1 comments/ 31333 views/ 2 favorites A New Mistress By: sweet__princess Angela sat there, staring across the table, smiling sweetly . "That was one of the most fantastic dinners I have ever had, Miranda." "Anything for my sweet mistress," Miranda replied, rising to gather the dishes. Angela puts her hand on Miranda's arm, "Why don't we leave the dishes for later, sweetie." Miranda's eyes grew wider as Angela gave her a slightly mischievous smile. Angela rose, and taking Miranda by her slightly trembling hand, led her to the bedroom. "Excuse me for a moment," said Angela as she walked toward the bathroom. Miranda looked around the room, slightly awestruck by all that had happened. Here she was 500 miles from home, with this beautiful, seemingly too perfect woman whom she'd met online. They'd talked for months, instantly hit it off, and became great friends. Miranda knew by Angela's tone, and the way she spoke of mutual respect and admiration, that she was different than other mistresses, at least any she had previously imagined. The bathroom door opened, Angela stood there in the doorway, she could've stopped a freight train with that look. She wore a sexy, black, lace and silk bustier, with garters, stockings, and heels, her hair cascading over her shoulders and those beautiful eyes looking straight at Miranda. Miranda sat there, dumbfounded at her beauty, unable to move as Angela approached. "God, you are more beautiful than I even imagined," Miranda finally was able to say. "Yes, and so are you my little toy," she replied, reaching out and lightly touching Miranda's hair. Stepping closer, she asked "Would you do something for me, Miranda?" "Oh, anything for you, my beautiful mistress!" "Would you undress for me?" Without saying another word, Miranda rose, moved to the center of the room. She ran her fingers through her hair, closed her eyes for a moment, and slowly swayed to the jazz music softly playing. Angela sat on the nearest chair, crossing her sexy legs and never taking her eyes off Miranda. Miranda slowly danced across the room, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her sexy, white lace bra, just barely containing her breasts. She moved toward Angela, walking her sexiest, her blouse pulled down from her shoulders, smiling straight into the eyes of her mistress. In front of her mistress, she turned, let her blouse slide off into mistress's lap, and took a few steps away. She grasped her skirt, slightly, letting it slide just a little over her hips, slowly moving her behind to the music. As she slowly turned to face Angela, she slid her hands down her body and unzipped the skirt, which dropped to the floor. There she stood before her mistress, in her white bra, panties, nude stockings, and heels, softly swaying to the music, and running her hands over her body. Miranda slowly unhooked her bra, let it slide from her shoulders, arched her back a bit and slowly danced in a circle. Stepping closer, Miranda held her breasts together, offering them to her mistress, who leaned forward to plant a kiss on each one, then promptly sat back, watching Miranda. Miranda stepped out of her heels, and planted a foot on the chair in which her mistress sat. She ran her hand down her leg, bringing her stocking with it, which she then dragged across the body of her mistress and let it fall. Switching legs, she repeated, but this time Angela couldn't resist leaning forward and planting a kiss on her thigh. Miranda closed her eyes as electricty seemingly shot through her. Miranda danced softly across the room once more, her white panties visibly wet. She moved to within 3 feet of her mistress, turned her back to her, and slowly, sexily, slid her panties down, feeling Angela's gaze as she bent over to slide them down. Slowly turning around, she saw Angela looking her up and down, smiling. "Such a sexy little toy, my sweet Miranda," Angela said as she rose to her. Miranda stood there, slightly blushing. "So sexy," as she leaned forward to kiss her. Miranda parted her lips as her mistress slid her tongue inside. She had kissed quite a number of women before, but something about Angela left them all in the dust. Angela's lips seemed softer, her tongue smoother, her scent, more intoxicating. In all, Miranda could barely hold herself together, and she already felt that tingling in her legs, which she had felt all night, building. She wondered if Angela felt the same. They kissed for five minutes or more, their tongues exploring each others mouths, their hands roaming each others bodies. The silk and lace of Angela's lingerie, along with her soft, warm skin, nearly drove Miranda to orgasm right then, but Angela pulled back, smiling her warm smile into Miranda's eyes. Miranda leaned in and kissed her neck, gently breathing into her ear. Angela took Miranda by the hand and led her to the bed. Miranda genttly pushed Angela back onto the bed and kissed the tops of her breasts. She gently slid one of Angela's breast out and proceeded to lick all around Angela's nipple, gently breathing on the nipple itself. Angela let out a soft moan, and Miranda felt her body shudder slightly. Slowly, Miranda took her nipple into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it. She slowly slid her hand down, down to the warm wetness between Angela's thighs. Slowly, she slid her finger through Angela's wet slit, biting her nipple slightly as she did. Rising from her breasts, Miranda put her wet finger into her mouth, tasting the treat she would soon be getting. God, it tasted so good. Miranda could feel herself dripping with anticipation as well. She slip down to the floor, ran her hands up Angela's stockinged legs, and kissed her thigh at the top of her stockings. She paused for a moment to look up at Angela, who was sunk back deep into the chair. Without even opening her eyes Angela cried "Don't stop." Then opening them, she added "Please", flashing that sweet smile Miranda could never say no to. Miranda once more planted a kiss at the top of her stocking. Then