1 comments/ 20324 views/ 2 favorites Miranda Ch. 01 By: bbmaniac2002 Miranda had just finished the worst week of her advertising career. Having always been the company's "go to girl," this week's failure was particularly difficult. She had been working on a major account proposal and had put together three possible campaigns…sure to please even this client – the most difficult one. The presentation day had finally arrived and donning her best "game face," she headed into the conference room to begin the meeting. She presented all three campaigns and tried to gauge the client's reaction. He sat there in silence for a few seconds before asking, "Ok…where is the real proposal?" Completely taken aback at his total disregard for her work, all she could do was stand there, speechless, with her mouth gaping open. Not knowing exactly what to do since nothing like that had ever happened to her before, she flopped into her chair and just sat there, wondering what had just happened. Her boss came in…obviously aggravated at her performance….and began to lay into her about her having lost a potentially lucrative account. Still at a loss for words, she just sat there and stared at him. He asked if she had anything to say on her behalf before he and the other partners met to discuss how to handle the situation. All she could do was shake her head no….still in total disbelief. Her boss suggested that she take a leave of absence while they decided whether she would still have a job with the firm. She gathered herself, trying to fight back the tears that were wanting to emerge against her will and decided to head home. She got home, changed into her favorite comfort clothes…an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, poured herself a glass of wine and lounged on the sofa. The sound of the phone ringing interrupted her attempt at relaxation and she reluctantly answered it. It was her friend Katie calling to ask about the presentation. Miranda completely lost all control and began crying as she recounted the events of the day. Katie told her that she didn't need to be alone and was coming over right then. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, letting Miranda know that Katie had arrived. She answered the door and was greeted with a warm embrace from Katie. The two moved into the living room and Miranda sat while Katie poured herself a glass of wine. Trying to take Miranda's mind off her troubles, Katie put in a movie. A very surprised Miranda saw that Katie had chosen a lesbian porn flick. Katie picked up on Miranda's reaction and moved closer to her…slightly caressing her face. Miranda couldn't help but keep her eyes fixed on the screen…making Katie grin with pride at being able to peek the interest of her friend. As she watched, Miranda noticed that she was starting to get wet and very aroused. Katie also noticed and took the opportunity to ask Miranda if she liked what she was seeing. A very fixated Miranda could do nothing but nod. Katie grinned to herself and moved her caress to Miranda's breasts…waiting to see how she would react. Miranda immediately began to moan which only encouraged her friend. Katie slowly removed Miranda's shirt, revealing two very round and pert breasts. She lowered her head and began circling her right nipple with her tongue while using her fingers to tweak the other nipple. Miranda let out a long moan, letting Katie know that her ministrations were working. Katie continued making love to her friend's breasts before moving her mouth further south…adding to the moans of approval coming from Miranda. She gently pushed her back on the sofa and removed her sweat pants…making an effort to run her tongue along her abdomen at the same time. Once the sweats and panties were gone, Katie spread Miranda's legs and took in the sweet aroma of her sex. Unsure of what was happening, Miranda started to protest but Katie shushed her…telling her to just lie back and enjoy. With her hands on each of Miranda's thighs, Katie gave her slit a good, long lick…being sure to flick her clit. A shiver went through Miranda's body and she began to moan more. Using the wetness flowing from Miranda's hole, she slowly inserted two fingers and began a nice, slow fuck, eliciting a few grunts from her friend. While continuing to pump her fingers deeply into Miranda, Katie took her clit into her mouth, sucking it while flicking it with her tongue. Miranda began bucking as the intensity began to increase. She started to become rigid and Katie took this as a sign that Miranda was very close to a very hard cum. She redoubled her efforts…pumping harder and faster, never breaking her seal on Miranda's clit, until she cried out…letting all the stress of the day go and succumbing to her climax. Katie removed her fingers and began taking in all the honey she could, cleaning Miranda up and letting her ride out her orgasm. When she had come down, Katie crawled up Miranda's body to meet her lips…allowing her to taste her juices. She then held her friend, knowing that she had helped her put away her concerns of the day. The two spent the night in each other's arms and Miranda woke the next morning much less concerned about her problems at work and determined to ravish Katie's body…just as she had done for her. To be continued…. Miranda Ch. 01-03 Miranda had just finished the worst week of her advertising career. Having always been the company's "go to girl," this week's failure was particularly difficult. She had been working on a major account proposal and had put together three possible campaigns...sure to please even this client – the most difficult one. The presentation day had finally arrived and donning her best "game face," she headed into the conference room to begin the meeting. She presented all three campaigns and tried to gauge the client's reaction. He sat there in silence for a few seconds before asking, "Ok...where is the real proposal?" Completely taken aback at his total disregard for her work, all she could do was stand there, speechless, with her mouth gaping open. Not knowing exactly what to do since nothing like that had ever happened to her before, she flopped into her chair and just sat there, wondering what had just happened. Her boss came in...obviously aggravated at her performance....and began to lay into her about her having lost a potentially lucrative account. Still at a loss for words, she just sat there and stared at him. He asked if she had anything to say on her behalf before he and the other partners met to discuss how to handle the situation. All she could do was shake her head no....still in total disbelief. Her boss suggested that she take a leave of absence while they decided whether she would still have a job with the firm. She gathered herself, trying to fight back the tears that were wanting to emerge against her will and decided to head home. She got home, changed into her favorite comfort clothes...an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, poured herself a glass of wine and lounged on the sofa. The sound of the phone ringing interrupted her attempt at relaxation and she reluctantly answered it. It was her friend Katie calling to ask about the presentation. Miranda completely lost all control and began crying as she recounted the events of the day. Katie told her that she didn't need to be alone and was coming over right then. