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Reverse Seduction

By: mandywilluk2000



by mandywilluk2000

aka

Amanda Williams

A tender story about how a daughter's best friend introduces her mother to the Sapphic world of woman to woman sex.

*

I suppose I had thought about sex with my own gender about as much as most women. Which wasn't very much or often. Sure, now and then I had wondered what it might be like to have my body pressed against another female and occasionally I had speculated on why some women did and some didn't. And yes I had wondered what it would be like to be either, bisexual or lesbian, and, very occasionally I had felt a touch of attraction to a woman's figure or face, but that was more like I might to anything of beauty and not because it was a female. But thinking along those lines occupied little of my time. 

Also in the thirty years or so of my active sex life, I had never been exposed to a situation where I had to choose or where I had to reject an advance of any sort. I was never approached and certainly had never been tempted. I felt comfortable and satisfied with my sexuality, with my sex life with my husband of nearly twenty five years and with my lot.

Married to a successful businessman and working freelance as a copywriter mainly for a couple of ad agencies, I had, overall, a good life. We were financially quite well off, our marriage was as succesfull as most, not fantastic, but ok and I was faithful to him as, I think, he was to me. Ok I had strayed once but that was years ago and the desire to check out whether the 'grass was greener on the other side,' had left me. Perhaps it was age, but I no longer felt the need to experiment.

I was also quite content with my family life. My twenty two year old son was doing great at Bristol University where he was reading English and Sara, my eighteen year old daughter was waiting the results of her A levels where her school had forecast four A grades; we were all nervous as the results were due in a week's time.

I had even, recently, become at peace with myself. Most of my adult life I had fought a battle with the flab and had on occasions bloated up to nearly eleven stones, just over one hundred and fifty pounds. Now, I had got that in order. I was fairly settled at just over ten stones and, whilst my ample D cup boobs were an inconvenience, particularly with tennis and golf and a men's gaze attractor, I was relaxed about my body. Curvy as some called it, Rubenesque as Kevin did, the sod.

It was that summer when things changed. It was August when events occurred that would probably change my life for ever.

++++

Sara was waiting for her A level results. She had provisionally gained a place at Durham, but had decided to delay that so she could have a gap year travelling. During that summer as they waited for their results she and her friends spent a lot of time at my house, largely because we had a pool. One of her friends in particular Samantha, Sammi or Sam as she preferred it for short, seemed to be there nearly all the time, often sleeping over. She wasn't the prettiest of girls, though neither was she by any means unattractive; interesting would be an apt term for her looks. She had a rather severe looking face with slightly bulging eyes, a nose which was a little too large for her face and thin lips. Her brown, mousy hair was cropped rather short and she gelled it, something I wasn't keen on with girls. I guess the best description of her build was chunky. She was about average height and whilst by no means overweight, she was muscular. She had the body of an athlete and she excelled at all sports. School captain at netball and hockey she also played in the recently formed soccer team at which she represented both our town and county. 

She seemed to have a permanent twinkle in her eye and always had an answer. A little cocky perhaps and somewhat different to the rest she had a pretty poor disciplinary record at school with rumours abounding that were it not for her sporting prowess she would have been expelled ages ago.

Despite the drawbacks in appearance, there was something about that the other kids, both the blokes and the girls seemed to like. She was a natural leader, was outgoing and friendly and was probably the most popular kid in the school.

"You look great Missus W," she said when I climbed out of the pool in my bikini. I hadn't realised Sara and she were up, for it was barely eight in the morning when I normally had my swim.

"Thanks Sammi," I said not thinking much of the way she remained staring at me.

I knew the swim suit was brief and I had put on some weight as well, typically on my DDs as I called the bastards so they were almost spilling out of the bra. I was actually, relieved that I was even wearing a bra for often I swam topless or naked, but not when the kids were around.

"Oh you're very welcome," she said walking away, but looking over her shoulder and smiling.

I didn't think any more of it and went and showered and changed into shorts and a vest, which again was annoyingly tight on me.

"Breakfast girls?" I said breezily bowling into the conservatory that covered one end of the pool.

Sara was there with another friend Kim and Sammi. They were all in shorts and brief tops.

"Yes please," Sammi said as the other two concentrated on the Gameboys or whatever they were playing with. She looked right at me from where she was lounged back on one of the sun beds and smiled as she said with another of her beguiling smiles. "What's on offer Missus W?"

I didn't see much of them until the evening when I came back from the gym. Kim had gone, but Sammi was still there.

I made dinner and after eating that Sara suggested a swim.

"You shouldn't swim on a full stomach, leave it a while," I said.

"Ok, but come on Sammi let's get changed," Sara said.

"Into what?" Sammi said coolly

"Our swim suits of course."

"Do we really need them, after all we're all friends" she said looking straight at me as she added, "I'm sure your mum won't mind will you Missus W?"

I felt rather embarrassed. "Why do you say that Sammi?"

"Ah just an instinct," she coyly replied.

"Don't lie Sammi you know it's because I told you mum often swims naked," Sara blurted out.

I had forgotten Sara had seen me a couple of times; we were pretty relaxed about nudity in out household.

Sammi laughed "Well I never grass on a mate S you know that."

"I'm not sure it's too good an idea," I said a little hurriedly.

"Why not? I think it's great," Sammi said suddenly standing up, pulling her tee shirt over her head adding as she pushed her shorts and panties down in one go, "I'm going to?"

She made a skilful dive into the pool naked and swam effortlessly up and down the pool in a very elegant breast stroke. She was a graceful and powerful swimmer.

"Mum?" Sara asked enquiringly.

"You go luv, I'll pass," I told her as she slipped her things off and slid into the pool.

I watched the two young girls swimming naked up and down the pool. They were both very graceful and the scene was almost artistic.

"Chickened out then did you, Missus W?" Sammi said as she walked across the patio a trail of water streaming from her body.

"I passed, not up for a swim after the gym," I replied as we both watched Sara doing more lengths. I gave Sammi a big fluffy towel.

"Gonna dry my back?" She asked flashing me that impish, smile that was sort of her trade mark.

I laughed. "On yer bike, do it yourself" I said as Sara joined us.

++++

"I'm not having a gap year," Sammi said when she was at our house a week or so later. 

Sara was due to leave for her round the world six month travelling in a few days and we were talking about gap years. Sara was inside on the phone to Kevin who was away in the Far East on a business trip. They were arranging to meet in Bangkok the following Saturday, the first day of Sara's trip and the last of Kevin's.

"Well I am," Sammi went on, "But I'm not going away."

"What are you doing then?" I asked.

"I'll be training full time."

"What for?" Sara asked.

"I've got the chance to join the Arsenal ladies football squad" she told us "So I can't go away."

"What about uni?" I asked.

"What about it?"

"Well don't you want to go?"

"I'm not naturally brainy and academic like miss big brain, four A's at A indeed," she said looking at Sara in the kitchen at Sara. "An A, a B and two Cs," don't get you into many top universities other than Loughborough," she said mentioning England's leading college for sports degrees.

"Well why don't you go there?"

"I might, if the Arsenal thing doesn't work, but I want to try that. In any case I'm getting fed up with being with kids," she said suddenly looking right into my eyes. "Know what I mean Amanda?"

I didn't have any idea what she was talking about really, but I felt something shudder inside me. Fortunately Sara came back to the conservatory and told us about her arrangements with Kevin.

"Well our last time for a dip together for a while," Sara said.

"Yes it'll be some time until we do this again," Sammi smiled "So let's celebrate and this time Missus W we won't take no for an answer,"

I did feel uncomfortable undressing and walking across the patio naked. I knew my breasts would be wobbling and my bum cheeks jiggling, but there was no way to avoid it.

"You have a marvellous figure Amanda," Sammi whispered as we all got out of the pool.

"Sammi can come round and swim when she wants can't she mum?" Sara said as we were saying good bye to Sammi.

"Of course she can."

In bed that night I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, my mind continually for some reason, seeing Sammi's face. More worryingly it wasn't just her face I saw, but also her trim, athletic body. It was, I realised with a degree of horror, that which was in my mind as my hands found my breasts, as they caressed them and squashed them together before sliding down and slipping between my legs as I masturbated.

++++

"I thought I would take up the offer of a swim," Sammi said when I opened the door one Thursday morning a couple of weeks later.

"Sure that's fine, come in," I replied, feeling rather inadequate that I was still wearing a dressing gown at eleven in the morning. Sammi was wearing tight, hipster jeans and a cut off vest, a wide swathe of her tummy and her naval fashionably on display.

"Gonna join me Amanda?" She asked when we got into the conservatory.

"No I don't think so."

"Why, you don't have to change much do you?" She said her gaze running up and down my body in the thin, red silk, shorty dressing gown, which had no buttons and was held in place by a tie round my waist.

I felt shy and not in control. This young girl was affecting me. The thoughts that had flooded my mind after the time she was here when I masturbated with her body in my mind's eye, returned.

I had seen her twice since Sara had left. Once at a school thing and the other when she and another girl came to collect some stuff she'd left at our house. Both times she had made odd remarks and had complimented me on how I looked and both times she had held my gaze just a tad longer than most women do with, what I can only describe as, an enigmatic smile on her face; almost an enquiring smile or an invitation. She really was old beyond her years.

"No you go ahead," I said.

"Going to watch are you?" She asked looking into my eyes and running hers downwards. I just hoped against hope that my nipples weren't letting me down, but past experiences suggested they probably were.

She turned her back and walked across to the edge of the pool. Without a backward glance I watched mesmerised as she pulled the tee shirt over her head.

"Don't mind me skinny dipping as usual do you Missus W?" She asked her hands quickly undoing her jeans and pushing them down. She was wearing a little, dark blue thong, which snuggled tightly between the symmetrical, firm, rather muscular, but nevertheless pert and smooth cheeks of her bum.

Naked, she slowly turned. At first half way and then, as she saw I was looking, all the way, thus providing me with what some call a full frontal. I almost gasped. I don't know why or what made me do it. I had seen loads of women naked, particularly at tennis and had even been in communal showers with groups. I had shared bedrooms with other girls and I had seen Sammi several times swimming naked in my pool, and I had never given their or my come to that, nudity a second thought. But now I was staring at this young girl. I was looking at her naked body. I was seeing her eyes on me and watching that seemingly all knowing half smile on her face. She stood dead still. She simply stared at me as I looked at her. She was very trim, there was no spare weight and most muscles were quite, but by no means to bodybuilder levels, well defined. She had flattish breasts and small dark nipples. Her flat, sculpted tummy veed down into a largish thatch of dark pubic hair. Her legs were long, but shapely and rather, but not offputtingly muscular; they were like the legs you see on runners at track and field meetings.

'What the fuck am I doing?" I asked myself, at last turning away.

"Have a nice swim, take your time," I said, my throat dry, my voice probably husky. I started walking away and had just reached the short corridor joining the conservatory to the kitchen when her voice from right behind me made me jump. I hadn't heard her following me, but then bare feet on a carpet deadens any sound. She said.

"You sure you won't join me, Amanda," as she put her hand on my shoulder.

Turning I sort of fell backwards against the wall as her hand slid down my side and onto my hip. She didn't remove it, but lightly gripped me there through the silk of the shorty dressing gown, which gaped a little.

I stammered. "No, no Sammi, no thanks," as her eyes bored into mine and her hand held my hip, seemingly tighter. Again that smile came onto her face.

I should have stopped things there and then. I should have walked away. I should have gone to my room, maybe taken a cold shower and got dressed. Possibly I should have kicked her out. But life is made up of the things we should have done. It is also made up of things we shouldn't have done and of things that others do, or don't do. And I didn't do any of the things that maybe I should have done, but possibly I did some that I shouldn't have done, for I stayed right there. I should not have done that. Leaning back against the wall, the naked Sammi standing close to me, her hand holding my hip, my gown gaping at my thighs and across my chest, our eyes locked. Sammi also did some things that maybe others shouldn't do, but then that, of course, depends upon the circumstances and their perspective. So in these circumstances and from her perspective, maybe they were not things she shouldn't do when she whispered.

"Are you positive you won't join me Amanda?"

And when she moved even closer, so close I could smell her perfume and see the tiny hairs on her face, it's likely that these were things she felt she should do or, at least wanted to do. Her body was pressed against my arm and her bare leg was touching my bare leg as she went on, speaking very softly almost in a whisper.

"Are you really sure Amanda you don't want to take your robe off and join me?"

I still wasn't totally sure what was going on. Was this a come one, was she trying to pull me, was Sammi trying to seduce me? Me, her friend's mother, a forty something female, a straight woman with no bi inclinations and her, an eighteen year old athlete. Did she have such inclinations, was she bi, was she after having sex with me? Or was it just a game, Sammi messing around as she was known to do. Surely, I thought, I would have heard if she was bi? Suddenly I realised she was one of Sara's best and closest friends. What did that mean about my own daughter? The ramifications were becoming unthinkable.

'Oh fuck,' I was thinking my heart pounding and, more worryingly, my breasts heaving, my nipples hardening and my sexual arousal heightening alarmingly.

I couldn't think of a thing to say or do. I was nonplussed, off guard and, in some ways, totally captivated by her and the situation. 

Nothing remotely like this had ever happened to me. I had never been seriously propositioned with a physical intimacy and closeness such as this by any man and certainly no woman. So I was on completely new ground, in totally uncharted waters and so far out of my comfort zone I was in danger of becoming a blithering wreck. Not only did I find it hard to believe that I was allowing a woman to get this close to me, but also that I was in such a quandary. Well two quandaries actually. Firstly, was this a bi come one or, was I reading it wrong and secondly, why was I aroused and not finding this offensive? 

I had no answers, but I tried to rationalise the situation and pull myself together. I started to think.

I realised I could pull myself away and stop things there and then. She could then slide into the pool, say nothing about this incident and no face would be lost. No one, but us would ever know and nothing would have even been admitted to each other, her friend's mum and her. It hit me like a punch to the stomach when I realised that an alternative would be for me to let my body slip against hers, let her arms go round me, feel her breasts on me and let her mouth close the ever decreasing gap from mine; if that was indeed what the young woman was after. They were the main options, the two extremes the opposite ends of my action spectrum. There was another option, another way of acting, a further choice. That was to do nothing, to let events take their course, to go with the flow. That was the one I took. I did nothing. I suppose I put the ball into her court, I left it to her to decide our destiny, yes I put my entire sexuality into the hands of a teenage girl.

And the next few minutes, which stretched into a couple of hours, decided that my future sexuality would be entirely different to my past.

+++

She must have sussed the situation, picked up on the vibes, saw my conflict and understood my quandary. Maybe she's been here before I thought as I saw her eyes narrow slightly and her lips part a little. The tip of her tongue licked along her upper lip. I felt her move closer, she pressed her body more firmly against mine, not too overtly, not very heavily and still in an enquiring way, a way that would enable her to back off, I realised, if she had read things wrongly, or if I objected too much. I still didn't move. This must have given her greater confidence for she pressed herself more firmly against me, her small boobs pressing against my fuller softer breasts. That sent a surge of arousal through me. I jumped and then jumped again as her right hand, which had been on my hip holding me through the material, slid down a short distance. It found the bare flesh of my outer thigh then slid upwards, this time inside the robe. It went further and further up my leg until her hand was resting on my hip bone; she pressed then stroked me there with her fingertips. I know that I then closed my eyes, but just before I did I saw her other hand lifting upwards. Then I felt it on the side of my face, in my hair, on my ear and then round the back of my neck. The pressure of her naked body on my aching breasts and her hand on the back of my neck increased. I opened my eyes and saw her head tilting to one side, her face moving closer to me, her lips approaching mine, closer and closer, nearer and nearer until they touched. It wasn't yet a kiss, merely a brushing of our lips together. 

But that brought out of my near trancelike state.

"No, no Sammi," I said pulling my head back. Even to my ears there was little conviction in those words. I saw Sammi smile. I saw her tongue poke out and she said clearly questioningly.


Reverse Seduction Take 02



This is a follow on to Reverse Seduction. It would be best to read that first, but is isn't essential.

*

For most of the next few days and nights, I felt devastated. I was full of remorse, hugely guilt ridden and I felt ashamed of myself. I found it hard to even look at Kevin when we had dinner in the evenings and talking to Sara on the phone each evening from her gap year travel in South East Asia was traumatic to say the least.

I struggled to come to terms with just how devastated I felt, but at least I was able to reconcile that it was reasonable feeling like that. After all, how many respectable, 'happily' married women lose their lesbian virginity in their early forties? To make it worse how many lose it to a young woman of eighteen? And to make it even worse, how many lose it to their daughter's close friends? 

Knowing the answers to each of those questions didn't make me feel better, but it did make me understand that it was reasonable to feel as I did.

But there were even more troubling feelings wafting around inside my head, especially during the day when I was alone at home. They raised their ugly head mostly when I was by the pool where Sammi had stripped off and flaunted her body at me, in the little corridor where she had pressed me against the wall, in the kitchen when she had 'made' me undo my dressing gown and, of course, in my bed where she had finger fucked me to such a strong orgasm. Yes, in addition to the negative feelings there were some, which could be looked on as being positive in a way. Some that made me feel hot, well disposed towards my young bi lover and extraordinarily horny. Yes there were some feelings and emotions that made me masturbate.

I was totally torn. Did what had happened and my extreme enjoyment from having sex with a female mean that I was a latent lesbian? Intellectually, I knew that was not the case. I was aware that both sexes could indulge in sex with their own gender and the other gender with no serious issues. Many people did that and they survived and I knew that I could too. 

It was soon tested, for a couple of nights later Kevin wanted me. It went ok and his penis induced climax was as strong as my orgasms usually were with him. It was only after he was snoring beside me that, rather worryingly, I realised it had not been as powerful as the one Sammi had given me with her fingers.

+++

"Ok if I pop round for a swim," Sammi's distinctive voice said down the phone.

My heart started pounding immediately I realised it was her.

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea," I managed to stammer.

"Really. Why not?" She persisted.

"Well after last time," I lamely retorted.

She laughed. "I would thought that what happened then Missus W makes it a very good idea indeed."

I couldn't stop myself smiling at her positive attitude, but I hoped that didn't show in my voice when I replied. "You know what I mean Sammi."

Her voice tone softened and went slightly deeper.

"Yes Amanda, I know exactly what you mean, that's why it's a good idea and that's why I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"No, no you can't"

"Oh yes I can and I will."

I didn't know how to handle this pushy side of my daughter's friend's personality. "You can't, Sammi, it has to stop."

"No it doesn't, you're all alone, no one will know will they?"

Of course I should have said someone was here, but I didn't, silly cow that I can be, or was that on purpose, I wondered after.

"I don't know."

"Well they won't unless one of us tells Kevin or, of course Sara."

"Oh shit Sammi, don't even say that," I stammered my worst fears of my husband or daughter finding out surfacing in my mind.

She slowly said. "Well I assume you won't tell Kevin will you?" Then she paused.

'Fuck' I thought 'Does that mean she might tell Sara? Surely not, but was I that sure?'

"So twenty minutes then, ok?"

I gulped and whimpered "Yes" feeling so weak at the way I had given in, but also excited at the prospect of what was going to happen.

"That'll be ok then Missus W?"

"Yes," again slipped out quietly from my lips.

"Ok see you then."

"Ok," I replied about to switch the phone off when Sammi said.