a series of wet kisses and licks across her thigh. As she moved close to Angela's pussy, she breathed hotly onto it, taking great care not to actually touch it. She kissed up her thigh, across the top of her pelvis, and down the other side. Kissing the other stocking top, she paused again looking up for just a second. "Please.....Please," was all she could muster. Miranda slowly worked her way back up her thigh, again breathing on her trembling mound as she did so. The sweet scent was intoxicating to Miranda, and she could not wait any longer either. She, very lightly drew her tongue across Angela's slit, from her ass to her clit, feeling the shocks shoot through Angela, and reverberate through both their bodies as she did. She repeated this a few times, then gently pushed her tongue against Angela's dripping hole. Reaching in to part Angela's lips as she did, she slid her tongue inside as deeply as she could, she began swirling her tongue inside Angela, getting as much sweet nectar on her tongue as she could. Miranda couldn't help but think that this was by far the sweetest woman she had every met, definitely the sweetest she'd ever tasted. She stole a quick look up and Angela, so sexy lying there with her eyes closed, barely taking her tongue away for more than a second. Angela spread wide as Miranda went back with renewed vigour. Softly taking Angela's clit in her mouth, Miranda rolled it across her tongue, as she pushed a finger gently against her ass. Angela raised her head for a moment to see Miranda down on her, her ass sticking up in the air. She knew it wouldn't be long. Miranda began sliding her finger in and out of Angela's ass, as she slid her tongue across her lips again. She could feel her finger sliding against her tongue. She could also feel the tension building inside Angela, as well as herself. Angela let out a loud cry, that was the cue. Miranda moved to Angela's clit, rolling it across her tongue, sliding fingers now into both holes. Angela's body began to shake, Miranda thought she was in heaven, she barely even noticed ( or cared) when she felt something pushing against her dripping pussy. But as a wave of orgasm began to overtake her, Miranda sensed someone else in the room, instantly she knew who it was, as he slid deep inside her. Angela was now pushing against Miranda's fingers, as Miranda slowly managed to get her tongue back to work. Angela raised her head to take in the scene she had been dreaming of. Her newly acquired girl? student? slave? slut?, going down on her. Her sweet ass sticking up in the air, getting fucked by her dear teacher. Almost as quickly as she took the scene in, she felt Miranda's tongue and waves swept across both their bodies. Miranda could no longer continue licking as she was getting pounded. She laid her head on the bed between Angela's legs moaning, as teacher slid in and out of her. Angela slowly rose. Miranda looked up. Angela put a finger to her lips, "Enjoy teacher's lesson," was all she said. Miranda closed her eyes as she felt him pound even deeper. Angela walked over to teacher, put her arms around him, whispered in his ear. In a moment, his pace slowed, and he pulled out of Miranda, but only for a second. Before Miranda had time to realize what was happening, she felt him pushing against her ass. "OOhhhh god," was all she could muster as his big cock slid into her tight ass. "Go easy," she heard Angela say, but he didn't need to be told. He held still a moment, slowly sliding deeper. Then pulled back, slid just a little deeper, then so on, driving Miranda wild. Miranda rose to all fours and tossed her head back, moaning. Angela moved to her head, leaned in and kissed her deeply. Teacher quickened his pace. "Do you like this Miranda?" Angela questioned. "Unnhuh," was all Miranda could muster. Angela reached back and smacked Miranda's ass. "It's yes or no, my little pet. Now, do you like getting fucked in the ass like a little slut?" "YES," Miranda nearly screamed. Smack, again. "Am I your mistress?" Angela demanded. "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yyes, Mistress." "That's a good little whore," Angela smiled and kissed both cheeks of her ass. Angela reached down between Miranda's legs, and gently flicked her clit. Miranda nearly passed out. "Fuck her harder," Angela said. Teacher began pounding her ass even harder, Miranda could feel his balls slapping against her pussy. Angela slid a finger inside Miranda, that was all it took. She exploded into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Angela slid a second finger inside, just as teacher shot hot cum in Miranda's ass. Miranda laid there, unable to move, for several minutes after teacher pulled out. Angela leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "Miranda, I'd like you to meet my teacher." Miranda mumbled some sort of acknowledgment. "I'm going to see him out, I'll be right back." When Angela returned, Miranda was out cold on her bed. She thought about waking her, then thought, "No, I'll let her sleep, she will need her strength tomorrow." She chuckled, then covered Miranda and climbed into bed next to her. A New Mistress for Lexi My friend Brittany invited me out to one of those crappy "Dinner and a Movie" theaters. I didn't think twice about the invitation... why would I? I'd known her since high school and I didn't have any plans. From what I had seen of her since we had gotten back in touch she seemed like the ideal housewife, the ideal neighbor, and the ideal friend. I knew that she got up every morning and fixed her husband's breakfast and packed him a lunch. I knew that she dutifully cleaned the house while he was away. She periodically posted photos to her social networking sites from paid shoots she modeled, but they were always very classy and tasteful. I suspected nothing out of the ordinary. She arrived at the theater wearing short a sunflower print dress and a large floppy hat. Her stance radiated confidence. At 23 she was thin and shapely. Her breasts pushed