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, letting Miranda know that Katie had arrived. She answered the door and was greeted with a warm embrace from Katie. The two moved into the living room and Miranda sat while Katie poured herself a glass of wine. Trying to take Miranda's mind off her troubles, Katie put in a movie. A very surprised Miranda saw that Katie had chosen a lesbian porn flick. Katie picked up on Miranda's reaction and moved closer to her...slightly caressing her face. Miranda couldn't help but keep her eyes fixed on the screen...making Katie grin with pride at being able to peek the interest of her friend. As she watched, Miranda noticed that she was starting to get wet and very aroused. Katie also noticed and took the opportunity to ask Miranda if she liked what she was seeing. A very fixated Miranda could do nothing but nod. Katie grinned to herself and moved her caress to Miranda's breasts...waiting to see how she would react. Miranda immediately began to moan which only encouraged her friend. Katie slowly removed Miranda's shirt, revealing two very round and pert breasts. She lowered her head and began circling her right nipple with her tongue while using her fingers to tweak the other nipple. Miranda let out a long moan, letting Katie know that her ministrations were working. Katie continued making love to her friend's breasts before moving her mouth further south...adding to the moans of approval coming from Miranda. She gently pushed her back on the sofa and removed her sweat pants...making an effort to run her tongue along her abdomen at the same time. Once the sweats and panties were gone, Katie spread Miranda's legs and took in the sweet aroma of her sex. Unsure of what was happening, Miranda started to protest but Katie shushed her...telling her to just lie back and enjoy. With her hands on each of Miranda's thighs, Katie gave her slit a good, long lick...being sure to flick her clit. A shiver went through Miranda's body and she began to moan more. Using the wetness flowing from Miranda's hole, she slowly inserted two fingers and began a nice, slow fuck, eliciting a few grunts from her friend. While continuing to pump her fingers deeply into Miranda, Katie took her clit into her mouth, sucking it while flicking it with her tongue. Miranda began bucking as the intensity began to increase. She started to become rigid and Katie took this as a sign that Miranda was very close to a very hard cum. She redoubled her efforts...pumping harder and faster, never breaking her seal on Miranda's clit, until she cried out...letting all the stress of the day go and succumbing to her climax. Katie removed her fingers and began taking in all the honey she could, cleaning Miranda up and letting her ride out her orgasm. When she had come down, Katie crawled up Miranda's body to meet her lips...allowing her to taste her juices. She then held her friend, knowing that she had helped her put away her concerns of the day. The two spent the night in each other's arms and Miranda woke the next morning much less concerned about her problems at work and determined to ravish Katie's body...just as she had done for her. Miranda Ch. 2 Katie was still asleep when Miranda woke. She stared admiringly at her friend....her new lover...appreciating the gentle curves of her body, the roundness of her breasts, the softness of her face. She began reflecting on the events of the previous night, remembering the onslaught of new sensations that Katie had introduced her to. Timidly, she reached out to stroke the cheek of her sleeping lover, grazing it gently and relishing in its smoothness. Growing bolder, she replaced her fingers with her lips, gently brushing them over Katie's cheek before placing them on her virtually velvety lips. Running her lips over Katie's, she noticed that they began to part ever so slightly. Feeling a bit daring, she slid her tongue into Katie's sweet mouth and initiated a slow but deep kiss. Lost in her now concentrated kiss, Miranda didn't notice that Katie had awoken...that is until she joined Miranda's kiss, beginning a battle of tongues. With her passion now uncontrollably rising, Miranda grasped hold of Katie's breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. Katie moaned into Miranda's mouth...arching her back to allow better access to her now throbbing nipples. Miranda broke the kiss and lifted Katie's shirt, revealing the round breasts she had only been able to admire through clothing. She stared in amazement before lowering her head to suckle Katie's left nipple, while pulling on her right. Katie continued her moaning as Miranda switched, giving her other nipple the same treatment. Katie couldn't help but feel pleased at being able to bring forth such a reaction from her lover...she had felt so apprehensive having never pleasured a woman before. Mimicking what Katie had done the previous night, Miranda slowly trailed her tongue down Katie's abdomen...planting soft kisses as she moved further and further south. "God, yes sweetie," Katie groaned as Miranda began removing her now wet panties. Astonished at her ability to make Katie so aroused, Miranda studied Katie's pussy...noticing it's swelling and wetness. Almost entranced by what she was seeing and smelling, she dove in...tasting Katie's cream for the first time. Katie jolted at the touch of Miranda's mouth and let out a whimper of delight...begging Miranda to continue. Miranda opened Katie's lips and began flicking her clit, loving how hard it was becoming. Inserting two fingers, Miranda began to slowly drive Katie closer and closer to the edge. She noticed how Katie bucked her hips and pumped her fingers faster and deeper...taking her clit into her mouth at the same time, delighting in her capability to bring her lover so much bliss. Katie began jerking about, thrashing her head from side to side and screaming Miranda's name. Miranda struggled to hold on as Katie came and came in a seemingly unending series of orgasms, but was rewarded with a Katie's sudden squirting juices. As Katie had done for her, Miranda drank down every drop as her sweet lover slowly returned to earth. Finally regaining the ability to speak, Katie said, "Miranda, you have no idea how long I have wanted you." Tears began to fill Miranda's eyes as she became overwhelmed with what she knew was love for Katie. Katie drew her close, wiping away her tears and holding her with a new tenderness...overjoyed in knowing that she had finally been able to express her long repressed feelings for Miranda. Miranda – Part 3 Sunday morning had arrived, and with it the sobering realization that the workweek would soon be an uncomfortable