"Oh one other thing Amanda."

"What?"

"It would be really nice if you were dressed exactly the same as last time. Bye."

+++

I was physically shaking after the call finished. In part it was with disappointment at myself. Why hadn't I been firmer? It was also due to nerves and, I hated myself for having to admit, excitement. The thought of being with her again was arousing me. Shit.

Something else was also stimulating or worrying me. There was another element to the call that was either, disturbing or exciting me. Bugger it, I couldn't even make my mind up on which it was of those. It was Sammi's attitude, her approach, the way she addressed me. I had seen signs of it last time, but on the phone it was far more apparent. She was taking control of me. She was assuming she could direct events, steer me how she wanted and get me to do what she wanted me to do. The most worrying aspect of this was that I was beginning to believe she was correct. Yes I was allowing myself to be ordered around by a girl young enough to be my daughter, by one of my daughter's best friends. I was starting to subjugate my wishes and feelings to her. I realised that I was starting to want to please Sammi.

It had been a very long time since I had dressed to receive a lover. As I took a quick shower I recalled doing that for David when I had that torrid affair some years ago, but I had not dressed, or more to the point undressed, for a lover since then; if for no other reason than there hadn't been any! 

Standing naked before the mirror, I looked at my full breasts, my already hardened nipples, the, unfortunately after having two children, slightly bulging stomach and, my somewhat chunky legs. Although I was acutely aware she had seen me naked, it was with a combination of shame and excitement that I found myself thinking 'I hope Sammi approves.' 

I slipped into the shorty dressing gown. Made of red silk it came to mid thigh and was held at the waist with tie. There were no buttons and the lapels plunged down into that tie. I put on a pair of mid height heeled pumps and was ready.

Walking into the kitchen where Sammi had embraced me from behind I suddenly thought 'What the fuck am I doing?" I decided there and then that when she arrived I would tell her it was over. I resolved that I would go no further down this very slippery slope. I vowed not to have further sex with this young woman twenty five years my junior. I decided I would reject her and tell her to fuck off if necessary. I was about to go and get changed when the bell rang. She was here.

+++

It was with a sense of, I wasn't quite sure what, disappointment possibly, that after reaching those decisions before she got here, I found myself, less than twenty minutes later, naked on my bed being finger fucked to another blistering orgasm by this amazing young woman. As I came down from that, I realised she hadn't even undressed or made any pretence to skinny dip in my pool.

"You are a truly amazing woman Missus W," she said as she stroked and caressed me during that, what can be difficult, post orgasm period.

I smiled thinking 'It's not me that's fucking amazing you young upstart,' but instead said. "Thank you Sammi."

And I suppose I meant that for four really awesome things had happened since she had arrived.

Firstly, when I opened the door to her, all my vows and resolutions simply vanished. I have no idea why, but the mere sight of her in a dark, sludgy green tee shirt, baggy combat pants rolled up to just beneath her knees and bare feet in flip flops leaning against the wall of the porch got to me and my resolve simply vanished. She smiled and ran her hand through her gelled, spiky hair and said.

"Oh Missus W, look at you, look what you have done for Sammi." 

Secondly she walked straight towards me, not letting me close the door and immediately grabbed the ties of the robe and pulled it open and went on. "You wonderful, glorious fucking old slut, look at that body just waiting for Sammi to fuck," as she pushed her way into the house, kicking the front door shut behind her.

Third, without any pretence at affection or seduction she grabbed my hand and said. "Let's go and fuck." 

I was bowled over by how forward she was and how seemingly with little apparent effort on her part, she took such a tight control of the situation. It didn't enter my head for one moment to do anything other than what she suggested; no not suggested it was far from that, what she ordered was more apt.

And the fourth awesome thing? How quickly, competently and amazingly satisfyingly she got me off and finger fucked me to yet another stupendous climax.

+++

Laying beside her in the middle of the bed her arm round me, my head resting on her chest, I felt surprisingly at ease and relaxed. 

After the first time with her, I had felt some unrest having had sex on the marital bed. Doing it there seemed to compound the magnitude of my adultery by both having sex with someone else and going with another woman. In the afterglow of that orgasm, such mundane things seemed not to matter.

We talked surprisingly easily. She was actually easy to chat to, although she very much led the conversation asking me about how I felt after last time and had I been looking forward to this.

"I hadn't thought we would do it again," I told her to which she responded by, pushing her face into my long, chestnut coloured locks, kissing my head and cupping one of my breasts and squeezing it nicely.

"You didn't really think I was going to let someone like you get away from me did you?"

"What do you mean someone like you?"

"I mean someone with a body like yours, with tits like these and with the naturalness to be such a good fuck."

"Sammi, don't talk like that," I admonished.

"Amanda, I will talk how I fuckingwell like, so get that ok?"

I was a little shocked at how her tone changed and at how hard she squeezed my breast. I was also surprised at how I whimpered back.

"Yes Sammi."

"And on top of that, you old tart," she went on far more gently, "You are just the right age."

"Oh come on, I'm old enough to be your mother."

"Exactly," she said sitting up and pushing me onto my back. 

She straddled me and grabbed both of my wrists and held them on the pillow above my head. That stretched my tits so I knew as she looked down at them from her close up position they wouldn't be sagging. That relieved me and made me feel good.

We just looked at each other for a while her eyes alternating between holding my gaze and staring at my tits. The look in her eyes was one I had seen many times, albeit in men's eyes, when they look at a girl's boobs in, say, a bikini or low cut top; she liked them and that thrilled me.

She leaned forward.

"We are going to be so good together," she whispered, leaving me at a total loss as to whether she meant right now or in the future. I didn't care, though, I was just pleased to hear her say it.

The inside of her knees and lower thighs were squeezing against my hips, she was leaning forward and she took her hands away from mine.

"Keep your arms right where they are, you look great like that and your tits look awesome," she, almost, growled.

I did as she said. I watched her reach down and take hold of the hem of her tee shirt, pull it up and tug it over her head. Her tiny tits stared at me. I looked at the dark small areola and surprisingly extended nipples, which I assumed were hard. She took hold of my wrists again and started leaning further forward. More and more, slowly but inexorably her chest closed the gap between us until at last her breasts were almost touching my face. I was incredibly turned on. Nothing remotely like this had happened to me before, but then I had never been with any other woman than her before. I didn't know what to do, but somehow my womanly instincts were making suggestions. These were soon confirmed by Sammi's croaky command, that's all I can describe it as.

"Lick my tits Missus W, suck Sammi's nipples."

'Oh fuck,' I thought, my heart pounding against my rib cage so hard that I was sure the young woman straddling my stomach would hear it. 

This is it, I realised, payback time, the moment of commitment. Until now, I thought, almost as if I was quite an experienced bi woman, it had all been passive. I had just lain there and let Sammi do as she wished. And what she had done was not that outrageous and certainly not that lesbian, after all three fingers up a girl's cunt happens all the time, I assume. Alright these were female fingers, but that doesn't make it that much different. It wasn't as if she had given me oral, I thought.

But now I was being asked, no told, to 'go active,' to become involved, to commit an overt lesbian or bi act. Yes Sammi had ordered me to lick her tits and suck her nipples. I quivered, but with what, I wondered as I realised, deep down, what she was telling me to do was precisely what I wanted to. Yes, now I had come this far I wanted to go further, learn more and experience more. I knew as one of her nipples grazed across my cheek that, indeed, I did want to suck her tits.

Of course I had sucked Kevin's nipples, most partners do that to each other I assume. And to be honest, as she carefully positioned her breast so that the, almost brown, bloated little tower of flesh was right by lips and as my tongue came out and licked it, I assumed the sensation would be similar. Less hair, softer flesh, bigger and smoother maybe, but the actual feeling as my tongue grazed across it, I imagined would be the same. How fucking wrong was that!

Sammi gripped her breast, squeezing the small amount of flesh and pressed her nipple harder against my lips. I opened them and it slid inside. I licked it. She whimpered. I licked it harder and then closed my teeth round it just as Kevin does to me. She grunted.

"Oh fuck yes, good, that's so fucking good Missus W."

I liked hearing that and moved one of my hands.

"What you doing?" She said sharply.

"I want to touch you, I want to hold your breast," I told her.

"You touch me when I tell you to, not when you want to, ok?"

At first, I didn't really get what she meant. I thought it was a joke, but when she grabbed my wrist and put it back above my head as she said sharply. "Get it, ok?" I quickly realised she wasn't joking, but didn't understand just what was going on.

"Bite me," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Bite my nipple, hard."

"It'll hurt."

"Yes that's what I want, so do it."

I hesitated as she pushed her tit into my mouth.

"Just do it, just fuckingwell chew my nipple."

I did.

"Harder."

I bit more firmly.

"Mmmm, lovely now harder."

I chewed as hard as I dared on her nipple. It felt good. She pulled one of my hands down and pushed it onto her breast.

"Pinch my nipple with that one," she ordered.

I was still laying on my back, she was still straddling me, but nearer my waist now and she was still leaning forward her tits dangling, as much as her sized ones can, onto my face.

I touched a woman's nipple for the first time, although, of course, I had felt mine. They were softer and more squelchy than Sam's, but I had borne children and, albeit briefly, my teats had been suckled. Hers hadn't and my immediate thought was that they were as hard as pebbles. As my hand brushed her breast flesh that was also so different to mine, less yielding, firmer and more sparse, almost more like a muscle than a breast. 

"Pinch it harder," she growled. I did.

"Pinch that one hard and bite the other," she went on squirming her tits against me.

"Pull it," she ordered as her body, which I could both feel and see, started to go rigid. I could hear that her breath was coming in deeper pants. I looked up, her eyes were closed, her mouth was open.

"Yes," she groaned through gritted teeth. "Yes, yes fucking yes."

I was absolutely amazed for I realised she was climaxing. It was not just amazement that I felt as suddenly she fell forward so that her breasts squashed into mine and her stomach laid on top of mind, it was also excitement. My arms went round her and I pulled her to me. She needed little encouragement and she ground her combat pants covered mound against mine as she moaned and groaned through the throes of her orgasm. I felt, I guess it was, pride mixed with pleasure that I had done that to her.

+++

I went and had a shower. I needed it after both the orgasm she'd given me and the exertions of my first lesbian act.

After drying myself, I got back into the silky robe and pumps and went back to the bedroom, it was empty. I assumed Sammi would be downstairs, probably having a swim, I thought, feeling the buzz start in my body at the idea of seeing her naked. She wasn't in the pool, in fact she was nowhere to be seen, she'd obviously gone. I couldn't understand it. I felt disappointed.

I didn't hear anything from her. I went through the whole spectrum of emotions. From being disappointed she had 'dumped' me, through the inevitable guilt and concern, back to the excitement I'd felt as she fingered me and as I sucked her breasts and nipples and onto the 'I'll stop it now,' line of thinking. 

I was having lunch, just a salad, got to look after the figure haven't I, what with my propensity to put on weight? The phone rang.

"You alone?" I recognised her voice immediately even though there was no hello.

It took me by surprise and whilst I probably should have said 'No' I stammered 'Yes.'

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes, be ready for me Missus W.?"

My heart immediately started pounding and my pulses raced. All thought of stopping it went out of the window.

"I've come straight from training, they had a power cut," Sammi said walking in as I opened the door. "Run me bath will you?"

She was dressed in a blue and yellow track suit and that made me recall that she was trying out for The Arsenal ladies team.

"Yes sure," I replied as she unzipped the top and slipped it off letting it drop onto the limestone tiled floor of the entrance hallway. She walked past me as if she owned the house. I followed her into the kitchen.

"Be a luv and pour me a drink will you?"

"What would you like, wine, beer?"

"No I'm in training something soft, Coke."

As I poured us both cokes adding lemon and ice to the large glasses she told she told me that things were going well with the football and she was hoping to be offered a place on the squad.

"Better than fucking uni Missus W."

I smiled. "Is it?"

"Well I hope so, how's S? Heard much from her?"

"Yes she's in Viet Nam, but leaving for Australia tomorrow I think."

"Having a good time?"

"Seems to be, hang on let me go and start running the bath, it takes a time."

"Yes, big fuckers like that do," she said referring to the sunken bath in our en-suite bedroom; it could easily take four people, though Kevin and I had never tested that.

I ran up the stairs feeling excited, but also I had another feeling, well emotion really. I couldn't quite make out what is was. It was a sort of feeling of being directed. I was losing control of what was going on between us, even in my own home. Sammi simply seemed to just take over and I felt powerless to stop her, but, as I ran the bath and scattered some salts into the water, I realised with a jolt, that I didn't want to stop, I quite liked it.

"Mmmmm, what a lovely sight Missus W," I heard her say from behind me where I was leaning over the bath. I realised the silk robe would have ridden up. She came up to me, put her arms round me, pulled me against her and slid her hands up the robe.





Reverse Seduction Take 02



"You have got a fucking gorgeous arse," she muttered squeezing both of my cheeks at once and then kissing me full on the lips. We kissed for a while and then I saw over her shoulder that the bath was ready. I broke away.

"Baths ready Sam," I said.

"Well you'd better undress me hadn't you?"

"What?"

"Undress me, take my clothes off," she ordered.

I could hardly believe what she had said, but that was less outlandish than what I actually did, for I did undress her.

She stood with her hands on her hips sort of almost leering at me. I pushed the track suit trousers down and off. She sat down on the little wall running round the kidney shaped bath and, as she lifted each foot in turn, I removed her trainers and rolled her yellow socks down one by one and off. Of course, doing that meant I leaned forward and the robe gaped exposing my tits several times. I saw her looking and that excited me.

"And as I've told you Amanda, the tits aren't bad either," she said rather coldly. Oddly though I felt flattered and found myself thanking the young woman. She stood up. I pulled the blue shirt with yellow piping with the number ten on the back over her head. She was wearing a dark blue bra, it was very tight. I pushed her yellow shorts down her legs and she kicked them away. She was wearing tight, dark blue cycling shorts. In just them and the bra she looked good. A little manly, but her sculpted, trim body and slender legs made up for that.

"Undo my bra," she said as she slid the cycling shorts down. She was naked, she looked great. "Is the water ok, not too hot is it?"

I bent over the bath and tested it. "No it's fine."

She clambered up onto the ledge round the bath and then down into it.

"Mmmm lovely" she sighed sitting down.

I didn't know what to do.

"Shall I join you?" I asked.

"Missus W, if I wanted you to do that I would have told you wouldn't I?"

"Yes I suppose you would," I replied meekly as she laid back.

"I'll tell you what I want you to do, if you want something to do that is?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Ok, first, just walk over to that cupboard," she said nodding at a waist high cabinet that held the towels and other odd and ends. I did as she asked.

"Turn round."

'This is daft,' I thought at first not moving. "Amanda turn round," she repeated as I saw her hand come out of the water and cup her right breast.

I turned round.

"Now remember how you were in the kitchen when I first fucked you?" She asked rather crudely, but nevertheless making me even more excited.

"Yes," whimpered.

"Well stand like that."

This really was crazy. I didn't understand what she was doing or, really, what she wanted from me, but I gripped the edge of the cabinet with both hands.

"Lean forward."

I did.

"Further."

"I did as she asked."

"Stick your arse out and lean forward more."

I did as she said and knew that most of my bum would be on show.

"Open your legs."

I opened them a little.

"More, open them wider."

I did.

"Wider."

I did.

"More."

I opened them as wide as I could knowing that now, not only would the cheeks of my bum be exposed, but also the crease between them, my anus and hanging down between my legs, the plump, blood engorged lips of my pussy.

"Ok, stay just like that."

I was in a total turmoil. I didn't know quite how I felt. To be standing, bent forward, legs wide open with all my intimate places on display as a young woman, one of my daughter's closest friends laid in my bath, staring at me was, inevitably totally new territory to me. I was in uncharted waters to be with another woman at all. To be in one where she was directing me to expose myself to her so she could ogle me, gave me such a conflict. Shame, disgust, excitement, arousal, anticipation and guilt were just some of the emotions rattling round my mind. The most significant one, though, was that I felt out of control. I had lost all vestige of this being a mutual arrangement; it had clearly become Sammi's show and she was directing proceedings. And that brought into play the next most significant feeling; I was enjoying being controlled, dominated was it, I wondered?

"Ok you can stand up and turn round now Missus W," Sammi said.

I did and looked at her. Whilst the sudsy water was covering her to just beneath her flat breasts I could see that she was holding one of them and pinching and pulling the nipple, just as I had last time we'd been together. From the angle and direction of her other arm, it didn't take a genius to work out where that was, especially when both of her knees broke through the surface of the water and I saw how wide apart they were.

"Undo the robe, but keep it on," she said continuing to pinch her nipple and rub herself between her legs. I did that and stared at her.

"Fuck Missus W you've got great tits. Walk round the bath."

On one hand I felt a little silly walking round my bathroom with the shorty robe undone and my breasts and pubes on show. On the other hand I felt excited as Sammi ogled my body. Her eyes never left me as I strolled round the bathroom. God this is daft, I thought, but then added in my mind, God this is fucking incredible.

I heard Sammi let out a deep moan. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and the hand above the surface of the water was, cruelly almost, pulling on her dark nipple stretching to over an inch in length. Her other hand was clearly working between her legs and her knees had closed as, presumably, she tried to eke every last bit of pleasure from her fingers. 

I watched her climax. She wasn't that noisy, but she was energetic. Head rolling from side to side, chest heaving, body lifted from the floor of the bath, hands working furiously she groaned and moaned, sighed and grunted as her sexual emotions exploded and she came.

+++

I felt let down and hugely disappointed when Sammi came out of the bathroom into my bedroom where I was sitting on the bed and said.

"Got a tee and pair of shorts or jeans of Sara's I can borrow, I have to get going."



Reverse Seduction Take 03



Author's note.

This is the third part in this story. Although it stands alone as an erotic adventure of an older woman being seduced and then dominated by an eighteen year old girl friend of her daughter, please try to read the first two parts before starting this.

Thanks

Mandy

*

"You said that Kevin's away for few days," Sammi said when she called me later that afternoon. "When's he go?"

"Tomorrow."

"I'll come round and stay the night then, OK?"

I didn't have the time to say anything for the line went dead. 

I had wondered when I would hear from her again, actually I had wondered even if I would, the way she had run out on me last time. But that was, it seemed, becoming a pattern, it was just Sammi's way. 

The first time she had taken me to bed, finger fucked me to a mind blowing orgasm and then she had left rather abruptly. The second time she had made me cum again, the same way, with her fingers. Then she had made me suck and lick her tits and chew and pinch her nipples very hard, which made her cum, quite strongly, or so it seemed. Although she had been straddling my naked body, Sammi hadn't bothered to remove her rolled up combat pants as she gave me her small tits and made me bite and pinch them until she climaxed. But then while I showered she left without even saying goodbye. And now this latest time, yesterday, she'd turned up in her soccer gear straight from training, had made me run her bath and parade round it in just my shorty dressing gown. She had made me bend over and flaunt my sex and ass at her then walk round the bath with the robe open and everything I had on display. As I did that she had masturbated. Without even touching me and certainly without trying to pleasure or please me. She had then borrowed a tee shirt and jeans of my daughter's Sara, her close friend and ex classmate at school, and left. 