suggestively from the plunge in the dress with no tan lines to be seen. I admired the way her brown hair had lightened with the sun to an almost golden. Any woman would be quick to envy her, and any photographer would long to snatch her up. "Lexi!" she squealed excitedly at me, her dark eyes sparkling. "Britt!" I said, accepting her unexpected hug. She pulled back, leaving her arms on my shoulders and quickly looked me up and down. "I love this dress!" she remarked. Her long slender fingers held up the two tickets she had already purchased and she turned to walk inside without another word. Only a couple other folks were there, but we were early. The seats were made like regular theater chairs and were grouped off around the building in fours. Each cluster had a slender table in front of it draped with a gaudy red table cloth. At the front of the theater, of course, was the gigantic screen. She selected a table toward the front and against the left wall. So far there was no one around. I scooted to the innermost seat. She followed, placing her purse in the next seat out. "So how have you been?" she asked. "Fine, and you?" I returned. I always hated the awkward catch up conversation with past high school friends. What was there to really say? "Fine. Are you still in school?" She asked me after a pause. "No, I just graduated last month. I'm starting at an insurance firm as soon as I complete my training," I replied. "Are you in school?" "No," she laughed, "I skipped college for the modeling thing." "I've seen," I quickly interjected, "your photos are beautiful." "Thanks," she beamed, "but it's all small time stuff. I'm mostly just a housewife now. I notice there's no ring on your finger - any man in the picture?" "No," The question normally irritated me. I was only 22, there was no law that said I needed to be married. In this instance, I was suddenly embarrassed. For some reason I desperately wanted to impress her. She crossed her legs and the short sundress showed off perfectly tanned thighs. Did she see me looking? Crap! What if she thought I was a lesbian! Or worse, what if she though I was coming on to her and she left! "I'm surprised," she answered. If she had seen me looking she didn't remark. although I thought I saw a knowing gleam in her eye. "A pretty girl like you should have a man catering to her every whim." A waiter in a red and white suit walked up and smiled. His face was covered in acne, he couldn't have been more than 16. He immediately blushed at the sight of us. "Uh, Can I take your, uh, drink orders?" he asked. "Coke," Brittany said. "Dr. Pepper for me," I answered. The boy paused a moment too long before he got the message and walked away. We both snickered at his obvious infatuation. Five or six more groups entered the theater as we chatted about various happenings and old friends. None were particularly close to us. Most people stayed near the back. There was a group of two or three boys at the next table behind us, but it was spaced out fairly well. Everyone had a pretty private movie experience. As the previews came on, the same kid came back with the drinks and offered to take our dinner orders. He and the other waiters then disappeared and the theater darkened. Suddenly, I realized that I had never even asked what movie we were seeing. The chatting dimmed in the theater as the opening credits started. Brittany had been leaning on the arm rest between us, and in one sudden yet elegantly smooth move her fingers were resting on my inner thigh. I jumped at the sudden touch, and looked at her with wide eyes. What the heck is going on? Her fingers slowly traced upward, easily under the hem of my dress and straight to the crotch of my panties. Her posture hadn't changed and I knew that no one around us could tell what was going on. What was she doing? I had never had ANY type of contact with a girl before - I had never even more-than-hugged a girl. I had never wanted to. But still, for some reason I didn't stop her. She inserted one finger into the crotch of my panties and pulled downward. Leaning toward me, she whispered, "You don't want to cause a scene. No one is suspicious right now. Get these off and give them to me." She withdrew her finger, and seemed to go back to watching the movie. I admit, I was curious about what was going on. Why did she want my panties off? Was she playing some kind of sorority hazing type game with me? I reminded myself that she was a model - maybe they were visible through my dress. Hurredly I pulled them down where they instantly got tangled on one of my heels. She knocked the napkins off of the table at that exact moment and bent to pick them up. She knicked my panties at the same time, stuffed them into her bag, and placed her bag back in the seat farthest away from me. It was almost as though she had planned the entire thing ahead, but surely not... My cheeks began to burn. I wondered if her inviting me was some kind of prank. I hadn't been that popular in high school and she, of course, had been. Just when shame was welling up in my stomach and I was ready to run out of the theater she placed her hand back on my thigh. I instantly calmed. I knew at the time that my reactions to her were off, but I had no idea why. She leaned over again. I leaned eagerly toward her to hear what was next. "Good girl," she said, "now just relax." Her hand traced up my thigh and straight for my crotch again. I tensed, knowing that this time there would be nothing between her fingers and my pussy. "Relax!" she hissed. I unclenched my legs apprehensively, and she traced her fingers ahead without pause. She caressed my pussy lips up and down, then slid a finger between them, but not deeply. She went up and down the crease a few times, just centimeters above my clit. I knew my pussy had started to get wet, and when I felt her delve deeper I clenched again. I knew she would find out how much I was turned on by so little. "You are going to relax those legs, and I am going to make you fucking cum all over this seat