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Allison Ch. 03

By: shysub19



I shook with fear and anticipation, wondering what that meant. "Please ... I couldn't help myself ..."

"Well you were supposed to, so you didn't listen, did you?" She teased, her fingers rubbing my extremely sensitive clit. I jumped as soon as I felt her touch and pleaded because it hurt. "No! No, stop!" I begged, squirming around only to be held down with her other arm.

She stopped and locked eyes with me, glaring into mine. "What was that?" She asked in a deep tone, as I realized this was probably a form of my punishment and I closed my eyes. Her fingers were still at work as she spoke and I spasmed involuntarily, as I was extremely sensitive.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered, falling onto my back to endure the torture.

"Beg me to keep going." She said as I winced. She knew my clit would be extremely sensitive after the orgasm.

"P-p-please con-t-tinue," I whispered, feeling her hand tightly holding my wrists above my head.

After about a minute of this, the pain had gone and she could tell I was starting to build another orgasm again. I felt her release her hold on me and her fingers were taken away. I opened my eyes just in time to see her flipping me over. I was confused, but laid in the position she wanted. Without warning, she pulled me off the bed by my ankles so that my hips rested against the edge of the bed. My feet touched the floor and my chest was pressed to the mattress.

"Tell me you want to be spanked," she said, unzipping my dress.

Another wave of humiliation rode over me as I closed my eyes. "I don't want to be spanked." I lied, my pussy betraying my words.

"Mmm, you don't like this?" She asked in amusement, and I could hear her approach my vulnerable body. My legs were together, but I still felt incredibly exposed. Her words ripped through me every time she spoke.

"No," I lied again, digging my face deeper into the mattress.

Suddenly I felt her hands pulling my ass cheeks apart, giving her a better view of my pussy. "It looks like you love this," she teased, teasing my opening with the tip of her finger. Oh wow, I couldn't breathe for a second. That felt good. I wanted her fingers to penetrate further, but wouldn't dare tell her that.

Little did I know, I didn't need to say anything. She saw the creamy substance seaping from my lips and I heard another small chuckle. "Mmm ..." she smiled again, continuing with her fingers, taking her time with my degradation. She investigated every inch of my pussy thoroughly. I laid there, getting close to another orgasm as I felt her fingers poking and slipping into my drenching, gaping pussy.

Without warning, she took her fingers away again. "I can't help myself. Your pussy is so tight and sweet."

I closed my eyes with these words, spasming gently with the thought of being punished.

She pulled my dress up over my ass and ran her hands over my soft skin before I suddenly felt a sharp sting and I let out a scream.

"If you think that's bad," she chuckled, "Then you're definitely new to this," she whispered, leaning over me.

I wriggled in my place, holding onto the sheets with my hands.

"Have you ever been spanked before?" She asked softly. I turned to look at her - she hadn't spoken that way to me before that.

"No," I answered truthfully.

"Well you don't know what you've been missing," She whispered again, pressing into me while she was leaning, and I could feel her breasts against my back. She was turning me on, I couldn't believe it. "You like being treated like this," she observed, "And you make for an excellent submissive."

I didn't say anything. I just awaited what she was going to do next.

"Mmm," she moaned to herself, giving me another lighter slap.

My eyes widened. That felt so good. I wanted more.

Slowly the spanking got stronger and I was moaning instead of screaming. All of my partners, which had been very few, had never explored this variety of treatment, and I was finding myself hopelessly addicted already. I wished I had found this fantasy earlier.

After she stopped, she flipped me over again and looked into my eyes, holding my wrists above my head again.

"I like you," She grinned, keeping eye contact as she slid her hand up my dress.

I smiled, parting my lips slightly. I didn't know the proper reaction. "I like you too."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"I needed to lay down," she shouted, crawling onto the bed with me, inbetween my legs, still leaning over me. She pushed two fingers inside of me again, thrusting quickly. "Shh," she smiled at me, knowing I would have to be quiet, and she was making it very difficult.

"Well I heard someone screaming I think. I just came to check it out," the man said through the door, worried about his guests. "Are you sure you're okay? It sounded like someone was in there with you."

She was quickly bringing me to another orgasm. I couldn't believe the hold she had on me and how quickly she could make me cum. That had never happened to me before. I pressed my lips together, pleading silently with myself to behave and not to moan out loud. She saw my control and started fucking me even harder. I let out a small moan as I turned my head and shut my eyes.

"I'm fine," she said in a surprisingly normal way, given the cirmumstance.

"Okay," he said, giving up and leaving.

"Good girl," she said, hovering over me with her fingers still inside of me, pumping in and out.

I trembled with those words. It felt so good for her to commend my efforts. All I really wanted to do right now was please her. "I w-want to go d-d-downnn on you," I whimpered, wanting more than anything to return some of this pleasure to her. It seemed like she was being rather gentle with me, seeing as I had never been with a woman before, and she could tell.

She pushed her fingers all the way in and looked down to me with a grin, arching her brow. "You want to eat me out?"

"I want to m-make you scream t-too," I whispered, feeling her loosen her hold on my wrists.

"Okay," she smiled, getting off of me as she brought her fingers to my mouth. "Lick." 

And I did. I opened my lips and started at her fingers with my tongue. She slowly eased them into my mouth, allowing me to lick them clean. After she moved to the headboard, laying on the pillow she had used before. She wanted to keep her head up, I assumed, to keep an eye on me and help me with it. I had no idea what I was doing really. "Have you ever done this before?"

I swallowed hard, getting up on all fours as she pulled her own pants off, throwing them to the side. Before she could slip her panties off, I reached out and hooked my own thumbs under the sides, working them slowly off of her hips. It was much slower than she had done with the pants, teasingly. She watched me with affection as my eyes marveled at every inch being exposed. As I pulled them down her legs, she unclasped her bra and threw it with the rest of the clothes. I looked at her with my mouth hanging opened. She was so beautiful.

"Allison," she said, snapping me out of my trance.

"Oh," I said, remembering her question, "No. No I haven't. But I want to do this for you."

She smiled, apparently pleased with me. "Good girl." I shuddered with happiness and put my hands on her knees, looking up for her approval.