reality. Miranda rolled over and whispered, "Good morning, Katie, my sw..." her voice trailed off as she discovered that Katie wasn't in her bed. Rising sleepily from the warmth of the sheets, Miranda called out again, "Katie? Where are you?" Still hearing no answer, she made her way into the kitchen where she found a note lying on the countertop. She opened it and began to read... "Miranda, I didn't want to leave like this, but I decided it was best to leave you alone for a while. I know a lot has happened over these few days, and I think you might need some time to think before we spend any more time together. I hope you understand...please know I did not intend to hurt you. Love, Katie" Staring at the letter in disbelief, Miranda began trembling...feeling as though her heart had literally been ripped right out of her chest. Questions were all that were swirling about in her mind...why would Katie just take off like that...what exactly was it that she thought I needed to think about...she didn't intend to hurt me. With more questions than answers, Miranda stumbled into the shower...tears beginning to flow freely now down her cheeks. She let the water wash over her head as she continued to mull over the events of the past days and Katie's mysterious note. Her tears of grief slowly began to turn into tears of anger...Who did Katie think she was...how could she storm in, turn everything upside down and then disappear with nothing but a trite apology? Emerging from the shower, Miranda should have felt more refreshed...more focused and ready to make her usual careful analysis of the situation before trying to decide how to respond. Instead, she rushed to dress herself, grabbed her car keys and headed to Katie's place. She didn't care that her hair was soaking through her t-shirt; she had to confront Katie now and get this whole mess cleared up. As she drove, she coached herself, "just don't start crying...whatever you do, don't start crying." She pulled into Katie's driveway and trotted up to her front door...hesitating slightly before she knocked three times. "Just keep it together," she thought, hearing Katie's footsteps approaching the door from the other side. Katie was obviously surprised to see Miranda at her door, "Uh, hi," she stammered before opening the door further and motioning for Miranda to enter. Katie could see that Miranda was extremely distressed and she tried to offer her a glass of water when Miranda began her tirade, "What the hell were you thinking? Did you think you'd just waltz in, fuck me, fuck with my mind and then just slip back into your quiet little existence here? " Katie tried to interrupt, "Miranda, wait...I don't think I made myself clear..." Miranda cut her off abruptly, "Oh I think everything was perfectly clear. You got laid and I got screwed...it doesn't get any clearer than that!" Unable to control the barrage of emotions wreaking havoc on her heart and mind, Miranda lost the battle with her tears and started to sob almost uncontrollably. Katie grabbed a towel and placed it around Miranda's shoulders...walked her to the couch and sat her down gently. Miranda's crying continued and Katie decided to put her arms around her...pulling her closer and held her tenderly. She whispered in Miranda's ear, "Shhh...sweetie. It's ok, it's ok," as she smoothed her lover's hair. Truth be told, Katie thought of Miranda as just that...her lover. And now she realized how her hastily and poorly written note had messed everything up. Why she never seemed to have the courage to stand up and say what she really felt was something she didn't think she would ever understand. Holding her lover and trying to calm her had made her see what this shortcoming of hers was capable of doing to her loved ones and her relationships. Tears of her own began to well up in her eyes...she bit down slightly on her lower lip and decided now was the time to break the cycle she always seemed to get herself caught up in. Taking Miranda's hands in hers, Katie looked straight into her lover's eyes, "Miranda, I have something to say to you. I shouldn't have left like that...I shouldn't have left that ridiculous note. What I really wanted to tell you is that I love you...I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I want to be part of your life...to share every moment with you...to be...to be...yours." Katie's tears...her words...the feel of her hands, all washed over Miranda. She too felt an intense love for Katie and began to regret some of her earlier, harsh words. The two sat and looked at each other for a few moments, tears flowing, before Miranda leaned in and brushed Katie's lips with her own. Katie immediately moved her hands to Miranda's face and began a long, deep kiss, holding and caressing her lover's face in her hands. This kiss was so passionate and hypnotic that when it finally did break, Miranda could only pant the words, "I love you, Katie." Without any more words, Katie led Miranda to the bedroom where they shared another very passionate kiss. As their tongues swirled about inside each other's mouths, Katie gently took Miranda's now soaked t-shirt, raising it slowly over her head before resuming their kiss. She backed Miranda up to the bed and laid her down on it gently before breaking their kiss again. Katie looked with longing into Miranda's eyes and wiped away the remaining tears before planting kisses on the sides of her neck. Miranda closed her eyes and let out a moan as her lover...yes she was sure, now...Katie was her lover...moved her mouth along her collarbone and chest. Katie stopped just shy of reaching Miranda's breasts and brought her hands up to cup each one, giving them each a gentle squeeze. She swirled her tongue around each nipple before engulfing the left one completely in her mouth. Miranda's back arched suddenly as she tried to press more and more of her breast into Katie's warm, succulent mouth. Katie moved to the right breast as she slowly slid one hand down Miranda's quivering abdomen. She moved her body alongside her lover's as she made contact with Miranda's mound...she could feel the heat emanating from deep within and noticed her legs spreading. With her palm lying just at the top of her sex, Katie inserted two fingers into Miranda's waiting pussy and gazed straight into her eyes as she did. She saw Miranda's eyes close and heard a low moan of approval as she withdrew her fingers and then plunged them back, engaging her lover in a gentle, rocking dance. Her fingers continued to pummel Miranda's pussy while her palm gave constant, firm pressure to her throbbing clit. Katie held Miranda with her other arm and watched in amazement as beads of sweat began to trickle down from her chest to her mound...building with the continued bucking of Miranda's hips. Katie's pace quickened and Miranda bucked feverishly to meet every thrust of her lover's fingers...each thrust bringing her closer and closer to the orgasm that was mounting faster and faster within her. Miranda's hands gripped the sheets and she threw her head back as she came. Katie gazed lovingly at her lover as the orgasm wracked through her body, kissing her face and neck while beginning to slow the movement of her fingers. Finally their lips met in a true lover's kiss as Miranda slowly returned to her senses. Katie allowed her fingers to slip out and wrapped both arms around her lover. In this moment, both knew without question that not only had their relationship blossomed into something completely new, but that they both were ready to embrace it...ready to face the world together as lovers and as friends. Miranda Ch. 01 Miranda looked apprehensively at the elevator doors. Normally she didn't mind riding in one alone, but in this place, with all the crowds, she couldn't control who was in there with her. There was something about elevators, something that intensified the thoughts. Occasionally she could read those of others, but in an elevator they just seemed to shout out to her. 