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Alexa Moves In

By: embracelust66



Saturday morning was when she did laundry, and Mary Stevenson should have been folding her husband's clothes. Instead she stood staring down from their bedroom at the goddess sunbathing by the pool. As soon as she had noticed Alexa lying there, she had haphazardly dumped the clean clothes onto the bed and positioned herself by the window, unable to tear her eyes from the girl, who was clad in a brilliant white bikini, the straps of which had been untied so as to leave no tan lines on her perfect smooth skin. Her body glistened in the late morning light, thanks to a healthy coating of suntan lotion, and her long blonde hair splayed out around her head like a halo. Three weeks ago, Mary didn't even know Alexa and now, it was all she could do not to throw herself at the blonde beauty's feet.

Alexandra Jackson had just completed her sophomore year at the nearby state university and had been an exemplary student in one of Prof. Allen Stevenson's advance finance seminars. She had stood out not just because of her drop-dead gorgeous looks, but her keen intellect, dedicated work ethic and quick wit. So when she had told him that she might not be able to attend summer classes because of a housing issue, he had taken it upon himself to solve her problem. That night, he had come home and set about convincing Mary, his wife of twelve years, to lease one of his best students their guest house. 

"Her roommates bailed on her. They were all going to get an apartment together, but then the other two weren't able to take summer classes after all," he told his wife, pleading Alexa's case just a little too hard for Mary's comfort. "She can't afford the three-bedroom apartment and needs someplace immediately."

They had talked about renting out the small guest house ever since Mary's mother, its previous occupant, had moved to Arizona. Mary reluctantly agreed to meet Alexa, but had her doubts. She had hoped for a nice, quiet graduate student, or even a visiting lecturer. And when she saw Alexa, clad in a form-hugging tank top, skin-tight shorts, and sunglasses, come confidently marching up their walk, she gave her husband a slow, definitive shake of her head. No way was she letting a girl who looked like that move into her guest house. Clearly, Allen must be having some sort of mid-life crisis to even suggest such a thing. 

What did he think, that he could bring some coed tramp into her house and fuck her while his wife's back was turned? That was not happening. And then the doorbell rang and Mary, pushing her husband out of the way, pulled open the front door. 

"Hi, you must be Mary," the girl said, confidently stepping forward and extending her hand like a seasoned politician. "I'm Alexa."

Mary smiled and held out her hand, noting Alexa's firm grip and soft skin. And when Alexa took off her sunglasses, Mary couldn't help but be mesmerized a little by the most dazzling, sapphire blue eyes she'd ever seen. They were almost hypnotic and Mary stared into them for several seconds, still clasping Alexa's hand. Then, realizing what she was doing, she blushed, looked down and mumbled "It's nice to meet you."

It wasn't just the eyes, of course. There was her sultry voice, her perfectly proportioned body, and her full, pouty lips. All of these details registered with Mary on an unconscious level. But what quickly overwhelmed her was the girl's personality. Alexa had the confidence that comes from knowing you are both beautiful and intelligent, and recognizing that other people also see you that way. She walked into the house as if she'd been a regular visitor for years, giving Prof. Stevenson a quick wave like they were old and dear friends. 

"Wow," Alexa said, turning around and taking in the Stevenson's front room. "Nice house. I guess being a professor pays more than I thought."

"We do okay," Mary said, smiling at her. "Please come on in."

She led the young coed into the living room, inviting her to sit in one of two matching armchairs while she took the other. "Well, Allen's told me a lot about you. He thinks you're one of the brightest students he's ever worked with," Mary said, smiling warmly at the girl.

"Well, your husband's both a great teacher and a very sweet man. I was so happy when he mentioned you were looking to rent out the guest house. I'm anxious to see it, but I'd really like to get to know you first. I certainly want us all to get along."

And get along they did. Within minutes, Alexa had told Mary about her schooling, her favorite classes, roommates, where she came from and where she wanted to go. Mary in turn told stories of her time in college, shared how she and Allen had met, and described her job as a senior vice president at a regional bank. Mary was immediately drawn to the vivacious young coed. Alexa had the confidence, charm and intelligence she'd always coveted, but could never quite achieve. Usually, she felt jealous and threatened when encountering a woman like that, but not with Alexa.

Mary was also flattered by Alexa's interest in her. The girl had the knack of really focusing on whomever she was speaking with and truly listening to them. Mary found her to be a warm and engaging young woman and soon all her concerns had been tossed aside. 

She also could not deny the raw sexual energy Alexa radiated, or the long-dormant feelings it had ignited in her. She couldn't seem to stop her gaze from sliding down to the coed's large, firm breasts or the slight gap that occasionally opened up between her shirt and shorts. The young woman had an amazing body, and Mary found herself wanting to see more of it. 

Mary had had a couple of brief lesbian flings in college. She'd been easily seduced by the senior residence hall assistant in her freshman dorm and later became the casual lover of a married English professor. But that had been a long time ago, and she was happily married, if maybe a little bored at times. So she was both a little confused and frightened that these feelings had flared up almost as soon as Alexa walked through the door. 

Allen Stevenson was also a little surprised at how quickly his wife and his student had hit it off. Within minutes of her arrival, Alexa had suggested that he should leave them alone so that, as she put it, "us girls can get to know each other." He had protested, and was a little miffed when his wife had backed Alexa, giving him a look he knew all too well. So he had retreated to his basement office while Mary and Alexa stayed in the living room. 

"Venture capital," Alexa said to Mary, munching on a cracker coated in salmon dip from the snack tray Mary had laid out once Allen had left. "That's my goal, with a focus on supporting women-owned tech firms."

Mary nodded as Alexa talked about her plans, agreeing with her on the need to do more to support female entrepreneurs. "We have to do a better job of identifying and supporting exceptional young businesswomen," Alexa said, sipping at her glass of chilled white wine. At 20 years old, she was technically too young to be served alcohol, but Mary had offered it to her without a second thought. 

The young woman's passion and her keen grasp of the realities of the business world impressed Mary. She wondered if perhaps she could offer to be the girl's mentor. She did work in the financial sector, and it would be nice, she thought, to have a hand in helping such a promising young student achieve her dreams.

"So Alexa," she found herself asking almost without realizing it, and without consulting Allen at all, "When can you move in?"

Alexa smiled at her, and Mary felt a flush of heat begin to rise from between her legs. She had a sudden vision of leaning over and kissing Alexa's succulent lips and then working her way down her body. She briefly wondered whether, like so many young women at her gym, Alexa waxed her pubic hair and what going down on a bare pussy would be like. 

"In the next day or so, if that's okay," Alexa responded, pulling Mary back from her erotic musings into the here and now. "Is the house already furnished, or will I need to hit the garage sales this weekend?" she asked laughing.

"Oh don't worry about that. It's fully furnished and if you do need something else, I'm sure we can provide it. We've got too much in this house as it is."

And within 48 hours, Alexa was firmly ensconced in the Stevenson's guest house. Mary was thrilled, perhaps too much so, she realized. She found that she kept making excuses to visit Alexa, checking if she needed laundry done, if she had any trouble with the appliances - the air conditioner had always given her mother problems - or inviting her to dine with them. She was happy to find that the initial warmth between them had not diminished, and Alexa remained as friendly to and interested in Mary's life as she had that first night. 

Alexa wasn't just living in the guest house, though. She had taken up nightly residence in Mary's dreams, the most erotic dreams she'd ever experienced. One recurring theme had Mary serving as successful executive Alexa's personal aide, repeatedly called into the younger woman's office to perform various sex acts, kneeling between Alexa's muscular legs while she talked business on the phone, or sitting in her lap kissing her boss and playing with her breasts during meetings while other underlings watched with envy. One particularly impressive dream had Alexa fucking Mary with a strap-while she was bent over a very large desk. This dream was the only one in which her husband appeared, seated naked on a couch in Alexa's office, masturbating while he watched his student fuck his wife.

When the dreams had first begun, Mary had woken Allen seeking relief from her raging sexual desire. But most nights, he either finished well before her, or couldn't perform at all, and she would end up retreating to the bathroom to masturbate. Eventually, she cut out the middleman and took care of business without bothering to wake her husband.

And now, standing at the window, she was fighting the urge to go down and ask Alexa if there was anything Mary could get her, even though she had any number of household chores to complete. What Mary hoped was that the young student would ask her to spread more sun block all over her flawless body. The 36-year-old housewife gently pushed her hand into her panties. Her pussy was soaked, and she began to slowly rub her aching sex as she stared down at the object of her desire.

Behind her sunglasses, Alexa stared back up at her landlady in the window. Mary, who didn't realize she too was being watched, was supposed to be gone this morning, attending some sort of church social function, but clearly she'd skipped it. And that meant Alexa was now alone with Mary, whom she knew was ripe for the taking, like so many other men and women had been before her. 

Well, it had been a while since she'd added a new pet to her collection, and she found Mrs. Stevenson to be far more attractive than Mrs. Stevenson found herself to be. A little work and her professor's wife would be another hot older woman providing her with unquestioned obedience and sexual slavery.

So Alexa decided to move with the seduction she'd been planning since meeting Mrs. Stevenson that fateful night. The first step would be to get Mary to come down to the pool, ideally before she could finish masturbating, for it was clear to Alexa what Mary was doing. She could see the older woman playing with her breasts with one hand while the other disappeared below the edge of the window, and noted the look of longing and need on Mary's face as she stared down at her tenant. Alexa on principle approved of self-pleasuring, but she wanted Mary horny, so a climax was out of the question. And she knew how to get her down quickly.

The blonde reached into the small bag she'd brought out to the pool and extracted from a clear plastic baggie a thick, brown cigarillo and a lighter. Mary had been adamant that there were to be no drugs or smoking on the premises. So Alexa put the joint to her lips, lit it and took a long drag. She held it in and then slowly exhaled, watching the smoke dissipate as it drifted across the yard. She looked up to see Mary staring down at her, clearly no longer masturbating and a few seconds later, she had disappeared entirely from the window. Alexa took another hit, enjoying the sensation as the drug took hold, and then, licking her fingers, extinguished the joint and put it away.

Mary had been shocked to see Alexa light the joint. She had promised that she was neither a smoker nor a drug user, and Mary had taken her word for it, given how dedicated a student she was. But what should she do? She didn't want to anger Alexa, which was now unthinkable to the obsessed wife. Yet she had to do something, and the obvious step was to offer Alexa something better. Mary pulled her hand out of her shorts and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, she emerged from the rear door holding two wine glasses and a clear glass pitcher filled with ice, chunks of fruit and a deep crimson-colored liquid.

"Hey Alexa," she called out in a cheerful voice. "I saw you here and thought I would bring out something cold to drink."

Alexa smiled to herself as she watched Mary approach. "Hi. I didn't know you were home. I thought you had some church function this morning."

"Well, I did, but it was cancelled at the last minute," she said, now standing over Alexa. "I just whipped up this pitcher of sangria. Have you ever had it? It's wonderful."

"Oh, I love sangria," Alexa gushed. "Thank you so very much. Why don't you pull up a seat and join me?"

"I don't mind if I do," Mary said, stooping to put down the pitcher and wine glasses, and then pulling another lounge chair over. She poured each of them a glass and handed one to Alexa. She decided not to mention the joint, since the girl had already put it out by the time she'd gotten to the pool, and she didn't want to upset her guest if she didn't have to.

"Thanks so much," Alexa said, then raised her glass in a toast. "Here's to the best landlady I could have hoped for."

Mary blushed and tapped her glass to Alexa's before taking a large sip. She wasn't a big drinker, but had learned to make Sangria for a party they'd thrown a few years ago and liked it so much that every now and then, she'd make a pitcher just for the hell of it.

The two women reclined on their chairs for a few minutes, sipping their drinks and making small talk. Alexa asked about the cancelled church activity, and Mary explained that there was a congregation-wide garage sale coming up that served as a church fundraiser. Mary had been roped into being on the planning committee, which was to have met this morning, but Mrs. Baker, its chair, had come down with a cold. 

The beautiful blonde took another long drink, watching the older woman out of the corner of her eye. She decided it was time to take the next step, so she put down her glass and, pulling a tube of sunscreen from her bag, rolled over on her stomach, careful not to lose her bikini top in the maneuver.

"Would you do me a favor and spread some lotion on my back? I don't want to burn."

Mary's breath caught in her throat, and it felt like a million cocoons had just released a million butterflies in her stomach. It was as if Alexa had read her mind, but now that the opportunity had arose, her nerves almost got the best of her. "Um, okay, yeah, happy too," she managed to say, and then silently cursed herself for sounding like some love-struck teenage boy.

Alexa gave her a smile and held out the tube. Mary reached for it, conscious that her hand was shaking slightly. She squeezed a generous portion of the thick, white cream onto one of her palms and some more on Alexa. She then began to slowly spread it all along the girl's back, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath her smooth skin.

"Mmmm, that feels so good," Alexa purred, arching her back up slightly to meet Mary's hands. "And don't be afraid to rub it a little under my bikini bottom. I don't want a strip of burned skin down there."

"Of course not," Mary said, her voice sounding hoarse and unnatural in her ears. She felt flushed all over and her pussy was throbbing. Her heart was pounding and it took all her concentration to keep her hands from shaking like a junkie going cold turkey. The lower her hands crept, the worse her symptoms became and when her fingers brushed up against the top hem of Alexa's white bikini briefs, she forced herself to stop and take a deep breath. Then she delicately slid the tips of three fingers beneath the waist band, smearing lotion along the top of Alexa's heavenly ass.