She smiled and opened her legs for me. Holy shit. I gasped and my eyes widened at the same time. I felt a tingle down my spine when I saw her expose herself to me and I leaned in - I couldn't help myself. I leaned further down and let my tongue out to lick her clit. She moaned gently, gathering my hair in her hands and holding it to the side so she could watch. I thought she would tell me I was bad for starting without permission because she liked controlling me, but instead she encouraged me.

"Yes, very good Allison," she said, trying to pay attention to the technique I was using at the same time as enjoying the sensations.

I smiled and closed my mouth over her clit, continuing to flick my tongue over it. I didn't know if she would like it, but I knew I would. I just thought about what I would want if I was getting oral. She seemed very pleased, her body writhing beneath me. I pulled back for a second, my eyes taking in the beautiful sight before me. I went back in, flattening my tongue and licking from her sweet pussy up to her clit. She let out a husky moan and I did it again. I could feel her juicy cum against my tongue and I loved the feeling.

"You've never ... done this before? ..." she whispered, still holding my hair to the side. I loved that I could get her panting.

I shook my head with my tongue still in contact with her clit and she tilted her head back, trying to concentrate.

I licked her again, up to her clit and resumed the flicking of my tongue as I felt her orgasm slowly build up.

"Inside ... I want your tongue inside of me," she breathed, her body losing control.

I nodded and did as I was told. I pulled away for a moment, biting my lip as I opened her gently with my fingers before delving my tongue inside of her. It was really tight, and I couldn't fit my tongue in very far, but I moved it against the walls of her pussy and she seemed to like that. In and out, I bobbed my head as I kept with the rhythm. She started trembling as she blurted out the only word she could speak, "C-c-clit ..."

I understood, moving to her clit and quickly vibrating my tongue against it.

"Fingers," she whispered, nearly at her climax.

I listened again, assuming she wanted my fingers inside of her. I pushed one finger inside, thrusting quickly before adding another. She was so whet I smiled inwardly. I was so happy I could get her worked up to the point where she could only whisper one word at a time.

I pumped my fingers in and out, still using my tongue on her wanting clit. She started moaning louder, pushing my face into her as gently as she could while she began to feel the onset of her orgasm. She was surprisingly delicate with me, given her state. I could tell she was about to cum because I felt her tighten around my fingers. I kept them in, curling them up once they were in as far as they would go, so I could stimulate her g-spot. I continued with my tongue until I heard a final scream and then saw her relax entirely into the mattress. I took my fingers out and brought them to my mouth. She watched as I cleaned them off, smiling and panting at the same time.

"You're good at that," she said, trying to sit up again.

I smiled and nodded appreciatively, my messy hair cascading down over my shoulder. "Thanks."

"And I don't give out compliments to just anybody," she smirked. I smiled back.

Allison Ch. 04



Allison had felt separated from herself for the past while. After her amazing experience with Megan at Helen's party, she had been left to her own thoughts. She had not known in the past of how much she would enjoy something like that, and the idea baffled her. How had she not known this about herself before, she wondered. She tried suppressing it in her mind, focusing mainly on work, and she found that her mind wasn't as swamped anymore. Maybe she could continue to function normally. Maybe, she thought.

***

It was a Friday and I had been invited to a big party at an acquaintance's house. I've never really been sure of how I get invited to these things - I'm really not that social. I get out, I talk to people, but it seems like every weekend I'm going out to a party of sorts. It has become a thing of humor for me and my friend Helen. I still haven't told her about what happened at her house that night, months ago. How could I?

The house was nice when I pulled up and parked the car. Maybe this would be an entertaining party after all, although it seemed like nothing could even come close to that night with Megan. That had been the most incredible experience of my life. I shook that idea from my head as I knocked.

"Hey! You made it," Stacey smiled, gesturing for me to enter. "Come on in Allie!"

"Thanks," I smiled, stepping in timidly to take a look around. I tried to ignore that feeling in the pit of my stomach - that feeling when you just know something is about around you. Something sensational. I licked my lips and frowned, turning to look behind me with confusion.

Nothing.

'You idiot,' I smiled to myself, shaking my head again. 'Too many lonely nights. You're just wishing something would happen,' I teased myself inwardly, looking out to the crowd of sociable adults ahead of me. Time to produce some small talk.

"Hi," I smiled, stepping up to a young woman about my age. She looked sweet.

"Do you think he's into me?" the woman asked sadly, pointing out to a man across the room. "It's like he doesn't even notice me ..."

I shrugged, looking around. 'I wish someone would notice me,' I thought to myself, before responding. "I don't know. Sorry." Just as I was turning around, I nearly bumped into a man that had surely been standing behind me. I gasped with surprise.

"Hey sexy," he smiled, holding the beer in his hand.

'Wrong someone,' I thought to myself, shaking my head. 'Holy crap,' I swallowed hard. He was at least 6'4" and had a really strong build. Something about him really worried me. And this party wasn't turning out so well after all. "Umm ... actually no, thanks. I have to find a friend."

As I turned to walk away, he put his hand on my shoulder. "Where ya headin' to?"

I was surprised he would be so bold. I suppose I wasn't used to such aggressive behaviour. Before I could say anything, I saw the most incredible figure appear from behind the man. It was Megan. All the breath had gone out of me. I wasn't even paying attention to the man directly in front of me. It was like he disappeared. Everyone had.

"Go take a seat," Megan said, before the man winced and walked the other way. I would assume she was hurting his shoulder when she rested her hand on it, but I was so captivated with her I didn't pay much attention to that.

Once her eyes rested on me again, I could feel the throbbing between my legs instantly begin, as if no time had passed between us. As if I was still there in that bed with her. I couldn't even say her name. I just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Allison," she smiled, her expression warming. I loved that smile. "How interesting."

"I ... it's a friend," I started, trying to explain how I knew Stacey. I knew it must have sounded ludicrous, but I couldn't speak properly for the life of me. Only she had ever made me feel this way. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak - I didn't know how I remained standing.

"And we are?" Megan teased, moving in a bit closer to me.

It took me a moment to respond. I was too busy imagining the way she had controlled and taken me the day we met. She had such an enveloping power over me. "... More."

"I've uh," Megan started with a smirk, "I've had enough of this party already ... I was thinking about heading over to my house and starting a little something of my own." She whispered that last part, leaning in closer to me.