'Nice ASS!' She heard. She turned her head and looked at the crowd of people bustling around the hotel lobby, but couldn't tell from which direction it came from. Ahh ... there, the man who turned to take a last look before turning the corner. She gave him a look that told him of her disapproval. He wrinkled his brow as he disappeared around the corner, wondering if he had made the comment out loud. She turned to glance at herself in the huge mirror that hung on the far wall. She knew she was drop-dead gorgeous, and turned to take a look at her succulent ass, knowing full well she often stopped men in their tracks. Her black gown fit her 35 year old trim frame like a glove, with its deep plunging v-neck, going well past the revealing cleavage of her 36C's and halfway to her navel. There was no doubt she wasn't wearing a bra, reinforced by her nipples, which frequently became visible when a cool breeze, or a hot glance, caught her attention. The backside of the dress was just as breathtaking. Her sculpted spine was completely exposed down to a mere inch above the swell of her delicious butt, showing off those two dimples men find so attractive on a woman. Because she knew there were certain ways she could turn where, had she worn any, her panties would have been exposed, she chose to wear none. The thoughts of men who happened to catch a glimpse of the crack of her ass were often intensified by their lust for her, and she rarely missed when she was accidentally 'exposing' herself. Only her husband knew she was completely naked beneath the thin film of material, and on the two other occasions she had worn this dress, she always got extremely aroused. It was as close as she could get to being naked in public and still be high-class and presentable. Her rich, shoulder length brunette Valencia hairstyle and gloss black spiked heels completed the picture of beauty. Her dark sunglasses, rich red lipstick and matching fingernails, gave her an air of mystery, and allowed her to casually glance at all those people parading passed her while maintaining the impression of an unapproachable socialite. Her heart jumped as she heard the ding signaling the arrival of the elevator. It quickly emptied and the three of them went in. Her husband, Charles, was the perfect image of a corporate executive. In the ten years they had been married, she had intercepted his thoughts often, and his mind was always very proper, keeping focused on the task at hand. He was actually quite boring, for she rarely picked up on a thought that was out of place or improper ... especially at these social business gatherings. Unfortunately, that also meant their love life was the same ... proper and boring. And what a shame, too. At six foot five he was an imposing figure, even to her five foot six frame, and his 'manhood' matched the myth of the tall man with big hands. She just wished she could enjoy his massive tool much more often. He was very much the epitome of the salt-and-pepper haired vice president. There were dozens of ambitious younger women who would have given themselves to him, body and soul. Charles always considered her to be the 'loose cannon' in their relationship. She was 15 years his junior and frequently tried to pull him away from the tedium and structure of business to indulge in a little lust and passion. Sometime she succeeded, most of the time she didn't. The most outlandish thing she ever got him to do was enjoy a quick blowjob in his office as he clinched a deal on the phone with some Japanese firm. She still thinks it was the man on the other end of the phone agreeing to his multi-million dollar deal that brought him to orgasm, and not her oral talents. Richard, his administrative assistant, on the other hand, was a treasure trove of jumbled thoughts. At 27, it was no wonder he was still at the very bottom of the junior executive chain. He always seemed to be hanging on Charles' coattails at business socials, especially when Miranda accompanied him. She had been picking up his scatterbrained thoughts since they first got into their limousine. The thought that kept him occupied the most was wondering if Miranda was wearing any panties. She was flattered by his attention, especially since it seemed to preoccupy his thoughts SO much, but then, he was always flirting with her. If he weren't so reckless and unable to keep his mouth shut, he might have enjoyed her charms long ago, despite her rule about not get involved with anyone working directly with her husband. Miranda knew exactly what her purpose at these functions was ... to be eye candy for all the executives to drool over. Her beauty often attracted conversation to Charles, which he easily turned into his next business venture. In this he had his secret weapon ... her telepathy. He didn't understand it, but appreciated the tips she would give him when discussing business. She could read the fears and apprehensions of his business associates, which Charles would turn to his advantage. He was very successful at his chosen profession, and it kept Miranda in a lifestyle she enjoyed ... that of the rich and pampered. Charles used her abilities to keep his edge in the corporate world, and he was legendary for his swift takeovers of other corporate firms. While they all were ogling her sexy body, she was learning their innermost thoughts, and became the very weapon that would eventually be their undoing. She would be lying if she said she had been faithful to Charles all their married life, but it was one of those things that was just never discussed. She was good for his image and business, and he was good to her. His busy schedule allowed her plenty of free time to play, and she played often. Besides, he knew deep down if she was satisfying herself physically with someone else, it would keep her attention off him, allowing him to keep his mind focused on what made him happy ... his business. He was secure enough in their relationship to know she would not leave him, or the life of privilege he provided her, as she was in love with him. He