Lying with head turned away from Mary, Alexa wore a devilish grin. This is just too easy, she thought. Within a half-hour, Dr. Stevenson's wife will be eating me out. She wondered what Mary would do if she simply flipped over, pulled down her bottoms and order the older woman to begin servicing her. She figured the odds were good that her landlady would do as she was told. But no, she told herself, be patient, best to do this in Mary's bedroom, where she wouldn't be worried about neighbors seeing them.

Alexa raised herself up on her elbows when she felt Mary's hands pull away and she looked over her shoulder at the clearly flustered older woman.

"I was going to offer to do you, but then I realized, you're not wearing your bathing suit," she said. "Why don't you go change into a bikini and we'll both get some sun."

"Oh no, no one wants to see that," Mary said. "In fact, I don't think I even have a suit that fits anymore."

She really hoped Alexa wouldn't push the issue. She did have an old bikini, but she no longer saw herself as someone who could wear it, and the one piece she usually donned to swim would not have looked out too much of place on the beach a hundred years ago.

"Don't be silly. You're a beautiful woman and I for one would love to see you in a bikini," Alexa said in a firm voice. "Come on, let's get you changed."

With that, she quickly secured her bikini top, stood up and grabbed her wine glass. "You bring the pitcher. We'll go up to your room and have a fashion show."

Mary gulped. She was awed by Alexa calling her beautiful, but scared that when the coed got a closer look, she would change her mind and see her for the aging, frumpy housewife she believed herself to be. She tried to come up with a way out of it, but Alexa was already almost to the door, so she picked up the sangria and followed, her eyes glued to Alexa's sexy rear end the whole time.

Once upstairs, Alexa directed Mary to pull out her bathing suits and lay them out on the bed. She casually leaned against the wall while Mary dug through her bottom drawer and pulled out an old dark blue bikini, a well-worn yellow one piece and the newer black one piece she swam in. She laid them on the bed and stepped back, looking at Alexa in embarrassment.

"Well, you're right. Those don't look like they'd be flattering at all," Alexa said. "But I have an idea."

She grasped Mary by the shoulders and gently shoved her before the free-standing full-length mirror in the corner. 

"Okay, let's get this shirt off," she said, tugging the bottom of Mary's t-shirt up. Mary, knowing she should resist, instead just held up her arms and allowed the aggressive blonde to remove her garment. "And now the bra," she said, unceremoniously removing it and tossing it aside.

Alexa now moved directly behind Mary, her hands lightly running up and down the older woman's arms. Mary's nipples stood out from her smaller breasts, small, stiff buds of pink flesh betraying her arousal. At least, Mary thought, she hadn't taken off her shorts. Her panties were soaked and any minute now, her juices would begin running down her leg.

Alexa gazed at the older woman, pleased to see that her body was actually quite nice for someone her age. Yes, her stomach was a little soft and had just the beginnings of a middle-aged swelling, but her breasts were nice and firm with almost no sagging. Overall, she found her landlady to be very attractive and had to resist the urge to tweak one of her nipples.


Alexa Moves In Ch. 02



NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual relations are over the age of 18.

Please note, I have placed a story within a story, so the narrative shifts from third-person to first person for a while. However, I have placed headings at the beginning and ending of the section and readers should have no trouble following the action. If you enjoy, please vote for this story. Thank you.

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Mary Stevenson stared forlornly out her kitchen window, watching the raindrops make dimples on the surface of her pool. The day was not at all turning out how she had hoped. Despite the weather, her husband, Allen, had left early that morning for an overnight camping trip with two old college friends and wouldn't be back until the next evening. And her sister had left yesterday afternoon on a weekend business trip, or so she'd claimed, leaving her niece, Mindy on her own. And since Mindy and Mary were now lovers, both to each other and Alexa, Mary's college age tenant and their joint mistress, she'd assumed Saturday would be fill with lots of naked bodies, orgasms and cuddling. In other words, a good old-fashioned lesbian fuck fest.

But Alexa had decided that she and Mindy needed bonding time, since she lived in the Stevenson's guest house and had been with Mary multiple times over the past week. Mindy, on the other hand, had only been over twice and on one of those evenings, Alexa had been unable to make it home in time to join the fun. Mary and Mindy still played that night since Allen, one of Alexa's college professors, was working late as well. So Alexa decreed that she and Mindy would be spending Friday night and all of Saturday at Mindy's, much to Mary's disappointment and consternation.

"It just isn't fair, I knew her first," Mary muttered to herself as she rinsed out her coffee cup. Mary had tried not to let her disappointment show when Alexa had told her , but now that she was alone, jealousy and insecurity were running rampant.

She had a nagging fear that 20-year-old Alexa was more enamored of Mindy than Mindy's aunt. After all, Mindy was a year younger than Alexa, while Mary was almost 18 years her senior. She was still in good shape, and determined now to work her ass off to get in great shape, but she would never be able to compete with girls so much younger than she.

Stepping into the downstairs bathroom, Mary examined herself in the mirror, frowning at her shoulder-length wavy, dark-brown hair, brown eyes and plain features. She unbuttoned her blouse and examined her breasts. They were medium sized and still fairly firm. But her stomach had more padding than she would like and a slight muffin-top swelled over her pants.

"Of course she's with Mindy, you fool," she told herself. "You would take the hot, young girl over the frumpy housewife any day of the week and you know it."

But knowing that didn't ease her disappointment or her sense of ill use. All week, she had done everything the Alexa had asked: she had refused her husband any sexual favors; she had dropped whatever she was doing to rush over to the guest house whenever summoned, shedding her clothes and dropping to her knees the second she walked through the door; she had even begun drawing up a list of names of other women she thought Alexa could enslave. 

But apparently, it had not been enough. And to make matters worse, she was forbidden to masturbate, so that the desperate need between her legs would go unmet today. Still, if she had it to do over again, she would still willingly prostrate herself to her young mistress.

She was still brooding on the injustice of it all when the doorbell rang. Mary's brow furrowed in puzzlement. It was too early for the mail and she hadn't been expecting any visitors, especially on a rainy Saturday morning. When she reached the door and looked out through the peephole, she was even more confused. Standing the doorstep wearing a raincoat buttoned up to her chin and holding an umbrella over her head, was Prof. Petra Gabor, one of her husband's new colleagues at the university.

"Hello Dr. Gabor," Mary said, opening the door and smiling out at the woman. For some reason, the woman was wearing red fishnet pantyhose and red stilettos, hardly the ideal footwear for such inclement weather. "Please come in. I'm afraid my husband isn't here and he didn't mention that you might be dropping by."

The young woman, who was only in her late 20s and on her first university teaching position, smiled timidly at Mary and shook her umbrella before folding it and leaning it against the wall just inside the door. Her long, dark hair was still dry save for a few clinging rain drops, and she casually ran a hand through it to deal with those.

"Oh, I'm not here to see Prof. Stevenson," Petra said, with just the trace of an Eastern European accent. She stared down at the floor as if she were afraid to meet Mary's eyes, then took a deep breath in. "I'm here because our mistress wishes you to know that she is pleased with you and all you have done this past week," she blurted out, clearly wanting to get the rehearsed speech over as quickly as possible.

The woman's face was a brilliant scarlet as she finally looked up and gave Mary a sheepish look. Mary, in turn, looked absolutely shocked. The color had drained from her face and she stood, staring, mouth agape, at the woman who was still dripping rainwater onto her floor. 

"What did you say?" she managed to stammer, her eyes wide as she stared at Petra.

In response, Petra slowly undid the buttons on the beige-colored raincoat and then pulled it open. She was naked beneath, and Mary could see that the pantyhose were actually thigh-high stockings. She also couldn't help notice that Petra Jackson had a lean, taut body with breasts that put her in mind of fluffy white cream puffs topped with little red cherries. Mary had a sudden desire to suck on those scrumptious little nubs, but was still standing motionless due to shock. 

"Our Mistress has sent me to tell you that she is pleased with you, Mary. She wants me to say that you are a wonderful lover and an attentive pet and that since she can't be here, she sent me. For the next eight hours, I'm yours to do with as you please," Petra said in a soft but steady voice. "If you want me to go, of course, that is your choice as well."

"God no," Mary said, realization suddenly dawning on her. Her mistress hadn't abandoned her; she still cared and was looking out for her. But her husband's work colleague, how was this possible? 

"How did Alexa and you...?" Mary left the rest of the question hanging, staring at Petra in fascination and arousal. 

"It's a long story, but she said I could tell you if you really wanted to know. You'd be the first to hear it all," Petra said, then gave Mary is questioning look. "But is that how you really want us to spend our time?"

"Right," Mary said and reached out to pull Petra to her. Their lips met and they stood in the Stevenson entryway kissing, Mary gently squeezing one of Petra's breasts while with the other she kneaded her very firm ass. After a minute, Mary led her unexpected visitor into their home and up to the Stevenson's master bedroom. Once there, Petra kicked off her shoes and then began to unbutton Mary's blouse, kissing her way down to her breasts as she did so. She undid Mary's black-lace bra, gently sucking each stiff nipple into her warm, wet mouth. She dropped to her knees and undid the button and zipper on the tan Capri pants the older woman wore, pulling them down and tugging them off.

Mary fell back onto the bed, looking up at Petra. Mary might have thought little of her body, but Petra thought she looked warm, soft and delectable and was so glad Alexa had ordered her morning to visit the Stevenson house.

"I know I need to work out more," Mary said, mistaking Petra's long stare as disapproval rather than lust.

"Are you kidding? I intend to worship every inch of you," Petra said. "Ever since we met at that faculty mixer, I've had fantasies about you."

"About me?" Mary asked skeptically.

"Yes. You don't realize it but you are a sexy woman with a hot, succulent body." Petra crawled onto the bed and lowered herself onto Mary, kissing her deeply and letting her body slowly press down against Mary's naked flesh. Mary wrapped her legs around Petra's waist and pulled her tightly to her, loving how her breasts felt as Petra's pushed into her. They began rolling around on the Mary and Allen's marriage bed, taking turns fingering each other, licking and sucking breasts, relishing the feel of each other's flesh.

Soon, Petra began to glide down Mary's body, trailing her fingers and lips across her breasts, stomach and thighs before moving to the main course, Mary's soaking wet pussy. Petra started with slow, delicate licks, teasing Mary's clit and just pushing past the outer lips into the pink nether region beneath. Mary arched her back, trying to push Petra's tongue deeper into her, her hands pressed against the back of the young academic's head. Soon, Petra's fingers were working inside Mary while she continued to assault her swollen sex with her tongue and lips. When Mary's body convulsed and she emitted a deep guttural moan, Petra knew she had done her job well.

It took Mary only a minute or so to recover and then, ever the good host, she quickly moved between Petra's legs and began returning the favor, licking, nibbling and kissing at Petra's completely shaved cunt. The younger woman moaned and played with her breasts as Mary's tongue slid into her and when she moved it to Petra's clit, the professor came hard.

They lay together, kissing and lightly tracing their fingertip across each other's bodies, completely relaxed and at ease. Finally, Mary had to ask, "How long have you and Alexa been together?"

"Since my third day at work," Petra confessed.

"Tell me the story," Mary said, curious to know how Alexa had seduced the young professor. She wondered if it had been anything like her own seduction.

"Okay, but it's a long story, so you better get comfortable," Petra said.

"Then hold on," Mary said, getting out of bed and rummaging in her closet for a second. When she returned, she was holding a large black dildo and a smaller, bullet-shaped vibrator. "Want one?"

Petra grinned and seized the fake black cock. She worked it into her pussy and began slowly sliding it in and out as she began to tell her story.

PETRA'S STORY

It all happened very fast, both my move to the United States and my seduction by Mistress Alexa. I regret neither; let me be very clear about that. They are the two best things that ever happened to me. 

I had first interviewed with the university about a year ago, but hadn't heard anything for a long time, and then in August, I had follow-up interviews while attending a conference. More time went by and I began to worry I'd blown it, but then, in mid-October, they called and offered me a position. I had to start in December, they said, so I could teach the spring semester. It was crazy, but I did it. I packed up everything, left my temporary teaching position in Romania and arrived here a week before Christmas with two suitcases in hand and five boxes being shipped by my uncle back home as soon as I could give him an address.

I got a small apartment just off campus, reported for work, and was assigned the office just across from Dr. Stevenson's. The poor man, for the first couple of days I think I was poking my head in just about every hour with questions: where are the bathrooms, how do I set up my phone, what kind of clothing is considered appropriate, where is the closest bus stop. But I have to say, he was kindness itself, always willing to stop and help me. He even took me to lunch my second day.

It was on the third day when, after lunch, I stuck my head in his door to ask yet another question. He was not there, although his door was open. Instead, perched on his loveseat, was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She had long, blonde hair like spun gold, delicate enchanting features, and the most mesmerizing blue eyes. They seemed to look right into my very soul that first day. I think, given what happened later, that perhaps they did. 

"Hello," I said, smiling at her, "I was just looking for Prof. Stevenson."

Before she could say anything, I heard footsteps behind me and Prof. Stevenson's voice said, "Ah, Petra, I see you have met Alexa," he said, coming around me and stepping into his office.

"Actually, we haven't met yet," the girl said, then stood up and extended her hand in a strong, confident manner. "I'm Alexa, one of Dr. Stephenson's students."

"Not just one of my students, but one of my very best students," Dr. Stephenson chimed in, chuckling as he did so. "Alexa is only a second year student, yet she's acing my advanced finance seminar. Best student in the class, I swear."

I took her hand, so warm and soft, and the minute her flesh touched mine, I swear it was like brushing up against an electric fence. A shock just jolted through me; I may even have moaned a little, I'm not sure.