whether you want to or not - do you understand?" she whispered harshly. My pussy instantly soaked, and I relaxed. I knew my nipples were pushing at the fabric of my dress too - if she looked over she could easily see what she was doing to me. I'd never had this reaction to anyone - but no one else had acted so "take-charge" with me. It was fucking hot. Her fingers started working around my clit, all over my pussy, and suddenly a finger pushed inside me. I raised my hips to accept it and saw an approving smile touch the corner of her lips. She still pretended to watch the movie, always cool as a cucumber. Meanwhile, I was on fire. She flicked at my clit over and over. I knew the assault was going to cause an orgasm to build, if she didn't slow down it would happen quickly. I would cum all over the seat, just like she said, and there really was nothing I could do about it. So. Fucking. Hot. I suddenly realized how much I liked being ordered around by her. I would do whatever she said. If she wanted me to cum I would just... I felt my pussy tighten up around her... she withdrew her fingers. I looked at her desperately and saw the wicked smile she was giving me in return. "Patience" she whispered. Luckily, she had seen the crater-face kid bringing our dinner and drink refills. Boy would he have gotten the view of his life! He left the plates and he turned around to leave once more. In retrospect, I think I glared hatefully at him the whole time. "Excuse me," Brittany called him back. 'NO! What are you doing?!?' I wanted to ask. "Where is the bathroom, sir?" She smiled innocently. God, anyone would fall for that innocent act - and in real life she is the girl ordering me to cum all in my seat? The kid gave her directions and then the kid left. She ducked from her seat into the floor, and then shimmied underneath the table cloth. What a genius! She had asked for the bathroom just to throw anyone off who noticed her missing. I nervously waited, anticipating what was coming. Yes, there she was! The table cloth in front of me bulged out. Two hands ran up my shins toward the center of my thighs, and then higher. Her fingernails dug into my hips and she pulled me foward. I slid up to the table as though I was preparing to eat. Ever so slowly, Brittany moved foward as well, licking the insides of my thighs, then my pussy lips, then delving into my hole as deeply as she could. She licked dilligently there in and out of my wet cunt. Finally she worked her way to my waitng clit. Her tongue moved in expert strokes over me, sending shivers through my body and goosebumps up my arms. Every now and then her teeth would gently grasp one of my pussy lips, or my clit, and I would try not to moan out loud. "Brittany, fuck" I whispered. Did she know how hard it was to be quiet. "Cum for me," she whispered back, "right here in front of everyone." She increased the pressure on my clit, sealing her lips around it and sucking it into her mouth. I reached down, reached for anything, and felt only her gorgeous hair beneath my fingers. There truly was nothing I could do to stop the beautiful assault on my clit. "ohMMMFfffggod" I uttered, or somethign equally embarrassing. My back arched, and I did just what she asked. I fucking came in her mouth, my insides clenching for what seemed like hours as she lapped the aftermath like an eagerly waiting animal. My breathing returned to normal, and I began to panic. Had anyone noticed my all too obvious orgasm? I looked around and to my relief it didn't look like anyone had seen it. She crawled back into her seat like nothing had happened. Once my pulse slowed my mind started racing. I didn't pay attention to the movie at all, which turned out to be some sci-fi thing. I kept retracing what had just happened. The beautiful girl next to me, the picture of class and sophistication, wasn't so innocent as I had once thought. Next I kept retracing how much I liked following her 'orders.' I had never had an experience like that before, but I had also never cum so hard. Finally, I kept wondering what was next. The movie ended, and the lights clicked back on. "Brittany," I started, but she shook her head. "I want you to come over tomorrow. Around 11:00." "Okay" I said. She left the theater with my panties still in her purse. I got up early the next morning eager for my meeting. To kill time, I baked some bread to take over to Brittany's house. The hour couldn't come soon enough. Ringing her doorbell was agony, too. The anticipation killed me. Would she act normal? Like nothing happened? And finally the door swung open. "Lexi," She beamed, "please come in." I stepped in, handing off the bread to her at the same time. "This looks delicious," she said, "although I bet not as delicious as what I had for dinner last night." My stomach did a little flip. She winked, she headed down the hallway. I followed her to her kitchen where she had set out two mugs of tea, or cocoa, or something steamy. I took a seat but she almost immediately stopped me. "Uh uh," said waggling her index finger back and forth. She sat at the table across from me and pointed to the floor. "You sit right here." Was she kidding? The floor? I hesitated. "Here." She demanded a second time. Her voice was suddenly stern. My mind raced, but my body acted. I pounced to the floor in front of her and waited expectantly. She nodded, pleased. She opened her bathrobe to reveal a perfectly naked body. I stared in awe of the tight-toned-no-tan-lined goddess in front of me. "Time to return the favor." She gently placed her hand on the back of my head and guided me toward her slit. I had, of course, never eaten anyone out before. Her pussy loomed closer as I leaned forward. She was perfectly shaven. It was already glistening. I knew I had about three seconds to make an excuse and run away. What if I didn't like it? Couldn't do it? I could've taken the slow, anticipatory approach that she took when approaching my pussy the night before, giving myself a few more seconds to think it over. But