was comfortable enough to let her seek her physical pleasures wherever she might find them. He had no desire to know how, who, or how many times she sought this pleasure. Miranda was very selective and she could afford to be. Her lifestyle exposed her to the who's-who of upper crust business world. Although she wouldn't be able to say exactly how many men she had known since getting married, it was definitely more than she could count. There was a woman, too. There were the brief encounters, lasting a few hours, to the ongoing ones. Her longest was with a man named Kerry, a businessman from Canada, whom she still sees when he comes into town. She's done the quick blowjob in a limo to that one time she let the wife of a distant associate eat her out while he watched. She never met with anyone directly involved with Charles, and was discreet enough to know ... through the thoughts of the other business executives ... that her reputation was that of a clean and respectable wife of a business executive that was not to be approached about such unconscionable things as a sexual affair. She made sure nothing she did would bring discredit or suspicion to her husband. No sooner than the elevator doors shut, than Richard's thoughts echoed in the small enclosure, turning more audible in her mind, as if he were speaking right into her ear. He stood next to Charles, slightly behind, so he could gaze upon Miranda's succulent rear and exposed backside without fear of discovery. She fidgeted with her lower lip as she looked up at the numbers clicking away on the floor display, trying to ignore his racy thoughts. Although Richard did little for her libido, she had to admit his thoughts of what his tongue and cock could do to her bent over ass was causing her temperature to rise. She sighed deeply, trying to keep her blush and erect nipples from showing. Twenty-four more floors to go. Casting a smile at her husband, she could hear that his thoughts were deep in rehearsing a sales pitch he was planning to give. Another sigh. The elevator suddenly slowed, and the doors opened. Miranda fought back the rushing fear of claustrophobia as a herd of people pushed in. Moving to the back to provide room, Richard moved to the corner, and Miranda pressed against him, with Charles to the side. She would rather be touching Richard than some stranger. Although not a word was spoken, the tiny elevator seemed to echo with conversation. Thoughts about dinner, running errands, things forgotten, things still left to do. It was all she could do to keep from covering her ears. The doors closed and the numbers started climbing again. Above the other thoughts, she could hear Richard falling into a world of confusion. Her ass was now pressed against his thigh, and he was arguing with himself if he should attempt to actually try and touch her with his hand, to feel the soft roundness of her firm ass. With all the moving around in the elevator it would be easy to dismiss as an accident. As if to encourage him, she shifted slightly, turning so her body would conceal any activity. She wanted to see if he had the nerve to touch her ass, with his boss ... her husband ... standing only inches away. 'Go ahead,' she thought back, 'touch my ass. If you've got the balls to grab me, I'll let you touch it all you want. Would you have the nerve to touch my pussy if I presented it to you, right in front of Charles?' She took in a breath as her body heated up with this little game of cat and mouse. She arched her back and parted her legs ever so slightly. If he had his hand in the proper place, she would have been well open to receive him. 'Would you let him bend you over and fuck you?' Another voice called out. Miranda jumped and searched the faces of those around her. It wasn't that of Richard, but someone spoke out loud, responding to her thoughts. As she jumped she leaned harder against Richard, so much so that he almost fell back against the wall. He brought his hand up and cupped her ass, partly in reaction to falling, partly because his mind had already willed his hand to touch her. As she regained her balance, she swiveled her hips and his hand gently slipped into the crack of her ass. 'Oh my GOD,' his thoughts betrayed. 'She isn't wearing any panties.' She closed her eyes, wishing she could also see and feel what Richard was. She could feel a whisp of cool air on the crack of her ass, and knew his hand had moved the material enough to expose it to his ravenous glance. 'You like that, don't you?' The voice called out again. 'You like having him touch your ass, in such a public and dangerous place.' 'Where are you?' Miranda screamed in her thoughts. Her eyes were moving wildly behind the dark glasses, looking for anyone who looked responsible for this mental game of chase. A quick glance at Charles, and he was still deep in thought, absentmindedly watching the floors click away. 'You want him to touch your pussy, don't you?' he asked. 'Present it to him ... you said you would.' 'Who are you?' Miranda asked again, realizing she sounded like a broken record. 'Someone who can control his thoughts much better than you can.' He finally answered. 'You want him to touch your pussy, don't you?' He reiterated. 'YES!' Miranda responded, unconsciously pressing harder against Richards's nonchalant hand. 'Is he still touching your ass?' He queried. 'Yes.' She answered, her moan of pleasure being conveyed through her thoughts as well. She was as aroused by this man who could read her thoughts that she couldn't see as much as Richard's hand physically touching her. 'Pull your dress up and let him touch it directly.' He ordered. 'I can't.' She protested. 'It's too crowded. Someone will see.' 'I know.' He responded. 'I will see it. I want to see you let his finger slide into your wet pussy, just like you want him to.' 'NO!' She refused. 'I can't.' 'Do it ... do it now!' Her breath was coming in short pants that she was sure everyone else in the elevator could hear. In all the years she had listened to others thoughts, she had never had anyone respond to her. It was communication on a completely private level, mental sex in a crowded elevator, and she was amazed at how aroused it had her. But the surprises weren't over, yet. 'I want to see it too.' Another voice replied. This one was female, subtle and demure. "What!?!" Miranda cried out. This time audibly, and everyone turned to glance at her. Richard quickly withdrew his hand and Charles momentarily glanced down at her. There were muffled coughs and people shuffled about. As several thoughts echoed 'What's her problem?' Miranda could hear two people laughing ... one male, one female. 'We both want to watch you give your pussy to Richard.' He explained, '... my girlfriend and I.' 'You can both read my thoughts?' She asked. 'Yes.' The female voice responded. 'Pull your dress up and let Richard have your pussy.' The male ordered again. 