"In that case, it's a double pleasure to meet you Alexa," I said, trying to sound calm and unaffected by her beauty and, for lack of a better term, the raw sexual energy radiating from her. "It is always a pleasure to meet truly talented students. I am Prof. Gabor. I just joined the faculty."

"Prof. Gabor comes to us from Romania," Dr. Stephenson told Alexa. "We finally got off our collective asses and hired her, pardon my French. We trying to beef up our international business credentials and she's a very talented up and comer."

I smiled at his sweetness to me. "Well, I hope I can meet your expectations," I said.

"What's your particular area of expertise?" asked Alexa, proving right off the mark that she was no ordinary undergraduate, most of whom wouldn't have bothered asking me anything, much less such a relevant question.

"Internet commerce in developing nations, as well as cross-cultural marketing in emerging markets," I responded.

"That sounds fascinating. I definitely will be taking one of your classes, although my schedule this spring is already full."

I was absurdly delighted by her words. There is something about Alexa that makes you want her to like you, and you end up doing everything you can to make that happen. At least I did.

"How can I help you, Petra?" Dr. Stephenson asked me.

"I was hoping you could point me to a drugstore, ideally one by a bus stop," I said. "Or, even better, a full-fledged grocery store. I am still looking at an empty fridge."

He laughed. "Poor Petra here has just arrived in our country and she's stuck in a small apartment with no transportation."

"That's terrible," Alexa said. "How hard that must be, with no way to explore your new surroundings."

"Yes, it's very frustrating. I hear about some really great places but can't go see them. Plus, I haven't been able to find a good gym" I told her. "I don't like to criticize my new employer, but that faculty gym is kind of dirty and run down. I used to have a very nice gym in Romania and I love to exercise, so it's hard to work out in a cold, damp gym like that."

"Chronic underfunding," Dr. Stephenson said. "It's been like that for years."

"Well that's easy to solve," Alexa said. "I'll get you a 30-day pass to my gym, and you can ride with me. We can go this afternoon. Do you do yoga?"

"All the time, but I can't impose on you," I said, secretly dying to see her in yoga pants and a sports bra. "Really, the faculty gym is good enough for now."

"Nonsense," Alexa said in a tone that brooked no disagreement. "We'll go to my afternoon yoga class, it starts in about 90 minutes, and then I'll take you grocery shopping. It's the least I can do for someone who came half-way around the world to help educate me."

What could I do? I thanked her profusely and returned to my office. An hour later, she gently knocked on my door and I quickly packed my things and followed her out to her car.

"I really do appreciate all this," I told her once we were seated in her very nice sports car. "Surely a beautiful young woman like you can find someone better than a new professor to hang out with."

I admit, I was kind of flirting. I couldn't help myself, but I didn't think she'd respond in kind.

"The hot new professor, you mean," she said laughing. "You better be careful, Dr. Gabor, that accent combined with that body and you are going to have a lot of horny students in your classes."

My face felt like it had been blowtorched I blushed so hard. And that wasn't the only part of my body that suddenly felt very warm. I don't consider myself a lesbian, but I've been with women, none as striking as Alexa, of course. But I knew I had to resist this growing temptation. If I was caught sleeping with a student, my career here would be over before it started.

When we got to the gym, Alexa had no problem getting me the free month-long pass, and she even talked the manager, an attractive brunette in her 40s, into skipping the introductory tour and sales pitch. She and Alexa seemed to be on very good terms, I noticed, but thought nothing of it at the time. Now I know better.

Once in the locker room, we picked side-by-side lockers and for the first time, I saw that incredible body. It was, is, flawless. She has long, toned muscles, a slim waist with cut abs, a picture-perfect ass as smooth and hard as marble, and her breasts sit high and pert with dark, succulent nipples. I had to turn away so she would not see how hard my own had become, but from the way she was smiling when I turned back around, I had the feeling she knew exactly how I felt.

We trotted up the stairs to the class room and found spots near the front of a full yoga class, attended mostly by attractive women of all ages and a few men as well. Several greeted Alexa by name as we entered and I thought I saw a few cast looks of longing and desire at my companion. The instructor was a tall, lithe 20-something named Linda, whose flaming-red hair was pulled back in a pony-tail.

Linda's class was tough, I'll give her that. My arms and legs were burning when it was done, but I felt wonderful. I was also horny, since I'd spend the entire class just two feet away from Alexa, clad in skin-tight shorts that barely covered her buttocks, and a sports bra that covered even less of her breasts. I knew I wasn't the only one who'd noticed. I caught several women staring at her and Linda was constantly walking by, pretending to check people's movements but always finding a reason to pass right behind Alexa, and always telling her "looking great, Alexa" or "that's perfect form, Alexa" throughout class. When it was over, she came up to us.

"Wow, great class, Alexa. Did you find it challenging enough for you? I know you like a hard workout," she said, looking and sounding like a little girl trying hard to please a more popular playmate. "If you need any one-on-one help, please don't hesitate to call me."

"Oh, don't worry, Linda, I will. I have your number. I probably will need you to walk me through some of those more complex balancing poses we did last week," Alexa said.

Now Linda looked liked that little girl after the most popular kid in school agreed to come to her slumber party. "Anytime Alexa, I'm always available," she said breathily.

I wondered how that could be the case, but just stood off to the side, ignored by Linda and feeling oddly jealous that she was taking so much of Alexa's attention. But I got the last laugh, because Alexa suddenly told her "we've got to go," and then reached out and took my hand, pulling me out the door. I was thrilled at the touch and more so because she held on to me all the way to the locker room.

"Race you to the showers," she said, grinning and then whipped off her bra and shorts. She won, of course, partly because I was spellbound by the sight of her naked body, a few beads of sweat still running down the cleft between her breasts. But I quickly composed myself and followed her to two shower stalls facing each other in the back.




Alexa Moves In Ch. 02



Since Alexa didn't bother to close her curtain, neither did I, but I did try to avoid staring at her. Still, I couldn't help myself; I watched enthralled as she soaped up that magnificent body. I so wanted to just step across the small gap separating us and join her. I would lather up her whole body, paying special attention to her breasts and pussy, nuzzling her neck as I did so. I would take a body sponge and gently rub her all over, finishing by slowly running it along her labia lips. Then I would drop to my knees and begin pleasuring her as warm water cascaded over our naked flesh. 

I was so lost in this fantasy that I didn't realize I had been staring at her until someone laughing loudly a few stalls over brought me to my senses. When I did so, I saw that Alexa was looking at me, a knowing smile on her face. She didn't say anything, but she took her sponge and slowly, ever so seductively, ran it along her cunt while she rubbed a bar of soap across one of her breasts. My heart leapt into my throat and I felt like my face was on fire. I instantly turned away, my stomach doing somersaults, as I stared at the tiled shower wall in front of me. I half expected, and more than half wanted, her to cross over and take me in her arms. But she didn't and I wasn't so much relieved as terribly disappointed. I finished my shower quickly and left without looking at her, mumbling that I'd meet her out front.

I was sitting on a bench outside the locker room, my wet hair still plastered to my head, when she walked out, talking energetically to another attractive young woman, whom she embraced and kissed on the cheek before bidding her a good evening. Then she walked over to me as and asked, "Ready to go shopping?"

I smiled weakly at her. "Oh, I'm so tired, why don't you just drop me off. I don't want to take any more of your time."

"Don't be silly, you need food," she said firmly. "Come on, the grocery store is on the way."

On the ride to the grocery store, I stared silently out the window, feeling both ashamed and aroused. Alexa said little, except to ask how I liked the yoga class and I replied that I enjoyed it. The tension in the car was as thick as molasses but considerably less sweet and I really didn't know what to do. When we reached the store, I just followed a few steps behind her, wishing I had done a better job of drying my hair.

It wasn't so bad once we were inside. Alexa grabbed a cart and looked questioningly at me. When I didn't say anything, she asked, "Well, what kind of stuff would you like, silly. We're here for you."

"Right," I said, once again making a fool of myself. "I guess just the basics. Bread, cheese, some lunchmeat, maybe some frozen dinners."

"And some wine. We will definitely need wine," Alexa said cheerily. I wondered what she meant by 'we' since these were my groceries, but wine did sound good, so I didn't say anything. Alexa began pushing the cart to the nearest aisle and we walked slowly down one and up the other. I occasionally would toss an item into the cart and gradually, the tension eased.

It was Alexa's doing, of course, She started asking me about how shopping differed in Romania, and had I ever been in an American grocery store before. Since I had obtained both my masters and PhD in the U.S., I had plenty of experience, I told her. This led to questions about my education and what it was like to study in Romania and pretty soon, I forgot all about ogling her in the shower. We were just two friends out shopping. 

It was odd how comfortable I felt around her, other than the almost overwhelming sexual attraction, of course, which had me so wet I'm surprised they didn't assign an employee to follow me around with a mop. Being with Alexa for me was like hanging out that friend from grade school who led your clique. You always did what they said, not because you were afraid but because you wanted to please them. You knew they had your back and always would, and in return you did your best to be a loyal follower. Alexa is just that kind of natural leader. Her intelligence, confidence, and determination all combine to make her the alpha in just about any setting. And it doesn't hurt that she's drop dead gorgeous. I don't think I have ever enjoyed a trip to the grocery store so much.

"Ah, here we go," she said when we turned a corner and rolled into the wine, beer and liquor section. "Red or white, which do you prefer?"

"White," I said. "But it's good to have both. And as long as I'm here, I might as well go all out."

I stepped over to a shelf and picked up a large bottle of imported vodka, thinking that on our way out, we would need to hit the produce section for some limes.

"Petra, I like your style," Alexa said, giving me a mischievous grin. As I leaned slightly over the cart to place the bottle down gently, I felt her hand run lightly across my ass. For just a second, I froze and I'm sure she heard my sudden gasp, but I said nothing; just smiled at her as I straightened and headed further down the aisle. If anyone but Alexa had done that, I might have slapped them. But my only reaction to her touch was a sudden rush of glee. She likes me, I thought!

I guess I'd been too distracted to notice that Alexa had also been placing things in the cart because I was somewhat surprised to see chips, various frozen appetizers, cookies and some sort of mass-produced chocolate pastries piled onto the conveyor belt as we checked out. I began to suspect then that Alexa didn't plan on just dropping me off and heading home. I didn't let on about my hunch, but inwardly I found myself beaming with joy.

Sure enough, as soon as she pulled into a parking spot by my apartment, she announced that she would help me carry in the groceries.

"Thanks," I said. "If you like, we can have a glass of wine afterward."

"That'd be great. Maybe we can heat up some of these snacks and have a little welcoming party for you."

"Sounds like a plan," I said. By this point, I no longer cared that I might be jeopardizing my job and career by having a relationship with a student. I wanted that beautiful woman to spend the night with me, and I would do just about anything to make it happen.

I microwaved some frozen pizza rolls and Alexa uncorked one of the wine bottles. We settled down on my couch, our bodies close but not quite touching. I felt more relaxed and happier than I had in some time.

"So Petra, tell me, which do you prefer, American men or Romanian men," she asked, giving me a playful look.

I bit my lower lip and furrowed my brow as if I were giving the matter a great deal of consideration. "That's kind of hard to say. American men are more considerate lovers, in my experience, but Romanian men tend to be more passionate."

"I see," she said, arching her eyebrows. Then she leaned forward conspiratorially, looked me in the eye with a mock seriousness, and said. "And what about the women?"

I faked a look of great shock, and then laughed as she smiled.

"I'm just playing," she said, reaching over and patting my thigh. Fire flared in my pussy and waves of arousal pulsed through my body. "Or am I?"

Then she laughed and took a large drink of wine. "Seriously though, what's it like over there, in terms of sexual mores and such?"

"Well, it's not as progressive as over here, but things are getting better than they used to be, especially in the big cities where I lived. If you know where to go, you can find just about anything you want."

She pursed her lips and gave me an appraising look. "And do you know where to find things?"

"Oh, I'm not so innocent as I appear," I said, trying to sound worldly. "I've studied more than just business."

"Oh, do tell," she said grinning, widening her eyes for effect. "Tell me everything."

"Like what?" I said, suddenly a little embarrassed that I'd raised the subject, even though it gave us a chance to venture into terrain I definitely wanted to explore with my companion.

"What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. I knew the answer of course. I also knew that sharing it with Alexa would push our relationship into a new realm.

"I once allowed myself to be handcuffed to my bed during sex," I said shyly. 

"That's no big deal. A lot of people do that. There's something you're not telling," Alexa said firmly. "Spill."

"Okay. It wasn't just that, it was that I did it when I was engaged to another young professor, and I'd only just met this person the night it happened."

"More details," Alexa ordered.

"Okay," I said, ready to spill my guts to a young woman I'd met only a few hours earlier. "I had a small apartment in Bucharest and one night, after a disappointing night out with my fiance..."

"Why was it disappointing?" Alexa cut in.

"Bad dinner, bad movie, bad after-movie sex," I said. "He wasn't very experienced and even less daring. I'd been growing more and more frustrated. So anyway, I got home to find I'd been burglarized. Luckily, I was always in the habit of hiding my good laptop and leaving an old, shitty one around in case something like this ever happened. The thief took it and a few other things, but it wasn't so bad. Of course, I called the police and eventually a police...officer showed up."

Alexa pounced like a cat. "You hesitated just there, as you were saying police officer, like you were going to say something else. What?"

I blushed yet again that night. "Well, it was a policewoman, a very pretty policewoman," I admitted.

"She showed up and asked me what happened. I was very upset. Not just because of the burglary, but because of how crappy the night had been. And while I'd been waiting, I had a couple of shots of vodka, which thank god wasn't stolen.