Oh, this woman really captured my thoughts. She just oozed sexuality, and everything about her made me want to just get down onto my knees in front of her, and beg her to take me again. I had never experienced anything so powerful as that with anyone before. I was so busy thinking, I forgot she wanted a response.

"Hmm ... well I guess I'll be heading off then," she smirked, turning very slowly and walking with that sway of her hips that only set me further into a trance. After I snapped out of it, I walked over to her before she disappeared behind the wall.

"Wait," I said quietly, stepping in front of her. "Please take me with you."

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" she whispered, stepping close enough to whisper into my ear. I closed my eyes at the proximity, opening them as I felt her hand graze over my thigh. My breath came out slowly, and I didn't know what to do.

"It's like you knew I would be here," she smirked, looking down to my blouse, tie and pencil skirt, "How very 'submissive secretary' of you."

I blushed after realizing she was right. I stood out at the somewhat casual party. I looked back up to her with confusion and lust, trying to disguise both but failing miserably. She knew exactly how to seduce me with her words, not that she even needed to.

"Let me touch you," she whispered in that husky voice of hers, grazing her hand over my hip. I gasped quietly, putting my head down. I could never say no to this woman, and I wanted more. I wanted her to completely control me.

"I ... thanks," I whispered, looking up to her again. I couldn't believe how ridiculous I sounded. I couldn't seem to piece my sentences together. Last time she met me, I at least had some stability about me, but now that I knew the power she really had over me - my knees were jell-o.

"Don't thank me yet," she whispered, "I haven't even fucked you from behind, like you like it."

All of the breath was taken from my lungs again. How did she know exactly what to say to get me off?

"We're going to my place," she smiled, taking a hold of the bottom of my tie and leading me to the door.

"Going already?" Stacey pouted exaggeratedly.

Megan quickly let go of the tie and turned to her so Stacey wouldn't notice what was going on between us. She knew how shy I was about our connection. "Yeah ... sorry but uh, Allison's really drunk and I promised that I would drive her home." She brushed her hand against my cheek with a smile before looking back to Stacey. "Poor girl. She can barely even speak."

I looked to Stacey, completely embarrassed. I was never one to get drunk, and it made me blush again.

"Aww, you didn't seem drunk when you got here Allie," she smiled, looking at the blush in my cheeks and probably thinking they were reddened from my drunken stupor. "Okay, well get home safe girls!"

Megan smirked after she turned for the door again and I followed close behind her. "She's awfully gullable," she murmured, stepping out of the house.

Once we got to her car, she took my wrist and pinned me against the side of it. She pressed her own body against mine only seconds after, capturing my lips with a forceful yet tender kiss. She let go of my wrist and moved both of her hands through my hair, keeping me right where she wanted me.

The kiss was sensual and contained so much heat I thought my knees were going to buckle. Just when I was about to beg her to let me get off my feet, she took her lips away and smiled at the look on my face.

"You're so sexy ... and you don't even know it."

I blushed yet again. It seemed like she could make me blush even with a smile. I really couldn't control my reactions to her. "You're sexy too," I whispered back, bringing my hands up to rest on her wrists, still holding my head in place. "You do things to me ... no one else ever has."

"I want to touch you," she smirked again, after a very touched expression at my statement. "Right here."

"R-right here?" I asked with confusion, looking around quickly as she took her hands back.

"Oh yeah," she smiled evilly, tucking her thumbs under the hem of my skirt to bring it slowly up my legs. "I need to feel how whet you are baby."

That word she used for me ... I was so touched. Baby. I immediately gave in to her commands. That nickname made my resolve even weaker, and I would have done anything she asked. I mean, I was embarrassed that we were in public, but I wanted that embrace. Feeling her hands on my naked skin ... oh yes. Everything I had tried to deny these past few months about our connection slipped away and I couldn't help but admit the truth to myself.

Slowly, I felt her fingers teasingly inch their way up to my panties. It felt so good - the anticipation. No one had ever taken their time to seduce me so unnecessarily. It drove me completely wild. Soon she was fingering with the material and my lip trembled as I tried to hold in my moan. I think she could tell, because she moved her fingers in at the side, finally making contact with the throbbing between my legs. I couldn't hold it in this time. I moaned, trying to hide it in her hair, resting my head on her shoulder for comfort. I could get lost in the thickness of her short hair. As I took in the smell of her shampoo, I moaned again. My body needs her. It always has.

"Whose is this?" she whispered into my ear, her fingers caressing my sensitivity.

"Yours," I answered instinctively, closing my eyes at the sensation. I belonged in this moment.

"Good," she smiled, nudging my head back onto the roof of the car with her own head before devouring my neck. I began to moan, quickly feeling her fingers play with me. It felt so wonderful I didn't even know what to do. I couldn't wait until we got to her place and had some privacy, although the risk of being caught did heighten my arousal. My heart was racing like I couldn't believe.

"Are you going to take me to your place?" I asked, my breathing completely uncoordinated.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" Megan whispered gently, but also with a commanding tone. She took another moment before entrancing me further. "Don't you neeeed it?"

I quivered as she licked from my neck up to my ear. I did need it. I always need it. "Y-yes."

"Well then," she smirked, running her hands up my skirt and pulling my panties down - right in the middle of the road - next to her car. "Get in."

I stepped out of them, watching her put them in her pocket and smile.

"I said ... get in."

I was speechless, finally capable of nodding, and then walking around to get in at the passenger side. I could feel Megan watching me as I obeyed her wishes.

"Spread your legs," she said after closing her own door, quickly sliding the keys in the ignition.

"But-"

"Don't 'but' me," Megan said in that deep tone of hers, giving me chills as she leant over to hold some of my hair in her fist. It was done softly, although her attitude was so firm it was like a knife straight through me. "Spread them."

A rush of pleasure was flowing through me that I couldn't even explain. I closed my eyes, squirmed against the seat and spread my legs so they touched the side of the door and the partition between the front seats. When I opened my eyes a moment later, I could tell she was pleased, and that fuelled my own desire. I let out my breath as she licked her lips, running her hand over my thigh with a smile.

"Stay like this," she smirked, taking her hand away to start the car before bringing it back to me when she could. She looked so in control driving with that one strong hand. I was completely mezmorized by this woman. My mind began to race again, struggling with my very strong attraction to this woman. Woman. I had never thought of myself as a lesbian or anything, but this feeling ... it overpowered all of my past feelings about men combined. I wondered to myself if in fact I was not 'homosexual' but 'Megansexual' with a smile to myself. What had gotten into me? I looked over to her as we drove, taking in all the energy she exuded so gracefully.