let's face it ... I already knew I was going to eat that pussy until she begged me to stop. I dove in face first. "Good girl," she praised me. Had she expected resistance? I licked hungrily against her, trying to reach as far inside of her pussy as my tongue could possibly go. Again, I felt for some reason that I needed to impress her. I licked her clit with a broad tongue several times. Then I sucked it into my mouth and released it repeatedly while simultaneously licking it. I made out with her clit like it was a lover returned from war. I was on my knees worshipping her cunt. "That's a good little slut," she whispered, "good little slut. Lick that fucking pussy, ughm, yeah," She wasn't quite moaning but I could hear the pleasure in her voice. Just when I thought I was giving her all I had, I stepped up and gave her more. I put more pressure on her clit and raised my fingers to her cunt. I slid two inside her easily and fucked her with my fingers while I fucked her with my face. "Oh yeah you like being a dirty little girl, don't you slut," she moaned. It hadn't been a question but an accusation. I wondered if she knew how much I actually DID like it. Her hips were bucking against my face. I fingered her harder, faster. "You are mine, you dirty little cunt," she breathed. And then a knock at the door. "Brit?" A man's voice and the front door closing behind him. She jumped up, knocking me out of the way. She pointed to the stool with the extra cup of - whatever it was - and tied her robe up quickly. "Baby!" She squealed as she ran to the door. "Come meet my friend Lexi!" I was luckily sitting at the table and had wiped the wetness off my face before he entered. "Hi there Lexi," he said, "I was just coming home to grab some papers from my office." "I made you some bread," She cooed, handing off the bread that I had made her. I flushed, suddenly irritated. I sat silently watching the show. Did her husband think she was the innocent little thing that the rest of the world thought her to be? "Wow! How did you have time to do all that AND clean up everything AND have a friend over? You are amazing babe." He kissed her. I looked down into the cup I was holding. "Well, I won't keep you guys. Thanks for the bread!" He sprinted back to what I assume was his office and then out the door carrying my bread. "He is always working" she said a little sadly. I didn't respond. Suddenly, her mood changed. "Stand up, slut!" she said sternly, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "Ow!" I yelled accidentally. "Don't fucking complain you little bitch," she said, pulling me toward the door her husband had entered. She half pushed half kicked the door open to reveal a cluttered office desk, some bookshelves, and piles of books and boxes everywhere. "Bend over the fucking desk," She demanded, throwing me twoard it. I quickly tried to stack papers up so they would not be beneath me. I didn't want to ruin anything important. "I SAID FUCKING BEND OVER ARE YOU HAVING TROUBLE LISTENING TO YOUR MISTRESS TODAY?" She shouted. Mistress? The word gave me chills. I bent over. She jerked my jeans down, and my panties. "I thought I told you to take these off at the theater? I expect you to be without panties like the slut you are," she growled angrily, pulling at them. "Maybe the third time is the charm." She pulled scissors from the desk and cut my panties on both sides, removing them from the jeans that remained around my ankles. I dared not move from the desk. It was so cold and hard against my eager titties. I tried to tell myself not to think that way - or she would see my pussy getting wet. I heard her leave the room, but she quickly returned. I heard her creeping up behind me, but she said nothing. SMACK! Something across my ass. "That's for not making me cum fast enough." SMACK! "That's for being such a good fucking pussy eater that I was about to cum when my husband walked in." SMACK! "That's for wearing panties." I was sure my ass was red, on fire. It felt like she had a broad paddle of some kind. SMACK! "That's for hesitating when I told you to fucking bend over the desk!" SMACK! "That's because your ass looks so fucking pretty..." she trailed off into a kinder voice, "so fucking pretty when it's cherry red..." She started to carress my stinging ass, knead it in her hands. "Let's see how you like this, my little cunt." I heard a little pop and then felt something ice cold all over my asshole. It was running down toward my cunt, and some of it may have even seeped down into my ass. Her fingers were on my ass next, rubbing the stuff over my hole, dipping her fingers into me gently. My pussy was so jealous. "Tell me you want this." She demanded. "I want you to finger my asshole, please, mistress." "Good girl," she whispered fiercely. I realized she liked this name. "Tell me you want something bigger in your asshole." "Please mistress, fuck my asshole," I pleaded. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say. This seemed to do the trick. I felt something small and hard at my back door, and then felt pressure as whatever it was entered me. I heard a couple of clicks and then I started to feel vibration. The sensation was so cruel to my aching clit. "Mmmhhmm" I moaned. "You like that don't you, slut?" she asked. "Yes mistress," I cried, "My pussy is aching mistress. It's aching to cum." "You don't get to cum!" SMACK! I almost came just then, with the vibrator deep in my asshole. Luckily, I didn't. I knew would've been in so much trouble! "I'm sorry mistress," I said, "I will obey." "You didn't make me cum in your mouth, and even though that was my ignorant husband's fault, I will punish you. I wanted to cum on your pretty face." "I will be so happy to eat you again mistress," I begged, "please let me lick your pussy!" "No," she said, "I think you will watch me cum, and you will not be allowed to touch." She untied the bathrobe once again and sat back in the desk chair. Her legs were spread wide for me. I nodded, sadly. I wanted to cum for her, in