"So I was kind of buzzed when she got there and I was telling her about coming home and I guess I got sidetracked onto a rant about my disappointing night. She wasn't that sympathetic, it seemed to me, so I guess I snapped at her. She told me to watch my mouth and I made some sarcastic comment and the next thing I know, I'm face down on the couch in handcuffs. The Romanian police are not as patient as their American counterparts."

"Cool," was all Alexa said.

"Yeah. Anyway, for some reason, I started giggling like mad, which only angered her more. She asked me what was so funny and I said something like, 'at least someone is getting a little rough with me tonight.' My fiancé was always so passive in bed, it drove me nuts.

"Anyway, she leaned down and whispered in my ear 'You like that, you little whore?' and I just giggled some more. So she picks me up, pulls me into the bedroom and suddenly I'm cuffed to the metal bars of my headboard and she's stripping me.

"It was incredibly arousing and I got wet really quickly, which she quickly discovered. So then she stripped off her uniform and starts sucking on my tits while she fingers me. I'm so fucking turned on by then I'm begging her to fuck me. So she does, with her night stick. It was awesome, I came almost right away. Then she sat on my face and made me lick her until she came. After that, she uncuffed me, we cuddled and kissed for a while, and then she left. I never saw her again."

I leaned back on the couch and took a deep breath, then swallowed down the rest of my wine. I looked at Alexa. "I can't believe I just told you that story."

She smiled at me. "I can. You wanted to, because you wanted me to know the real you."

"I'm...not sure what you mean," I stammered.

"Yes you do. You want me to seduce you. Telling me that story was your way of letting me know that, although it's been obvious all night. I'm surprised you didn't rub one out in the gym shower, honestly."

I just stared at her, taken aback but incredibly aroused by her directness. "But you asked me to tell you. I wouldn't have otherwise."

"Yes, but you didn't have to share that story. And I only asked you to make it easier on you," she said firmly. "Look, my time is valuable and I don't like wasting it playing games. So answer plainly, yes or no, do you want me to fuck you tonight."

The words just hung there for a minute. I could feel my heart pounding. Some very tiny part of my brain was screaming at me to come to my senses, but every other part of me was urging me to say yes.

"Yes," I whispered, so low I'm amazed she heard me at all.

"Say it louder. Tell me exactly what you want!"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, Alexa. You're so beautiful, and I..." I said, my words trailing off as my lust overwhelmed me. I just stared at her with desire and pleading in my eyes.

"I know," she said, gently brushing her fingers across my face. "But I need you to prove to me that you really want this. I need you to kneel before me, pledge to become my pet, my slave, to make my pleasure your sole focus."

"You're pet?" I asked, stunned, and yes, intrigued by her words. "What does that mean?"

I guess my failure to immediately rebel against this outrageous suggestion sealed my fate, for instead of answering, she just smiled sweetly and nodded to the floor in front of her. I had no idea what I might be letting myself in for, yet I dropped to my knees and looked up into her face.

"Alexa, please may I be your pet," I said, not knowing what else to say. "I'll be a good pet and always look out for you."

"And you'll do as I say, whenever and wherever I want?"

"Yes, of course."

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected me.

"Yes Mistress, of course. Anything you want." I know it seems strange that I would be so willing to give away control of my life. I was a young, ambitious professional but at that moment I valued her happiness and approval far more than career success. 

I was thrilled when she stood up, extended a hand to me and then pulled me up and into the most deliciously sweet and sensuous kiss I've ever experienced. It was fantastic and made me realize I'd made the right decision.

She led me to my bedroom, had me strip and then commanded I take off her clothes as well. She sat down on the bed and spread her legs. I immediately crawled between them and began pleasuring my mistress, licking and kissing all around her wonderful pussy. Its taste and aroma are like none I have ever experienced before or since.

Finally, Alexa reached her climax, and then pulled me onto the bed. We lay there, exploring each other's bodies, and then she used her fingers to bring me to the orgasm I'd been so desperate to achieve for hours. Throughout the night, I worshipped her nubile young body, going down on her repeatedly, licking and sucking her nipples and breasts, tonguing her anus even. Anything she wanted, I did. And she is such a generous lover. She went down on me as well, even though my pleasure was of course not the point of our lovemaking. But that's what makes her the perfect mistress and I am so happy to be her pet.

PLAYING WITH NEW TOYS

While Petra had been telling her story, Mary had lain quietly on the bed, lightly playing the vibrator across her clit and into her pussy. She hung on Petra's every word, although it was sometimes hard to concentrate while watching the beautiful academic fucking herself with the black dildo. Twice, Mary came, causing the young professor to pause in her narrative. Petra, who had been practicing control at Alexa's behalf for months, managed to hold off on her orgasm until the end.

But as soon as she was finished, Mary leaned over and kissed her hard, at the same time pinching one of her nipples. That was it for Petra, who came so hard she almost head-butted her host.

"Sorry," she said. "But remembering that night always gets me so revved up."

"I can see why, it's an incredible story," Mary said.

"I'd ask how she seduced you, but she's already shared the story with me, at least her version," Petra said.

"I'm sure our versions are the same. I've never regretted either. She's a force of nature, but a sexy one. Can you tell me, what all has she made you do? I'm curious about what may be in store for me."

Petra looked at Mary but didn't see any fear there, just curiosity. "Well, I've fucked a few of her friends, both male and female. No professors, though. She's very conscious of protecting my professional reputation. I believe her when she says she'll never have me be with anyone who can't be completely trusted."

"What's been the best," asked Mary.

"Well, I guess she had a bet on whether our women's basketball team would make the tournament this season, or something. To motivate a couple of the players, she promised them a night with a professor. So when they made the tournament - you remember they lost in the second round - she put them up in a nice hotel and sent me over as a prize. They were both very tall, athletic black women and both very attractive. I'd never been with a black woman before, much less two, but it was hot. They kept me up all night."

"Wow, that's cool. So you've never felt like you had to do something you weren't comfortable with?" Mary asked.

"Never. It's not like she's whoring me out or anything like that, she just shares me with others sometimes. It's always been enjoyable," Petra said. She placed her hand over Mary's. "You're still in the early stages of your new life, so I get that you have some concerns. But trust me, Alexa isn't that kind of person. She cares about her pets, she really does."

Mary smiled, a look of relief on her face. "That's good to know. I wasn't really worried, but just wanted to know. So far, she hasn't had me do anything like that. Well, except she had me go buy these toys. I'd never even been in that kind of store before."

"Did you get any say in what you bought?"

"Oh yeah, she just said to get some toys, and told me the best place to go. This one is a particular favorite," she said, picking up the long, thick dildo that Petra had fucked herself with. Mary ran her tongue along its length, and then pushed as much as she could into her mouth. She licked and slurped at it like a child with a frozen treat until she had cleaned up every last drop of Petra's juices. Her guest watched with hungry eyes then crawled between Mary's legs and began pleasuring her again.

After Mary came, she told Petra to stay where she was, face down with her ass up. Mary rolled off the bed and reached into the closet again. "I haven't had a chance to break this in yet, so you get to be the first."

She held up a strap-on, at least eight inches long and almost as thick as a soda can. Petra's eyes widened at the site, but she stayed where she was while Mary pulled on the harness and fastened the straps. 

She then moved behind Petra, aligned the fat, fleshy-pink cock against her hole and slowly slid it in. 

"Of fuck, that's big," Petra gasped. "But nice, oh so fucking nice. Fuck me, Mary, hard."

Mary obliged, gripping Petra's hips as she began thrusting hard into the other woman. A smaller protrusion inside the harness was inserted into her pussy and she was enjoying it as much as her visitor.

Petra's face was buried into a pillow but Mary could hear her moans as she fucked her as hard as she could, one hand on the small of Petra's back while the other reached around to finger her clip. Petra was holding her body up on one arm while she frantically pinched and pulled at a nipple.

"Ah, fuck fuck, yes, harder, I'm fucking cumming," she suddenly shouted. She threw her head back, moaning as the orgasm flooded through her. "Of fuck Mary, that was sweet."

They both collapsed onto the bed and into each other's arms. A few minutes later, they were asleep, sated and happy.

THE CLUB

Mindy Lee had never felt this relaxed before in her life. Sitting soaking in her mother's massive, claw-foot bathtub, leaning back against her new lover and mistress after hours of incredibly satisfying sex, and sharing a big, fat joint had her feeling on top of the world. Mindy parted her lips ever so slightly, and when Alexa held the joint to her mouth, she formed a tight seal and took a long, slow drag, holding it for a few seconds before expelling a long, thin stream of smoke that mixed with the steam rising from the surface of the tub. Alexa had great weed, but she wouldn't tell Mindy where it came from.




Alexa Moves In Ch. 02



"Mistress, I think this has been the best day of my life," she said in a dreamy, far-away voice. "Do we really have to go out tonight?"

"Yes, we do," Alexa said, pressing an arm across her new pet's breasts and playfully pinching a nipple. "In the first place, you made plans with Tricia and Carly and it would be rude to cancel, especially since I now have plans for Tricia and Carly, plans you will be helping me with. And in the second place," she stopped and took a long drag on the joint, then exhaled the smoke upward, "We have been cooped up in this house all day. I need to get out."

Mindy sighed, but knew her mistress was right. She couldn't ditch on Carly and Tricia, not now that they were so close to experiencing the same joy she'd felt ever since Alexa had entered her life. She owed it to them; converting them into Alexa's sex slaves was the best thing she could do for Carly and Tricia. They'd thank her in the long run, she knew.

"You're right, of course," she said. "It's just that it's been so wonderful having you all to myself since yesterday afternoon. I know it bothered my aunt, but we'll make it up to her, won't we?"

"I already have, my precious little pet, I already have," Alexa cooed in her ear. "But now, it's time to get out of the tub before we both turn into prunes."

Mindy wanted to ask how Alexa had made it up to Mary, but she didn't want to be too nosy. If her mistress wanted her to know, she'd have told her, she reasoned. So she hefted herself out of the tub and then grabbed a towel to dry Alexa with, ignoring the water streaming off her own naked body.

"Why thank you, sweetie," Alexa said, smiling down at Mindy, who had knelt so that she could dry off the blonde coed's legs. While down there, she allowed herself to likewise gently rub Alexa's neatly trimmed bush dry, lingering there far longer than was necessary.

When they were both dry, Alexa took Mindy by the hand and led her into the master bedroom that normally belonged to Mindy's mother, Gail. Gail had left at mid-afternoon on Friday and within the hour Alexa was naked and lying on the departed woman's queen bed, Mindy kneeling between her legs eagerly lapping at her wet cunt. An hour after that, Alexa was sitting in Gail's favorite chair with Mindy on her lap, the two of them making out like newlyweds and fingering each other. And finally, with hard-core lesbian porn playing on Gail's new, high-definition 52-inch television, Alexa had Mindy bent over the expensive leather couch while she fucked her hard with an eight-inch strap-on, Mindy's juices running down the back of the couch and onto the cushions. By dinner-time, Mindy and Alexa had each had almost a half-dozen orgasms. 

They had gone out to dinner and then Alexa took Mindy shopping. She had noticed that Mindy's closet contained nothing sexier than the rather conservative dress she'd worn to her senior prom. They hit several high-end boutiques that specialized in hip and sexy clothing. Mindy was like a dentist's kid in a candy store. She tried on dozens of different outfits, flashing Alexa, store clerks, other shoppers and people walking by on the sidewalk as often as possible. Several times, Alexa was sure an employee or a customer was giving the pretty, young Asian girl willing looks and hints that they wouldn't mind stepping into the dressing room with her. Alexa considered ordering Mindy to do so, especially when a 40-something woman, while looking Mindy directly in the eye, told her husband and two kids that she'd meet them at the ice cream parlor down the street. But Alexa decided she wasn't in the mood to share, so she just slipped the woman her number, promised her a good time at some later date, and smiled when she saw her tuck it into her purse.

They had each bought a new dress for Saturday night. Alexa had treated herself to a thigh-length backless red dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. Mindy had gone with a royal blue off-the-shoulder number that also ended mid-thigh. It featured large sections of sheer fabric so that she flashed lots of side boob and abs to anyone lucky enough to see her in it. She had also gotten herself a sheer black tank top, several very short mini-skirts, some lacy bras, and a half-dozen pairs of thigh-high stockings of various colors and patterns. 

Before they returned home, Alexa took Mindy to an upscale adult store and there they purchased some very revealing lingerie and several toys for Mindy. These included some ben-wa balls, a vibrator, a thick double-ended dildo, and some nipple clamps.

When they got back to Mindy's house, they broke out the dildo, climbing onto Gail's bed. Alexa had Mindy eat her out, returned the favor, and then impaled both of them on the dildo, fucking each other while swapping deep, erotic kisses and playing with each other's tits. Finally, stilled fucking each other, they jammed fingers down to their clits and got each other off. Alexa then had Mindy clean the new dildo; she did so with long, slow licks, moaning and occasionally stopping to smack her lips. This was for the video Alexa was shooting of their encounter using her phone. She had carefully positioned it so that it caught their entire erotic session. Mindy had initially balked at being filmed, but when Alexa explained why she wanted it, her pet had readily agreed.

"It's for your Mom, for when she gets pissed about all the stuff we bought with her credit card tonight," Alexas said, referring to the card Gail had left to be used only in the case of an emergency. "You already told me you wanted her to know that you now belong to me, not her, right?"

"Yes, but I don't see why we need to show her what we're doing."