It was difficult to control myself on the way over to her place, but somehow I managed. All the way there, she was teasing me constantly ... slipping her fingers between my legs, but only to feel how whet she was making me. There were a couple of times I really wanted to close my legs from the pure torture of feeling her play with me and getting no release, but I knew I had to obey her command. I wanted to.

At one point, her finger started to tease my opening and my legs tensed with the desire for her to fill me. Then she started to push her finger in me, and I lost my mind. I started begging, and saying incomprehensible bits of sentences, but from the look on her face, it was exactly what she had wanted to see. The satisfaction in her eyes only made my movements more desperate and inviting.

"I love that look on your face," she smirked, trying to keep her eyes on the road while her fingers moved up and down my warm, wet sex. It felt like I knew her so well.

"I really want you inside me," I whimpered, shifting my head from left to right as she slowly drove me insane.

"You'll get that and much more," she promised with a smile, "Once we get inside my place ... once I can have you in my hands again."

That had me breathing deeply until we reached her place. The ride there had me thinking I would surely lose it before the night was out. If this was only foreplay, what would I do when she really gave it to me?

"Keep your skirt down when you get out. I don't want the neighbors to see your beautiful body," she whispered hoarsely, her desire for me becoming very obvious. "Walk in front of me. I like to watch you." We both sat in the car smiling at the anticipation, and I had to try for a graceful exit.

I took a deep breath in and out, closing my legs as she got out. Just as I reached for the door handle, it was pulled opened. I looked out with a smile at the gesture of her hand, inviting me to walk up to her house. I did as she asked, instinctively widening my eyes when I saw the front of the house. It suited her well. Not overly large, but the color was warm, and the house looked very sure of itself and inviting. It really had personality.

I walked up to the house, swallowing hard as I felt her eyes on me. I swayed my hips with a smile, knowing it would turn her on. I enjoyed her take-control quality, and the way she would look at me like I was hers to have. Like I had always been hers on some level.

The door helped me to stand as I leaned against it. I so badly wanted to stick my ass out, inviting her to take me however she wanted, but I knew I had to be good - until we got inside at least. Inside, where the real fun began.

Once she opened the door, she held my arm and walked me inside, closing and locking the door behind her. The sound of that click brought about the most satisfying reaction within me. I knew from that moment that she would take me, use me, please me, fuck me. I knew it would all happen, and that I would enjoy every last second of it.

"I'm so drawn to you," she said quietly, as if there were others who could hear. Her eyes narrowed and a slight smile played on her lips. Those trance-inducing lips. I nodded at her honest statement, feeling the same way myself. "I've never felt so ..." her eyes searched mine for the words, but I could tell she found that difficult, "... So much a part of someone ... as when I'm touching you."

I gasped at the way she said that, but it was silent. I felt like I was desperately panting for air. She felt the same way I did! I felt hysterical with joy and the comfort of knowing that it wasn't one-sided. That let me really slip into the submission I had been dying for since I last saw her. I wasn't even paying any attention to the fact that I was in this woman's house, very willing to do anything she pleased. I could barely figure the words to say, but somehow I found them at last. "I ... it's the same for me." I felt tears forming in my eyes but I blinked them away. That was the last thing I wanted on this rare and very special occassion. "I feel so ... complete ... when you touch me. I can let go." I gathered myself and looked back up into her eyes, but one tear escaped, and she quickly caught it with her hand. "Sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be sorry," she whispered back, and I felt soothed by her warm smile. "But I think we have something to get on with, don't we?"

Now the excitement was setting in all over again. "... Yes."

She pulled on my hair, and my head tilted back instinctively, all the while looking up to her smiling eyes. "Yes what?"

"Y-yes Ma'am," I gasped back, finding so much comfort in those loving hands. The pain was exhilirating.

She was my drug and this was my high. I closed my eyes, finally understanding the depth of that truth.

After letting go of my hair, she turned me around and led me down her hall with one arm held up behind my back. I felt so weak under her firm control, and I was loving every second of it. Once she stopped and turned me, I figured it would be her bedroom, and that it was. Regularly averagely decorated was my first thought. It wasn't bright red with leather hanging all around, like I somehow expected it to look. I took everything in right away, from the color on her walls to the books on the nightstand. It was all so captivating, no matter how average it may have seemed. She had lived in here, touched all of these things. I was thrilled that she was showing me her room, and it must have been obvious.

"Don't you dare cum yet," she chuckled from behind me, pushing me forward after letting go of my wrist.

I smiled crookedly, looking back to her. I didn't quite know what to say.

"This isn't a free tour," she smirked with that attitude I love. "Get on the bed. Head on the pillows. On your stomach."

I got chills from the way she said that. "Yes Ma'am," I answered, already crawling onto the enormous bed. That was one attribute that was irregular. I guess I only noticed when I got up there, feeling how much room there was around me. I felt so petite laying in the middle of it.

Just as I looked up to see where she was, I felt her part my legs and lay on top of me. "Keep your hands up here ... or I'll tie them there." She placed my hands under the pillows, at the head of the bed. I shivered with that insinuation. She knew I would do as she pleased.

I felt so comforted by everything around me - the smell of fresh sheets, the feel of her downy pillows against my cheek, and the scent of Megan herself. I parted my lips as I felt her grind slowly into my ass, holding herself up with her arms. I loved the way she loved to use me like this, doing as she pleased. I moaned softly when I felt my skirt sliding up my thighs. She was slowly exposing me to her eyes again, and that was something I had wanted all evening. I started grinding back into her, moaning with excitement of what she would do to me.

"You need this so bad, don't you?" she whispered huskily into my ear, her hot breath making me pant harder. "You just need me to take you ... humiliate you ..."

I trembled visibly at that one, I'm sure.

"Well you leave that to me. And keep your hands exactly there."

When I felt her chest press against my back, I let out yet another moan. It felt amazing to have her so close to me, doing everything she had been waiting to do to me.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered again, her fingers having found their way up my thighs again. She was rubbing me over my panties and ooooh yes it felt good. I can't even explain that feeling.