front of her, on her, anything. I wanted at least to feel her cumming for me. She pulled a second vibrator from the pocket of her robe. I watched it carress her clit, then touching just the rim of her pussy. She circled her clit a second time. Her other hand gently squeezed her pussy and flicked at her nipples. She was already so stimulated from my mouth that we both knew it wouldn't take long. I was unconsciously rubbing myself against the desk watching her play with that beautiful shaved pussy but I caught myself and stopped. I knew I mustn't cum without permission. I watched intently as she slowly pushed the vibrator deep into her pussy and then pulled it back out. She repeated the process, a bit faster, and then started fucking herself furiously. A New Mistress for Lexi 03 ---- Brittany ---- Brittany went home from the mall feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks. It had been a great idea to call Lexi. As Brittany had always suspected, the girl was bi and submissive. Brittany had not realized, though, that the girl was a complete horndog, and desperate for any attention at all. It was perfect. Brittany, truthfully, wasn't enjoying married life. Her husband was perfect as far as looks - he could easily be cast as the cliche Marine guy running around on TV with no shirt on, or naked for that matter. The man was solid as a rock and she did enjoy, at the beginning, running her nails over all his angles. He kept the bills paid up, the kitchen stocked, her nails done, and her closet filled with the season's latest. He was supportive in everything she did. He paid her gym membership, her yoga classes, her swim club fees, and anything else she asked. He asked little in exchange, in his eyes. In hers, he was asking all too much. She was not allowed to have a steady job, although she had gotten away with doing a few photo shoots as long as they remained tasteful. She could not have male friends, and all of her female friends were scrutinized carefully. Sex was boring. He wanted the same things, over and over, and he only liked things she classified as "horrendously boring." HE would never have allowed her a female in their room, he would not have had sex with her at the mall, in his office, or ever outside the bedroom. The movie theater thing with Lexi could never have happened between Brittany and him. She had grown to hate it. Finally, he'd had the nerve to bring up having a BABY. An actual baby. "Adopt one?" She'd asked in horror. "No, have one," he'd smiled back like it was completely normal. "I'm a model," she said to him. Her voice hung in the air between them, and then disappeared into the recesses of their nice, big house leaving the rest unsaid: "My body is everything." Lexi was entertaining, but now it was time for Brittany to see if she could push things farther. She needed to know if she could use the arrangement to get her out of this ridiculous husband situation but leaving her completely blameless. "Lexi," Brittany purred into the phone as Lexi's voicemail picked up the phone. "I had so much fun today," Brittany ran her manicured nails up the inside of her own thigh, smirking slowly. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow evening. What time are you done studying?" she asked. She knew very well that Lexi would be free whenever Brittany wanted, but she wouldn't allow herself to look arrogant. Hours later, the meeting for the following day was arranged. Brittany waited. She'd studied up various drugs and their dosings. She just needed to figure out how she could use enough to drug her husband without knocking him out. "Baby," he whispered in her ear as he came home from work and scooted up behind her. His arms wrapped around her suggestively. She knew she looked stunning in her newest 'little black dress.' She'd put on his favorite diamond earrings, the anniversary pair that she normally ignored. "Hey there handsome," she answered, kissing him on the mouth. "Does this taste ok?" she asked, handing him a cup of the concoction she had been mixing. "I was planning on serving it when the girls come over," she lied. There was only one girl coming over, and she was certainly not drinking this stuff. He sipped slowly. "MM" he cringed, "That might be a little too strong for the girls, don't you think?" he laughed. Brittany allowed her face to fall into mock dismay. "Oh no! I had been afraid of that ..." "That's okay," he said, "I'll drink this. I've got a few papers to do and then I'll be out to greet your friends like a good little hubby," he winked. "I know you will," She smiled and hid the intonation in her voice, "Thanks babe. At least it won't go to waste. What do you think, double the lemonade or halve the vodka?" "Both!" he said, raising his eyebrows. He took the glass, the pitcher, and disappeared into his office. Phase one complete. The bell rang, not a moment too soon. Lexi had dressed for the occasion as well, just as Brittany had asked. She wore the same little black dress, both purchased on yesterday's mall excursion, and a pair of diamond studs. Brittany hugged her lithe body and beckoned her to come inside. "Drink?" Brittany asked Lexi, offering out the Martinis she had made. "Of course mistress," Lexi bowed her head and accepted. Brittany felt a curling sensation in her gut as Lexi said the word. The evening was going perfectly. She had considered back and forth whether Lexi may need some of the 'medicine' too, but she had decided that it would be best if not - she wanted Lexi to obey her flawlessly. So far, it looked promising. ------- Lexi --- Lexi sipped her drink and looked adoringly at Brittany. She was thankful for the black dress, because it hid the anticipation she knew was forming between her legs. She knew Brittany had something planned for this evening and she was dying to see what it was. Brittany turned on the TV and pushed a rented movie into the DVD slot. "My husband's home right now," she said without further explanation. Lexi nodded, catching the drift. Lexi had already