"It's blackmail, plain and simple," Alexa said. Gail was a successful business consultant with major corporate clients and also a prominent leader in certain conservative circles. Having an adopted daughter who was a willing lesbian sex slave would not further her interests with either group. "I'll threaten to go public with it if she doesn't get with the program."

Mindy laughed hard and then gave her mistress another long, deep kiss. "You're the best. I can't wait to see that old bitch's face when we tell her."

They slept in on Saturday and then spent the rest of the day repeating Friday's activities. By late afternoon, there was not a room in the Lee house, and it was not a small house, in which the two had not fucked, licked or fingered each other. Finally, Alexa led them back up to Gail's room for a long nap, after which they fucked, bathed, had a light dinner, and began to get ready to go out.

Mindy's two friends had invited her to meet them at a club that was hosting a dance party for the over-18 crowd who couldn't get into regular bars, although older guests were also welcome. It sounded boring to Alexa, but she'd met Carly the previous weekend when she'd joined Mindy and Mary at their church and the girl looked like she might be a lot of fun. She was short, slightly pudgy with full lips and large breasts. Tricia was a mystery to Alexa, but Mindy assured her she was very pretty, a tall, thin girl with smallish breasts and long, straight red hair and pale alabaster skin. She was also more conservative than either Mindy or Carly, and would pose the greatest challenge. But Alexa liked challenges and besides, she'd found that often, women who were the most outwardly conservative in appearance and behavior were the quickest to surrender their charms in private.

By 9 p.m., they were waiting by the door when they heard a horn. Outside, parked along the curb, was a plain, four-door white sedan. "That's them," Mindy said. 

The two bounded down the front walk to Tricia's car. Carly was in the front passenger seat with her window rolled down.

"Let's go," she cried out to them. "I need to party down!"

Mindy pulled open the rear door and slid along the seat, Alexa immediately behind her. Both Tricia and Carly turned in their seats to look at the pair.

"Tricia, this is Alexa, my new friend who lives over at my aunt and uncle's place," Mindy said to the tall, lanky redhead behind the wheel. "Alexa, this is Tricia. And you and Carly have already met."

"Nice to meet you, Tricia," Alexa said. "Good seeing you again Carly."

"Wow, you two look fucking hot," Carly gushed, her eyes roaming all over Alexa and Mindy's bodies. Carly, Alexa realized, would be easy pickings.

"Yeah, those are some dresses," Tricia said in a far less approving tone. She privately thought they were dressed like bimbos, and blamed Alexa for it, since the Mindy she knew would never voluntarily dress like that.

Tricia was wearing jeans, ankle boots, and sleeveless pink sweater that showed almost no flesh below her neck. Carly was wearing a black cowboy boots, a knee-length black skirt and a red and black striped blouse with the top button open. Neither wore much makeup although Carly had on lipstick.

"So, you three went to high school together?" asked Alexa.

"Me and Mindy did," Carly said an excited, chirpy voice. "We met Tricia in our intro English lit class at the CC."

"Oh right," Alexa said. "You all are getting your basics out of the way at the community college before transferring. Mindy mentioned that. That's smart. I wish I'd done that. I bet it's a lot less stressful."

"Yeah, my mother was pissed that I didn't want to go right the university, but I just felt like I wanted to ease into it," Mindy said. "She was pressuring me to jump in and get an engineering degree or pre-med in like three years. She just wants that cause I'm Asian, racist bitch."

"Mindy," Tricia said. "Your Mom's not that bad."

"Says you," Mindy retorted. "She never wants me to have any fun, either. That's why I'm so looking forward to tonight. I'm letting it all hang out."

"Well, it won't be hard in that dress," Tricia said, then stuck her tongue out playfully at her friend.

The four women chitchatted on the drive to the club and when they arrived, Tricia parked as close to the door as she could. There was a bouncer at the door, but none of them could figure out why, since the club wasn't serving alcohol. "I guess they don't want a bunch of high school kids crashing it," Alexa said.

They had no trouble getting in, and managed to find a booth along a back wall that was dark and out of the way. Alexa was pleasantly surprised to see that the club was fairly crowded. Not jam packed by any means, but there were plenty of young people dancing and others mingling around the bar or crowded around tables. A waitress, a pale woman with inky black hair and a nose ring, took their drink orders - four colas - and disappeared back into the mass of people.

"So, who's up for spicing things up a bit?" Alexa said, pulling a small silver flask from her purse as soon as the waitress was out of site.

"Cool," said Mindy and Carly almost simultaneously, while Tricia looked tentatively at the flask. "I don't know, I'm driving tonight," she said in an uncertain tone.

"Oh, come on," Carly said, "A little bit won't affect you that much."

"And I'll buy us some appetizers, so we're not drinking on empty stomachs. They're all on sale anyway," Alexa chimed in.

When the waitress brought their drinks, Alexa ordered nachos and cheese fries, and then, once their server had disappeared again, surreptitiously passed around the booze, each girl adding a little to their soda.

"Is this whiskey," Carly asked before tipping about a shot's worth into her glass.

"Yes, good stuff, too," Alexa said. 

They sipped their drinks for a minute or so and then two guys who looked like they'd graduated high school a couple of weeks ago, came over and asked if any of the girls wanted to dance. Alexa nudged Mindy under the seat and gave her a look, then slightly tilted her head to Tricia. Mindy got the message and turned to her redheaded friend.

"Come on Tricia, let's dance," she said, nudging Tricia so that she slid out of the booth, Mindy following her as they were sitting on the same side. They each took one of the guys' hands and headed toward the dance floor.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me," Alexa said to Carly. "You look hot tonight yourself, by the way. I meant to tell you in the car, but I thought it might give Tricia the wrong idea about me."

She grinned at the brown-haired girl sitting beside her and slowly edged her right leg a little closer to Carly's left one.

"Yes, she can come across as a tight ass sometime. The funny thing is, she knows it and she really hates it. She's always saying how she wishes people wouldn't always see her that way. I tell her she's got to loosen up then and let her hair down," said Carly, leaning in to Alexa to be heard over the music. Alexa leaned in to her so that their thighs, arms and shoulders were now pressed together.

"Why doesn't she," asked Alexa, her mouth just inches from Carly's. There was a strong sexual tension developing and Alexa was determined to feed it.

"Habit, I guess, or fear. I think she's afraid because everybody will laugh at her, you know, like she's trying to act like one of the cool kids. I know she feels excluded a lot, so we try to be extra careful to always include her in our plans."

Carly tried to keep her voice steady, but the feel of Alexa's bare skin against hers, not to mention the view she got whenever she lowered her eyes to the beautiful blonde's cleavage, was definitely affecting her. She felt a warmth begin to grow between her legs and wondered if Alexa was at all interested in girls.

Their waitress came over with two plates of food and seeing the two women sitting so cozily together, smiled warmly at them. "Here you all go. Enjoy. My name's Amy in case you need anything."

Alexa gazed into Amy's eyes and then let a small smile play across her lips, then just poked the tip of her tongue out, as if she were licking them. "Thanks, that's really sweet of you," she said.

Amy smiled seductively back, then retreated back toward the bar. Alexa laughed and nudged Carly.

"I think we gave her the wrong idea," she whispered into her companion's ear.

"Yeah, I guess we did," Carly said, trying hard to hide her own arousal and confusion. Thankfully, Mindy and Tricia returned to the booth. Both had noticed how close Carly and Alexa were sitting, but only Mindy understood what it meant. Tricia was just a little puzzled by it. But when she saw the food, she forgot about it and dug into the nachos.

"I'm starved," she said, shoveling a large chip coated in melted cheese and ground beef into her mouth.

"Eat up, ladies," Alexa said. 

For the next hour or so, the girls were regularly invited by a steady procession of young men to join them on the dance floor. None of them particularly interested Alexa, who preferred somewhat older and more experienced men, but she was happy to gyrate wildly to the music, flashing as much flesh as she dared. A great many men and almost as many women openly or covertly ogled her, which only served to boost her growing arousal.

At one point, Alexa and Mindy were left alone while Tricia and Carly danced. Alexa slid off her shoe and shoved her toe up into Mindy's incredibly wet pussy, which was easy to do since neither was wearing panties. She then leaned over the table and beckoned Mindy to her, then whispered something to the sexy Asian, whose face and breasts were shiny with sweat. In response, Mindy just grinned. Alexa then got up and disappeared into the crowd.

A minute later, Amy, their waitress appeared at their table. "Hi. Your friend said you needed to ask me a question?" She looked quizzically at Mindy.

"Yeah. I wanted to know if there's a room around here where we could go fuck. I'm dying to eat your pussy," Mindy said, smiling up at the black-haired girl, who was probably five or six years her senior.

Amy just stared at her for a second, stunned and incredibly turned on her customer's blunt proposal. When she recovered her senses, she glanced down at her watch. "There's a door at the end of the hall where the bathrooms are. Meet me there in five minutes," she said breathlessly, then hurried away, her face lit with excitement.

Carly, Tricia and Alexa all returned to the booth and Mindy slid out to led Tricia in. "Going someplace?" the redhead asked.

"Yep," said Mindy, then turned and strode away, a big smile on her face.

"What do you suppose that was about?" Tricia asked Alexa and Carly.

"Maybe she met someone and they're going to go talk," Carly suggested.

"Or make out, or more," added Alexa.

"Mindy's not like that," Tricia said, believing she was defending her friend's honor. If only she knew, Alexa thought, but said nothing.

When Mindy arrived at the designated spot, Amy was waiting for her with the metal door already cracked open. "This is the locker area where we get dressed," she whispered, then picked up a refrigerator magnet from a table just inside the door and quickly stuck it just above the door knob.

"It's the agreed upon signal to the other waitresses," Amy explained in response to Mindy's quizzical look. Mindy pondered for just a second on just how often the wait staff ended up getting laid each night, but then focused on the matter at hand.

She sat down on a beat up couch against the wall while Amy peeled off her shirt black and dropped her skirt. She was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, which she promptly removed before joining Mindy.

"I'm on my 15-minute break, so we'll have to be quick," she said. 

"Don't worry," Mindy said, then leaned in and kissed her waitress. Amy pulled down the shoulder strap of Mindy's dress while ducking her head down to suck on the girl's hard nipples. Mindy pulled her skirt up to her waist so that the waitress could dig a finger into her soaking cunt. For several minutes, they made out and fingered each other, and then Mindy dropped to her knees between Amy's legs. She began licking at her pussy, running her tongue along the opening and flicking her clit. She pushed one and then two fingers up into the older woman while continuing to lick her cunt and it wasn't long before the goth-looking waitress thrashed wildly on the couch as she came. Mindy eased back onto the couch and pulled her close for another kiss. 

"Fuck, that was great," Amy sighed, then slid down to the floor while Mindy scooted forward and spread her legs. Amy must have had some experience at this, Mindy quickly realized, because she quickly had Mindy on the verge of an orgasm, and managed to keep her there for several minutes before pushing her over the edge. Mindy ground her pussy against Amy's face as she came, leaving it slick and shiny.

"Oh wow," Mindy gasped. "I've never done anything like this before."

Amy smiled. "I'm afraid I can't say the same, but this time was a hell of a lot better than the others."

She stood up and began dressing, Mindy watching as she did so. "What do you think of my friend, Alexa?" she asked.

"Which one is that? All of your friends are really cute, but I have to admit, I am totally in lust with the blonde. I would love to spend some time with her, no offense."

"That's Alexa, and no offense taken. She's my mistress," she said, smiling at the shocked expression on Amy's face. "I'm here as part of your tip."

Mindy stood up, smooth out her dress, and then picked up a pen from a handful lying of the small table. She wrote something down on a slip of paper and gave it to the server.

"That's Alexa's number. She wanted you to know that if you're at all interested in joining our little harem, she'd be happy to welcome you. And believe me, it's totally worth it." She stepped up to Amy, now fully dressed, and gave the waitress one last, long deep kiss, then disappeared out the door. Amy stood there, looking a little puzzled and very curious about what Mindy had said, then carefully folded the phone number and slipped it into her pocket.




Alexa Moves In Ch. 02



Mindy stood up, smooth out her dress, and then picked up a pen from a handful lying of the small table. She wrote something down on a slip of paper and gave it to the server.

"That's Alexa's number. She wanted you to know that if you're at all interested in joining our little harem, she'd be happy to welcome you. And believe me, it's totally worth it." She stepped up to Amy, now fully dressed, and gave the waitress one last, long deep kiss, then disappeared out the door. Amy stood there, looking a little puzzled and very curious about what Mindy had said, then carefully folded the phone number and slipped it into her pocket.

While Mindy had been savoring Amy's charms, Tricia, Carly and Alexa were sitting at the booth, nodding their heads to the music and talking about Mindy.

"I feel for her. I know she can't stand her mother, and has almost no contact with her father. But of course, not her real father, her adoptive father. He cheated on Gail with the babysitter and that's why they moved back here. Mindy blames her mother since she's certain her father only cheated cause her mother's so frigid," Carly was saying.

"Plus her mother does really push her too hard," Tricia added. "I mean, I don't think she's as bad as Mindy sometimes makes out, but she's no picnic. Every time I'm over there, she'll make some snide comment about how Mindy shouldn't be at community college and deserves better. I think she means better friends as well."

Alexa nodded. She knew angry, cold women like Gail but she could deal with Mindy's mother. The video would see to that. Plus, the pictures Alexa had seen did not show the ugly old bitch that Mary and Mindy had described, but a woman with the potential to be rather attractive if she weren't so busy trying to look cold and intimidating, a look she featured even in family photos. Perhaps Gail just needs to get laid, she thought.

"Well, you guys can stay here, but I'm going to go outside for a cigarette," Carly said, reaching for her purse.