'And, at the same time I'll finger my girlfriend's pussy.' Miranda couldn't ignore her advanced state of sexual arousal. She closed her eyes again and imagined her back arched, Richards finger exploring the depths of her most intimate passages with her black dress pulled up to reveal the fullness of her naked ass, all in the midst of a crowded elevator. She was so turned on she was starting to throw caution to the wind, not even caring if someone else did see her. Miranda placed her hands at her sides and slowly started inching the material up her thighs. She had only gone a few inches when the elevator slowed and the doors opened again. She froze. Most of the people left, as another group waited to get in. Miranda looked around and her eyes fell upon a couple in the other back corner. They looked to be in their mid-twenties. The woman stood in front of the man, no doubt his cock pressing into the crack of her ass through his jeans. They smiled casually at her, and Miranda noticed he had his hand under her short pleated dress. The woman flashed a shy smile and meekly pulled her dress aside, revealing his hand against her furry mound, a finger pressed deeply between her legs and obviously inside her. Miranda couldn't believe their display. The woman's nakedness was plainly visible for all to see, yet the elevator started to fill without anyone taking notice. As a rather large man moved towards her, Miranda used the opportunity to move to the other side of the elevator. Much to Richard's disappointment, she found herself being pressed against the couple as the elevator filled. Charles still had his gaze firmly on the floor display, and was now juggling financial figures in his head. Richard was cursing himself for being so forward. As the doors closed, Miranda felt another hand on her ass. This one much more deliberate and probing. 'I like having you over here much better.' He commented, both hands now full of feminine flesh ... his left buried deep in his girlfriend, his right greedily caressing a new firm ass, soon to be buried in the pussy of a beautiful, complete stranger. Miranda couldn't believe she was allowing herself to be groped by a stranger she knew nothing about, but his hand was working on her body just like his thoughts were working on her mind. 'Because you hesitated when I told you to raise your dress.' He explained. 'Now you're going to have to take it off completely.' 'What?!' Her mind yelled. 'You're crazy, there's no way.' 'It's easy.' The woman said. 'Do it just like this.' Without hesitating the woman pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was braless and now exposed her naked top half to the entire elevator. Her pale skin didn't sport the even tan that Miranda's tanning spa produced, but her breasts were firm and attractive, with small erect nipples topping her quarter-sized areola. 'You're both crazy.' Miranda thought, pulling herself away from his probing hands. "No I'm not crazy." The woman replied audibly, loud enough for everyone in the elevator to hear, yet no one turned around. "But ... you can watch me get fucked." She pulled away from her boyfriend and started wiggling out of her dress. Miranda's jaw dropped open when she saw that he already had his pants around his knees, and a huge erection was pointing straight out. Within a few seconds, she was completely naked except for her socks and shoes. Her untrimmed pubic hair was in plain view covering her sex. Her body was actually quite attractive, shapely, athletic and firm. No one in the elevator was moving. "What's going on here?" Miranda asked, speaking aloud herself, looking wildly around the elevator. "What's happening?" "You still don't know how to use the wonderful abilities you've been given." The man explained. "You, I, Becky, we all have an ability that goes much further than being able to hear the thoughts of others. We have the ability to take a moment in time, and expand it for as long as we want, to do whatever we want, with whoever we decide to do it with." While he spoke, Becky dropped to her knees and lovingly sucked his still-hard cock into her mouth. His voice cracked as he lavished in the wonderful sensations, knowing that another conscious human being was watching him, as he gathered his thoughts to continue. "If you wanted to, you could spend hours fucking Richard's eyes out right here in the elevator ... right in front of your husband's eyes ... and when you're done, it will have been nothing more than a split second fantasy in his mind. He would remember all of it ... how your pussy tasted, how it felt to slide into your tight wetness, how his orgasm felt being released inside you ... but because it happened in a flash, he would interpret it as nothing more than a mere fantasy ... a split-second daydream." Miranda watched in fascination as Becky's mouth slid back and forth on his cock. Her sucking was sloppy and noisy, and she could tell he was enjoying it by the way he arched his back and bent his knees. "How do you do it?" Miranda asked. "Stop time?" Her own breath was getting short as she watched Becky's hand slip between her own legs to play with her clit as she sucked her boyfriends cock. Her activities were hidden by the way she knelt in front of him. "I want her naked first." Becky protested, pulling away from his cock and gazing lustfully upon Miranda's black clad form. "Once she's naked you can tell her, okay Tom?" She then sucked his cock back into her mouth, but her gaze stayed upon where Miranda's soon-to-be-exposed pussy was. Tom closed his eyes as Becky intensified her efforts. He didn't have to tell Miranda to take off the dress, but the ball was definitely in her court. Like she had started to do when she was pressed against Richard, Miranda slowly raised her dress higher up her thighs. Not stopping this time, she could tell when her trimmed sex was revealed to Becky as her pupils swelled, and Becky moaned appreciably against Tom's cock. Before she knew it, she was pulling the dress over her head. Not wanting to get it dirty on the floor, she draped it over the shoulders of someone in the elevator. Both Tom and Becky admired her sexy trim form, the result of many hours a week with her 'personal trainer' that kept her body in top shape, both physically and sexually. Becky could see Miranda's pubic hair, pussy lips and inner thighs were slick with her excitement, and no doubt any man would have no trouble sliding all the way inside her at this very moment. Tom admired her breasts, capped with nipples much larger than Becky's. Her tan was perfectly even, as if she were right out of a skin magazine. Panting at the scene of live sex right in front of her, Miranda leaned back against the wall next to Tom, and casually started stroking her own clit, to Becky's approval. Miranda Ch. 01 "So how do you do it?" Miranda asked again, knowing she had met the requirements to learn the secret. Tom moaned his appreciation at Becky's oral talents, and slowly eased her mouth from his cock. "Like that." He said, turning towards Miranda. She gazed at his huge rigid cock, slick from Becky's sloppy blowjob. She wrinkled her