The really odd thing was that although she had made no overt effort to give me pleasure or please me, I had felt both of those emotions. I was pleased that I had induced a climax for her, albeit from her own hands, and I had my pleasure moments after she left when I lay on my bed and masturbated thinking of just one thing, Sammi's body. 

Fuck was I going crazy? I seemed to get as much excitement and sexual pleasure from pleasing this bit of a girl as I did from her making me cum or my husband fucking me.

She text me several times that and the next day. They were slightly disturbing yet arousing, which incidentally, was how I was finding my whole relationship with this quite amazing young woman.

'Thanks for the bath, I enjoyed the wank.'

'Hope you got off after I left.'

'I felt good in Sara's jeans and tee with no undies, mmmmmmm.'

'You enjoying being my sub Missus W?'

It began to dawn on me what was happening. I had read about it, of course, but had no experience of it at all. In fact I had never given such 'sexual diversions'much thought. I had no idea that any form of BDSM or S & M applied to, or would appeal to, me, certainly not, what I was beginning to see was, a Dom and sub relationship.

I thought about it in bed after Kevin had made rather matter of fact love to me as a sort of going away present. Although I'd had no direct experience of anything like it, I did have this feeling, at times, that I wanted to be controlled. Something in me wanted me to be emotionally challenged and conquered. It was so hard to explain, but at times I felt that I wanted Kevin to conquer me, direct me, even abuse and demean me in a way. 

After reading a brilliantly written piece on Literotica, I had toyed with asking him to spank me. It wasn't the sensation of being hurt that had aroused me to the point of masturbation when I read the long, beautifully crafted piece. It was being directed that did it. It was the ritual, the dressing up as ordered me, pig tails, white cotton blouse, no bra, short pleated skirt, white hold-ups and full, cheek covering, pink, net see through panties. It was him inspecting me, making me touch my toes and then having the short skirt rolled up round my waist. It was being made to stay like that as he walked round me looking at me from all angles. It was him running his fingers across my cheeks, stroking my cheeks then slowly, so wonderfully slowly rolling my knickers down and exposing me. The several times I had masturbated with this image in my mind I had cum when I had got to the point where he had rolled them down and left them round my thighs. I had yet to reach the stage where he actually spanks me.

There had been other things that had disturbed me a little about some deep, and I thought dark, secrets lying dormant in my sexual psyche. Obviously my curiosity about bi sex, well that had now surfaced and I was coming to terms with it. I also had times when I would think of being restrained, like wearing a corset that was far too tight for me, being tied to a bed and, nearly, raped, or some form of sensory deprivation, mainly blindfolded. These, what over the years I had felt were, bizarre thoughts had gone further and had become fantasies. Not things I felt I would ever do, but events that I enjoyed thinking about, particularly when I was preparing to masturbate. The main one was being gang banged, being fucked everywhere by six or seven, muscular and, of course well hung guys.

Kevin left for a two week business trip in Africa and then onto Singapore mid afternoon the next day. I hadn't heard any more from Sammi other than a text saying 'See you this evening.' No time, what we were doing or anything else. I assumed thought that she would probably arrive early evening and we would have dinner and then sex. My mind wasn't really sexually experienced enough in the ways of bi or lesbian sex to go much further than that.

After I got back from the gym around six I started getting ready for my young lover. I bathed, washed my hair painted my finger and toe nails and pampered my body with a range of powders, creams and lotions that the sucker I am I fall for from the ads on TV and women's mags.

I felt tinglingly excited as I went through my 'ablutions.' I was getting ready for my lover, preparing myself for sex. I half hated myself. Not so much due to being unfaithful to Kevin for, to be truthful, I somehow didn't see what had happened with Sammi in the same light as I would had she have been a young man. Odd logic I know, but being fucked by a girl doesn't seem quite as sexually unfaithful as having sex with a man; lack of a penis and penetration maybe?

I was drying my long, unruly, chestnut coloured hair when I got a text from Sammi saying she'd been delayed but would be with me in an hour or so. I smiled and felt a series of little shudders as I looked at my watch and saw that it was just after seven. 

"Will you want dinner?" I text back.

"Maybe, I'll let you know when I get there," she rather unreasonably text back.

I had a glass of wine. That settled my nerves. 

Finishing my hair I wondered what I could do for dinner if she wanted something. I'm not a very good cook, but recalled I had some steaks in the freezer so I got them out to thaw.

I got dressed, she shouldn't be long now, I thought.

I absolutely amazed myself when I looked in the mirror. Without hardly even thinking about it, I had slipped into the red silk, shorty robe I had worn each time I had been with Sammi. Fuck was that fate or what?

Eight fifteen and I began to think she wasn't coming. I had another wine.

Nearly nine, I text her, no reply.

Nine fifteen and now almost ten.

I text her again, still no reply.

Just as News at Ten ended and the delicious Julie Etchingham faded from my screen my mobile rang.

"Be there in five minutes, open the gates," came down the phone.

All my bad thoughts went away. Bad in the way I had been thinking about her. They were replaced by good thoughts, well they were really bad thoughts, for my body was pulsating with the anticipation of what would shortly be happening. I opened the gates and the front door. I also loosened the tie on my robe so it would need just the lightest of pulls to undo it. Shit I was getting into this with my youing lover wasn't I?

"Phew that was some fucking journey, got a beer for me?" she said marching in, past me and making no acknowledgement of me at all. I felt a little hurt.

As usual she was dressed in dull colours, she had a sort of grungy, at times almost, but not quite Goth look about her. I didn't really like her style of dress or her gelled hair, tattoos or ear rings, but thankfully no other body piercings, but I didn't like to sound like a nag or, even worse, a mother by telling her, so I kept quiet. She was wearing a lightweight, vee necked, short sleeved sludge green sweater with a chocolate brown tee under it and quite short, tight black shorts. On her feet she was wearing what looked like witches boots. Above the ankle, almost mid thigh, they were laced up the front, had very pointed, steel capped toes and high, high steel coloured heels.

I went to get her beer as she strode into the lounge. Unfortunately there was no beers in the fridge.

"Won't be a mo, just got to go into the garage," I called out.

"Ok but hurry for fuck's sake I'm bleedin' thirsty and fucking horny," she called back

I picked up a case of Becks and carried it back to the kitchen and fitted halfg a dozen or so into the fridge, even though they were reasonably cool. I flipped the cap on one and went into the lounge. It was dark the only light coming from the outside lamps in the garden and a table lamp in the hall. 

As my eyes acclimatised to the darkness I saw that Sammi was sitting on the end of the arm of a sofa. I saw the steel capped toes of her boots some way apart, but nothing else. That is until I got closer. Then I saw more, much more.

I saw that her legs were parted.

I saw that she had removed the sweater.

I saw that she had one hand inside her tee shirt.

I saw that she was fondling her breast and then as I got even closer I saw more4.

I saw that her shorts were round her knees.

I saw that she wasn't wearing panties.

I saw her hair covered mound, which I knew from seeing her in the pool she didn't trim.

I saw her lips and her open pussy.

I was stunned, I was also thrilled and excited. 

What a strange girl she is, I though, wondering at the knack she had of always surprising me.

"You like?" She said, taking the beer, swigging from the bottle and then rubbing herself on her pussy with the end of the bottle.

Sounding ridiculous, but I was at a loss as to what to say I replied.

"Yes Sammi, you look very nice."

She almost snarled back. "Very nice, what do you mean fucking very nice?"

"Just that luv, I think you look good."

Amanda, I don't do 'looking nice' I don't want to be told I look good."

Totally perplexed I asked.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Tell me how fucking horny I look. Tell me how fucking horny I make you feel, go on."

I felt that I had to go along with her.

"You look very horny Sammi and yes you make me feel horny."

"How horny?" she asked reaching forward to where I was standing a metre or so away from her and undoing the tie on the robe. She pulled the edge where it had got caught on my nipple and looked at that. Of course it was hard, stunningly so. "Hmmmm yes, nicely horny, good. And what else?"

"What else, what else do you mean?"

"What else can you see?"

"I can see your body."

"Yes but what part?" She asked putting her fingers under one of my breasts and lifting it.

I so wanted her to take me in her arms and kiss me, caress me, lick my tits or anything rather than make me stand there as she pleasured herself by playing with my breasts. It was sort of demeaning standing there being a plaything for her. That said my heart was punding as she touched me.

"Amanda, what part, what part of me can you see."

I knew then what she wanted me to say. "I can see your mound."

"And?" She asked continuing to rub the end of the bottle on her slit and presumably her clit too.

"Your pubes," I gasped as she pinched my nipple quite hard.

"And?"

"Your pussy?"

"Don't call it that, call it by its proper name."

"Vagina?" I asked.

"Don't be a stupid bitch, use its basic name."

I got what she meant.

"Your cunt," I said softly as she pushed my boob up much further than it should really go.

"Yes my cunt, that's what it is, you can see my cunt can't you Missus W?"

"Yes Sammi I can."

"Look at it then," she said sounding cross as she pulled my nipple very hard.

"I am Sammi."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, yes of course I do."

"Have I got a nice cunt?"

I really had no idea what constituted nice in relation to cunts, but thought it would be unwise to get into such semantics.

"Yes Sammi you have a lovely cunt."

"Good I am glad you like it for what you are now going to do is take that fucking robe off, move closer, kneel down on the floor and suck my cunt until I cum.

Nobody had ever said words anything like that to me before. Nothing as crude certainly, but it was more than that. It was how they were said. It was the way Sammi put it to me. It was by no means a request. Suck my cunt was an order, there was no doubt about that. I had no say in the matter and that was the key thing. She knew it and as I slowly slid the robe off and let it fall to the floor so I stood before just in my mid height heeled pumps, I knew it as well. But suck my cunt was even more than her ordering me around. It was the way, bit by bit, piece by piece and layer by layer she was removing my dignity and control. Yes, as she watched me strip naked for her, she knew as well as I did that by ordering me to 'suck my cunt' she was demeaning and abusing me, as a woman, as a lover and as a human being. And that made my heart pound and pulses race, something else I just couldn't fathom.

I sank to my knees. Somehow for some bizarre reason it felt right, but I felt so incredibly nervous at the prospect of what I was about to do, suck her cunt.

"Take my shorts down first, stupid," she said when I leaned against them. I slid them off and she shuffled forward on the arm of the chair. I was so close to her. So near to sucking her cunt. It was just inches from my face. The lips were open and glistening. I had never seen a girl's vagina in close up before, I couldn't really recall even having hardly seen one in a photo either. I simply had never been interested. 

But now I was, I had to be, for I was about to suck a cunt for the first time. 

I can't say that I looked at it as being beautiful. It was exciting and arousing, interesting and intriguing. I was pleased to see that she was wet and it was thrilling that she was appearing to be thrusting it towards me, but mainly it was my nervousness and the enormous anticipation that filled my mind.

I shuffled closer. I reached up and put my arms round her, my hands found her buttocks, her firm, tuned muscular bum. My shoulders were pressing against the inside of her widely spread thighs. I pulled myself even closer to her. I saw all the folds and yes they were like petals. They were sort of beckoning to me, sending me an invitation. 

Instinctively I knew what to do, after all it had been done to me often enough.

I removed one hand from Sammi's tight, highly toned buttocks and brought it round the front between her legs. My nerves were in control, although my fingers were shaking slightly as they touched the folds of her pussy. I went for where I knew her clit was hidden. I was feeling better as what must have been my dormant bisexual tendencies took over. I parted the folds and beneath the stretched, pink skin I could see that bud, which has no other purpose than to give sexual delight. And that was exactly what my heart and mind wanted to give to Sammi, my young, lesbian lover.

As my tongue touched a woman's clit for the first time, so three amazing things happened. 

Firstly, I felt at home. It seemed natural and right. I wanted to do it, I knew how to do it and it felt lovely to do it.

Secondly Sammi erupted. Up until now she had been so cool about everything. But grabbing the back of my head, pulling me closer, thrusting herself against my face, letting out a deep animal-like growl and arching her back was anything but cool.

"Oh fucking hell yes," she growled, exciting me even more because I was causing that to happen.

I ran my tongue all round her clit flicking onto it then off and then licking all the way round it. She ground herself against i.

"Oh Amanda, you bitch, you dirty, fucking, cunt sucking bitch. Suck me, suck me, you slut."

And boy did I.

Again I was amazed at how natural it all was. Licking and sucking her clit, running my tongue along and all round her lips and into the slit between them. Smelling and tasting her blatant womanliness, revelling in her overtly female sensations. It all came so naturally and easily to me. Kissing her all round that area and then, as she started to cum sucking her clit as I shoved three fingers right up her cunt.



Reverse Seduction Take 04



This is a multi-part story of how Amanda was transformed from being a respectably married woman and mother into bisexual femme getting off on being abused and humiliated.

Although each 'Take' is a stand alone story, it hangs together better if you start at the beginning.

*

"What do you mean you want to take me out?" I said to Sammi when she phoned a disappointingly long ten days after that last incredible session.

"What I said, I want us to go on a date."

"Oh Sammi don't be silly."

"It's not silly and I want to do it. You'll like it."

"Sammi its crazy, you're young enough to be my daughter and we are both women."

"Yes Amanda I am aware of that, I know full well that you are a woman, I've fucked you enough times, haven't I?"

I didn't reply.

"Haven't I Missus W? I have fucked you enough, fucked my best friend Sara's mum enough times haven't I? Heard from her lately?" She said referring to my daughter. They had been at school together and had just completed their final exams and celebrated their eighteenth birthdays. Sara had gone travelling in Asia and Oz on a gap year, but Sammi was trying to break into professional soccer and was working with the Arsenal ladies squad at their training complex just north of London in London Colney.

"Yes, I hear most days," I replied becoming a little worried as I always did when she brought Sara into the conversation.

Sammi had always been a loose canon at school and since she had seduced me and introduced me to lesbian sex some six weeks ago I had been enormously concerned about two things.

First that she would tell Sara and second that she may have seduced my daughter.

"I'll be talking to her tonight, she's gonna call me."

That worried me. It also sent me a message.

"What sort of date did you mean?" I diplomatically asked. I could almost hear the young woman's self-satisfied smile down the phone.

"Oh a few drinks, dinner, a club, that sort of stuff."

"I really don't know."

"Amanda, you do know, you know full well you want me to keep fucking you and to get that you have to come on this fucking date, for that's what will also happen."

"What?" I naively asked.

"I will fuck you, several times probably."

She was always pretty blunt, but this was extreme. Extreme, rude really, impolite, but enormously arousing.

Since our second session, she had begun to dominate me. At first, it was rather subtle, but recently it was becoming more overt. Yes, as Sammi saw me reacting positively to her humiliating, demeaning and abusing me, so she did it all the more. I just didn't understand what was really happening or why I went along with it. Other than, that is, I enjoyed it. It turned me on to be used, directed and controlled by her.

"And we'd better do it when Kevin's away as I might want to keep you all night."

"So where will we go?" I asked thinking of a local restaurant.

"Oh we'll have a few drinks in Soho, have dinner somewhere then I want to take you to a club in Notting Hill, funnily quite near that blue door that was made famous in the film."

"What sort of club?" I asked.

"You don't need to bother your pretty little airhead about that, I'll arrange everything."

She could be so bloody rude, I thought, but somehow her way of insulting and demeaning me did something to me. Just what the fuck it was I didn't know, but the other night it had caused me to lick her pussy for ages as she sat on the arm of my sofa.

In the end I agreed to go. We set a date in a few days time on a Thursday evening. Kevin would be away so I had the whole night. 

Although, inevitably, quite nervous about many aspects of this: going on a 'date' with a female, her being eighteen and me forty three and what would happen on the date, as that Thursday approached I became more and more excited.

"Wear something really girly," she had instructed me on one of our many phone calls before the date.

"What do you mean?"

"Something really very fem, don't try looking butch."

I didn't really understand why she said that or what might be behind her command for, as far as I was concerned, I never wore anything butch. It wasn't worth asking her, though, for I knew I would just get a real mouthful if I did.

As she was coming from north of London, probably the Arsenal training ground, and I would be travelling from Chigwell to the east of London, we agreed to meet at Liverpool Street Station, by W H Smiths. I had suggested that we used the executive car company that Kevin had an account with.

"We could have a nice Merc or BM," I'd said.

"Don't be such a fucking snob, what's wrong with the tube, be like normal people," she had snarled down the phone. So I had.

Something really girly had been my instruction.

Underwear was easy, I smiled either, none or, frilly, lacy white stuff. See through, low cut, front opening bra and a thong, a tiny one, what else? With lacy topped white hold ups, what could be more girly?

On top was more difficult. I'm forty three for fuck's sake, I don't really do girly. Trousers or a skirt? If a skirt should that actually be a skirt or a dress, if a skirt what above the waist and if a frock what sort. Bollocks it wasn't that easy.

Bearing in mind her 'nothing butch' command I rejected trousers. So a skirt or dress I thought morbidly looking through my wardrobe knowing that I was unlikely to find anything that girly. Then I had a brainwave. If I wanted girly why not look in a girly's wardrobe, after all I did have a girly didn't I in my eighteen year old daughter.

It took me less than a minute. I found a pleated kilt. Not a heavyweight, proper Scots one, but a lighter, mainly red, and black made from a thinner material than the traditional plaid. Ok it was a bit tight round both the waist and hips, but I could handle that and, of course it was far too short for a woman of my age. But it was very girly, I thought as I twirled in front of the mirror wearing just that and my white holdups. I imagined doing that later for Sammi as I watched my tits jiggling and felt my nipples hardening at the thought. 

I knew that I had a tight, white, cotton blouse that would accompany it perfectly. I went to my own bedroom and retrieved that from a hanger. I slipped it on and tucked it into the waist of the kilt. It looked good, but when stretched across my breasts and at the back the fine cotton became a little see through. My nipples were very evident. I undid it and slipped on the bra I intended wearing. That was a Lejaby made from a gossamer thin, diaphanous lace. It was better, but as I moved or stretched the shadows of my areola were evident. I thought it looked quite sexy, but wondered just what it would be like if I hardened as I was likely to do. I solved that, or thought I did; by thinking that I would take a long scarf with me that I could wrap round my neck and let dangle down the front. Good girl I thought, job done.

+++

Despite what she had said about taking the tube I got a car to Liverpool Street, she wouldn't know. In the fairly high, strappy, silver tart's shoes and with the unfamiliarly short skirt I was pleased that I had, for walking down the steps onto the main concourse of the station was difficult. I had to remain very upright so that the skirt didn't ride up, but not so straight that I put a pressure on the cotton of the blouse from my breasts, which, for some reason felt unusually full and heavy.

Luckily I saw her before she saw me coming down the stairs for then she would have known I hadn't come on the Central Line.

"Wow, Missus W," she said smiling and putting her hands on my shoulders after I had tapped her on hers. Beaming a big smile, she made me feel good but embarrassed by saying, rather too loudly. "You look fucking great." 

It got worse though from an embarrassment angle for she took me in her arms and pulled me close to her squashing my body against hers.

"Sammi, no" I said panicking and trying to get away.

"Missus W" she as good as snarled. "Never say no to me. Do as I fucking well ask or fucking well tell you. Got it? Ok?"

Of course I got it, that wasn't difficult, but accepting it was. She was going on.

"You're my bitch and you need to know that. You'll do exactly what I tell, when I tell you and how I tell. Right?"