"I thought you gave up that disgusting habit," Tricia said, glaring at her friend. "It's gross and unhealthy."

"I know. I only do it when I drink," Carly responded, shrugging her shoulders. "I'll be right back."

"I'll go with you," Alexa said, sensing her chance.

"Don't tell me you smoke too," Tricia said in a disapproving voice.

"Well, I'm like Carly. I just do it when I drink sometimes. Anyway, it'd be good to get outside for a minute. Will you wait here for Mindy?"

Tricia looked a little hurt, feeling that once again she was forced to be the prudish outsider. "Yeah, okay. I don't want her to think we abandoned her."

"Thanks. You're a sweetheart." Alexa smiled at her and then she and Carly picked up their purses and headed for the door.

Once outside, they drew in deep breaths of the chilly night air. "Man, I didn't realize how loud it was in there," Carly said, shaking her head and rubbing one ear.

"And hot," added Alexa. "I feel like I need a shower."

Carly stepped away from the door toward where a number of other people stood smoking and talking. She extracted a cigarette and lighter.

"Wait," said Alexa. "Let's go over there."

She pointed to the poorly lit far end of the parking lot and then stepped off the curb and headed in that direction, Carly trailing behind her. Alexa led them to a low wall that ran along one side of the lot, where they sat and Carly handed a cigarette to Alexa and held out her lighter.

"So what's up with you and Mindy," Carly asked, blowing two streams of smoke out her nostrils.

"What do you mean," Alexa asked, her cigarette stopped halfway to her mouth. 

"I mean, I never would have expected her to wear a dress like that in public. Plus, the way she looks at you sometimes, it's like you're dating or something."

Alexa pulled on her cigarette and then blew a stream of smoke from the corner of her mouth. "Do you want the truth?"

"Yes, of course," Carly said. "She's my oldest friend. I want to know what's going on."

"Okay, but you have to promise me something. No matter what I tell you, first, you won't hold it against her," Alexa said. "Second, you can't freak out or anything. Mindy isn't doing anything she doesn't want to."

Carly took another puff and looked at Alexa through the smoke swirling up from her cigarette. "Okay, I agree," she said reluctantly.

"Mindy and I are lovers," Alexa said in a matter-of-fact tone. "In fact, she's my sexual slave, a willing one. There's nothing cruel or sick going on. I just give her the little extra push she needs to embrace her true sexual self."

She stared at Carly, daring her to break her vow, but Carly just sat quietly, gazing out into the night beyond Alexa. She took a final drag of her cigarette then dropped it to the ground and extinguished with her boot.

"I wondered if that was it," she said silently. "I mean, she's just been glowing all week and talking about you like you're a goddess or something. I've never seen her quite like this, but she seems happier than she's been in a long time."

Alexa nodded slowly. "It's like this. A few people are leaders, but most are followers, and there's nothing wrong with that. Mindy is a follower, and she needed someone to lead her into the life she really wants, not the one her mother wants for her. Allowing herself to serve me allows her to explore her deepest desires. I open those doors for her, that's my role."

"Sounds nice," Carly said wistfully, still staring out into the blackness.

"It is," Mindy said, then rose and took Carly's hand. She pulled her, unresisting, into the space between two large SUVs, then backed her against one and kissed her hard on the mouth. As she expected, Carly responded in kind.

After a minute or so of making out, Alexa slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushed the top down to her waist, spreading her legs wide to prevent it falling to the ground. She pulled Carly down to her breasts and Carly sucked a nipple into her mouth while she gently fondled the other.

"That's so nice," Alexa purred. "You're very beautiful, Carly."

Carly pulled her mouth off Alexa's breast and looked up at her. "You don't think I'm fat and dumpy looking?"

"God no," Alexa said, smiling down at her. "You have a luscious, sensuous body and I can't wait to explore every inch of it."

Carly smiled, and went back to sucking on Alexa's nipple until Alexa pressed gently down on her shoulders. Carly, without a word, knelt on the hard asphalt, subconsciously making sure not to dirty her skirt. Alexa lifted her dress to expose her pussy.

"You know what I want," she whispered. "Tell me what you want."

Carly took in a deep breath. She was shaking a little and her voice cracked as she spoke. "I want you. I want what Mindy has. I want to be your slave and have you guide me to a better life."

Alexa reached down and ran a finger along Carly's cheek. "So lovely," she cooed. "Now, go ahead and please me, and when you do, you become my newest pet."

Carly looked up, smiled nervously, then leaned forward and extended her tongue. She gently ran it along Alexa's opening, brushing against the neatly trimmed pubic hair, just lightly touching the swollen flesh beneath. Alexa moaned and pushed her hips forward into Carly, who licked again, harder, and then began to mix in soft kisses. As she gained confidence, her movements became more certain, her licks and kisses harder. Alexa's breathing became heavier and she whispered "use your fingers," to Carly. The brown-haired slave gently pushed a finger up into Alexa, curling it in the come-hither gesture and thereby stroking against the rough surface of her new mistress' g-spot. Alexa gasped and after a few more licks and strokes, shuddered as she came.

"That was wonderful, my pet," she said to Carly as she helped her to her feet. "Truly wonderful."

She kissed her new pet hard, tasting her juices on Carly's full lips, and they made out for several more minutes before Alexa broke the kiss and announced that they should go back inside.

"Yeah, I bet Tricia's panties are in a wad right now," Carly giggled. "Unless, of course, Mindy's already gotten them off her."

"She better not have," Alexa replied. "I want that pussy first."

They stepped back into the club, now crowded with young people, and headed back to their booth. They found Mindy and Tricia seated next to each other, heads together trying to converse over the music.

"Where have you been," Tricia demanded when they walked up. "You smoke a whole pack or something."

"Sorry, we were just talking," Alexa said, giving Mindy a mission-accomplished look. Mindy then gave Carly a broad, knowing smile; Carly grinned and looked down.

"We were thinking about maybe heading out, back to my place," Mindy said. "Maybe pick up some takeout and watch a movie, break into my mother's liquor cabinet."

"That's sound great," Alexa said. "What do you say, Carly."

"Absolutely. Let's go."

As they headed out, Mindy caught Amy's eye and winked at her. The server, balancing a tray of drinks in one hand, smiled back at her.

Once outside, Tricia slid behind the wheel while Mindy, Alexa and Carly all slid into the back seat.

"What the hell?" Tricia asked. "Why are you all back there?"

"We want to be chauffeured," Mindy responded, grinning.

"Great," muttered Tricia, sensing that once again she was being left out of the fun, a feeling that was magnified as she heard the giggling from the backseat as she pulled out onto the road. 

As they headed home, the three girls behind her kept of a steady stream of whispers and muted laughter. Tricia wasn't so much angry at this as sad; she felt like the other three were deliberately ignoring her. She stared out the windshield, trying not to look at them. Then she heard a sound she was not expecting, the sound of two people passionately kissing. 

She looked into her rear-view mirror and received the shock of her life; Carly and Alexa were locked in a tight embrace while they French-kissed each other like love-sick newlyweds.

"What the fuck" Tricia practically bellowed. "What the hell is this?"

"This is me kissing my new pet," Alexa replied airily. 

"Yeah," Carly said. "Take a chill pill and pay attention to the road."

"I don't understand," Tricia said. "When did this happen? Mindy, what's going on."

"Well, in my opinion, what's going on is that Alexa, my mistress, and Tricia, her new pet, are having a great time and ignoring me," Mindy said in a pouty voice.

"You're right," Alexa said, turning away from Carly and reaching for her other pet. "Come here, baby doll."

They too embraced and began kissing. Tricia just stared back at them until Carly barked at her. "Tricia, look out!"

Tricia pulled eyes to the front and slammed on the brakes just in time to avoid running a red light. Alexa pulled off Mindy and leaned forward, looking at Tricia in the mirror.

"Up the block, there's a strip shopping center. Pull in and park in the darkest spot you can find away from the street," she commanded.

Tricia said nothing, but when the light turned green, she drove forward and then pulled into the shopping center as instructed. She stopped, killed the engine and spun around in her seat. Before she could say anything, Alexa held up her hand.

"Tricia, don't say a word. Just listen," she said forcefully. "What you're seeing is two women embracing a new experience in their lives, exploring their limits and loving it, right girls?"

"That's right, Tricia," Mindy said. "I became Alexa's lover and pet last weekend, and this past week has been wonderful. I feel like I'm finally living the life I want. Not just sexually, but in everything. I just feel more confident, stronger, happier."

"Yeah," Carly said. "And when Alexa explained to me how she'd helped Mindy, I realized that's what I needed too. And you know what, so do you."

"No way," Tricia said, but with little force behind her words.

"Really? Because Carly tells me you are tired of always being seen as the stick-in-the-mud, the girl who's no fun, who can't let go," Alexa said. "I can help you be a different person, Tricia, but you have to trust me and, more importantly, you have to have the strength to submit to me."

"She's right, Tricia, this would be for your own good," Mindy said. "And that's from someone who doesn't want to share her mistress."

Carly caught Tricia's eye in the mirror. "Come on, you know you're not happy. Remember when your parents were out of town and we got drunk and watched porn? I saw you; I know you want to experience things like that."

Tricia just stared back at them. She felt like crying, she was so confused, but she couldn't ignore the wetness between her legs, or the yearning to be part of this new group her friends had formed. She just didn't seem to have the strength to either join them, or walk away from them. 

Alexa sensed she was on the edge and seized the moment. "Mindy, go take Tricia's place behind the wheel. Tricia, come over here."

She scooted over to where Mindy had been and turned so that her legs dangled outside the car. Tricia, her body acting almost of its own accord, opened the driver's side door and stepped out. She slowly walked around the car like a zombie, stopping directly in front of Alexa. The two women locked eyes, looking silently at each other while Mindy and Carly watched, afraid to move or make a noise.

"Tricia, less than an hour ago, Carly knelt before me and did a fantastic job of pleasuring me. Are you willing to do the same? Because if you do, I promise you that a whole new life will open up for you," Alexa said in a calm, friendly voice.

"How do I know you won't make me do things I don't want to, or treat me bad?" Tricia asked, sounding so much like a frightened little girl it almost broke Alexa's heart.

"Sweetie, that's not who I am. I'm about bringing joy and pleasure to my pets, not pain or humiliation."

Tricia stood, hardly breathing, the silence pressing down on them all. Then, she slowly knelt and leaned into Alexa. She began to lick and kiss Alexa, trying to please her despite having no idea what she was doing. But strangely, the more she did so, the happier she began to feel. It felt like she was being reborn, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. The better she felt, the greater the enthusiasm she showed as she serviced Alexa. And when Alexa finally came, Tricia almost burst into tears of pride.

"Come here," Alexa said, scooting back into the car and pulling Tricia in after her. She kissed her new pet tenderly, then with greater passion and finally, they were making out hot and heavy as Mindy put the car in gear and headed home. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she cast a glance into the rear-view mirror to see Alexa, her dress once again down to her waist, and Tricia and Carly each suckling on a breast while their hands disappeared up their new mistress' skirt. Mindy smiled, knowing it would be a fantastic night for all of them.



Alexa Moves In



"Here's what we'll do," Alexa whispered in her hear, and then reached back and deftly removed her white bikini top. "Let's try this on you."

Mary almost passed out when she felt Alexa's bare breasts brushing up against her. This was all so wrong, and yet she could not bring herself to stop it. Alexa quickly tied the bikini's straps around Mary's neck and back. She had deliberately kept the straps a little slack and now the triangles of fabric hung slightly loose over Mary's breasts, which were smaller than Alexa's.

"Well, this won't do," Alexa said, placing her fingers into the loose bikini top, as if she were just judging the fit. "Far too much room, don't you think?"

Mary didn't answer; the feel of Alexa's fingers stroking her nipples had robbed her of the ability to move, much less speak. She stood staring into the mirror, frozen by her growing lust. She realized Alexa was seducing her, but had no intention of offering any resistance.

Alexa undid and re-tied the straps, tightening the bikini top, and then placed her hands atop Mary's breasts, smoothing out the fabric and gently tugging it into place. Mary's whole body was shaking and she was seconds from collapsing at the younger woman's feet.

"There, isn't this better," Alexa whispered to her and then wrapped her arms hard around the older woman and pulled their bodies together. She began laying gentle kisses along Mary's neck and then whispered in her ear, "I want you Mary, and I know you want me. You've been lusting for me since the night we met, haven't you?"

Mary wanted to deny it, wanted to reassert some kind of control over her life, but looking at Alexa in the mirror, she knew that was impossible. So she just nodded her head and then stared down at her feet, suddenly ashamed at her inability to resist these feelings.

Alexa released Mary and stepped back, sitting on the edge of the Stevenson's marital bed. Mary turned to face her, still unable to look the younger woman in the face.

"I've known women like you. They've all looked at me exactly as you do. And they all end up on their knees, begging me to give them a taste of my pussy. Is that what you want, Mary? Do you want to lick me down there?" Alexa's voice was taunting, demanding and Mary could only nod her head more vigorously.

"Then say it," Alexa commanded. "Admit to yourself and me what you want."

"I, I want to...to lick your pussy," Mary said hesitantly. 

Alexa sadly shook her head, disappointment writ large on her face. Experience had taught her that now was the time to batter down any last shreds of resistance, to come down hard on her new slave, to push her into submission.

"Is that how you ask me for access to this treasure," she said angrily, spreading her legs even wider. "Jesus Christ, Mary. We both know what you want, so just stop being a mousy little housewife and tell me exactly what you want to do."