put together that Brittany's husband didn't know her at all. "What's he called again?" Lexi asked, "It would probably look bad if I didn't know his name and he happened to come out." Lexi added. Brittany smiled graciously. "Of course. His name is Eric. I am sure you will get to meet him this evening." Brittany mused. About halfway through the movie, Brittany startled Lexi by yelling "ERIC! Aren't you going to come meet my friends?" "Friends?" Thought Lexi, looking around wildly as though people might have materialized in the room with them. "Of course," came the muffled answer. He materialized moments later from the back room, looking around as Lexi had done. "Where is everyone?" he asked. "They've all gone home NOW of course," Brittany laughed. Lexi, bewildered, said nothing. "But you remember Lexi," Brittany suggested. "OH, oh yes," he said, looking flustered. "I don't know how it got so late. I am so sorry I didn't make an -" "Nevermind," Brittany smoothed. She got up and walked toward him in a slow, sultry, romantic way that made Lexi feel like she shouldn't be watching. A pang of jealousy shot through her body. Would he be having Brittany tonight instead of her having Brittany? "Why don't you show Lexi upstairs," Brittany suggested. Lexi crinkled her brow wondering if she had heard wrong. Eric didn't move. "Eric," Brittany said sweetly, "why don't you pick Lexi up, and take her upstairs for me. TO the guest room." Brittany said. Eric bent, through Lexi over his shoulder in a most embarrassing way, and headed for the stairs. "Perfect," Brittany said. "Don't worry Lexi, I'm right behind you. And what a wonderful view of that pussy I'm getting, too. Can you spread those thighs for me baby?" Lexi struggled to follow instructions but Eric was roughly pounding his way up the stairs, his shoulder pushing into her belly in a most uncomfortable way. "Good girl," Brittany said anyway. "I hope you don't mind if we try something different this evening." Lexi had already gathered that something was different, but she was sure Brittany's husband would never allow a 3 way and yet that's what it looked like was happening. He suddenly turned into the door to their right and headed straight for an elegant four poster bed. He plopped Lexi down onto it, and she struggled to close her legs and push her dress down before he got a good view of things. When she looked up, he was just standing there watching her warmly. "Stand up Lexi," Brittany ordered. She pulled Lexi over to one of the bedposts and quickly tied both lexi's elbows behind her back and to the post. "Oh no," Brittany said to her husband. "It seems that Lexi can't get her zipper down. Why don't you help her?" Obediently, Eric reached around Lexi and unzipped the dress as though he'd done it thousands of times. Lexi knew she didn't have a bra on. If the dress slipped down she'd be bare to him. Was that what her mistress intended? "Brittany?" Lexi asked pleadingly. "This is what I require of you tonight, Lexi." Brittany snapped at her, wondering whether the little slut would act as though she wasn't enjoying herself. Lexi had been trying to hold the dress up with her armpits. "Drop the dress Lexi." Lexi hesitated. "You will pay for your hesitation later." Brittany snapped. Lexi released the dress and it fell to her hips. "Look at those pretty titties Eric," Brittany whispered suggestively. She walked up behind him and caressed his chest adoringly. "Wouldn't you like to touch those?" she asked. He groaned. "Yes Brittany, very much." Brittany's eyes sparkled. She had known he would obey suggestion, but this was almost like having another toy to play with. "Go ahead and touch them, play with them, rub your nose on them, kiss them, lick them, spank them, suck them..." she listed as she kissed his muscular back. He moved closer to Lexi and Brittany moved so she could watch. Lexi's breath was ragged as she watched Eric with wide eyes. His hands moved toward her breasts slowly, tentatively. They were close enough that as she inhaled she felt their heat on her erect nipples. Yes, she wanted him to touch them. "Yes," she moaned quietly. His hands surged forward, grabbing the mounds of tissue and practically kneading them. His breathing deepened also as he stared wide eyed at the big titties in his hands. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs and then, without knowing exactly why he drew one of his hands back and slapped one of her titties leaving a big red hand print. Lexi half-squealed half-moaned as he began to caress her again. He lowered his mouth to the titty he had slapped, and pinched the other one. He licked all around the nipple, touching it everywhere but only causing her need to grow. She wished she could access her hands and just push his face onto her titty. SUddenly, she remembered she was moaning for her mistress' husband! Her eyes flew open, hunting for Brittany. Brittany was pleased with the show the little slut was putting on. "Good girl," Brittany said, "I knew you were a dirty slut," her voice raspy. Meanwhile, Eric was going to town on those titties. HE had pushed them together and was licking both nipples at the same time. Brittany had never seen him give this much foreplay on any occasion. "Eric, do you want to see that pussy?" Brittany asked. "I bet it's all pink and tight and wet..." "I want to see it," he answered, "I am so hard," He breathed before taking a nipple back into his mouth. "Help her out of her dress then," Brittany asked. She winked at Lexi, lust in her eyes. Lexi thought she might cum if Brittany looked at her like that again. Eric tugged at the dress and it fell to the floor easily. Lexi stepped her legs apart without being asked. She waited for the reprieve, but none came. She feared it would come later. Brittany stepped behind Eric again, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Why don't you get on your knees Eric, so that you can see that pussy better?" Eric obeyed quickly, wrapping his big hands around Lexi's hips. Brittany knelt