I was her bitch, she'd said; what did that mean? I had no idea, but somehow it excited me to think it. 

The situation was, however, getting out of hand a bit for although I didn't dare look at them there were quite a few people close by who I assumed could hear what she was saying. He fingers pressed into my shoulders.

"Right?" she repeated "Get it?"

I nodded but said nothing. I was now in a total conflict and that got even worse when she said.

"Listen slut, you're mine to do with as I want aren't you?"

Shit I was nodding.

"Anything I want?"

I nodded again.

"If I tell you, you'll do it won't you slag? And stop fucking nodding, you're like one of those stupid nodding donkeys."

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Than answer the fucking question."

"Yes Sammi," I found myself saying with some difficulty, "Yes I will."

"If I told you to undo that sexy fucking blouse and get your big fat tits out you'd do it wouldn't you?"

That scared me because I was afraid she might. I was even more scared to say no, for then I thought she probably would. What the hell was I getting myself into, I wondered as she kissed my head? She shook me.

"Wouldn't you?"

I muttered "Yes" realising that it was not a case getting myself into something, I was already in it right up to my neck.

"But of course I won't, not yet Amanda, you aren't ready for that yet are you, come on."

We had to stand on the tube to Holborn. Walking from the Central to the Piccadilly line she held my hand and pulled me close. It was still embarrassing, but less so. We also had to stand the few stops to Piccadilly Circus for the train was crowded. That was both a relief and exciting. She was able to press herself against me and as my back was against the door she was even able to slip her hand up the kilt, which excited me, without raising suspicions and that saved my embarrassment.

I knew, well guessed she was testing me. She had been the last times we'd been together. More and more she was taking me over, pushing me and stretching our weird relationship. She was removing both my inhibitions and my resistance as she assessed just how far she could go humiliating and demeaning me. We hadn't discussed any of this. We hadn't talked about Domme and sub relationships. It didn't seem necessary as both of us, naturally it seemed, adopted the appropriate roles.

As we got off the train so she said in a voice that was louder than needed. 

"You go first Mandy, I want to look right up that skirt and see what you're wearing under it."

I nearly fainted with embarrassment as I saw a couple look at us, but I also realised my heart was pounding.

She stood two steps behind me on the long Piccadilly Circus escalators.

"Lean forward a bit baby," she said thankfully quite quietly. I did.

"Oh my fucking lord" she groaned, moving onto the step behind me and slipping her hand up my skirt and right onto the cheeks of my bum. "You are such a fucking slut I could shag you right here," she said, thankfully just as we go to the top and walked round the circular station to the Windmill Street exit.

"Bollocks" she grunted as we came out "We should have got out at Leicester Square."

"Why where we going?"

"There's a pub I like in Old Compton street, near where it joins Wardour, we're going there."

Although I was very naïve about anything to do with the physical side of being bi, gay or lesbian, I was very aware, from eating out in Soho with Kevin many times, that the area she was taking me was the heart of the gay scene in London. And if the junction of Old Compton and Wardour was the heart, then the Falcon pub was the epicentre of it. 

We had held hands again on the relatively short walk from Piccadilly Circus. Although it seemed odd for Sammi to show affection, for in our 'relationship' so far she hadn't shown much of that, more just raw sex, and although I had at first been highly embarrassed, I was getting used to this public show of girlyness, well bi or les really, but of course I couldn't admit that to myself. As people looked at us I sort of reconciled it in my mind that she could be my daughter and why shouldn't we be holding hands? Mums and daughters do, Sara and I do. But mums and daughters who hold hands don't wear the girly get up I was sporting or the black Adidas tracky trousers rolled up to the knees that sludgy green, tee shirt and black leather waistcoat that Sammi had on, oh and of course her flip flops, which she seemed to wear all the time. They also don't swing their clasped hands as she was making us do, or wear black, thick rubber bracelets round each wrist, chains round both ankles and have their spiky hair gelled. Well some might, but it would be rare.

Alright we were walking in Soho, which is a liberal area and centre of the London sex trade, but I was still embarrassed at the overt way Sammi was illustrating that we were partners and not mother and daughter. Embarrassed, but also charged up. I had never done anything like this. My new found sexuality that had been awakened by this amazing young woman was doing things to me. I felt free, uninhibited, liberated almost and enormously worked up. As we walked further, as she squeezed my hand harder, pulled me to her, pecked me on my cheek and touched me on my arms, hips and bum I became more worked up; I felt tremendously horny and thought that I was probably up for anything. And that was just so not me, I could hardly believe it. Several times I wondered what Kevin would think and once or twice with terrible pangs of guilt what Sara, my daughter and Sammi's friend would think, but I had to cast them from my mind for we were going into the pub.

It was clearly a gay and lesbian joint and it was clear that Sammi was quite well known for numerous gay men and several butchy women greeted her with hugs and kisses. She didn't introduce me to any of them, but they all stared at me and looked me up and down.

"Nice kilt luv," one of the gay men remarked as we walked past

We eventually got to the bar.

"Pop yourself up there," she said nodding at a high bar stool and ordered herself a pint of Stella. "What you 'aving?"

"Dry white wine please," I replied.

"Ok order that when you catch George's eye and cross your fucking legs, give the girls something to look at."

Turning away and talking to a couple of real dykie looking women, she made it clear who was paying. Being the Domme only goes so far I ruefully smiled giving the barman a tenner.

I looked around. There were a few feminine looking girls in there. They seemed like me to be on their own, though I suspected their partners, like mine, were not far away and were keeping a close eye on their 'property.' Nearly all of the more butch looking women seemed to be drinking pints. I wondered if it would be bad form to chat to anyone, but thought it wises not to. 

I felt uncomfortable as the reality of my changing sexuality was seen all round me. The atmospheres was hard and tough, there was no romance or even eroticism about it. The 'dykes,' as I termed them, preened and posed, the gay men strutted around laughing a lot and taking the piss out of each other and the 'lipsticks' like me sat around at their Dommes beck and call. This really wasn't what I wanted at all. There were, though, two redeeming features. Firstly despite all my reservations I was aroused. Maybe it was the number of people, men as well as women, who made eyes at me or maybe it was the expectation of what would happen later with Sammi, for I knew we would have sex sometime that evening. The other was that despite being with a woman who was young enough to be my daughter, I didn't feel out of place agewise with this group for there were several older than me and many around my age.

"You look lovely," a girl dressed in tight jeans and a white, man's shirt shirt said as she stood beside me.

"Thanks," I replied, not really knowing what to say or do.

She held her hand out. "You must be Amanda."

"Yes, er yes I am," I replied. 

I looked more closely at her. She was slim, quite attractive with short, dark hair cut in a sort of page boy style. She was slightly, but not overtly manly and was probably about my age. There was certainly one, if not two, too many buttons undone on her shirt for most of her small breasts were revealed when she moved and she was not wearing a bra.

She smiled. "Sam told me she would be bringing her new er friend," she smiled.

"Oh really," I replied totally unsure of myself in this new situation.

"Yes, Sammi and I go back a bit, she's quite amazing isn't she?"

I found myself being drawn into the culture of where we were and who we were with.

"Yes she's incredible."

"Oy," I heard from behind as I felt a hand on my hip. I looked round, thankfully it was Sammi. "Jo, keep your fucking hands to yourself," she snarled. 

"Alright keep your knickers on bitch," Jo smiled back. "And my hands hadn't done a thing had they Sammi"?

"No," I muttered.

"Don't worry babe, give it another few minutes and they would have" Sammi said confusing me as to who she was really referring to. I wasn't sure if they were joking or not.

As she said that she slid her hand from my hip onto my stomach. Her fingers were on the soft, fleshy part just a few centimetres above my pubis. She was behind me her breasts pressing against my back and Jo was in front of me, her long, jeans covered legs just touching mine by my knees. I was sitting still wondering what the hell was going on?

"Wouldn't they Jo?" Sammi asked.

"What?"

"Your hands."

"Oh yes," Jo replied moving slightly nearer to me

"They can if you like," I heard with complete astonishment Sammi saying.

'What was she saying? What was she suggesting?' I asked myself, thinking that deep down I probably knew the answer. She was offering me, her bitch, to another Domme. And the craziest thing about this was that I felt excited by it.

Jo moved so that she was right in front of me. Her knee was pressing against my shin. Where my legs were crossed the upper knee was higher. She pressed her stomach against that.

"You sure Sam?" Jo asked letting her eyes roam over my legs and up my body, lingering on my breasts in the white, cotton blouse.

"Absolutely mate, after all its share and share alike isn't it and in any case Amanda is far too uptight."

"How do you mean?" Jo asked resting her hand on my stocking covered knee. It felt quite nice.

"Well look at her fucking blouse, it's done up almost to the neck."

"So it is," Jo remarked.

They were ignoring me as a person, for they had reduced me to merely a presence. I was there for what they wanted me for, not because I was me.

"Missus W," Sammi said, quite loudly.

"Yes Sammi," I quite demurely replied, as I felt myself being drawn even deeper into the lesbian, Domme/sub scenario.

She then said what were the scariest, yet some of the most exciting words that I could ever recall being directed to me.

Undo the buttons on your blouse.

It was almost as if I was an automaton, for I simply asked.

"How many?" 

Almost as soon as those words were out of my mouth I was aghast that I had uttered them. How the hell could I be in such a situation, I asked myself? How could I let myself be so humiliated and demeaned let alone by a girl young enough to be my daughter?

Panicking a little I looked round the rather grubby bar, which I noticed didn't seem to impose the ban on smoking at all, for lots of men and women were puffing away. I had noticed earlier that the dress code of quite a few of the girls, the more girly ones like me, the fems I suppose they, or we, were called, was rather daring. There was lots of bare skin on show, legs and chests mainly. Tight clothing was everywhere emphasising bums and boobs, on the gay men as well I saw smiling. Skirts were mainly short or with slits up them and, like Jo, the lack of bras on numerous girls was quite obvious.




Reverse Seduction Take 04



As I glanced past Jo now I saw that numerous couples were kissing and cuddling so having both Sammi and Jo close to me wasn't too embarrassing. Undoing the buttons on my blouse, though, would be, for with me perched on the high stool, we were very much on view. But something was driving me, pushing me, urging me to do it. Of course there were other parts of me saying stop, don't do it, don't play this ridiculous game. Don't get deeper into the mire of lesbian sex. They were telling me that I was a respectable married woman who until a few weeks ago had no lesbian experience at all. That I was a mother of a daughter the same age as my new lesbian lover who was completely dominating and abusing me and now, in a gay and lesbian pub in Soho, she was starting to degrade and demean me in front of the other customers. She was illustrating the degree of power she felt she had over me.

I knew I should stop. I knew I should push Jo's hand, which was on my leg some six inches above my knee near to the hem of my pleated skirt, away. I knew I should get up and walk out. I knew I should ignore what Sammi had said about undoing the buttons on my blouse. I knew I should try to show that the degree of power she had over me wasn't that large. I knew full well all those things. But I did none of them.

Instead, I uncrossed my legs, lowered the top one and lifted my hands. I fumbled with my shaking fingers on the top button. And then, one by one I slipped two open.

Both Sammi, from the side, and Jo from the front, were staring at me as my blouse gaped open. I knew that they could see my cleavage, the swell of both of my breasts above my bra and probably about half of each of the diaphanous cups with the lovely lace round the edges. I looked down and saw that it was probably too dim for them, or anyone else, to see the darkness of my areola through the thin lace, but they would surely have been able to see the very obvious lumps of my erect nipples. 

Over Jo's shoulder I saw a few women and some gay guys looking at me and the barman seemed preoccupied at our end of the bar polishing some glasses.

"Mmmmmm, nice," Jo said adding after a pause and a very obvious ogle "Very nice," as she slowly slid her hand under my skirt and up my leg. 

As she did that she was staring into my eyes and Sammi was pressing her fingers into my stomach as good as on my pubic bone. Jo's hand slid up and up until I felt it reach the band of skin between my stockings and my panties. As her fingers found that patch of sensuous flesh, so she said, rather louder than was probably necessary. "Very, very nice indeed."

"What?" Sammi asked quickly.

"Didn't you know Sam, that your bitch is wearing stockings?

"Well, well Missus W you are a horny bitch aren't you?" Sammi said, pushing her fingers downwards so they pressed right on my pubic bone. She did know of course for her hand had inspected 'her property' several times that evening and Sammi was not the sort to be caught out.

Although I had one woman's fingers on the base of my stomach and another had her hands up my skirt, what was going on wasn't too obvious to the others in the bar. Alright the barman could see and a few people close by would have noticed, but in the main what we were doing was going unnoticed. In any case, it was the sort of place where a degree of groping and petting would go on and the exposure of lots of leg and the odd boob was probably not that unusual. That said, it was all new to me and the combination of embarrassment and arousal was, to say the least, interesting. As my mind wandered again onto the subject of what was happening to me and where this was all leading, both the interest and the arousal increased.

"And Sammi, they are long, long stocking," Jo said her fingers touching my pussy lips inside the brief panties. My body jerked.

"So Missus W," Sammi said slowly as she slid her fingers further downward across my pubic area "Why are you wearing stockings?"

I didn't reply, I couldn't think what to say.

Sammi got hold of my chin and rather roughly twisted my face round so that our eyes met. "Amanda, I asked you a question," she said quite loudly causing a few heads to turn and stare at us clearly trying to work out just what was going on between the three of us. She went on even louder "And when I ask my bitch a question I expect a fucking answer."

I mumbled. "I wore them for you Sammi, because you told me to dress girly."

I had obviously said the right thing for she smiled.

"That's good Amanda, that's just right," she said so that all the people in the immediate vicinity of us and some that weren't, almost certainly heard her. More heads turned, some guys and woman moved to get a better view, others came closer. Sammi lifted my face, she stared into my eyes and whispered.

"Undo another button, let them see your tits," just before she kissed me.

As if in a trance, and momentarily I did wonder if she was hypnotising me, I had no hesitation whatsoever in undoing another button on my blouse so that it was now undone to the bottom of my bra. 

I was mesmerised by what was going on and my body was full of sensations as I became totally under her command yet, at the same time the centre of attention. Unbelievably, I was revelling in both of those situations; each was so unlike me though, but then I realised that was the old me, not the new submissive, bisexual Missus Amanda Williams.

And then it got worse, well better, well both really. Worse and better at the same time.

As we kissed so Sammi cupped one of my boobs and at the same time Jo pushed her hands right up my skirt so both were resting right on my stocking tops. Sammi broke the kiss.

"Show me her stockings Jo, right up to her fucking stocking tops."

'Oh fuck' I thought realising just how far Sammi wanted to go and would go to abuse and humiliate me. I opened my eyes and looked round. We were surrounded by lesbian and bi women and gay men. They were now close and around us on all sides, even the barmen were staring. They were all looking at the three of us; witnessing the power the young woman had over me a woman approaching middle age. They were seeing the way the lesbian youngster was directing and controlling the inexperienced lipstick. The were watching my complete capitulation to two Dommes.

Jo started to slide my skirt up my legs. As she did, Sammi pulled me from the stool and made me stand. They were each side of me. Sammi was easing her hand into my bra, her fingers finding and squeezing firstly, my hardened nipple then the soft fullness of my tit. I knew everyone would see what she was doing and I equally knew that they would see what Jo was doing as slowly she raised my kilt up my legs revealing my thighs, my stocking tops and then my thong until she bunched it round my waist. At the same time, Sammi eased each of my tits out of my bra and, squeezing one she let the other dangle over the screwed up cup. I stood there being kissed and caressed as the customers in the pub looked on and saw my utter humiliation and total degradation.

And, I realised, as wave after wave of powerful feelings, the like of which I had never experienced before, hit me that I was gaining extreme pleasure from everything that was happening. 

To my embarrassment, yet so excitingly, I started to cum.



Reverse Seduction Take 05



It would help the storyline if the previous parts were read in order, but each does stand alone.

Whilst still about the lesbian Domme/sub relationshipm between forty three year old, sub Amanda and her eighteen year old Domme, Sammi, this part is largely concerned with forced exhibitionism.

*

"God I do love your arse," Sammi said running her fingertips across each cheek then slowly along the length of the crease, gently brushing my anal hole. It felt lovely and a shudder ran through my entire body. "I am going to do such rude things to that one of these days," she added.

We were naked in bed after having had hard, fast sex; the sort Sammi preferred. She rarely did languid and gentle, but that just made it all the better when she did. She was on her back propped up against a pile of pillows. I was lying across her legs, her knees pressing into my tummy. My bum was in the air.

Sammi was eighteen, I was forty three. She was a committed lesbian; until a few weeks ago I was hardly even bi curious.

++

We were at Sammi's small bedsit in Potters Bar where she had recently moved from her mother's house. It was more convenient to the training ground of Arsenal Football Club where Sammi was trying out for their ladies team. Her father had left them years ago and she didn't get on well with her mother. At school events with Sammi and my daughter, I had always found her rather strange; it was only after Sammi had seduced me and we were having regular sex that she told me that her mother was a heroin addict.

"Take all your clothes off," Sammi had said almost as soon as we had entered the bedsit. No kiss, no caresses, no foreplay nothing, but the order to undress.

I did as she asked and stood with the back of my legs pressed against the narrow bed. As usual, she stared at my body. I had learned during the past few weeks that 

I should simply stand there, not cover my breasts or pussy, as was the natural inclination, but just stand there with my arms at my side as she ogled me.

"Turn round."

I felt her move closer, she ran her hand over my bum. "Mmmm, that's nice."

I went to turn to embrace her and perhaps kiss her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Sammi said grabbing my left tit and pushing me back away from her.

"Sorry Sammi," I apologised seeing that she hadn't taken anything off at all. 

She was wearing what had almost become her uniform when she saw me. Black, Adidas, tracky trousers rolled up to just beneath her knee showing her, lithe, muscular legs and flip flops. The waist was pushed down to make them fashionably hipster and to show her taught, flat tummy almost to her pubis line. On top all she wore was a sludgy green vest. Low cut at the front and arm holes with narrow bands over her shoulders, the hem was half way between her naval and the top of her tracky trousers, under which I knew from experience she would be naked. 'What do I want fucking knickers on for?' She'd said once when I'd asked her about not wearing panties.

Sammi had trained hard both in a gym and out of doors all summer so she was heavily tanned. Although she hadn't taken any clothes off, she was showing a lot of her tanned flesh, on her legs, her stomach, both arms, her chest beneath her armpits and, of course, her neck and face. She wasn't classically good looking, not like Sara, my eighteen year old daughter, Sammi's friend, but she was eye-catching, although her mode of dress and short gelled hair was far from my taste. I just felt thankful there were no tats or piercings.

She put her arms round me and cupped my breasts. She squeezed them and found my nipples. She pinched them and pulled them hard. She hurt me more than I had been used to in my past lovemaking. But that had not been the lesbian domme and sub dominated stuff that Sammi had introduced me to.

"Get against the wall," she told me, pushing me with her body, but still hanging onto my tits. "No, lay on the bed on your front."

She lay on my back. Her hands were round me, one on my breasts, the other on my clit and pussy. It felt good and she soon had me highly aroused. She did then kiss me, but on my neck. She pushed her tongue into my ear as she shoved her knees between mine forcing them open. I could feel her tracky covered mound right on the base of my spine. She pushed hard, sliding up a little then into the crease of my bum. She went harder and faster. I opened my legs as wide as they would go trying to encourage even more feelings from that sensitive area. She of course noticed that.