For a moment, the older woman stood immobile, her eye squeezed shut, a single tear running down her cheek. Then Mary took a deep breath, lowered herself to her knees, and looked up directly into Alexa's beautiful eyes.

"Alexa, I want to eat your pussy. I want to feast on it. You are the most beautiful and accomplished young woman I've ever met and I want to be your slave, your plaything. I want to spend hours, days making love to you. I want to worship you as the goddess you are."

Variations of this speech had been bouncing around in Mary's head for more than a week. Perhaps not in this format, nor delivered in this setting, but the sentiments were consistent and completely true.

"Was that so hard," Alexa said, beaming down at her newest slave. "But before you make that final commitment, know this. Once you submit to me, you submit totally. My wishes are your commands, to be obeyed without question or hesitation. You do what I say, wear what I say, and fuck who I say."

Mary's eyes went wide at the last few words, but then she nodded her agreement. "Yes mistress. I will follow your commands. I will be your complete slave."

"And you won't regret it," Alexa said warmly. "You're bored, Mary, bored with this middle-class existence, your mundane job, your unsatisfying marriage and especially your pathetic excuse for a sex life. But all that changes now."

Alexa ran a finger along the rim of her pussy and smiled at the woman kneeling before her.

"Now, come and get your reward."

Mary looked hungrily at Alexa's gleaming pussy, fringed by a thin layer of blonde pubic hair, her labia swollen with arousal. Pushing her face forward into her treasure before her, she stuck out her tongue and gave a long, tentative lick along Alexa's lips, pushing just deep enough to get a taste of her mistress's juices. The minute the taste and scent hit her, she could not fathom how anyone could live without access to this exquisite nectar. 

She was worried that after so many years, she would have lost the knack for pleasing a woman, although her former professor had claimed she was one of the best cunt munchers she'd ever known. Thankfully, those skills were still buried somewhere within her and it took only a minute or two of licking and kissing Alexa up and down her pussy for them to reemerge. When they did, she voraciously made love to her new mistress with all the tools at her disposal - tongue, lips, teeth and fingers. It wasn't long before Alexa's body stiffened and then jerked, her thighs gripping Mary's head as she came.

"Jesus, slave that was fucking good. Have you done that before," Alexa asked, amazed at Mary's skills. Her new pet swelled with pride as she smiled up at her mistress.

"In college, mistress. I had two lesbian lovers. I'd forgotten how sweet a woman tastes. Thank you for reminding me."

"I'm glad you liked it, because you'll be doing that a lot, including tonight. What time does Allen get home from golfing?"

"At about three, mistress."

"Then we've got a couple of more hours. Get out of those shorts and get on this bed." Alexa gave Mary a lewd leer and lay back on the bed, shoving the still unfolded pile of laundry onto the floor. Mary quickly joined her and the two women began to passionately kiss and fondle each other. Mary had not felt so alive in years and came quickly when Alexa inserted two fingers into her slave's snatch and began finger fucking her.

Later, Mary went down on Alexa again, and was surprised when Alexa returned the favor. Alexa knew some mistresses would not give their slaves such a treat, but she liked to reward submission. She also enjoyed the taste of pussy, so her slaves were well cared for in that regard.

Mary lay naked and deliriously happy on her bed, watching the most important person in her life now put her bikini back on. Alexa smiled at her newest conquest, pleased with how the day had gone.

"I'm going to go take a nap, and I'm meeting some friends for dinner. But I'll be back by ten, so by ten-thirty I want you at the guest house, dressed in the sexiest outfit you have."

Mary's brow furrowed and she started to speak, but Alexa held up a hand and gave her a stern look. "No, I don't want to hear about how Allen might get suspicious or catch you. Figure it out, understand. The best slaves are resourceful. If you really want me to fuck you again, you'll find a way."

"Of course, Mistress," Mary said. "I'll be there, I promise."

"And if Allen does catch you, it won't be the end of the world. You should know that I intend to enslave your husband. He wants me as bad as you did," Alexa said, and when she saw the hurt look on Mary's face, quickly added, "Don't worry. I'm far more interested in you. But wouldn't you like it if Allen became a better husband? The two of us will ensure he does. Plus, when I'm not around, you will be his mistress."

Mary smiled at the thought of her husband on his knees, eating her out. He rarely performed cunninglingus anymore but that would soon change, she decided.

"As you wish, mistress. I will do anything I can to make that happen," Mary said.

"I know you will. I'll see you tonight," Alexa said, then stepped from the room.

Mary remained in her bed for another hour, masturbating while she replayed the morning's events in her head. Then she showered, tore through her drawers and closet looking for just the right ensemble to please Alexa, and plotted how to keep her husband from interfering in her evening activities.

Allen did not return home until almost 5 p.m., well past when Mary had expected him. He came through the door in a good mood, kissing her, yawning, and suggesting that he might go take a nap and then they could go to dinner. But those plans did not suit Mary, so she immediately launched into her husband, provoking an argument about his tardiness. It wasn't as if she actually cared when he got home - if he had stayed over at a friend's she would have been thrilled - but she didn't want him well rested this evening and she was not about to go out and risk missing her appointment with Alexa. So she berated him for not calling her, and he of course got defensive, and a fifteen minutes later she stormed into their bedroom and slammed the door while he retreated to his basement office, wondering what the hell just happened.

Around six-thirty, Mary crept downstairs and began making dinner and then poured a scotch on the rocks, which she took down to Allen's office. She gently knocked on the door and put a warm smile on her face when he pulled it open, a frown on his face.

"Honey, I'm sorry I overreacted," she said as sweetly as she could. "Here, I brought you a drink, and we'll be having dinner in a just a bit."

"Well, gee, thanks," he said in a slightly confused tone. This was not at all like Mary, who could hold a grudge for days sometimes. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I should have. What are we having for dinner, anyway?"

"Your favorite, meat loaf and potatoes. Now you just relax down here and I'll come get you when it's ready."

She turned and headed back up the basement stairs, feeling her husband's puzzled stare on her back. She was tempted to wiggle her ass a little - thanks to Alexa, she was feeling sexier than she had in a long while - but didn't want to give him any ideas. She knew he had probably had a few beers after golf, and the scotch, plus another at dinner, mixed with a crushed-up nighttime cold pill, should just about guarantee that she and Alexa would be left undisturbed for the rest of the night.

The plan worked perfectly. She was all charm and smiles over dinner and he ate well, then accepted the second scotch afterward with a slice of cheesecake and by nine, was hardly able to keep his eyes open. At 10 p.m., they headed for the bedroom, where they both changed into pajamas and laid down. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, gently snoring.

Mary got up and headed downstairs, where she quickly changed into the clothes she had hidden earlier, stashing the pajamas for when she returned to her marital bed. At exactly 10:25 p.m., she knocked gently on their guest house door.

"Come in, my pet," a soft voice called out.

Gently, self-consciously, she pushed upon the door and stepped into the small, tastefully adorned main room of the guest house. It held a small sofa and arm chair, in which her mistress sat, her legs lewdly splayed over the arms, her cunt on full wanton display to anyone who might have come through the door. Alexa closed it behind her and immediately fell to her knees.

"A few minutes early, my pet. I like that," Alexa purred, dipping one finger along her swollen pussy and then seductively sucking it into her mouth. "Stand up and let me look at your outfit."

As instructed, Mary had chosen the sexiest clothing she had, thigh-high black fishnets, sheer black panties and a see-thru black baby doll that ended at her hips, all purchased for an anniversary celebration several years ago. She had considered adding stilettos, but didn't really have a pair she though appropriate. She had, however, quickly done her hair and makeup once Allen had passed out. She nervously spun slowly, holding her arms out so as to give her mistress the best possible view.

"Nice, very nice. Despite what you think, you are a very sexy woman, Mary," Alexa said softly. Mary felt absurdly proud at having pleased her mistress, and a deep wave of affection for Alexa washed over her. Allen rarely praised her appearance much these days.

"Come, my pet," Alexa said, looking directly into Mary's eyes. "Kneel before me and reaffirm your loyalty."

Without hesitation, Mary walked purposefully to Alexa, dropped back down to her knees and bent forward, running her tongue along Alexa's pussy and then pressing it between the engorged lips, once again enraptured by the taste and feel of her mistress' sex. She orally worshiped Alexa for several minutes before working first one finger and then another into the beautiful coed, whose moaning had grown louder the longer Mary serviced her. Finally, Alexa pulled her legs off the arms and wrapped them around her landlady, pulling her in tighter, and then her body bucked as an orgasm flashed through her. She ground her slick pussy into Mary's face, but she didn't stop pleasuring her mistress until ordered to do so.

"That was fantastic," Alexa said, fondly stroking Mary's hair as the older woman's head rested on her thigh. "Someday I want to hear all about your time in college, because somebody taught you really well. Now, let's go to bed. I've got more in store for you."

The more included an intense make-out session, the two women's licking, sucking and gently biting each other's lips, tongues and breasts. Then Alexa pulled a double-headed blood-red dildo from her bedside table and inserted one end into herself and the other into Mary. The two women lay side by side, slowly and sensually fucking themselves on the toy while they continuing to make out and explore each other's bodies with their hands. 

Mary had already had three orgasms, but was more pleased that she had given at least four to her mistress, when Alexa rolled away from her and removed the dildo. She grabbed it in the center and held it out to her new slave.

"Clean it," she said authoritatively.

Mary extended her tongue and began to lick all along the section that had been inserted into her own pussy, then sucked as much as she could into her mouth, marveling at how much her own juices differed in taste from Alexa's, but not in a bad way. Still, she enjoyed far more cleaning the end that had had the pleasure of being inside her mistress, and she made doubly certain that she didn't miss a drop of Alexa's deliciousness.

"You are going to make a wonderful pet," Alexa said, pulling Mary to her and giving her a deep kiss. 

The two women dozed for a little while, and when they awoke, made love again, Mary going down on her mistress for the third time that day while Alexa fingered her new slave to another orgasm. 

"I suppose you better get back inside," Alexa told Mary. "Perhaps I will steal you away from Allen for a while tomorrow."

"I'd like that. I wish I wasn't committed to church tomorrow, he's meeting an old college friend for a late brunch, so we could have all morning."

"So maybe I'll steal you away from the church instead," Alexa said. "Or does god come first?"

"You will always come first," Mary said earnestly. "Truth be told, I'm not really religious. We joined the congregation because some of our friends go there. It's more a social thing for us. I'd skip it but I promised Mindy, my niece, I'd pick her up and take her. But I can call and cancel in the morning if you like."

Alexa's brows furrowed as she considered the possibilities raised by this new information. "No, no, don't do that. But tell me about your niece. You mentioned her in passing. She's the young Asian woman in the photograph hanging on the hallway wall, correct? "What's the story there? Did your sister marry someone from over there?"

Mary frowned, clearly recalling unpleasant memories. 

"No, her ex is from Kentucky. They adopted Mindy from an orphanage when she was maybe two. I think it was somewhere in southeast Asia, but I don't know the details. I only met her last year," Mary said. "My sister and I were estranged for many years, pretty much since she left for college. We only started speaking again last year, when she moved here after her dirt bag husband left her for one of Mindy's teachers. When she arrived, she had Mindy, which was when I learned I had a niece."

Alexa had watched Mary's face while she told the tale and saw anger and bitterness, but something else, something she couldn't quite decipher. But she had a hunch, and Alexa always trusted her instincts, as they had rarely failed her.

"She's very pretty, isn't she," she casually said to Mary.

"Yes, yes she's quite a beautiful young woman. Very shy and introverted, but really a wonderful girl," Mary replied. She did so in an almost dreamy tone, as if she was describing a celebrity on whom she had a serious crush, and Alexa knew she'd been correct.

"Hey, why don't I join you two tomorrow? A little religion wouldn't kill me and I'd like to get to know Mindy."

Mary turned toward her, happiness shining in her eyes. "That would be great, mistress. I'd love you to meet Mindy. I'm sure you'd get along."

"Great. What time should I meet you tomorrow morning?"

"Let's say 8:30 a.m. in the kitchen," Mary said. "That gives us plenty of time to pick up Mindy and make it to church."

"It's a date. And now you better get back to Allen," Alexa said. Mary got up and began dressing in what little clothing she had brought. 

"Oh, and Mary," Alexa said, looking directly into her slave's eyes as she spoke. "From now on, no panties without my permission. And you don't have it for tomorrow, understood?"

Mary looked back at her and then gave her a playful grin. "Of course, mistress. Your wish is my command."

The next morning, Alexa greeted Mary as she walked into the Stevenson kitchen. "My, don't you look nice," she said.

Mary blushed a little. She was wearing a pale yellow silk blouse with a grey, knee length skirt and sandals. She wore a gold cross on a thin chain and small gold hoops in her ears.

"Now, lift up your skirt and let me see if you can follow instructions," Alexa ordered.

Mary immediately pulled her skirt up above her waist. She was wearing flesh-colored thigh-highs and her neatly trimmed pussy was in full view to her mistress.

"Excellent. Now, unbutton two more buttons on your blouse."

Mary looked a little concerned, since this meant that she would be showing quite a lot of cleavage, even with her smaller bust, but complied without question. Her mistress had her reasons, and it was not her role to question them.

Twenty minutes later, the two women pulled up to a small, ranch-style home in a pleasant neighborhood. Standing on the curb was a tall, very thin young woman with long, black hair that hung down almost two her waist. Mindy Lee was wearing an ankle-length brown skirt and a blue blouse buttoned up to her collar. Her features were delicate, with a small nose and thin lips. Her eyes were a deep brown and she had small breasts that barely showed beneath her shirt.