Allison Ch. 04



"Yes ... yes it feels so good," I whimpered, burying my face in the pillow for fear of crying out in ecstasy, and I wanted to try to control myself.

She lifted my head with her free hand, moving it back on its side so only my cheek touched the pillow. "Did I ask you to move?"

"No Ma'am," I whispered back, my breaths coming out hoarsely. "S-sorry Ma'am."

"You know how you're going to apologize?" she whispered deeply, nuzzling her nose into my neck, only tempting me further. "Hmm?"

"I'll do anything," I panted, straining to keep my hands there. All I wanted was to push her fingers to where I wanted them.

"Yes you will," she chuckled, pulling my panties aside and moving her fingers over my soaking wet sex. I'm not sure if she was surprised by the sheer amount of moisture she found, but I was. I wasn't aware it was possible to be that wet all at one time.

Then she started playing with me, teasing my hole with her fingers. Each finger taking a turn just tracing the opening and sometimes two or three were teasing me at once, while one paid close attention to my clit. That felt so good that I swear I started feeling dizzy. Thank goodness I was laying in her bed and under her protection.

"My my," she said aloud, "Such a wet pussy."

I pushed my head into the pillow in shame before tilting it back where she wanted it. I was blushing furiously, and in a way that only she could instigate.

"Does pussy want to play?" From her voice I could tell that she knew it was bothering me. It was humiliating to me for her to speak that way to me. I almost wanted to ask her to stop, but I never would. The humiliation of it all was turning me on even further. "Does pussy want a finger?"

My breathing slowed and I could feel myself pushing back against her hand, although I wasn't making a conscious effort to do so. She was making me crazy and she knew it.

"Keep your ass down," she commanded, pushing it down herself at first. "You need to behave for me."

I moaned and squirmed some more, making sure not to move too drastically. "Yes Ma'am."

"You're so whet," she chuckled, adoring my state or arousal.

The laughter in her voice was teasing and it embarrassed me, but that was the purpose after all. Even knowing that, it didn't lessen how ashamed it made me feel. I felt like I needed to refuse it. "... No ..."

"You're not whet?" she chuckled again, rubbing three fingers roughly over my sex before laying over me and bringing her fingers around to my mouth.

I stared at them with heavy eyes. This whole scenario was getting to me, and it was a euphoric experience. I had never needed to cum so badly. As I focused on her glistening fingers, she brought them to my lips and traced one finger softly just between my lips. I licked them instinctively.

"Good girl," she smirked, getting off on how she could bring out the submissive side of me. "Open."

I opened my lips the moment I heard her speak the word, gladly accepting one finger at a time. I sucked on her beautiful fingers, tracing my tongue over them and moving my head very gently to fully enjoy what she wanted me to taste.

I could tell that really got her off, because before I had time to react, she had pulled her finger out of my mouth and was sitting back on her feet behind me again. I could feel my center tighten with her stare, trying to keep from peaking over my shoulder to look at her. I wanted her to fuck me, and I knew I would have to obey her for that.

Thankfully I didn't have to wait much longer. I could feel her enter me with one finger at first, very slowly working it in and out. I wanted to shout that it wasn't necessary - that I was so whet and ready that she could have just rammed it inside of me - but I didn't. I really loved the way she knew my body so well, and I was sure that she knew what she was doing better than I did. I waited in my spot patiently, squirming back as I felt the curious finger twisting its way inside of me, trying to impale myself on it.

Then I felt Megan's other hand on my ass, keeping my in place so I couldn't move back any further. She had a hard grip on me as she buried her finger as deeply in me as she could get it, grinning to herself once she had. I couldn't help but try to move against it, but she just kept it inside of me, unmoved.

"Please," I whispered, my mouth dry from all of my panting. "Please please please."

"Did you think about me?" she asked cruelly, knowing I would be shy about that. I couldn't find the words to say. "Did you think about all the naughty things I did to you?"

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. She saw the timid expression on my face and smiled at her own evil technique.

"Did you touch yourself?" she whispered into my ear, keeping her finger deep inside of me. I felt like she belonged inside of me. I never wanted her to pull her finger out. "Tell me."

"Yes," I saw quietly, trying not to become a blubbering mess. "I ... touched myself."

"Here?" she smirked, reaching her thumb down to my clit and rubbing gently.

"Oh god yes," I exhaled all in one breath, grabbing at the sheet under me with tight fists. "Ahh ... yes ..."

"Tell me what you were thinking," she smiled, "I want to know. Now Allison."

"I thought ... about you fucking me with your fingers, Ma'am ... really fast and pretty hard. And you were humiliating me. You were feeling inside of me again and spitting on me and ... ahhh I shouldn't be saying this."

Megan smiled at how shy I really was. I saw it out of the corner of my eye when I opened them again. "That a girl," she grinned, slowly taking her finger out and pushing it all back inside of me. "Am I going fast enough yet?"

I was panting at the sensation, "No ... please ... faster ..."

"Then I suggest you get talking some more," she whispered, kissing down my back. "And louder darling. I can't hear you from back here."

I shuddered with embarrassment. I didn't want the whole neighborhood to hear me. "I just wanted ... you to use my body." Again in and out she moved her finger. I thought I was going insane it felt so good, and yet my needs weren't quite met. I knew I needed to confess more. Slowly, her pace was increasing, and I didn't want it to stop. "And ..." I swallowed hard, "I thought about you fucking me with ... a strap on." My voice went small at the last part and I just wanted to hide under the covers.

"What was that last part?" she asked with a hint of laughter in her voice. Her beautiful laugh.

"Umm ... to ... I mean I thought ... I thought of you fucking me with a strap on," I said, this time at a regular volume. It was difficult to finish as I felt her pace quicken. It felt so good.

"One more time Allison," she insisted, "This room is soundproof. Make it count, baby."

"I want you to fuck me with a strap on!" I shouted in ecstasy, feeling her fingers pump in and out of me as I spoke. It was so hard and so fast my eyes were rolling back in my head. I had to remind myself to breathe. This sensation of her controlling my body and my mind. I could feel she had added another finger, and it felt amazing.

"Yes," she huffed, obviously putting her whole body into the thrusts of her fingers, "Good. Girl."