along with him, but behind him, out of sight, and wrapped her hand around his thick member. Yes, he was hard as a rock. "Go ahead Eric, see if it's wet," she prodded. Slowly, she removed Eric's belt, his button, his zipper, and slipped his pants to rest on the floor where he knelt. She slowly pumped the big hard dick between his legs. "mmmmm" He moaned slowly, tracing his fingers over Lexi's pussy lips and then teasingly pushed one finger into her slit. He traced his way back and forth in her slit until even Brittany could hear the wetness in there. He pushed his finger into Lexi and fucked her hard, a tease. He bucked his hips against Brittany's hand and she slowed. She wasn't sure if the medication would make him cum quickly or not and she didn't want that. He seemed to think that Brittany's attention had been stopped due to his own stopping. He pushed two fingers into Lexi this time and looked hungrily at her pussy. "Yes, eat it baby," Brittany whispered in his ear. "It tastes so fucking good," she knew from experience. He plunged his face in, licking inexperiencedly at her clit, her lips, licking up whatever juice he found there. Brittany ran her hands through his hair, pushing him farther into Lexi's clit. "I know you like that, my little Lexi doll," Brittany said, "why don't you show me how much you like it? Tell him how great he's doing and how much you love being eaten, hmm?" Brittany stood up then and moved toward Lexi's hard nipples. "Oh fuck, Eric, yeah I love it when you - yeah that's the spot right there Eric - oh please, please, you're going to make me cum on your face Eric," "Cum Lexi," Brittany whispered onto her nipple, "if you can cum for that bitch's sucky pussy eating do it, cum as much as you can tonight." "UHGHH Bri-" "NOT ME," Brittany growled, suddenly in Lexi's face looking her eye to eye. "ERIC!" Lexi moaned instead, her orgasm building. She couldn't avoid it if she had been ordered to. Brittany placed her hands on Eric's head, feeling as though she controlled the impending orgasm. "Eat that fucking pussy Eric," Brittany whispered hungrily, watching her Lexi throw her head back and cum. "Don't stop," she said cruelly as she knew Lexi's throbbing clit would be sensitive. Lexi shook like a fish out of water until "Stand up Eric," Brittany said. "Now untie her." Eric followed directions perfectly. IF only he was like this all the time. Lexi, newly untied, wondered if she was finished. "I've seen how you are with a pussy, Lexi, but I Want to know how you are with a cock. Lick it." Brittany ordered. "Eric, climb onto the bed." Eric lay down on the guest bed and Lexi knelt between his legs, licking his long member from shaft to tip until she elicited a long moan from Eric's lips. The entire time she made eye contact with Brittany, who had settled in a nearby chair and begun rubbing her own pussy. Brittany smiled evilly at this and fucked herself harder. Lexi put her mouth on the bulbous head and tried to stuff the cock in her mouth, pumping up and down with the rhythm that Brittany fucked her cunt with her own fingers. "Stop, Lexi." Brittany said. "I don't want him to cum yet. Climb on top of him." Lexi slowly crawled up Eric, until her titties dangled over his face. He sucked one greedily into his mouth. "ughhh" Lexi moaned, her pussy trying, of its own accord, to get Eric's cock into her. "Go ahead," Brittany said, "ride it." Lexi needed no more instruction. She sat on that dick and moaned as it plunged its way into her, then rocked forward and backward as Eric sucked her titty. "HMMMM" Eric was moaning beneath her, trying to match her thrusts. "Stop!" Brittany ordered. She had been stuck in bed enough times with Eric to know when he was about to cum. although, of course, he didn't allow her to be on the top. "Flip over, Eric, you like the top don't you? Fuck this bitch until you fill her with your cum." He didn't seem to need prompting. His dick was bigger, and more purple than Brittany had ever seen it. He slid it back into Lexi with ease and fucked her on her back - his favorite way. The motion came naturally to him and he had built both his orgasm and hers in no time. "AH, AH, AH, AH," Lexi had started. Eric growled at her, an erotic sound Brittany had never heard. As for Brittany, she was about to cum too, not that she wanted Eric to know that. "CUM IN THAT BITCH" she whispered, shaking violently as she soaked the chair she was sitting in. Eric tensed his body as he dumped himself into Lexi, a few more short thrusts, and then he collapsed beside her. "Lexi," Brittany said, "rub his dick all over your titties. Get cum everywhere. Do not wash it off. Fuck him again, twice if you can. Be here in the morning when he wakes like this. I'm going to bed." Brittany pulled off the air of being bored and left the room. What a surprise for Eric the next morning, who would remember none of it. A New Mistress for Lexi "You like watching this?" she asked, "you could've been doing it to me, you bitch!" she whispered. I moaned, desperately wanting to taste her again. She gripped the vibrator with both hands and moved it up toward her clit. Her hips bucked, and I could tell she was putting more and more pressure on the vibrator. She moaned a few times. I watched silently, never blinking. I wasn't going to miss a second. Her nipples stood erect in front of me, her face screwed up into a silent scream. Her hips pumped furiously. "Are you watching you little slut?" She screamed. "Oh yes mistress, I want to see you cum," I said. "Uhhah!" She squealed, and an orgasm rocked her body right in front of me. I sadly longed for it to have been on my face. What a long way I had come, in less than 24 hours. What was this girl doing to me? "Now you may go," she said. "Do not take that plug out of your ass until you are home. I want you to feel it vibrating inside you the whole way there. Then I want you to fuck yourself. Are you free tomorrow?" "Yes mistress." I replied. "Good. I will call you then. Perhaps next time we will not be interrupted."