"You really are a filthy old slut aren't you?" She snarled into my ear as she 'fucked' me harder and faster. I didn't reply. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Say it."

"What?"

"That you're a slut."

"I'm a slut," I groaned.

"Whose slut are you, slag?"

"I'm yours."

"Whose?"

"Who's? Yours?"

I didn't get what she meant for a while, but then I rarely think straight as I start to climax. Then I got it.

"I'm your slut Sammi, I'm Sammi's slut."

++

"I sometimes think I'm a gay man really," Sammi surprised me by saying a few days later at my house.

We'd had sex and she had swum fifty or so lengths very quickly. She was superfit and a fantastic swimmer. I sat on the edge watching her lithe, muscular body cut through the water. Irrespective of the sexual side of things, it was a beautiful sight to behold.

"What do you mean?" I asked, pouring her a cup of tea. 

We had gone into the house and I had started doing her ironing, a chore I had taken on a couple of weeks ago. 

She'd told me to put on a tee shirt, but nothing else, not even a bra. She was naked, sitting behind me.

"Well looking at your arse, watching it jiggle and wobble as you iron my stuff is such a fucking turn on for me," I sometimes wonder why I am so into bums.

I gave her a little wiggle and said "Ooooo nice, you like mine?"

"You know I fucking well do."

"Thanks," I whispered half hoping she would start something, but I think she was more interested in getting her ironing done than fucking me again.

"You know Amanda, that one day I really am going to fuck your arse don't you?"

"No Sammi I didn't."

"You see that's why I think I probably really am a gay man, because I think your arse is sexier than your cunt and I want to fuck that more than your cunt."

+++

"They've only fuckingwell offered me a contract haven't they?" Sammi said on the phone a couple of days later.

"That's great luv."

She told me some of the details including her salary and bonuses, which seemed incredibly generous to me.

"Kevin's away isn't he?" She asked.

"Yes, in Aberdeen for a couple of days."

"That's good, 'cos you can take me out to dinner tonight to celebrate then can't you?"

I had quickly learned that Sammi never asked, she just expected me to concur with her wishes. But then that is the role of a sub I suppose and that's what I was rapidly becoming, her sub.

Of course at times, particularly when I was alone or had just chatted to my daughter, who was having a gap year travelling in Asia and then Oz, on the phone, I felt tremendous remorse and guilt. And equally of course during those times I vowed to stop. I vowed to resist my bi curiosity, which shouldn't be too hard for I hadn't felt it that much most of my life and certainly hadn't ever given into it, until Sammi that is. And even more I vowed to stop this, almost, ridiculous, desire to be humiliated, controlled, dominated and demeaned by this girl some twenty five years younger than me. But so far I hadn't done either of those and each time Sammi had called, Amanda had come running; well certainly she'd cum, whether that was running or not was a matter of opinion!

"Yes of course," I replied. "Where would you like to go?"

"The Croft," she said immediately, naming the best restaurant in our area. Although expensive and serving fine food, it had a buzzy and trendy atmosphere. Kevin and I often dined there alone and with friends. "You presumably go there?"

"Yes as a matter of fact we do, quite often, do you?"

"Don't be fucking stupid Missus W, I'm just a school kid, I don't have that sort of money."

"I see," I said trying to think how to phrase my concerns.

There was bound to be people in there I knew or people who knew people who knew Kevin or me. Additionally, we were friendly with many of the staff and Paul, the owner.

By itself, that wasn't too large a concern, for I could tell them the truth, well my version of it that covers Sammi being Sara's friend, Sara being away, Sammi just getting the contract and this being a celebration. There were two problems, though. Kevin would probably find out and might think it strange for, purposefully, I hadn't mentioned Sammi since she and I had started. That seemed to be manageable, so I put it to one side and thought I would worry about it when and if he found out and raised it. How Sammi might behave was the bigger problem and the real worry.

"You sure you want to go there, Sammi, there could be people who know Kevin and me."

"So?"

"Well you know."

"No I don't, so tell me."

"You will er, um behave won't you?"

She laughed. "What keep my hands off yer tits and arse you mean?"

"That and other things."

"You mean treating you as my sub?"

"Yes, exactly. As you did in that bar."

"You enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Yes, you know I did," I said remembering when she had made me bare my breasts, she had pulled my skirt up and she and a friend of hers had made me cum in front of an audience in a gay and lesbian bar in Soho. "But that was in Soho Sammi, not round here."

"I know and I'm not totally fucking stupid, I may be a footballer, but I do have a brain."

I smiled. "Yes and a very good brain as well," I said, recalling that Sara had often said that Sammi was the brightest girl in their year and would get great results if she tried. But Sammi was a loose canon and the only one of their group who wasn't going to university.

"Don't worry Missus W, I'll behave if you do, ok?"

+++

"You've fucked him haven't you?" Sammi said after Paul had taken our orders.

"No, of course not," I replied averting her gaze. "Like the place so far?" I added trying to change the subject. 

"I bet you have."

The meal was pleasant. The food was as always great and atmosphere was fine, but I was on tenterhooks in case Sammi did something outlandish, although the initial signs had been fine.

She looked great dressed all in cream. She was wearing a silk vest with thin, spaghetti straps and a long sleeved, voile jacket both of which came to just beneath her waist. On her legs she was wearing very thin and very flared trousers made of a thin, soft material. When she stretched she showed a large strip of deeply tanned flesh round her stomach. For the first time since we had been involved, her hair wasn't gelled and was combed into a 'pageboy' style with a quiff that fell down across her forehead. Although a bit boyish, it didn't make her look lessy. I was so pleased to see that she wasn't wearing her flip flops, but had on strappy, silver, mid height heels, which left most of her, quite small, feet bare. I was hugely surprised to see that she had painted her toe nails.

When we had met, I had told her how fabulous she looked.

"See even us dykes can look tasty," she'd tartly replied, adding. "You don't look so bad your self, Missus W.

I was wearing a baggy yellow top, which had six large, brass buttons up the front, with a fairly tight, white skirt which was just above my knee. It was still late summer and I had tanned legs so I wasn't wearing tights, but being from Essex I was wearing white shoes; fashionable peek a boo though, not stilettos! I had, for a change put my chestnut coloured hair up with a few ringlets hanging down. I felt good.

Sammi behaved herself and we spent most of the meal talking about what Sara and the others were doing on their travels and about her burgeoning career as a footballer. 

"So ladies, have you enjoyed your meal?" Paul asked when he came and stood by us as we sipped our coffee.

"Yes it was lovely as always," I smiled looking up at him and catching his eyes whip away from my boobs, as it usually did when he came and chatted to Kevin and me.

"May I get you both a liqueur on the house? A cognac or Armagnac perhaps?"

"No thanks Paul, not for me," I replied feeling the two bottles of wine we had drunk was plenty.

"Er I'll have a brandy with yer" Sammi said adopting the strong East end accent that she used when trying to make an effect. "And Amanda will probably change her mind and have one too."

Paul looked at me and raised his eyebrows taking in another good eyeful of my cleavage. As I was leaning forward a little, this was rather more pronounced. I straightened up, but not before he had seen a lot of the tops of both of my tits. I shook my head. Sammi saw that and smiling, took hold of my wrist.

"I think she will Paul so just bring two big 'uns will yer, you know what they look like don't you?"

He smiled, he was very urbane and relaxed.

"Oh yes Sammi, very well indeed."

"What the fuck was that all about if you haven't fucked him?" She asked, not letting go of my wrist, but gripping slightly tighter.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking around hoping that no one was watching us.

"Flashing your tits at him like that."

"I wasn't."

"I saw his fucking eyes go right down that fucking sluts top," she hissed.

"Sorry," I stammered trying to calm her down.

"How do you think that makes me feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'm out with you and some old fag or fart tries it on with you, just because he's fucked you in the past."

"Sammi, I didn't do anything and how can I possibly think about how you feel as a date when to all intents and purposes, all you are is my daughter's friend and we are celebrating your contract," I tried explaining.

It was no good. She was now up for a row, for trouble I suppose, so I was pleased when Paul sent one of the waitresses, a lovely looking blonde girl called Jossi, with the drinks.

"Just for interest sake Amanda," she said as Jossi placed the drinks on the table. "When did you last fuck him?"

Shit I thought this is going bad. I'm sure I probably blushed when I caught Jossi's eyes.

"Sammi, you need to believe me, I have never had sex with Paul."

"But you would like to?"

"Maybe yes."

"So why haven't you."

"I've told you, other than with you I'm faithful to Kevin."

"Yeah right, pigs might fly too. You don't what it's like, sluts don't, I saw the way you looked at the Polish bit."

"Sammi I didn't."

"Well I think you fuckingwell did and you're gonna be punished.

I felt terrible. I had no idea what she would try to get me to do was one issue, the other was I was so unsure of my likely reaction.

She seemed to ponder for a while and then leaning forward she whispered.

"Go to the loo and take your bra off and bring it back here."

"No I can't," I stammered thinking she meant in my hand.

She laughed. "Don't worry you can take your Mulberry with you."

Sammi has small, almost non existent breasts; just a little puff of flesh and her nipples. To her, going without a bra is commonplace, in fact she only wears one when she plays football and that's purely for protection. She, therefore, has no comprehension of either, the emotional or, the physical reaction a fuller breasted woman gets from purposefully leaving her bra off under her outer clothes. It is strong enough when done in the privacy of one's own home with or without a partner present, so in a public place the sensations are pretty powerful. And that's how they were for me as I walked across the dining room back to our table.

My breasts were jiggling, they were wobbling and swinging. My nipples had hardened for my mind and body knew that leaving the bra off was, without doubt, a sexual act, not one of convenience or comfort as it was for my young lover.

Of course, as I walked that walk of shame I imagined that all the diners were looking at me and realising that I was naked under the thin, yellow top. The truth was that most were not looking and those that were, probably didn't notice. But as I walked towards Sammi, I knew that she knew for her eyes never for one moment left the swell of my breasts under the top.

As I got to our table Paul appeared as if out of nowhere to pull my chair out.

"Will you be needing a cab?" He asked as I sat down, very aware that he would have noticed the indentations of my nipples and the movement inside my top.

"No, we're gonna walk," Sammi answered for us glaring at Paul. "But you can bring the bill please."

"You must have fucked him," Sammi said as we walked away from the restaurant.

"Sammi I really haven't, I have not had affairs, I'm really a good girl," I said smiling at her as we held hands and walked down the hill on the fairly dark side road which led to the high street. As I saw her also smiling, I added. "Well most of the time and that is good for a slut, Sammi." 

She also smiled, but then said rather menacingly.

"So why did you flash your tits at him, I saw his fucking eyes he couldn't get them off your fucking cleavage?"

"I don't know, he always does that."

"Then knowing that you shouldn't have had them out all over then place, you should have worn something more sensible."

"I'm sorry."

"That's not really good enough," she said with a very stern look on her face as she added. "I may have to punish you for that."

She put her arm round my neck and pulled my face towards her. My heart pumped harder when I realised she was going to kiss me. It pumped because of the expectation of the sexual pleasure that would give me, but also because of the thrill of being kissed in such a public place. People were walking by, cars were going up the hill to the restaurant car park and cabs were arriving and leaving. The wine and Sammi had removed many, but not all of my inhibitions, because I shuffled us towards a large overhanging willow tree out of sight of all the passers by.

Her mouth closed on mine and her tongue immediately prised my lips open and plunged into my mouth. I sucked on it and loved it. 

It was an odd experience and for me a new one. To be kissed so passionately in a place that was hidden from view of others, but only yards away there were people passing by was a massive turn on for me. I had never done anything like that before. As we kissed so Sammi's hands found my breasts. I arched my back pressing them against her and she squeezed harder. Her hand went inside my blouse right onto my bare skin; I kissed her even harder.

I knew this was fucking crazy. I was very aware that although it was unlikely, anyone could walk into the 'cave' created by the overhanging branches which almost reached the ground was slim, it was, nevertheless, possible. But somehow I didn't care and I didn't think it was the wine that was making me feel that way.

I caressed Sammi's bum through the thin material of her trousers. Whilst she had a very shapely arse, which always reminded me of watching the female sprinters in the Olympics, it felt more like a man's than a woman's, although I have to admit I had felt few of either.

I felt one of her hands pulling my skirt up. Up and up and up it went until it was bunched round my waist. God that felt so amazing.

"Take you knickers off, I want to feel your cunt," she commanded as she moved a few feet away from a me. Wiggling the thong down my legs as she stared intently at me taking in every movement and every bit of me that was on show made me feel very warm and aglow.

"Ok give them to me."

Surprisingly she didn't touch me. "Turn round."

I rotated so that she saw all of me.

"Slower take it more slowly, you know how much I adore that fucking arse of yours," she said softly in a tone that was half way between a growl and a moan.




Reverse Seduction Take 05



As I turned round slowly as she ordered several times waiting for her to tell me when to stop, I felt a little embarrassed. Sammi had flicked a few buttons undone on my blouse so, as I moved one or the other of my boobs with their massively hardened nipples would peep out from the lapels of the yellow material. With the white skirt bunched round my waist and with no panties on, I felt very vulnerable, but with the mood Sammi was now in, I also felt very wanted and very, very feminine indeed. It was at that moment, I think I gained a greater understanding of our relationship in particular and the whole Domme/fem thing in general.

"Come on lets go," she suddenly said grabbing my hand. "I'm not sure you're up to fucking in public yet so let's get back to your house where I can fuck you rigid.

Her words thrilled me, I wanted to, as she so eloquently put it, 'be fucked rigid' by her. So much for my vow that I would tell her at dinner that we had to end our affair. 

I pushed my skirt down and went to do up the buttons on my blouse.

"No leave those open, you'll enjoy that, sluts like flashing their tits."

"No Sammi I can't," I rather unwisely protested. She moved closer, shoved her hand inside my blouse, gripped my nipple and pulled and twisted it very hard. Itb hurt badly and made me gasp with pain.

"Can't, what do you fuckingwell mean can't? If I tell you to do it you can and will do it. Got it?" She said, just before smothering my mouth with her's and kissing me as she quite gently caressed my breasts.

Another lesson on our relationship and another level of understanding about being a sub, I realised as I left the buttons undone.

I fumbled at her hand as we scrambled out from the tree and started to walk towards the town. She opened it and I saw my thong. 

"I'm told soiled panties can fetch a few bob, maybe we should put them on e-bay when we get home?" She said smiling and grabbing my hand "Maybe we should have a drink on the way home. Being with you in a bar knowing you were naked under the top and skirt would be a nice turn on?" 

"Do you want to do that?"

"No, we'll just walk home, come on?"

She put her arm round me. I rested my head on her chest and felt the tingles as her fingers stroked the top of my breast.

We talked about what we had done under that tree and agreed that we both found it to be a tremendous turn on and that we'd like to do it again.

"I want to fuck you outside," she said

"Not in Loughton, though," I said, "I don't mind being caught but not on my home turf."

"You mean not with a dyke?"

"Not at all, even with anyone, I have too much to lose," I said thinking of my marriage, my daughter the golf and tennis clubs and our friends and relatives."

"I know what you mean Amanda," she said in a rare moment of tenderness and common sense. "I have to be careful and stay out of trouble with the new contract," she added her fingers sliding into the top of my blouse and starting to rub my boob in little circles. It was nice.

"But in some ways I wish I didn't have to think of what other might say or think," I said. "I wish I could be more like you Sammi."

She gave me a nice hug. "Like I was you mean?"

"Yes like when you came to the house after Sara had gone, like when you swan naked in my pool."

"And like when I seduced you and fucked you in your kitchen you mean?"

"Yes I guess I do. Now don't take this wrongly, but being an old bird with a girl of your age, would be outrageous and offensive to some people, yes?"

"Yes I see that."

"And as you are gathering there's a part of me that wants to outrage and offend."

"Yes I am finding that out."

"I can't help it, it's part of me."

"What flirting with Paul was for that reason was it?" Sammi retorted sharply

"Yes I guess so."

"And flashing your pussy at him as well?" She asked now cupping my boob and easing the material away from it as we strolled down the hill, nearer and nearer to the main street. 

It was certainly exciting to be walking along with my breast bare and on view, but I was worried that someone might see. The idea was thrilling; I wasn't quite sure about the reality of people who could know me seeing me like that.

"Just for the record, I didn't actually flash that, just my cleavage and I can't help that."

"And your tits, he couldn't take his eyes off these," she said pulling the other lapel away so that both of my boobs were on show. 

I looked down at them. In the main I enjoy being full breasted. Alright they can be a problem at the gym on the running machine and they don't help the golf swing, but overall, I like their shape and size as, so it seems do most men and, now I was finding out, many women. The problem with them is their sag. Some is inevitable, particularly if suckled in childbirth, and because of the weight. It's the extent of it that becomes the issue. Mine didn't look too bad and as I walked, their sway and jiggle, I thought, looked good and sexy.

"I'm sorry?" I apologised.

"I do actually understand that Missus W," she said very surprisingly.

"Really?" I asked not at all sure what would come next.

"It's the buzz Amanda. That's what this all about for me and that's what it's all about for you."

"What?" I asked not quite sure whether I should agree, which I think I did, or not. Sammi's moods were hard to read.

"It's why gamblers gamble, drinkers drink and people pop pills. It's why men go to massage parlours, why Hugh Grant paid a hooker to suck him in a car and why George Michael visits men's loos on Hampstead Heath."

"Why?"

"And Mandy, it's why I want to fuck you in public where there's a chance of being seen and caught. It's even why right now I've got my hand in your top and your tits are out, isn't it?"

"Isn't it what?"

"It's for the buzz. Pure and simple, don't complicate things, just call it the buzz. And I get a buzz from other's disapproval of me being as I am, a pseudo dyke." 

"You are complicated Sam."

"I don't think I am really, perhaps different, certainly unpredictable, but basically quite simple. Understand the buzz and you understand me."

"So you aren't really a lesbian then?"

"No but I get a massive buzz from acting like one, from seducing you and for getting your tits out in public."

"What about with men?"

"I love it, I love being fucked and I love sucking cock. I love everything to do with sex, I just don't categorise between men and women, it's all sex to me."

I smiled. "Yes I beginning to understand that, you've taught me a great deal about being bi."

"You see Amanda," Sammi went on stopping and turning so we looked at each other before she added slowly and, I thought worryingly meaningfully. "I could enjoy fucking Kevin and Sara as much as I do you."

That alarmed me. Not the Kevin thing so much, in fact the thought of him with Sammi, and maybe me, was quite exciting, something I had never before imagined. It was the referral to Sara, something that had worried me since I had known of Sammi's sexuality issues. I wanted to know about her and my daughter. Despite it being against what I was beginning to understand as the unwritten rules, I decided to question her.

"What do you mean with Sara?"

"Well she's hugely attractive and very sexy," she replied cupping both my bare breasts and lifting them as she added. "Almost as much as her mum, but she aint got the tits and ass of her old woman."

I smiled at the compliment. "May I ask you something Sammi?" I asked, more complying with the rules by asking permission.

"There's no need, I haven't fucked her, she doesn't know that we fuck and she wouldn't know that I'm a dyke domme, so relax. Ok?"