She knew it wouldn't take long, and it didn't. I was screaming within minutes. "Meeeeeggggg!" I screamed, tearing at the sheets, tensing completely as all of my breath had escaped. She just kept pounding into me, playing with my clit until I couldn't scream anymore. Aside from a tremble, I had fallen limp underneath her, panting incredibly hard.

"Yeah," she whispered hoarsely, unzipping my skirt and pulling it off my legs. I thought I had gone numb, but once I felt her fingers between my parted legs again, I knew that wasn't the truth. "Come here," she said softly, pulling me up into her arms to hold me protectively. I was so exhausted I couldn't hold her back, but I was very much enjoying the way she held me in her arms. With my head against her chest, I smiled. There was no place I would rather be.



Allison Ch. 05



I can't think, breathe or look in any general direction without seeing her face. She's completely occupied my mind and I feel lost without her touch. I've driven myself so crazy I think I've really started to lose my mind.

The phone only had one chance to ring before I grabbed it and pressed it to my ear.

"Yes?"

A low chuckle emanated from the other end, and instantly I knew it was her. "A little eager, are we?"

I blushed, laying down on the couch with the phone still pressed to my ear. "Sorry. I just ..."

"I want to see you again," she admitted quietly, as if it were a secret just between the two of us. " ... I need to see you again, Allison."

The way she says my name always sends chills through me.

"I want to see you too," I smiled with a fluttering in my stomach. It thrived there. I loved what she did to my sanity. With that thought, my hand found its way over my stomach, resting on the jittery sensation inside.

She took a moment before responding. "Slip your hand down further."

I stopped immediately, my breath caught in my throat. "... H-how did you-"

"I can hear it in your breath," she said softly, breathing heavily now herself.

"This is so bad," I giggled, unwilling to deny it to myself as I slid my hand down into my pants. I breathed out heavily as I spoke again, admitting my feelings honestly. For some reason, I felt as if she knew my thoughts before I even said them aloud. "... I think I'm addicted to you."

There was a pause in the conversation and I began to get nervous, but that couldn't stop my fingers from finding their way down to my clit.

"You feel it too?"

The combination of touch and her response shot a tingle straight through me, and I smiled to myself, holding the phone with my shoulder as I squirmed around, smoothing my fingers between my legs. It felt so good with Megan on the other end of the phone. It made me feel so close to her, almost as if she was watching me.

"How are you touching yourself?" she asked calmly, as if it were any usual question. The only noticeable difference was the drop in her tone - that silky, sexy voice that drove me wild. That made me smile again.

First she heard my breath I'm sure, and then my voice. "I'm rubbing my clit ... and teasing myself ... I want it to be you."

"Push them in," she answered, her breathing much like mine. "Do it like I would - and lick them first."

I whimpered, bringing one hand up to my mouth as I ran my tongue over my index and middle fingers. I could taste myself and that got me even more excited. I felt like it was getting Megan off just to know I was licking them. Even speaking with her over the phone was making me so excited I could barely control my own actions. My tongue slid lazily over the digits, closing my eyes, and for a moment, she was there. She was sitting at my side, watching me intently under that gaze I always enjoyed.

"I want you right now ... those eyes piercing into me," she moaned, "Begging me to take you ..." I smiled, not realizing until she said it that I cut right through her like she did to me.

I started panting, in no state to control my breathing. I just let my body do as it pleased - what it wanted - just like I did when I was with Megan. Nobody did it like she did. I couldn't touch myself the way she did. Not even close.

"I would beg you," I whispered admittedly, slowly fucking myself while she listened in. It took some bravery to ask what I wanted, and I knew she could sense my nervous voice. "Are you touching yourself too?"

"Yes," she moaned, her voice scratchy. "I'm pretending it's those delicate little fingers of yours, moving inside me ... doing what I tell you ..."

"Uhhh fuck," I moaned, writhing strongly on the couch, one leg strewn off the side of it. "I want to touch you. Please. I'll touch you for days if you would let me ..."

"Oh god yes," she moaned, "I want to pull your face to me, right between my legs, and to feel your tongue again. I can't get enough of it. I want it."

"I'll do anything you want," I whimpered, feeling myself reach my climax. Our words spanned between the moments of silence, and interrupted the hoarse gasps and moaning. "I ... I'm getting close."

"Think of my fingers inside of you, controlling your body and taking you. Think .... of me ..."

I nodded, not realizing for a moment that she couldn't see it. It seemed like she was right next to me, or better yet - on top of me.

"I feed off the way you give yourself to me," she whispered in that husky voice of hers, making me wild with desire. My eyes opened wide with the pending orgasm, feeling the surges deep inside, threatening to take over my body.

"Megan ... take me," I whispered, right on the verge of climax, and I couldn't help but utter a word I loved to ask of her. "Please?"

"Now," she growled, letting out a ragged, loud moan of her own as I held my breath subconsciously. I could tell she was close, but I just couldn't hold it, and now that she had permitted it, I just let it wash over me. My body was paralyzed, and I rode out the feeling happily. It felt so good I nearly forgot she was on the phone, as I had been sure she was in the same room.

"Meeeeggggggan!" I shouted, trying to scream up instead of directly into the phone. My abdomen tightened as my head lifted with the pleasure jolting through me. "Ahhh ..."

Just as I settled my neck back onto the armrest of the couch, I heard her climax, and it was nothing short of extraordinary. I loved hearing her low glutteral moans and the way her voice shook. She seemed so confident, even in that moment, but I could see just how vulnerable she could be. My screams must have pushed her over the edge.

"Be at 'La Fontaine' at eleven Friday night," she panted, still obviously out of breath. I smiled at her instruction in such a weakened state.

"I can't wait," I whispered, "I want to see you."

"Wear a dress ... a short one," she smirked. I could tell by her voice that her lips were curling into that evil grin.

"Yes Ma'am," I smiled, turning my head to the side, completely exhausted.

"I will touch you whenever I want, do you understand?"

I felt tingles all over, just trying to contain my excitement at that insinuation. "Yes."

"Don't touch yourself again," she insisted boldly, "I want you desperate to cum when you see me."

I licked my lips. "I will be ... I already am."

"That's my girl," she chuckled, "See you in a few days."

"Bye," I beamed, hearing a simple click before I put the phone down and jumped up. The giddy feeling was bursting out of me, and I began jumping up and down in my living room, giggling to myself. A schoolgirl's excitement, it would seem.