When Mary pulled up, she glanced in surprise at Alexa, sitting in the passenger seat, but pulled open the rear door without hesitation and slid in. "Good morning, Aunt Mary," she said in a slight voice with no trace of an accent.

"Good morning Mindy. I'd like you to meet Alexa. She's the student that's living in our guest house this summer," Mary said, turning back and smiling at her niece. "Alexa, this is my niece, Mindy."

Alexa turned to look at Mindy and immediately saw that the girl's eyes were fixed on Mary's breasts, which were clearly exposed thanks to Mary's loose blouse and the sheer white bra that she wore.

Mindy reluctantly pulled her eyes off of her aunt's cleavage and faced this new girl. Like Mary, she was initially stunned by Alexa's deep blue eyes and her overall beauty. "It's...nice to meet you," she managed to stammer.




Alexa Moves In



"You know what?" Alexa said as if she'd just had a brilliant idea. "I'm going to jump in the back, Mary, so Mindy and I can get to know each other. " She threw upon her door and ran around to the rear driver's side door before either Mary or Mindy could say anything. Once in the car, she slid over and threw her arms around the surprised Mindy.

"It's wonderful to meet you too," she whispered in the young girl's ear. "Mary has told me so much about you."

Then, further shocking Mindy, Alexa gave her a quick peck on the lips before sliding back to her seat behind Mary. "Well, we'd better get going, I guess," she said.

As Mary drove, Alexa asked Mindy a few questions about her background, hobbies and what she was studying, but as Mindy seemed too shy to really engage in conversation, she lapsed into silence. But she quietly watched Mindy, who cast surreptitious glances at both her aunt and her aunt's tenant. Alexa could clearly see the desire in Mindy's eyes, both for Mary and herself, and she decided to ratchet Mindy's lust up a bit. 

Alexa was wearing a light, sleeveless blue and white knee-length dress with white thigh-high stockings and shoes. She pretended to stare out the windshield while her right hand slowly pulled the hem of her skirt up until the tops of her stockings were exposed. She scratched at an imaginary itch, to give some pretense for her action, while watching Mindy's reaction in the rearview mirror. It was all she had hoped for.

Mindy's eyes grew wide and she could not stop herself from staring at the firm, bronzed thigh, the elastic of the stocking pressing ever so slightly into the flesh. She self-consciously pressed her legs together, trying to somehow ease the need growing in her loins. She desperately wanted to ease over toward Alexa and stroke the exposed skin with just the tips of her fingers. It looked so soft and smooth, and kissable.

Her aunt's new tenant fascinated Mindy. She looked much like one of the girls who had bullied the shy Asian teenager throughout high school, only Alexa was a thousand times more beautiful. Mindy had often been the subject of teasing and hurtful taunts, especially by the prettier girls. To this day, she flinched when she saw a cheerleader, for they had been among the worst of her tormentors. Yet she also had often had fantasies about those same girls, dreams in which they had ravished her body, forcing her to do unspeakable things, and always she woke up and masturbated to the images in her head. She may have flinched when she saw a cheerleader, but she also always got a little wet.

When she wasn't fantasizing about those girls, she was fostering erotic thoughts about her aunt, whom she found to be warm, loving, generous and pretty, everything her adoptive mother was not. When Mary had revealed so much cleavage to her, Mindy had thought she might cream herself, so thrilled was she. And now, she could not decide which of the two women in the car with her she would rather be with; the thought that she might be with both never crossing her mind.

When they arrived at church, Alexa asked Mindy if she would not mind going ahead, as she wanted to talk to Mary about something regarding her lease. As soon as her niece was far enough away, Mary turned to Alexa with a questioning look.

"We're seducing Mindy today," Alexa told her bluntly. "Do you have any problem with that? And before you answer, know that she has the hots for you. It's obvious."

Mary drew in a deep breath. In truth, she had on more than one occasion dreamed of fucking her niece, who exuded an exotic sensuality of which the young woman was completely oblivious. Now she understood why Alexa had ordered her to unbutton her blouse this morning.

"I'll do anything I can, mistress," she said, wondering what Alexa had in mind.

"Good. Now button up your shirt and let's go."

The two women strode up the walkway to the church, and once inside, Mary introduced Alexa to a number of friends and acquaintances. Alexa was all smiles and charm, carefully considering each of Mary's friends as potential slave material. Several were quite good looking including one red-headed MILF with large breasts and twinkling green eyes. Alexa was sure the woman had been giving her glances the entire time she and Mary mingled before the service. 

Mindy had disappeared into a corner with another young woman. Alexa came over to them, Mindy watching her the whole time.

"Who's this," Alexa asked warmly, holding out her hand to the new girl.

"This is Carly, one of my friends from school," Mindy said, eyes downcast. Carly was shorter than either Mindy or Alexa, with short curly brown hair, full lips, and very prominent breasts. "Carly, this is Alexa. She's living with my aunt and uncle."

"Well, I'm renting their guest house," Alexa said laughing. "I would want you to get the wrong idea."

Mindy blushed, but Carly just smiled. "It's nice to meet you too. Must be nice, living out by the pool all by yourself."

"It has its benefits," Alexa replied, then turned as she noticed people beginning to stream into the nave. "Well, looks like we'd better find your aunt, Mindy."

They found Mary seated in a pew towards the rear of the church, which she had chosen thinking that Alexa would prefer to be closer to the exit. Alexa slid in behind her with Mindy to her left, on the far end of the cushioned wooden bench. There they dutifully followed along with the service, singing the hymns and reciting prayers, then sitting through what Alexa found to be an interminably long sermon that focused on resisting modern temptations. She playfully caught the minister's eye several times, always giving him a teasing smile when she did so.

Just after the sermon wrapped up, she decided to make her move. She spoke softly to Mary so that Mindy could not hear, and then turned and leaned toward the girl. "We're going to the bathroom. Take me to the one furthest from here. Bring your purse, you won't be coming back," she whispered in a hard, demanding tone.

Mindy looked shocked and just stared at the blonde for a second, but then dutifully picked up her purse, quietly stood and walked toward the doors at the rear of the nave. She led Alexa down a hallway, past classrooms used for adult Sunday school classes to the less-used bathrooms by a large room where meetings were sometimes held. She pushed open the door and turned to Alexa as she followed.

"What is..." she started to say, but Alexa roughly pushed her against the wall, and then kissed her hard, shoving her tongue into the surprised girl's mouth. For a second, Mindy just stood there passively accepting Alexa's actions, but then her instincts and need took over and she began returning the kisses with all the passion she had. For a minute or more, the two young women made out, then Alexa pulled away, turned to the door and locked it. Mindy remained standing against the wall, not sure what to do next. 

"Unbutton your shirt all the way, and drop your skirt" Alexa ordered.

Mindy did so immediately, acting almost on autopilot. She wore a plain white bra that easily contained her small breasts. Her panties would have been equally uninteresting but for the fact that they were soaked through the front with her juices. Alexa smiled at the site, and then pulled the bra up over her breasts. Mindy's nipples were a dark against her light brown skin and Alexa leaned over and sucked first one and then the other into her mouth.

"Oh god," Mindy gasped, wrapping her arms around Alexa's head. The blonde immediately pulled back and grabbed the younger girl's wrists, holding them firm against the wall then continued to lick and bite her tiny breasts.

Suddenly Alexa released her and stepped back two paces. She looked Mindy directly in the eye, but Mindy could not hold her gaze and bent her head to gaze at the floor.

"Look me in the eye," Alexa commanded, and to Mindy's surprise, she obeyed.

"Yes, you'll do nicely. You're very sexy, your aunt and I both agree on that," Alexa said matter-of-factly. Mindy blushed and her stomach, already churning with excitement and desire, did several flips at the mention of her aunt.

"Thank you," she softly whispered, not sure what else to say.

"I know what you want, "Alexa said in a softer voice. "You don't want to be the good little girl anymore, right? You want to let loose, be a little wild?"

Mindy nodded her head yes. She chafed under her mother's strict rules and longed to be able to break out of the shell in which she had entombed herself for protection in high school.

"But you don't have the strength. I can help you with that, if you'll let me," Alexa continued. "I have done the same thing for your aunt. Yesterday, I took Mary as my slave. She spent hours licking my pussy and worshipping my body. She loved it, and so will you."

Mindy stared, not believing what Alexa had said. Her Aunt Mary was a willing sex slave who had fucked her tenant? She tried to picture it and unexpectedly found that she could. Alexa was so strong and gorgeous it was actually easy to see others kneeling to her, worshiping her. It was easy to envision herself doing so.

"You are going to be my pet, and once you are, you and your aunt will both pleasure me, and each other, whenever I say so, understood?"

Mindy looked into those piercing blue eyes, which had torn through the shy, innocent good girl façade she had built and exposed her darkest, most prurient desires and fantasies.

"Yes," she gasped out, suddenly more aroused than she'd ever been in her young life.

"Tell me what you want to be," Alexa demanded, glaring at her soon-to-be slave.

Mindy dropped to her knees, looking up to Alexa's face.

"I want to be your pet. I want you to ravish me, do whatever you want with me, use me for your pleasure. Make me your slut, your sex slave," she said in a surprisingly clear and firm voice.

"Very good," Alexa purred, then hopped onto the counter, pulled up her skirt and spread her legs, exposing her bare pussy for, like Mary, she had worn no panties. "Now, come pleasure me."

Mindy jumped to her feet and bent forward so that she could bury her face in her new mistress' pussy. Although inexperienced, she had watched a lot of lesbian porn and she licked and kissed all around Alexa's swollen labia, sliding her tongue between the engorged lips and lapping up her juices. She flicked her tongue around Alexa's clit, and then gently sucked it into her mouth. It took her awhile, but eventually Alexa felt her body tense and she wrapped her hands in Mindy's hair and pulled her into her cunt, rubbing her juices all over her new pet's face as she came.

She hopped down and gently pushed Mindy back, then smoothed her dress. "I've got to get back. You stay here, hide in the stall. Don't wash your face but feel free to get yourself off as many times as you wish. I'll explain you aren't feeling well, and we'll leave as soon as the service ends. Surely to god it's almost over by now."

"Okay," Mindy said.

"The proper response is, yes mistress," Alexa corrected.

"I'm sorry mistress," Mindy replied, a look of distress on her face.

"It's okay. You'll learn. I will teach you a lot in the coming months, don't worry about that," Alexa said, then unlocked the door and slipped out. Mindy, her skirt still around her ankles, shuffled into a stall, closed the door, and began fingering herself vigorously, replaying the events in her head.

Alexa slipped back into the nave just as the congregation was finishing the final hymn and sat down next to Mary, who gave her a questioning look. Alexa smiled wickedly, then leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Your niece is now my slave. She's in the bathroom, probably finger fucking herself right now. If anyone asks, she's not feeling well and we need to leave quickly."

Mary nodded and smiled, thinking of all the possibilities this development opened up. How her bitch sister would hate the idea of her daughter willingly kneeling between Mary's legs, her pretty young face covered in her aunt's pussy juice. Mary felt her cunt getting wetter at the thought.

When the service was finally over, they fled the nave as quickly as possible and while Mary made her quick goodbyes, Alexa fetched a flushed and obviously aroused Mindy from the bathroom. They walked quickly to the car and Alexa directed Mary and Mindy to the back seat while she took the keys and slid behind the wheel. 

As soon as she pulled out of the parking lot, she ordered Mary and Mindy to remove their tops and bras. "Don't worry, the windows are tinted, remember. And besides, I'll take little used streets back home.

"Mary, it may interest you to know that your niece's face is covered in my pussy juices, and her fingers are probably covered in her own. Why don't you help her clean up?"

Mary grinned and turned to her niece. "My pleasure," she said, and then pulled Mindy to her. Aunt and niece began to kiss passionately, and Mary licked all around Mindy's mouth, savoring the flavor of her mistress that she found there. She then sucked clean all of the young girl's fingers, relishing in the taste of a second pussy in less than 24 hours.

As she drove, Alexa continually monitored the action in the back seat, watching in the rear-view mirror as her slaves kissed and fondled each other. Mindy was especially drawn to Mary's breasts and she kept licking and sucking her aunt's hard nipples. At some point, Mary had pulled Mindy's hand to her pussy and was now grinding up against her niece' s hand as Mindy fingered her. On several occasions, Alexa ordered them to lie down and eventually they just stayed that way, bodies pressed together, the sounds of their passion filling the car.

Once they got to Mary's house, they found a voice mail from Allen informing his wife that he wouldn't be home until late afternoon. Apparently, he had learned his lesson from their earlier argument, and Mary was thrilled at the news. The three women quickly moved into the guest house, where Alexa pulled on a strap-on, proceeding to fuck first Mindy and then Mary while they ate out each other. They then took turns going down on Alexa, one devouring her mistress' cunt while the other licked and sucked her breasts. Finally, Alexa had Mary and Mindy impale themselves on the double-headed dildo and fucked each other while she watched, casually rubbing her pussy while her slaves bucked like mustangs, screwing like wild women, lost completely in their lust. Mindy was almost screaming, "fuck me Aunt Mary, fuck me," while Mary just kept moaning "oh god, oh god," while she obeyed her niece's demands.

Finally sated, the two women lay on either side of their mistress, softly stroking her body and giving her gentle kisses, occasionally smiling at each other.

"I'm so glad you came into our lives, mistress," Mary said. "This has been the happiest weekend of my life."

"Me too," Mindy echoed. "It's like I'm actually living for the first time. I love you mistress."

"And I am happy to have two such lovely and devoted slaves," Alexa said, stroking their hair and looking at one then the other. "We have many more weekends ahead of us. This is just the beginning of a long and wonderful relationship."