brow. "Like how?" She reiterated, noticing nothing different. Tom looked down at Becky, who was now also motionless. He had managed to freeze a moment within a moment, and it was now just the two of them. "All you have to do is think about it." Tom explained. "And it happens. The discipline is knowing how to think it." As he explained this, he turned her away from him, facing the other end of the elevator, where she could easily see Charles and Richard, motionless as if she were looking at a three-dimensional picture. She felt Tom's hand slide down the crack of her ass, and she parted her legs to allow him access to her sex. "Are you going to fuck me right in front of your girlfriend?" Her breath was short, and she arched her back hoping he would answer her with his cock. "Do you want me too?" He panted, fingering her slick depths as his rigid cock slid up and down the crack of her ass. "I think Becky would like to watch your cock slide into my pussy." She responded, gyrating her ass against his cock. "I want her to watch us." "Do you think Richard would like to watch us fuck each other?" Tom asked. Miranda cocked her head to the side, pondering the thought. With as much as he's fantasized about seeing her naked, it would be a sight to see the expression on his face. Reading her thoughts as if she had said them out loud, Tom instructed her... "Then think it, and Richard can join us." He suggested. "Just like I thought Becky out." "Not yet." Miranda countered. She reached behind her and pulled his cock from the crevice of her ass, and slid it between her legs. She arched her back and pressed his cock hard against her slick sex, and he slid into her pussy. "THAT's what I want right now!" And she started rocking back against him, starting a rhythm that soon had her moaning. His wonderful cock was now sliding in and out of her, satisfying the itch she had needed scratched since this whole thing began. After a few more strokes, she pulled off him, and returned him to stand in front of Becky's open mouth. "I want to try something." Miranda said, her mind still recalling the wonderful fuck she had just received. Tom's cock now glistened with her cunt juices, and she looked down at Becky and pondered a thought. Instantly Becky moved forward, taking Tom's cock back into her eager mouth. Tom smiled at Miranda as his manhood was enveloped back into warm wetness. She had done it ... with a thought. Within a mere second, Becky stopped and pulled back, looking inquisitively at Tom's cock. Then she smiled and looked up at the two of them. "You incredibly sexy bitch." She cooed. "You fucked him already. God does your cunt taste good. I want to watch it this time. I want to see his cock slide into your fucking pussy." Becky moved Miranda in front of Tom, and gazed upon her sexy pussy as her spread legs were stretched out above her. She watched Tom move his cock into position and then slide it deep inside Miranda's willing cunt. Overcome with lust, Becky moved in and started licking both Miranda's engorged clit and Tom's slick shaft as it slid in and out. She ran her hands freely up and down Miranda's smooth and silky body. Before long he was going to cum, and Becky pulled him out of Miranda and pointed his glistening cockhead at her naked body. As she jerked her hand wildly over his cunt juice covered cock, cum shot out all over her face, hair and tits, bathing her in his cream. Miranda looked down, moaning at the extremely sexy sight of another woman catching the cum of a man who had just fucked her, but her own excitement was starting to wane. She needed to cum too. Sensing her needs, Becky pressed her tongue deep into Miranda's drenched pussy, and alternated between flicking her clit and tongue fucking her. Tom fondled her tits and she never knew a woman's tongue could feel so good against her own sex. Soon her own body was bucking against Becky's mouth, and she screamed her orgasm into the small enclosure filled with motionless people, including that of her husband. ------------------------------------ In a blink it was over. Miranda looked around, wondering what had just happened. Her skin was flushed, her pussy wetter than she had ever remembered ... still twitching in what seemed like the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm, and Richard's hand was grazing her dress covered ass. Through her dark glasses she scanned the crowded elevator looking for Tom and Becky, but there was only coughs and the thoughts of people wrapped in their own little worlds. Had it all been just a fantasy of her own? It had only been a second. The thoughts of the people around her were deafening, she closed her eyes and wished them to be quiet. Then everything fell silent. All that remained was Richard's hand, gently swaying against her butt. Opening her eyes she looked around. Everyone was motionless, except Richard. He was oblivious to everyone except her, his mind focusing so intently on her lithe form. "Still looking for a piece of this?" She said out loud. He froze, and she slowly lifted her dress, until his warm hand rested on her naked backside. "Do you know what I'm thinking?" She again spoke, knowing he wasn't about to say a word. "Your hand is on my sexy ass, and I'm in need of a good fuck. Slide your hand between my legs and feel my wet pussy." Almost like a confused puppy dog, he did as he was told. As a finger pressed into her well-fucked cunt, she moaned and writhed against his hand. Pulling her dress over her head, again revealing her nakedness in the elevator, she started massaging his stiffening cock through the pants of his tux. "Are you getting hard?" She teased. In his wildest dreams he never imagined such nasty words flowing from her proper mouth. "Are you ready to fuck me. Are you ready to fuck your bosses little slut wife? Now that you know I don't wear panties ... ever, you'll never be able to look at me again without getting a raging fucking hardon. One of these days you won't be able to resist me, while looking at my sexy ass, or trying to get a look between my legs, and you'll just dive in, remembering how good my pussy feels, now that you've had a taste of the goods, no matter how risky it is. I'll bet Charles would even like you to watch ... to see his wife get serviced by this young stud." She had him all worked up now, and pulled away from him. She spread herself against the wall, and spread her legs wide. "Fuck me, before I change my mind." She ordered. "Fuck me while I'm open to you, right in front of my husba...." Before she could finish the sentence she was impaled with a massive, rock hard cock. He pounded into her furiously with the enthusiasm only a man his age could produce. She let out a long yeeeesssss, her voice wavering with every thrust of his cock. Richard was beside himself with lust. He didn't know how this had come about, but he wasn't going to waste it. He watched with joy as her sexy curves went from her slender shoulders down to her heart-shaped ass, which now distorted with his every thrust, watching