It seemed to take an eternity for Friday night to roll around, but when it finally did, I found myself standing in front of a mirror in my favorite little black dress, assessing my choices. I smiled when I thought of the look on Megan's face. I knew this outfit would get her off. That and the sex hair I had going on - not that I touched myself. I was good, although for fuck's sake that was difficult. I still pride myself on those few days I kept from doing it.

I made my way into the club with little difficulty although there was a line. I suppose it was that little sparkle in my eye - the extreme excitement I had for the night to come. 

Once I was inside, I looked around, standing on tip toe for a moment while my eyes scanned the room. When I realized it would take a while to find her, I stood back on my feet and looked around, realizing that I was being gawked at. Suddenly I felt vulnerable and afraid. Being there alone - in that dress - it actually scared me. Not that I would have admitted it out loud, but I knew that's how it made me feel. The club was obviously a lesbian place, and I smiled at that. She knew how shy I was about our relationship, and she had picked a smaller, private place to bring me. It was sweet, in her own mischievous way. With that sentiment, I walked around looking for her. I knew she wasn't the sort to show up late, so I looked around for where she might be. If anything, I was a few minutes late.

"Where are you?" I mumbled to myself, keeping my eyes down for the most part. Seeing all those women looking at me as a predator looks at its prey ... it was a little intimidating to say the least. "Come on," I continued to myself, finally standing still with my hands clasped in front of myself. I didn't know where to look. She could be anywhere, and I wasn't familiar with the place. Best to keep in one spot, I decided.

"Just how did you happen to stumble into this place?" a woman asked, coming up from behind me, but quickly walking in front. She looked to be about my age, but with a very different look. Deep red hair, wearing a leather shirt. I didn't dare look over the rest of her body or she might have thought I was interested. Instead I was confused, and to make matters worse, I felt defenseless in this dress. It was so small it almost felt like I shouldn't move or I would show a glimpse of skin somewhere, only spurring further problems. "Hmm?"

I really didn't know how to answer her questions. I could guess why she figured I was new, though. I've been told that I have a look of naivity in nearly every situation. I just cleared my throat and moved my hands together in a nervous gesture.

"You know, I could show you a few things," the woman smirked, licking her lips as she leaned in toward my ear, but I pulled away, scared of what she was thinking. This woman was really scaring me. "Don't be scared."

I backed away from her with widened eyes, trying not to show my fear. Where was Megan? I began looking for her again. Maybe staying in one spot wasn't such a genius idea after all. After I had been approached by a number of women, I finally heard something that soothed all of my worries away.

"Allison."

Oh thank goodness! I turned and collapsed into her arms all in one gesture. I knew who it was from her beautiful voice. I'm sure I looked silly holding her so worriedly, but I found great comfort in her arms. I finally let out my nervous breath and stood up to look her in the eyes.

She was intoxicatingly beautiful, as usual. "Hi," I smiled, greeting her quietly.

"Well that was quite the hello," she chuckled, taking my hand in hers as we walked to the bar. "Do you want something?"

I looked up to her and a slight smile touched my lips. I was in awe of her commanding presence.

"She'll have a purple haze, and I'll have a scotch on the rocks, thanks."

I smiled at her choice for me. I liked that drink. Then I tried to think back, wondering if she had seen me with one before, or if she was just amazing at predicting someone's alcohol preferences.

"Sorry you waited," she smiled, snapping out of my thoughts as I locked eyes with her once again. I can't even properly describe the feeling of knowing her power over me, and accepting it. Being with her, even just next to her, is the most amazing experience. I belong to her and I love that.

"It's alright," I said, this time a bit louder. I didn't want her to see me as timid. "I just missed you."

"Well, I must admit I was a bit worried when I finally came to find you," she laughed, taking our drinks from the bartender and putting the money onto the countertop. "Thanks, keep the change," she smiled, looking back to me quickly as she handed me my colorful drink. I looked to hers for a moment, knowing it was probably really strong.

"I doubt you'd like it," she laughed again, drawing a smile from my lips. "And I was just talking with some old friends before, but I meant to escape before our meeting time. I wanted to meet you at the door, especially with you dressed in that. Mmm ... turn for a minute. I haven't had a chance to fully appreciate this yet."

I turned happily for her, looking to her over my shoulder as she gestured for me to face her again.

"You look fucking incredible," she smiled, kissing me on the cheek, right next to my ear, before bringing her lips to the glass of scotch.

"Thank you," I breathed, excited by the way she looked at me. With these other women, I was afraid, but with her, she would protect me - never truly hurt me - and I knew that.

"I'm so glad we could meet up tonight, because I missed you since-"

"Meggo," a woman rudely interrupted, appearing from behind her. "Mmm looks like you have a new friend."

I looked to Megan immediately, and saw the annoyance on her face, directed boldly to the woman who had approached. Not a word needed to be said - her expression was clear - but the woman continued on.

"She's a cute one," the woman grinned, looking me up and down.

"No," Megan answered, and I could tell that she wasn't answering the question, but telling the woman to back off. I could sense it in her voice, and I'm sure that woman did too, but she continued with false ignorance.

"I'm gonna bring the girls around to meet her," she chuckled, disappearing before Megan could say no. She vanished into the crowd.

Megan looked upset.

"Are you okay?" I asked, frightened by the look on her face. "Who was she?"

"I used to be friends with some of the girls in here, and some women here are into some things ... and they like sharing," she said to me, placing one hand firmly on my arm. She walked with me over to one of the corners with little sofas for lounging and we sat. I let myself drop right beside her, getting a mixed feeling in my stomach. I just wanted to be as close to her as I could be. "And Allison, I never ... I would never-"

Before she could finish, a small group of women approached our somewhat private setting, sitting around us. I immediately looked to Megan, watching her cold expression.

"So ... found a girl you like, hmm?" a woman asked, leaning in to let herself be seen. It was the same woman with red hair who had approached me earlier - as I would later hear was Sarlisse. "She looks scared. I like that." Then she winked at me.

"Probably because you scare everyone," Megan snapped, putting her arm around me protectively. I wanted to thank her, but now was not the time. I always felt so safe next to her. "Stop looking at her."

Sarlisse turned to a girl at her side, licking her lips. The girl quickly opened her mouth and they began kissing, almost in a sloppy manner.