I felt massively relieved as she put her arm round me and started walking.

"But Kevin, well that's a different story," she said clearly joking, well I thought so, but decided not to pick up that subject.

We were walking along a town house and apartment block lined street, still some half a mile or so from where I lived. It was now dark so nobody would be able to see, but it still excited me. Actually the now cooling night air on my bare skin was quite pleasant as well as being arousing. I felt your hand slide down my back. You stopped and held me from moving on, you moved behind me.

"As I said Missus W, its all part of the buzz. Swimming naked in your pool, seducing you, taking you to that bar, getting you to remove your bra in fucking Paul's restaurant and getting your tits out as have been walking. Do you get it, do you understand?"

"Yes Sammi, I am beginning to."

"And do you get the buzz, do you feel it too, did you feel it when Jo and I made you cum in the Falcon?"

"I was getting worked up. Her words and the visions they created in my mind were arousing me.

"Yes," I groaned.

"Have you felt it tonight Amanda?"

"Yes, yes I have."

"Do you feel it now? She asked squeezing my bum with one hand and pinching my nipple with the other.

"Oh God," I sighed "Yes I do."

"Have all the things I've done tonight given you the buzz."

"Yes they have."

"And does this as well?" Sammi asked as she started to pull my tight, white skirt up my legs.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Then come on then," she said taking my hand and leading me down the hill.

It's quite difficult walking downhill in highish heels at any time, particularly when they have --peek-a-boo toes. When there's the added confusion and restriction of having a tight, skirt rolled up above mid thigh it becomes very difficult indeed.

It was dark, there were few street lights and the pavement was quite wide, thankfully, for cars were passing by. There was a few people walking along, some couples strolling to the bars and restaurants in the high street, a few dog walkers and the houses were fairly close to the pavement. So the chances of being seen were quite high. However, with the darkness and with Sammi's arms around me, it was fairly unlikely that anyone, unless they looked directly from a window or if a car stopped next to us, would work out just what I was flashing, or so I hoped.

Sammi saw me taking the tiny paces that the restrictions of the skirt allowed. She could see that I was struggling.

"Hang on luv," she said stopping me "Turn round."

I faced the wall expecting her to pull the shirt down. As unpredictable as ever she didn't, but slowly rolled it upwards until it was bunched around my waist. I now had my top undone to the waist, the edges fluttering around continuously flashing my bare tits and my skirt round my waist, my bum and pubes completely on show.

"Sammi what are you doing?"

"I told you that I would probably have to punish you didn't I?"

"Yes, yes you did."

She pushed me into a doorway and pressed me against a glass door. It was fairly isolated from the road. She kissed me and rubbed my tits and then got her finger on my clit. She rotated it in the way that she knew I liked and the way she had worked out made me cum the quickest. She was dead right, for quickly I started to cum.

Immediately I did she pulled us out of the doorway.

"This is your punishment Amanda, walking home, with your tits and cunt out cumming. Enjoy it."



Reverse Seduction Take 06



That's good," Sammi said down the phone.

"Why?"

"Cos of two reasons."

"May I ask what they are?" I said half expecting to be told to fuck off and not be so bloody impertinent.

"First, because I can now fuck you when I want for over two weeks can't I?"

"Yes," I replied simply to my eighteen year old lesbian Domme lover. "And the second?"

"That, you can wait to find out, I'll be round in an hour or so," she said cutting the connection without any further ado, something she often did.

++++

My husband, Kevin, had a business involved with the oil industry and travelled a lot. I sometimes went with him when he went to places like Dallas and Houston, Dubai and Bahrain that were marginally interesting. A two and a half week trip to upcountry China didn't qualify, so I was on my own.

Up until a few weeks ago I would have had my eighteen year old daughter Sara for company, but having left school with great A level results she was on a gap year travelling in Asia and Australia. So I was alone, well I would have been apart from Sammi. She was Sara's friend at school. Being very sporty she had decided to try to make it in professional football with Arsenal ladies team instead of going to uni. Just last week she had been given a contract.

I had known Sammi since she was eleven so I had seen her grow up. From a child, through puberty, into a young woman I had watched her growing and developing. Until the moment she seduced me just six weeks ago, however, I had no inkling of her sexuality or of my latent bisexual feelings. Equally, as we had developed our strange relationship, I had no idea that I was cut out to be the ideal submissive to my young lover's dominant side. But I was and that is what she did to me. It was so incongruous, I thought, a forty three year old, happily married, pillar of society mother being fucked at every opportunity by an eighteen year old female soccer player.

+++

"So you liked that did you?" She asked me as we lay side by side in my marital bed in my house later that afternoon?

"Yes," I grunted feeling nearly sated after Sammi had made me cum three times in quick succession; I was beginning to think I was getting too old for such multi orgasm sessions.

"You liked me doing that?"

"Yes, I told you."

"Was it better than when Kevin does it?"

"Yes, I think it was."

"Good, well next time my dirty slut I am going to use a dildo up that lovely arse of yours and not my tongue and fingers."

I dozed for a while then woke up. Sammi was gone. I got up, slipped into a pair of tracky trousers and a baggy sweat shirt, just in case Ben our gardener had shown up, although it was raining, and went downstairs. Sammi was sitting on one of the wicker chairs in the pool conservatory naked. I looked round the garden, she saw me.

"Yes your gardener was here, he got quite an eyeful seeing me doing my lengths."

"Oh dear."

"Don't worry I'm only joking, he didn't see me."

I made some tea and we sat drinking in the conservatory.

"So you like flashing then?" She asked completely out of the blue obviously referring to a few evenings ago. 

We'd had dinner to celebrate her contract. In the restaurant she had made me go to the loo and remove my bra. Outside the restaurant we had gone under an overhanging tree and she had not only unbuttoned my top and got my tits out, but had also pulled my tightish skirt up and made me take my panties off and give them to her. As we walked down, fairly quiet roads I was, at first, petrified that someone would see my tits which continuously popped out from my top. But later as we got nearer my home she had rolled my skirt up and pulling me into a doorway had finger fucked me to a near orgasm. She then made me walk with my skirt round my waist stopping every hundred yards or so to rekindle my climax. She had considerately moved very close to me and had shielded me as people walked past on the other side of the road, but some must have seen either my tits or pubes or bum or even all of them.

"Yes Sammi, I think I showed that," I replied referring to the fact that when we got to my house we had fucked each other in the middle of the lawn in my back garden.

"See, stick with Sammi and you'll learn a lot," she said quite jauntily, picking up her ironing that I had done that morning. "See you then," she said walking out and getting on her scooter.

+++

I was very surprised when I saw that it was her calling me on my mobile later that evening. She usually left it a few days after we'd had sex before getting in touch, making me pine was the reason, I assumed. Actually, the time gaps did quite the opposite. They made me resolve to stop the relationship. It was becoming riskier all the time. Sammi and I were taking more chances and I was horrified that someone, especially my daughter would find out. So after each time I vowed to finish it and tell her it was all over. I wish it was true that the reason I didn't was because I believed she would tell Sara and Kevin, but deep down I knew that she wouldn't tell them. Deep down the reasons I didn't finish it were, and it totally pissed me off to recognise it, that I wanted the buzz, I enjoyed what she we were doing, I was feeling liberated and I loved the type of sex we were having.

"Ok," she said when I answered "Tomorrow night will be big time."

"How do you mean?"

"No need to worry your pretty little head about how, just believe it is. You are in for something really special, now listen carefully."

I listened with a degree of incredulity. But then, after going on the first date with her and dressing in that short skirt so she could look up it on the escalators at Piccadilly Circus and then having her lift it up and rub my clit until she made me cum in front of a gay man and lesbian audience in the Falcon pub in Soho, I was getting used to outlandish things with Sammi.

She hadn't told me what we were going to do nor where we were going other than that I had to meet her outside Patel's pharmacy right outside Notting Hill tube station the next evening at eight in the evening. She had though given very explicit instructions on how I should dress.

"Don't wear a bra, I want your tits bare and available at all times. You could wear that white blouse you had on when we went to the Falcon, but something thinner and tighter would be better. It must be buttoned up the front and be as thin as possible so I can see your nipples through it, you can wear something over it for the tube trip." 

Little did she know that I had no intention of using the Central Line, but instead would use Kevin's account to have a nice Merc or BMW whisk me up to Bayswater where I would use the tube for one station, just in case she was watching.

"You must wear a skirt, it doesn't matter whether its short or long, tight or loose, but you should wear stockings so that might help you make your mind up on the skirt."

I tried asking questions as to why I had to dress that way, but it was impossible. Sammi has this knack of simply ignoring things she doesn't want to hear and she simply went on with her instructions.

"The type of shoe doesn't matter, but not boots. Don't wear much make up and put your hair in plaits."

"Plaits, what do you mean?"

"You know like pigtails."

"What like kids, schoolgirls wear?" I asked my surprise and curiosity mounting as Sammi gave me her orders.

"Shit you can be so dumb sometimes, it's a surprise you aren't blonde," she said coldly, but adding slightly warmer "Can't you Missus W?"

I had got to know knew better than to ignore one of her questions, even a rhetorical one. "Yes Sammi, ok I'll do that."

"Ok now the important part."

"What's that?" I asked genuinely having no idea what else was required.

"Your knickers."

"Oh yes," I replied as if it was common place to discuss such intimate apparel, but then with Sammi it actually was fairly common, not that she wore them very often.

"You see the film Bridget Jones, the first one?"

"Yes I did, twice actually."

"Why the fuck did you see that crock of shit twice? No never mind. Anyway as you saw it twice you'll remember where Hugh Grant shagged Renee whatsername on the floor."

"Yes I do."

"And when he got his hand up her skirt he found those big knickers?"

"Yes."

"Well you need to wear some similar to that."

"What BJs? Why?" I couldn't help asking.

"You don't need to know, just get some and wear them. They mus be net, know what I mean?"

"What see through mesh sort of thing?"

"Yes, preferably pink, I like pink, but any pastel colour will do, as long as I can see you crack through them."

"Ok," I said as the line went dead.

Whilst I had no idea at all about Sammi's plans I found myself becoming aroused as she had given me my instructions. I often found that happening and wasn't sure why. Partly it was the excitement anyone should get from talking to a lover, partly it was hearing her tell me how to dress and partly it was the anticipation of what was inevitable when I met her, vibrant, different and maybe extreme, lesbian sex. But I knew intertwining itself with all of those was the buzz I got from her dominating me and telling me what to do. 

At times when I was alone and I thought about the control she was increasingly getting over me, I became scared. That was because I was not at all sure that I would be able to resist almost any order she gave me and I knew that could lead to trouble. In fact the other evening when she had made me, well hardly made for I loved it, walk home with my breasts out and my skirt round my waist, we must have been very close to being in trouble. Anyone could have seen me and it would only have taken a police car to come along and the eagle eyed cops would surely have spotted my bare tits, arse and pubes. 

Even as I thought that I felt my heart beating faster, my pulse started to race and that familiar heat and irritation started in the pit of my stomach and flowed upwards into my breasts. They started to tingle and feel so heavy. My nipples began to ache. I was becoming extremely aroused. I touched my breasts, ran my fingers over each boob and then slid them my bra and pinched my nipple. I had to masturbate. 

I went to my bedroom and removed my jeans; denim is too thick and rough to masturbate through I find. I slipped out of my tee shirt and unclipped my bra. 'Oh fuck,' I said out loud as my mobile rang. Fortunately I had brought it with me and with my bra clinging to my boobs I picked it up. I didn't recognise the number, but I answered it.

"Oh and wear a sussie belt, not those fucking poncy hold ups you had on at the Falcon," Sammi said before the phone went dead.

++

"Come on this way," Sammi said grabbing my hand as I came out of the station. On seeing her there I was thinking how fortunate it was I hadn't come all the way by car; she would have gone fucking barmy and then God only knows what would have happened.

We walked back towards Bayswater and took the first turn on the left Pembridge Road I noticed. Once round the corner where it was quiet, she stopped .

"Let me have a look at you, let's see what you've done. Undo the coat."

I was wearing a thin, silky skirt that came down to just above my knee, 'Sensible length with stockings' I'd thought. It was loose, but not flared and was sort of paisley patterned, predominantly oranges and yellow. It swung nicely when I walked without the mid calf length, white plastic trench coat with the black belt and big black buttons I was wearing over it. Where the thin material was stretched across my upper thighs there was some interesting shapes suggesting that I was wearing a suspender belt.

"Mmmm nice" she said running her gaze up and down me. "Turn round." 

She lifted the coat when my back was towards her and ran her hands over my bum. "Yes very nice, I like that," she said feeling the big knickers I was wearing. "What colour are they?"

"Pink sir, just as you ordered," I smiled adding "The stockings ok?"

She then saw that they had seams. 

"Oh yes very nice," she said moving closer and putting her hands either side of me. She pulled on the white cotton of the thin blouse I had bought specially for the occasion. I knew full well what she would be seeing for I had done a similar thing as I had dressed. The sides would gape, the buttons strain in the holes, little gaps would appear down the front showing the insides of my bare boobs and my areola and nipples would be emphasised through the material.

"Well Missus W, you certainly are a quick learner aren't you?"

The compliment made me feel good.

"Thank you Sammi."

"Now what the fuck have you done with your fucking hair?"

"Easy, no problem. Just what you ordered," I said reaching up and pulling the pins out so the two pigtails fell down one behind and the other on my shoulders.

"Great, you've done well, let's go."

I didn't ask where, but obediently almost trotted alongside her; Sammi walked very fast.

She was wearing her flip flops and black tracky trousers rolled up to just beneath her knees, despite the weather turning and the temperature falling. As condescension to that, she was wearing the tracky top as well, but it was not zipped up so I couldn't see what was under it.



++

We walked for about ten minutes towards Portobello Road. She clearly knew where she was going so I assumed she had been before. We got to a large four or five storey Victorian townhouse and she led me up the six or so steps to the imposing black door with highly polished brass fittings. She rang the bell and a voice asked through a microphone who was there? Sammi simply said 'Sammi' confirming very clearly that she was known. The door buzzed, Sammi opened it and we went in.

There was an attractive, though quite severe looking woman sitting behind a desk, obviously a receptionist. Sammi simply nodded and walked past her without a word. The woman eyed me up and down making me feel somewhat embarrassed about the pigtails, but she said nothing. Sammi led me along the wide hall to the back of the house. She opened a door that had a notice 'members only' on it and I saw a flight of stairs going down. As we walked down them I asked.

"What is this place?" 

"It's that club I told you about?"

"What club, when?"

"When we went out on that date."

"What to Soho?"

"Yes when you got off in the Falcon, you do remember, I assume?" She said sarcastically.

"Of course, how could I forget?"

"Not easily I imagine. I mean having an orgasm in front of a crowd of people in a pub with your tits out and skirt round your waist is a rather memorable event."

"Yes quite," I said softly hoping no one was listening. I did actually remember her saying that we might go onto a club before we went into the Falcon pub, but the events that occurred in there rather took over the evening. 

We walked along a corridor turned to the right then to the left. It was a bit like a hotel with doors on either side every few yards. I could see a pair of double doors at the end of the corridor and we went to them and Sammi used one of those credit card keys to open the door. We went into a small hallway which was furnished with just a table on which there was long thin vase filled with beautiful long stemmed lilies. The smell was very strong, but lovely. There were three doors leading from the lobby. Sammi opened one and I followed her into a small room that looked to be a changing room for there was a wardrobe, a tiny dressing table and a couple of easy chairs. One wall was covered with a floor to ceiling mirror.

"Hang your coat in there and wait here," she said leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

It was all quite mysterious, but also rather exciting. I had no idea whatsoever what was going on or what was going to happen.

++

I sat there for what seemed an age becoming more edgy as the minutes passed. I must have inspected myself in the mirror a dozen times, checking my, as Sammi had instructed little, make up and my hair, which actually looked quite cute, I thought, in the pigtails, although of course they were totally inappropriate on a woman of my age.

I checked my appearance from the front, noting how the blouse, which was really too small for me, clung to my breasts. It gaped a little at each of the six or so buttons that were done up giving flashes of the insides of my each of my breasts. I had left two undone so the first one done up was just above the start of the swell of my boobs about where my cleavage would have started had I been wearing a bra. Obviously, as I moved in front of the mirror they jiggled and wobbled and my nipples were clearly on show through the thin material. Further down, the indentations of the small buckles and the fasteners on the suspenders were quite evident. Pulling the skirt up I inspected the suspender belt, something I hadn't worn for many years, and the stockings, which were light tan, fifteen denier, I seemed to recall. 

I occasionally wear stockings, largely because Kevin, along with most men, loves them and I like to please him now and then, but they have been hold-ups for many years now. As well as being more practical and easy to wear, I had always felt they were not only sexier looking, for when Kevin undressed me, but also sexier for me. As I looked at the white lacy suspender belt through the pink, net-like knickers I began to have my doubts. There really was something hugely erotic about the suspenders themselves snaking through the knickers and reaching down the fronts and sides of my upper legs to grip the tops of the stockings.

When I had first tried them on I was a little disappointed at the stockings. I had in recent times at least, including the visit to the Falcon, been used to long stockings the tops of which almost touched my fanny. The tops of these, even with the suspenders shortened, only reached just above about half-way between my knee and groin. I thought they looked odd so I searched on the net. Googling 'stockings' brought me a host of information and loads of pictures, including lots of porn. Particular from looking at the pictures of Velma Kelly in the musical Chicago and the girls in 'Nine' a film I had just seen, I concluded that short stockings, though possibly slightly old fashioned, were also very sexy. I also concluded that my recently discovered bi-sexual feelings could also extend to women other than Sammi.

I had my back to the mirror and I was looking over my shoulder checking out the seams on the stockings when the door opened.

"Come on we're ready," Sammi said.

I followed her back into the little lobby and she opened the middle door for me. "Go on," she said holding it open.

I walked into the room. I thought it was big, but couldn't really tell as it was almost dark apart from a patch in the middle which was lit by a dim spotlight in the ceiling casting a pool of light probably ten feet or so in diameter. In that patch there was just a chair. It was a straight backed, wooden chair. There was nothing else. I didn't know what to do. I turned to look at Sammi for instructions but she said very sharply "Look at the chair." I did. I heard movement behind me and made out that someone had entered the room. Although I couldn't see, I heard movements on either side of the room in the darkness, suggesting that more than one person had come in. The door clicked shut behind me and Sammi came and stood behind me and slightly to the side. She put her hands on my shoulders.

"You remember Jo don't you Sammi?" She said as the woman who had made me cum in the Falcon moved into that patch of light.

"Oh yes, of course," I replied.

"Hello Amanda," Jo said.

"Hi," I replied.

Jo was tall and slim and dressed all in black. She was wearing a silk blouse with most of the buttons undone down the front meaning that she revealed most of her small breasts as she moved. As in the pub when she had worn a white shirt undone to a similar amount, she didn't even appear to be conscious of the show she was putting on. She was wearing black trousers, which were very tight and may even have been leggings, but I couldn't see properly. They were tucked into knee length, high heeled boots,




Reverse Seduction Take 06



"There is someone else I want you to meet" Sammi continued her fingers pressing into my shoulder 

Another tallish woman with sandy blonde hair that tumbled down onto her shoulders moved into that pool of light. She stood next to Jo and casually slid her arm round her waist, her fingers resting lightly on Jo's hip. They looked to be about the same age, early forties like me.

She was wearing a long, black, sparkly, ankle-length dress. It was quite fitted showing that she had a slim waist, flat tummy and great boobs. It had a slit up one side through which her long, black, self support stocking clad leg poked as she stood staring at me. The dress was sleeveless and had a halter neck so that across her upper chest it tapered from her armpits to the rounded collar. Her shoulders, arms and a goodly part of her back were bare. She looked gorgeous

As they both looked at me and as Sammi's fingers dug into my shoulders I suddenly accepted that I really was bisexual.

"This is Sandra, Amanda, she has just arrived from Spain to be with us," Sammi whispered.

++

I was now totally confused. I didn't know where I was, what type of club we were in, what the room was like other than that pool of light and why Jo and Sandra were there. I had no feel or cogent thoughts as to what might happen or what part I would be required to play. I couldn't work out why Sammi had made me dress the way I was or why both Jo and, especially, Sandra looked so glam. What did feel obvious though, from both the way the two of them looked at me, how they were dressed and from the atmosphere in the dark room was that this was a sexual situation. From my experiences with Sammi and the previous meeting with Jo, I guessed, well knew really, that the sexual situation was likely to involve extreme lesbian practices. 

I felt a shudder run through me as I was thinking that and first Jo and then Sandra came up to me and pecked me on the cheek.

"Hi again, lovely," Jo whispered as she brushed the back of fingers across my startlingly obvious nipples.

"You are very beautiful," Sandra said running her hand up and down my arm.

I was so nervous and confused I couldn't think of anything else to say than "Thank you, so are you."

Sammi let go of my shoulders and walked past me into the pool of light. She walked straight up to Sandra, put her arms round her neck and kissed her firmly right on the mouth. Sandra had full, luscious lips with a delightful and very sex cupid's bow in the middle. Seeing her mouth open and her heavily hooded eyes close as my young, lesbian lover kissed her was an amazingly exciting but also a jealousy invoking situation. Sammi repeated that with Jo.

"Ok, now we all know each other let's get this thing going," Sammi said immediately, as she seemed to wherever she was, taking control. It amazed me that such a young woman could quickly dominate and direct three older women like us.

She went and stood by the chair and looked at me.

"Come here Amanda," she ordered.

I walked over towards her.

"Stand beside the chair."

I did as she ordered standing right in the centre of the pool of light with Jo and Sandra either side of me, half in the shadows. Sammi was in front of me looking right at me.

"I told you that you had to be punished didn't I?" She began rather worryingly.

I didn't know what she was referring to.

Rather thoughtlessly I said. "Er did you? When was that?"

"Don't be fucking rude and don't be so fucking stupid either," she said very coldly.

I really didn't know what she was referring to, but discretion took the better part of valour.

"Sorry," I whimpered feeling the other women's eyes boring into me.

Sammi came closer and stood less than a metre from me.

"You really haven't got any fucking idea what I am talking about have you?" She said her hand reaching up and grabbing my right breast.

"No Sammi, sorry," I whispered.

She squeezed my breast very firmly then found my nipple and pinched it and pulled it so hard that it hurt badly. I gasped and cried out in pain.

"Don't you remember flashing your big tits at that Paul?" She said continuing to pinch my nipple, and now also squeezing my other tit.

"But Sammi you punished me for that."

"What by making you walk home with your tits and cunt on show?"

"Yes."

"You enjoyed that didn't you?"

"Yes." 

"Then it wasn't a punishment was it?"

"Well you said it was."

"But if you enjoyed flashing all your bits as we walked home as much as you enjoyed flashing your tits at him, it can't be can it?"

From the look on her face and knowing that Sammi hated to be shown up in front of an audience again discretion ruled.

"No Sammi, it can't," I croaked.

"And sluts like you enjoy flashing don't they?"

"Yes Sammi."

"And the slut you are liked that cunt Paul looking at your tits didn't you?"

This was becoming more confusing by the moment, but in a way I didn't really understand, more arousing as well. I realised I was becoming turned on by Sammi abusing me in front of the others.

"Yes, yes I did."

"And you liked showing off your tits and pussy on the way home?"

"Yes I did."

"And you want to do it again, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then get hold of the back of that chair."

I placed my hands on the rail along the back.

"Grip it hard."

Sammi moved up to the chair and facing me also held the rail where my hands were but she was the other side of the seat.

"Keep your feet still," she ordered slowly moving backwards, taking the chair with her. That made me stretch, then bend at the waist as she went further and further. She kept moving backwards until I was bent at nearly ninety degrees at my waist, but still holding the back of the chair.

"Now stay like that," she snarled as she slid the zip down on her track suit, she was naked under it. She shrugged the top off. Her muscular, tanned body looked good despite her having almost non-existent tits. It looked as though she may have oiled it or something for it glistened.

I heard movements behind me and went to look round.

"Keep still, don't fucking look," Sammi said sliding her hand inside the waist of her tracky trousers, which as usual, she had rolled down so the top just about covered her pubic line. 

I felt my skirt being pulled up. Slowly, little by little it went up my legs. The hem went on to the darker nylon of the stocking tops, past them and onto my thighs. Still it went up. Slowly, but inexorably it continued its journey, with the unseen hands helping it on its way as the equally unseen eyes peered at me. 

It reached the bottom of my panties, no, what I was wearing were not panties, they were knickers, big, pale pink, see-through net knickers. It was half way up them. The crease of my bum would be clearly on view beneath the pink material. 

Still it was lifted up until at last I felt the hands move away and leave the thin, silky skirt bunched round my waist.

"Mmmmm, very nice," I heard Jo murmur.

"Yes very lovely the Spanish accent added.

Sandra came and stood alongside Sammi. She put her arms round her and they again kissed. Once more I felt excitement and jealousy, particularly seeing how gentle and affectionate Sammi was with her; so different to how she was with me. Sandra cupped Sammi's tiny tit and squeezed her nipple, Sammi thrust her stomach against the older woman. I felt Jo stroking my bum through the panties and watched as she then came round in front of me and also kissed Sammi. That was as equally open mouthed and tongue duelling as the kisses with Sandra had been. It was then the other women's turns.

Whilst seeing Sammi kiss both of them had been exciting, when Jo took the beautiful Spanish woman into her arms and they kissed it took lesbian voyeurism on my part to new heights. I had never imagined watching two women kiss could be so arousing, but as their mouths opened, their tongues plunged into the others mouth and the two beauties ground their gorgeous bodies together, I think my commitment to bisexual lovemaking became complete.

"Enjoying the show?" Sammi asked me.

"Yes Sammi I am."

"Well we're gonna change that and very soon," she muttered as she walked round behind me and stood there. "God I do love your arse Missus W," she said running her hand over it. 

Although aroused, I also began to feel embarrassed. I was in an awkward position. I was holding onto the back of the chair, my arms were stretched out in front of me, my body was bent almost to ninety degrees at the waist and my skirt was bunched round my buttocks. My bum covered by the see through pink knickers and, of course, I was still totally confused as to what was going to happen.

"Ok ladies," Sammi suddenly said. Jo and Sandra, reluctantly it seemed, broke away from each other and looked at her and that meant they were looking at me as well.

"Amanda I told you that you had to be punished didn't I?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Well we are now going to do that. Stay exactly where you are."

"Ok."

"Do you know what your punishment is?"

"No, of course not, how could I?"

"True, but I thought you may have guessed by now."

"I'm sorry, but I haven't."

"Would you like me to tell you?"

"Yes. Yes I would please."

"Well it's like this," she said building the suspense. "I've told you several times how much I love this," she said stroking my bum. "I've also told you that one day I am going to do exceedingly rude things to it, haven't I?"

I caught Sandra's eye as Sammi said that and she gave me an encouraging smile.

"Yes Sammi," I replied.

"And I have also said that you have to be punished for flashing your tits at that cunt Paul, haven't I?"

"Yes," I whispered beginning to dread what was coming.

"So, can't you guess what me, Jo and Sandy are going to do to you?"

I didn't know and I didn't think it worthwhile speculating.

"No Sammi," I replied as her fingers ran along the crease of my bottom.

"Well I'll tell you. We are going to spank your arse until we make you cum.



Reverse Seduction Take 07



Take 7: The Finale

I knew that I was in an exceedingly difficult and very worrying position. I was aware that my relationship with Sammi, my eighteen year old lesbian lover, had been building towards something like this. Ever since my daughter, Sammi's school friend, had gone off to South East Asia and Australia on a gap year of travelling, events between Sammi and me had become more extreme. Almost from the moment she seduced me in my own home and introduced me to lesbian sex she had become more and more dominant and controlling. And as she did that, I became more and more submissive. I had welcomed her control, I had found that I relished her humiliating me and I began to welcome her demeaning and abusing me. 

Before Sammi as much as I had not been involved in any bisexual or lesbian encounters I had also not been involved in any Domme/sub stuff either. Post Sammi, and that was less than six weeks ago I had taken to both like a duck to water.

That was why I was in this private room in the basement of a club in Notting Hill with Sammi and two other women, both of whom were about my age. It was why I was dressed in a thin, white, button up blouse that was too small for me with no bra and a knee-length, silky, quite loose skirt. Sammi had specified quite clearly what I should wear and how I should look. Hence, I was wearing little make up, my hair was, for fuck's sake, in pigtails and I was wearing a suspender belt, short, tanned, seamed stockings and, by special command, big bottomed, see through, pink net knickers, a la Bridget Jones.

It was also why I was in a pool of dim light shining down from a spot light in the ceiling, leaning forward with my waist at almost ninety degrees holding the back of chair. It was why my skirt had been rolled up and it was why Sammi and both Jo, a slim, tall, pretty, blonde haired, self-admitted dyke and Sandra, an equally tall, sandy haired beauty from Spain, had caressed my bum and and kissed each other as I looked on. I guessed that it was Sammi's control that had both of them dressed in black, as indeed she was. Jo was wearing a black silk blouse, which came down to her hips. It was undone most of the way down the front so that most of her small boobs were continuously being exposed. She was wearing tight trousers or leggings tucked into knee length, shiny, black, leather boots. Sandra was dressed in a much more feminine way. A long, ankle length, black sparkly dress with a slit to her waist on her left side and a tight top with a halter neck set off what looked like a splendid pair of breasts and her long, slender legs to perfection. With her soft, wavy hair tumbling down onto her bare shoulders, her full, passionate looking lips, heavy lidded eyes and high, prominent cheekbones she looked wonderful.

Sammi's need to dominate and control everything and to humiliate and abuse me were probably also the reasons why she had removed her track suit top and was just wearing the bottoms with the waist rolled down so that her pubes were almost shown and, as always, her flip flops. Her body was as muscular, lithe and taught as one would expect from a professional athlete; she had just signed a contract to play for Arsenal ladies football team. Her need was why, I knew, but doubted the others did, that when Sammi embraced them she was gentle and loving, tender and caring; characteristics she rarely, if ever, displayed to me.

Yes it was my, now, acceptance of lesbian Domme/ sub activities that had caused all of these things. And it was also the reason why Sammi had just said.

"We are going to spank your arse until we make you cum."

++

"No," I immediately gasped.

"What do you mean no?"

"You musn't, I've never been spanked," I replied realising immediately that firstly, that would be no deterrent to Sammi at all and secondly, it would probably piss her off. "I mean Kevin will see the marks," I added thinking quickly.

"No he won't he's away for ages, they'll be gone when he gets back" she said, referring to the nearly three week business trip he was on to China.

I had no way out, there was nowhere to go. I couldn't think of anything to say, although I had no idea whether what she said about them being gone was true or not. I couldn't summon up the nerve to argue. I was terrified.

Sammi came up behind me and fumbled with my skirt. I couldn't work at first what she was doing, but then realised that she was tucking the hem into the waistband. I didn't know why.

"Stand up," she ordered. "Turn round."

I faced her; Sandra and Jo were either side and slightly behind her. Sammi took the hem of my skirt at the front and tucked that also into the waist band. My 'private' parts being exposed in the horrendous see-through, pink, net knickers made me feel embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do.

"Walk round the edge of the light" she said ushering the others to join her standing right in the centre of the pool.

Walking round and round them several times, their eyes always on me gave me a number of sensations;. Embarrassment, of course, a sense of being ridiculous and feelings of being totally dominated and very humiliated. They combined with the latent exhibitionist tendencies that Sammi had recently unleashed in me to make me also feel excited, aroused and full of a dreaded expectancy.

The others were smiling and giggling as they ogled me. Through the pink lace they were obviously seeing the narrow 'landing strip' of pubic hair that I had sported since being told to by Sammi, my exposed, probably slightly bloated and certainly damp lips, the full, rounded, wobbly cheeks of my bum in the knickers and the crease between them.

"Way to go Amanda," Jo cried."

"Bravo," Sandra added in her soft Spanish accent.

"Shake that ass baby," Sammi growled as they all laughed before she added. "I fuckingwell mean it you slut."

I adopted an exaggerated wiggle with my hips swaying a bit like a catwalk model, or so I imagined. They laughed and whooped and wolf whistled so I guess it was ok. I certainly felt good about their reaction. 

I was, I realised, beginning to enjoy being the centre of attention, having others stare at me and at exhibiting 'my bits' to them. As I circled Sammi and the other two women I postulated as to how that sat with my desire to be, and my increasing liking of being dominated and humiliated. In some ways they seemed contradictory.

"Come here now" Sammi ordered.

I went into middle of the pool of light and stood meekly before her. She was flanked by the hardish faced Jo and the beautiful Sandra with the comforting smile. They all looked at me. Sammi reached up. I thought she was going to grab my tits, but she didn't. She took hold of the lapels of the blouse. Pulling on them she stretched the material so it pulled my tits up and was tight across them. It emphasised my clearly erect nipples.

"You fucking slag," she snarled gripping one of the swollen buds and pinching it making me gasp with pain. "Look at your nipples. They're all swollen up because you're flashing your cunt and arse aren't they?"

"No," I reacted, immediately regretting it for she simply squeezed harder.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," I whimpered seeing from the looks in the other girl's eyes that they were enjoying seeing me being humiliated, well certainly Jo was I wasn't so sure about Sandra.

She let go of my nipple, but continued holding the blouse. "I bet you're all wet as well aren't you?"

"I don't know," I said quietly.

"Well as Jo has already been there and has made you cum, maybe we should let Sandra find out shall we?"

"No, no."

"Why not?"

"Er, I don't know."

"Well that's just fucking stupid isn't it," Sammi said adding. "And really quite insulting to Sandra."

"Oh yes sorry."

"Be a love and give her a check Sandy," Sammi said looking at the beautiful Spaniard.

"My pleasure," she breathed moving closer and looking deep into my eye. She didn't say anything, but by the small smile and the look in her eyes she seemed to be saying sorry. I gave a slight nod. Even as I felt her fingers touch the top of the knickers and start sliding downwards, we held each other's gaze. I found the glint in her eyes, the lovely fullness of her lips with the sexy cupid bow in the middle and the quizzical, slightly amused looking smile on them, both reassuring and very sexy.

As her fingers slid across my pubic patch, found my clit then pushed the material slightly into my lips, I grunted and my body shuddered as a powerful surge of sexual delight rushed through me.

"Nice?" she mouthed adding for Sammi's benefit. "She's wonderfully wet Sammi." I gave a slight smile and nod of gratitude to her.

"You filthy fucking slut," Sammi stormed pushing Sandra out of the way and standing right in front of me. There was an almost manic look in her eyes; she was clearly enormously aroused something that happened more from giving than receiving. "You'll pay for that."

And then in one furious yank she pulled on the lapels of the blouse. They seemed to resist for a moment before giving away with a tearing sound. All the buttons popped one by one as they were ripped through the button holes.

"Oh God," I cried, rather ridiculously grabbing the blouse in an effort to stop myself being uncovered and thinking rather ridiculously 'how the hell will I get home?'. That was, I guessed, a perfectly natural thing to do in most circumstances; women don't like their breasts being exposed without their permission do they? But in this situation it was pointless, for it would only piss off Sammi and, I suddenly realised in any case, I was quite pleased to have, particularly, Sandra and Jo look at my breast. 

I let go of the thin material and the blouse fell apart, with the edges of it catching on my horrendously swollen nipples.

To my anguish Sammi made me walk round the three of them several times. I still had the hem of my skirt tucked into the waistband, I still had my big bottomed, see through knickers on show, I was still showing my pubes and pussy, my sussie belt and stockings and the crease of my bum. But now my tits, which for some reason seemed bigger and fuller than their, 35 D or DD size, were bare, jiggling and wobbling as I walked and on show to the three women.

"Ok that's enough flashing, lets get serious, come here."

She motioned for me to stand right in the centre of the spotlight.

"Bend over, try and touch your ankles. There you are ladies one of my favourite arses Sammi said.

They all went quiet. They were, I imagined staring at my bum. I felt embarrassed and exposed, but also excited and full of expectancy. I knew that I was going to be spanked, but not how, with what or by whom. My heart was pounding as I stood there bent over with my bum exposed. And still nothing happened. I kept wondering what was going on, but didn't dare say or do anything. The waiting was agonising, but somehow seemed to add to what was becoming a thrilling ordeal. I must have stood like that, in a humiliatingly, sexually exciting position for several minutes; it could have been as short as two or as long as ten, I lost track of time so much was going through my mind.

And then, then after what had seemed an age, I felt fingers touch the elastic round the waist of the full knickers. A stockinged leg touched one of my legs and a trouser covered one the other. That must be Jo and Sandra I concluded, but no one spoke.

Slowly, so annoyingly slowly in many ways the two set of fingers started to roll the elastic down the top of my bottom or the bottom of my back. I wanted them taken off, but then the thought of them being off scared me. When they were off they would be able to see everything and also then the spanking would begin. 

God I had never experienced such a combination of conflicting feelings that created such sexual tension in me.

The elastic had reached the top of my crease, the gully that still has the base of the spine at the bottom. But now fingers were also stroking me, caressing me and gently rubbing me. On my back, on the top of my buttocks that had been exposed, on my thighs and on my cheeks still covered by the knickers. 

Everything was happening so slowly. They must have practised it, I thought.

Sammi walked round in front of me. She was still wearing her tracky trousers, but no flip flops I noticed. Her upper body was bare and had been oiled. Her tiny tits and dark nipples seemed to glisten at me and her flat stomach seemed to beckon my tongue to lick down it. I wanted to do that, but then in the extreme state of arousal I was in I would probably have done anything.

Without even looking at me Sammi went and sat on the chair. Once seated, she looked at the other two and smiled, but not at me. Clad in just the rolled down trousers with the top of her body oiled, she looked very sex, thought not that feminine.

The top of the knickers on their slow journey had now reached half way down my crease. The unseen hands that were now continuously touching my bottom continued easing them further down and along that deep, dark crevice. Just as the elastic seemed to have gone past my anal hole they stopped. Fingers slid down both sides of the crease and ran along the bottom flittering across and touching softly the puckered skin round my hole. I am very sensitive there and although I am not keen on penile penetration, Kevin often uses his lips, tongue and mouth on it and a finger slightly in it, sometimes giving me full orgasms purely from stimulating that part of my body.

Sammi looked across.

"Right ladies," she said.