I watched with confusion, feeling aroused when I noticed that two women on the other couch were engaging in a kiss of their own. They were so open about their affection, and something about that was intriguing me.

As I was witnessing these women make out with each other, I felt Megan pull my hair back, placing her lips onto my neck. "Tell me if you don't want this, Allison," she whispered softly to me.

I closed my eyes at the sensation of her lips on my body. It seemed like forever since she had touched me, and even since I was able to climax. She had said I needed to wait for her, and I obeyed. I think she knew that, even without having to ask. Her tongue slowly trailed out onto my skin, making me tremble with anticipation for later. The jazz music that was playing was helping to put me under her spell, leaning my head back slightly. Yes, this was fantastic. She had known I would enjoy this.

'More' I pleaded inwardly, still too shy to voice my wishes in front of a crowd.

"Come on Megan," a woman started, sitting next to us, "Don't you want to let her entertain us?"

That insinuation scared me. I was Megan's, wasn't I? I turned to her quickly, always able to read her looks. She spoke before I even had the time to do so.

"No," she answered automatically, taking another sip of her scotch, bringing her eyes along my body. I was immediately comforted by her answer. And the way she looked at me - I could tell she was excited - and oh my, was I ever ready. With one look from her, I was gone. I leaned in and gently pressed my lips onto hers. I wanted to please her, and I wanted her to take me. Do what she wanted with me. The kiss seemed to last forever. The music slowed in my ears and the laughter and moans around me were faded. All I could hear was her breath as it escaped from her nose onto my cheek.

While we were kissing, I began to lose it, squirming as I turned slightly towards her. Kissing her was incredible. It seemed as though she was trying to control herself, because her lips were the only thing touching me, but then I was confused when her hand travelled up the back of my thigh, slowly moving up my ass. I moaned into the kiss, moving up a bit in the seat to give her more access to my wet, aching pussy. I was so ready for her to finger me again.

Suddenly, Megan broke from the kiss completely, and she looked homicidal. In confusion, I followed her line of sight, moving quickly into her protective arms when I saw what she had seen. She was holding Sarlisse's hand in anger, and I realized that it had been the red-haired woman who had been touching my thigh. I couldn't believe she had done that.

"You're lucky I don't kill you right here," Megan gritted, her grip tightening on the woman's wrist.

"Calm down," Sarlisse said, obviously taken aback by Megan's reaction. "It was just one touch. Why are you freaking out?"

"Where did she touch you?" Megan asked in anger, still looking straight ahead, but I knew she had meant it softly to me.

"My thigh," I answered quietly, getting so close to Megan it almost felt like I was in her lap.

"You're lucky that's as far as you got," Megan spat out to the mischievous woman, "We're leaving now."

As she helped me up and made her way from the lounging area, I saw another woman coming up to us, making her way from what appeared to be a spectator's spot in a different area. I watched as she came up toward us, noticing a calm, collected air about her. 

"Megan?" she asked. "Leaving so early?"

"Yes," she answered softer this time, looking back to the crowd of aggressive women. "I wanted to have fun with Allison - not share her - and you have Sarlisse to blame for my early exit."

"I'm so sorry," the woman smiled, looking angrily to the red-haired woman as we left.

I didn't know what to do or say, but I was so glad Megan had seen what was happening before it went any further. We walked over to the exit, and before leaving, Megan took my face in her hands.

"If I knew you would be in any danger, I wouldn't have brought you here," she started, placing a soft kiss on my neck before continuing. "It's been ages since I've been here last."

I looked to the ground before responding, feeling overwhelmed.

"Are you okay?" she asked, turning me so that her chest was pressed to my back. I let out my breath at how comforting that was. I knew I was safe in that club with her. Her presence seemed to dominate every room she entered. And I knew that if I had been in that mad whirl of women alone, they would have taken me, no permission required.

"Yes," I answered quietly, "I just feel bad. I just ... I felt really excited ..."

"Did you wish it was my hand after you saw who was doing it?" Megan smiled, kissing my neck slowly again, and letting her tongue slip out. "Did you want me to touch you in front of all those other women lusting after you?"

"Yes," I answered reluctantly, closing my eyes at my honest reply.

"Well, I did bring you here for something along those lines," she smirked in that low whisper of hers, moving her hands up over my breasts, and back down to my legs, "Before we got so rudely interrupted ... and the room's upstairs, Allison."

The way she says my name is haunting, and I love it. I need her, everything about her.

"A room?" I asked, my eyes wandering the wall trapping me in place as she pressed into me harder. "For ..."

"Others to watch me take you," she whispered again, "And we're all friends ... no one will lay a finger on you unless I ask it." The hunger in her voice was getting to me, and her next words really did me in. "And I won't ask it."




Allison Ch. 05



I was subconsciously grinding back into her, my head unsteady. I really wanted what she had arranged for us, but I wasn't sure how to ask for it.

"But you wouldn't want that, now, would you Allison?" she teased, her arms wrapping around me to keep me right where she wanted me. Needed me.

I trembled under her confident tone, and the powerful way she handled me. She was much stronger than myself, and it was turning me on. I couldn't find the words.

"Or maybe you're not ready?" she asked, in the same tone, but I could tell there was a hint of serious doubt in her voice. I knew she never intended to push me, no matter how wreckless she seemed.

"I'm ready ..." I shivered, my entire body threatening to collapse if she wouldn't satisfy my nearly animalistic desires.

Suddenly, the warm body pressed into mine retreated, and my head dropped with the weakness I couldn't shake. She completely controlled me, and we both knew it.

"Come with me, and I'll show you a night you'll never forget," she promised with a wicked grin, holding her hand out to me.

When I turned and saw that hand and the smile she wore so well, I was drawn to her in a way I didn't fully understand. Now I've come to accept it as a part of myself - a part that needed her touch and her commanding voice. No matter how many nights I spent trying to convince myself it was something I merely enjoyed to play out, all it took was one call from her to prove that all wrong. Our connection fulfilled a part of me no one or thing could ever substitute. Something I needed from my dominant counterpart. The only counterpart I would ever truly know as a part of myself.

I knew something was different and wonderful between us back then, watching her hand outstretched toward me. The fire in her eyes, that never-failing smirk on her lips. "Let's have some fun."