It must have been rehearsed for, simultaneously, they slid their arms under mine and straightened me up. My knickers were still half way down the crease of my bum at the back and along the top of my pubic line at the front. I still had the skirt and other stuff on. They walked me across to Sammi and we stood in front of her. It was as if they were offering me to her; like a sacrificial lamb I thought nearly, but not quite smiling at my dry wit. She smiled, looked at my pussy and said.

"Yes."

With one of them each side of me they slid the panties down so that the elastic was round my thighs, probably six inches beneath my pussy. As they did that so, momentarily, the gusset stuck to my lips and as it came away I had a lovely feeling of release. 'My cunt is bare for them,' I irrationally thought.

She nodded to her right and they pulled me round there so I stood facing the side of her legs. I was now so nervous that I was pleased that I had Jo and Sandra supporting me. She looked at each of us in turn then nodded again. I felt that I should struggle for it was as I imagined it would be for someone being led to the block to have their head chopped off. I didn't, though, and instead I let them lay me across Sammi's knees her left one pressing into the bottom of my boobs. Either Sammi's or their, I wasn't sure which pulled the knickers further down so that all of my bum was exposed. I could 'feel' them all looking at me for obviously in such a position my vulva was on show.

And then nothing happened. I couldn't see any of them as they were behind me, Sammi did nothing, no words were spoken and I just lay there ready and waiting. Everything other than the outside of Sammi's left leg, which was pressing into the underside of my left tit was quiet, still and silent. The anticipation on my part was huge, the apprehension massive and the feeling of an impending move into the unknown was daunting.

I couldn't help thinking that it was all rather ceremonial; a ritual with integral parts and actions; somewhat of a planned event, with each of us having a key role. It was pretty clear what Sammi's and mine were, but far less so those of Jo and Sandra.

I had been holding my breath, but had started to breath almost normally again. I had been extremely tense, but had relaxed a little. My heart had been pounding and my pulses racing so much, but they had slowed. I was becoming used to being so humiliated, to having my blouse ripped open and my tits bared. I was being accustomed to having those big, pink knickers rolled down round my thighs and having my arse and vulva on view. And I had settled down lying across Sammi's lap. But then suddenly, dramatically and stingingly clearly it all changed.

I think it was the sound as much as the pain which made me hold my breath, tense up and made my heart beat and pulse race again. 

Then suddenly, from out of nowhere I felt the sting of Sammi's hand on my right cheek at the same time as I heard the loud smack. It wasn't that hard, but it seemed to be so loud. It was as though it echoed round the room. It didn't hurt that much, just a slight sting.

No one said a word, there was no sound and after that erotic noise of a hand spanking a bum there was silence.

I expected another smack quickly, but none came. Sammi was teasing me, building the suspense and making me wait for my punishment, or was it my pleasure?

Then just as I had slightly relaxed and the flesh of my buttocks had lost their tension and had gone nicely, wobbly soft, smack, her hand crashed down again. This time it was harder, it was on the other cheek and it hurt more. I bit my lip.

Again the delay, the wait, the suspense and the building of the tension.

This time she hit me just beneath my right cheek, more on my upper thigh. It hurt and I gasped with pain.

I saw both Jo and Sandra moving round in front of Sammi so they were facing me.

Sammi smacked me again, this time just below my left cheek. It hurt and I cried out.

I could see a sort of pattern emerging, or thought I did.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

Shit the four in quick succession hurt more, much more. She was though spreading them out all over my buttocks and upper legs. This was not a random beating, it was clearly a planned and much practised ritualised spanking.

Jo joined in and smacked my a few times and then Sandra, but she hit me more softly than the others.

My legs and bum were now boiling hot and stinging. I was hurting everywhere. I started to sob. I felt the tears run down my cheeks and drop to the floor.

I tried moving to relieve the pain. I raised my knees, then dropped them again, I opened my legs then closed them. It was no good. There was no escape from smack that were now coming all the time from each of them, the pain, the stinging and the abject humiliation.

My sobbing increased, I was gasping and moaning out loud and crying hard. I was in such awful pain that I didn't think I could take much more, I thought I might faint. I tried rolling from Sammi's lap, but the strong arms of Jo and Sandra kept me there.

Then the most amazing thing happened. Possibly, no certainly, the most incredible change of sensations took place I had experienced happened.. 

The stinging changed to a burning, though not unpleasant warmth. The pain became a deep rooted sensation bordering on pleasure. The anguish changed to enjoyment. My fear turned into desire and, I wanted more. I fell in love with the hands that were doing this to me.

But those hands were cleverer than me. They were experts, they had seen it all before. They knew exactly what they were doing, but then as spankers it was their job to lead the spankee.

The smacking stopped. Instead fingers gently fondled my bum. Someone's, Sammi's I thought, slid between my legs and stroked my bloated lips. Another ran along the crease of my ass finding and pressing on my anal hole. Other hands reached beneath me and cupped my breasts which seemed to have filled up and grown to an enormous size creating a massive pressure on my nipples. The fingers pinching them helped, a little to relieve that. 

Then I saw Sandra's legs poking from her long skirt as she walked round in front of me. She knelt down, I raised my head, our eyes met and we gazed at each other. With that wonderfully, quizzical and so sexy smile on her face I watched as her hands went behind her neck. As they did, she arched her back a little pushing her breasts inside the sparkly, black dress towards me. I saw that they were fuller than I had originally thought, but then breasts without a bra often do, unless in something very tight!




Reverse Seduction Take 07



I watched mesmerised as her deep red, beautifully manicured fingernails fumbled with the fastener on the back of the halter neck. She undid it and I saw the top loosen. Slowly, as our eyes remained locked and her lips held that gorgeous smile, she pulled the material down. She revealed her collar bones and the little indentations above them, the flatness of her upper chest, the creases between her arms and her boobs, the start of the swell of her breasts and then magically, wonderfully and so amazingly sexily each of her gorgeous breasts. They were so beautifully full and round with massive areolae and hugely erect nipples that were the size of half acorns. She dropped the collar of the dress and cupped her breasts. Then, with what must be the most erotic gesture I had ever seen, she leaned forward slightly, lifted her breasts a little and offered them to me.

As my mouth closed round her nipple it all became too much for me; the combination of the array of sensations simply overwhelmed me.

The amazing feelings from my stinging bum, the hands on my breasts and nipples, the fingers on my clit, lips and my anal hole and the nipple in my mouth created my tipping point.

They had done what Sammi had said they would do. They had spanked me until they made me cum.



Reverse Seduction



"No, Missus W..........?" And after a brief pause she added. "Are you sure you don't mean yes?" Just as she brushed my upper lip with her tongue.

It felt as if my chest was about to explode. I was so alarmed, shocked, excited, worried, aroused and confused. I wanted to get away, but I didn't seem to be able to move. I felt stuck right there. Right there with Sammi's hand inside my robe on my bare hip, with her naked body pressed against mine, with her small, pert tits pressing into my breasts, with her hand on the back my neck, with her glinting eyes locked on mine and with her tongue on my lip. Yes I stayed right where I was, right where she wanted me to be and right where she could then cover my lips with hers and kiss me. And just before she did that she whispered.

"You do mean yes don't you Amanda? I desire you so utterly."

That did it. Desire me so utterly, what a phrase, what a gotcha, and boy did that get me. She had won hands down, it seemed a total victory, I was putty in her hands.

She kissed beautifully; soft, slow and gently. I couldn't believe that after just a few seconds of her full lips on mine that I began to respond. My lips squirmed against hers and then as I felt her tongue on them they opened. Was I drugged, was I hypnotised, I wondered? 

But then reality kicked in. I pulled my mouth from hers, I pushed her away and turned and walked into the kitchen pulling the robe round me as I did.

"Sammi, this has to stop," I said as I leaned forward my hands on the kitchen table supporting me, my back to the short corridor, my head bowed, part in shame, part embarrassment and part to avoid looking at my daughter's friend.

I felt more than heard her presence behind me, quite close. Obviously being bare footed she made little or no sound as she walked. My body was tingling all over. My breasts felt as though they were on fire and as if there was a hot wire from my nipples to my clit.

"Sorry Mrs W, did I get things wrong?"

Oh fuck what a question I thought and one needing an answer. I had to confront the issue. The events in the short hallway had created an impasse between us and that had to be addressed. I couldn't think what to say and I was frightened to turn round and look at her. Her nudity had intimidated me yet, at the same time it had aroused me and that worried me big time.

Whilst it seemed as though time had stood still in that short corridor with me pressed up against the wall with the naked young woman squashed against me, it had actually been only a matter of minutes. Just a few minutes since she had undressed before me and I had stared at her nudity. What had made come on so strongly, for now I had no doubt of her intentions? I must have given a sign. Some form of indicator that a bi woman would notice. I had no idea what I could have done, but realised it must have been informative to Sammi. Or on the other hand had she just tried it on and something lying dormant in me had surfaced. Shit so many issues and so few answers.

"Well did I?" I heard Sammi whisper as I felt her hand on my shoulder. 

I froze as yet another torrent of sensations roared through me.

God, I couldn't believe the assurance and confidence of this young woman. Where did it come from? Was it me in some way giving her that, by being so pliant? I had no idea, but as I felt her fingers pressing into my shoulder the earlier arousal returned. I could feel my body exploding with feelings and, in almost reverse correlation, my resistance was fading. 

"Amanda," she said quietly as she rubbed her fingers in little circles on my shoulder gradually moving towards my neck.

"Yes," I managed still leaning forward with my hands on the table my back towards her.

"Are you ok?" She went on as I again felt her soft fingertips on my skin, this time on my neck.

"Yes," I gasped amazing myself with the level of feeling I gained from such a simple touch in such an 'innocent' place.

"Are you?" she asked as she slid her hand along my shoulder, this time under the silk of the robe.

"Oh Sammi, yes, yes I am," I groaned as once more I felt her body pressing on mine, this time from behind. 

She was about the same height as me, so where I was bent forward with my bottom sticking out a little, I thought it was her tummy that was pressing on me, but no it was a far more sexually provocative part of her body I realised. As I felt the roughness on my bottom where the gown had risen up, my mind was suddenly filled with an image of the thick thatch of dark pubic hairs I had seen when she had stood naked before me. It was that which was rubbing against me. That image was quickly joined by a vision of her flat boobs and small, dark nipples. That made me shudder, partly with sheer excitement, but also partly with worry and, I suppose, a degree of shame. Each was struggling for supremacy in my mind. As I felt the pressure on my back and bottom increasing and as her other hand also found my bare shoulder inside the top of the robe I began to realise which was assuming the dominant role.

But still I didn't move. I remained leaning on the table, my arms straight down supporting me, my head bowed, my body slightly bent at the waist and my bottom sticking out.

Her hands were stroking my shoulders and, at the same time slowly slipping further inside the top of my robe. That caused a sort of domino effect on the robe and on any resistance I may, somehow, have retained. It caused the collar to slide down my back a little, the lapels to gape, the hem to ride up and the arms to slip down.

"Is this ok Amanda?" She whispered.

God why didn't I have the strength and resistance to say 'No it fuckingwell isn't ok, leave me alone." 

Again I had no answer to that and so I simply mewed "Yes." What a fucking wimp.

She had now stopped the pretence of stroking my shoulders, although she was still doing that. She was now quite overtly undressing me and rubbing herself against my back. Undressing her best friend's mum, undressing her in her kitchen, in broad daylight in the middle of the morning. In addition to the fact that I was letting a young woman seduce me and that I was about to indulge in lesbian sex, those facts got to me and made the situation so sordid yet, at the same time, so fucking horny that a little grunt escaped from my mouth.

She must have taken that for a sign of surrender on my part and probably, she was correct. She pulled more firmly on the collar of my robe easing the sides of it over both shoulders and down my arms almost to my elbows. At the same time, I felt her mound squirming and gyrating on my bum. That was now bare as was my back down to my shoulder blades, the front of the robe was gaping very low, and my boobs were hanging down uncovered.

And then I felt her arms snake round me and both of her hands cupped my breasts at the same time. The sensation was amazing. It was hugely powerful and it made my entire body convulse with want and desire. She squeezed my breasts and at the same time pinched my nipples with exactly the right amount of pressure. I was gone, I'd had it, I was now clearly and obviously totally and with no reservations whatsoever hers to do with as she wished. 

She pulled me upright her hands still cupping my tits. She kissed my neck and head and stroked, squeezed and rolled my breasts together.

Almost as a confirmation of her complete and utter victory over my resistance and as an example of my total capitulation to her she whispered.

"Undo the tie Amanda."

It was the seminal moment I think. I didn't have to do it. I could have played 'hard to get.' I could have made her do all the work and not join in; do nothing other than, as it were, lay back and think of England. I'm not like that though. I am by nature an enthusiast, a team player a participator. So I found my shaking fingers fumbling at the silk tie, pulling on it and letting the robe fall open so I was naked at the front.

Sammi was now turning the screws, she was having her pound of flesh and making me illustrate my acquiescence. 

"Take it off Missus W, be naked like me," she whispered into my ear as alarmingly, but wonderfully she turned me round to face her. "Oh God Amanda," she sighed as she stared at my nakedness for the second time. "Oh my fucking God, you are gorgeous," she so encouragingly moaned as the robe slid from my body and slithered to the floor.

Was being naked with her a major turn on? Did it arouse me even more? Was it something of a milestone in my life? Or was it just another sexual interlude? Again, many questions, but so few answers. But for Christ's sake, 'Is the Pope catholic?' Of course it fuckingwell aroused me, I was boiling with desire and shivering with want. But then I had not had time to ponder that. The circumstances were not appropriate and, in any case, too much thinking was not advisable. I didn't' really want to engage my mind too closely with what was happening to me. I knew that if I did then thoughts of my daughter would enter my mind, for my seductress was one of her closest friends. And that would bring with it other considerations. Would Sammi tell Sara 'I have fucked your mum,' would she hold 'our secret' over me and did it mean that Sammi and Sara were lovers? My daughter being a lesbian or bisexual was a sobering thought, but then what can I say or think about that when right at that moment one of her best friends was about to kiss me as she pressed herself against me. 

It was an amazing moment. Something I had never thought about, or had even considered might happen. But then why would I? Why would a respectably married woman who was comfortable in her 'straight' world, ever think that her naked body would be crushed against the nudity of a girl young enough to be her daughter? Why would I have thought about my full, soft breasts engulfing the small, pertness of an eighteen year old's? Why would I have even considered what it would be like to be in another woman's arms our naked bodies touching from lips to toes? Why would I have given consideration to my pubic area, trimmed and neat in what I had learned was a landing strip style, being rubbed by a rougher, thicker thatch of hair than my own? And, most of all, why would I have ever thought of the lips of a young woman squirming against mine as my mouth opened to enable her tongue to slide inside? Yes, why on earth would I have ever thought that I would be making lesbian love to another woman? But that was exactly what I was about to do. And that was exactly what I did.

We kissed. Yes we. It wasn't just her kissing me, I was kissing back. My mouth was nearly as active as Sammi's, my lips squirmed almost as much as hers and my mouth was as open as the young woman's. Then, as her kissing enthusiasm increased and her tongue joined in the action, so mine responded. God I was giving in so much that I was becoming as involved as she was. Her tongue pressed against mine, mine pressed back. Her tongue licked round my teeth, gums and lips, mine responded. She pushed her's deep into my mouth, I did the same. It was just like kissing a man, but then I hadn't kissed any other than Kevin, for ages, that is if you exclude the odd grope at a party or do at the golf club. Yes it was just like that, but so amazingly different. Can that be the case, just the same, but so different. Yes it can. The technique, the actions were the same, but the sensations were different. The softness, the smoothness, the gentleness and the taste and smell were distinctly female and that made for the difference. But of course the other such significant difference was that my naked body was pressed against the nudity of a young, fit, trim, pert woman. And fuck was that something else!

"Oh Missus W, Missus W," she breathed into my ear. "You are amazing, you're wonderful, are you ok?" She gasped between feeding herself on my mouth.

"Sammi, this is so, so wrong," I grunted back just before our mouths closed again.

"Don't be silly, it's beautiful, it's wonderful, how can it be wrong?" She asked, throwing me completely. I had no answer. We kissed again and we ground our bodies together. How can a young woman's body feel so amazing I thought as our pubic mounds met and my tits engulfed hers? And the answer to her question just had to be, 'Something as beautiful as this can't be wrong.' I couldn't, though, verbalise that.

"I want to make total love to you Amanda," she whispered.

Fuck what's total love, I thought to myself.

"I want to adore you, love you and celebrate you, I want all of you," she went on. I had no answer.

"Tell me I can Amanda, tell me you want that?"

"Want what?" I gasped my mouth slobbering on hers.

"What I said," she sighed, cupping my breast again and pressing her thumb on my nipple.

I couldn't recall what she had said. My normal though processes had gone, I was lost.

"What, what was it? I asked.

"I want you," she told me.

"Oh God."

"Say yes Amanda, say you want me, say I can have you," she went on caressing my breasts and kissing my throat and chin.

"Yes, oh yes. What do you want?"

Her answer was to the point, basic and probably the most erotic phrase that had ever been said to me.

"I want to fuck you Missus W."

"Oh God."

"Yes I want to fuck you in your bed, take me to your bedroom Amanda, will you do that?"

It had come to this. I had sunk to walking up the stairs with this young girl, our arms round each other as we kissed. I had deteriorated to taking this naked young woman, my daughter's friend to my bed. I had agreed that she could fuck me.

She laid me on the bed, on my back in the middle. She lay beside me. She put her arm across me and pulled me onto my side facing her.

"You have incredible breasts," she whispered squashing hers against mine, it felt lovely.

She kissed me again. She ran her hand down my back, she stroked my bum. Her fingertips were so soft and gentle. She slid them onto the back of my legs and between my thighs. She brought them up again across my hip, down my groin and onto the softness of my tummy. She pushed me back onto my back. All the time she was kissing me, mainly my mouth, but now more frequently and more amazingly my neck, chest and breasts. She hadn't yet sucked my nipples, but I knew that would happen and they were aching to feel her mouth, lips and teeth.

Her fingers brushed across my stomach, they slid down into the vee, onto the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hairs and then, and then, and then, wonderfully, marvellously and so fucking sexily right onto my lips. She immediately found my clit and pressed it; no fiddling around searching as men seem to do. My body shuddered enormously. I had never felt such a surge of sexual sensations. I couldn't stop flinging my head to one side, shutting my eyes, tightly opening my mouth and letting out a series of deep, long, almost animalistic grunts. I arched my back, my bum came off the bed. I slid one arm round her and pulled her face, which already was headed towards me, onto my breast. I wanted my flesh to be in her mouth, I wanted her to kiss and suck me, yes I wanted Sammi to suck my nipples. She did that, but she also did something else. Something so simple, something that had happened to me so often, something that had first happened to me in my teens, something that every woman adores. She shoved her fingers up my cunt and began to hand fuck me. 

It was totally glorious. I was now cumming continuously. All resistance had gone, all inhibitions and worries about what I was doing and all concerns about being bi or lesbian had vanished. There was nothing at that moment more important or satisfying to me than being fucked by this young woman. Yes lying there naked on my bed with her mouth clamped to my breast and her fingers up my cunt I gave vent completely to my curiosity and willingly joined the Sapphic world.