his cock as it slid in and out of her, disappearing into that wonderful crack of her ass and deep into her pussy. It was too much to bear, and he quickly emptied his load deep into her willing cunt. ------------------------------------ Richard shook his head, wondering what had happened. The elevator was empty, and both Charles and Miranda were staring at him from the penthouse floor. "Something wrong?" Charles asked. Richard shook his head, wrinkling his brown, and followed them out of the elevator. As he walked behind them, he kept staring at Miranda's shapely ass as it swished beneath her thin gown. For some reason he could imagine ... perfectly ... what her naked ass would look like, especially with his rock hard cock slamming into her. He could imagine his cum dripping down her hard body thighs as if it had already happened. He didn't know what kind of a daydream he had enjoyed during their ride up the elevator, but his cock was twitching with images of Miranda that were VERY vivid. He could imagine her saying words like 'fuck' and 'pussy', seeing her beautifully luscious red lips as they pursed to say those illicit words. He had to look away, and get those thoughts out of his mind. All he wanted to do was touch her ass and see if she was wearing panties, and now his thoughts were very capable of getting him fired. Miranda Ch. 02 Miranda felt much better now that she was out of the elevator. She could still hear the rush of thoughts from the multitude of people at the party, but now they were as low and muffled as the actual conversation around her. It was amazing how their thoughts betrayed them. One distinguished gentleman was nodding his head and listening to an associate, but his thoughts only echoed 'asshole, what an idiot.' Excusing herself to the lady's room, she discreetly went into a private stall and wiped away the cum that was dribbling down her leg. It was a wonder how no one noticed it. She had never had sex anywhere within hours of being with her husband, and it was still a little overwhelming to imagine that she had enjoyed two men and a woman within feet of Charles. After finishing her business she retired to the washroom, where she adjusted her makeup and made sure her hair was in perfect order. As she did so, two young women emerged from the bathroom, gossiping freely. They both paused and looked at Miranda, exchanging greetings. The first lady left to return to the party, while the second, a stunning blonde named Gail, moved up next to her to adjust her own makeup. They made small talk, laughing about how both their husbands were obviously off making a killing on new business ventures. Between comments Miranda could hear Gail's thoughts, almost like a whisper. 'God, you look good enough to eat.' and 'You aren't wearing anything under that dress, are you?' Miranda said it was time to get back to the party, but Gail said she had to go and 'take care of some business.' But again, her thoughts betrayed her ... 'Too bad you can't join me ... we'd have a great time.' She returned to one of the private bathroom stalls while Miranda headed for the door. She could hear the sounds of the party outside, and an erotically wicked thought came over her. She closed her eyes and allowed a thought to be issued forth, seeing if her newfound abilities would obey. The party outside fell silent, and she looked back at the door to the stall occupied by a woman she now had all the time in the world with. Miranda could hear the low hum of a vibrator, and Gail's muffled moans. Miranda could tell she was fantasizing about the two of them locked in a glorious 69, eagerly tending to each other's sex with their tongues. She quietly opened the door and spied inside. As she expected, Gail had her gown up around her waist, her thong panties her wrapped around one ankle, and she was running a small pink vibrator up and down her wet slit. Miranda's heart skipped, for the woman's pussy was absolutely succulent, completely devoid of all hair except a thin wisp of platinum peach fuzz. She couldn't be more than 25 or so. Although she had previously enjoyed women going down on her on just those two occasions, Miranda never remotely considered herself bisexual. They had done all the work and she hadn't even kissed them, or their bodies. But now, all she could think of was wrapping this beautiful woman's pussy around her face and giving in to lesbian lust to it's fullest. Knowing she didn't need to close the door, as no one would be bothering them, she did so out of habit. Besides, even though the rest of the world was frozen in time, this was to be a private moment just between the two of them. As Gail had her eyes closed tightly, being deep in her fantasy, Miranda quietly crept up to Gail and stood before her. Pulling her dress off again ... she wondered if she should even bother putting it back on ... she quietly lowered herself to her knees. She moved between Gail's legs, until she was too close to go back. Gently placing her hands on her new lover's thighs, Gail jumped and squealed as her eyes shot open, instinctively trying to close her legs. Miranda softly smiled at her and kept her legs open. Gently taking the vibrator from her, she placed it against her lips and licked Gail's heady scent off the toy. She then focused her attention on the woman's soft labia, pink and opened to her like a beckoning flower. "Is this the fantasy you wanted?" Miranda asked, sliding her hands up along the outside of the woman's thighs. Without waiting for an answer she pressed her face against the woman's sex, grabbing her soft ass with both hands to pull her pussy harder against her tongue. She had never done this before, never wanted to do this before, but now it was all she could think about. Gail let out another squeal, this time one of pleasure mixed with surprise. She wasn't sure how this woman knew what sexual desires she had, but they were right on the mark. Her surprise turned to moans, and she started running her fingers through Miranda's thick hair, encouraging her to continue. She wiggled her thighs to get that perfect pressure against her longing clit. Miranda was also moving, enjoying the softness of Gail's legs as they gently caressed and moved back and forth across her swaying breasts. She would move and twist so as to excite and tantalize her own nipples as she moved. Gail kept moaning, and Miranda's hands wandered over her body as Becky had done to her. With a little encouragement, Gail unfastened her dress from around her neck, exposing her large breasts to Miranda's eyes. Although obvious she had 'enhanced' her bustline, Miranda marveled at such large offerings that were firm and succulent. Miranda moved up to enjoy her erect nipples riding high on her massive breasts, and Gail squeezed her legs together, trying to press her entire body against Miranda's. Miranda had always wondered what men saw in a woman's sex. They were all obsessed by it. But, she admitted, she could easily get obsessed with 'it' as well. The way the thin slick lips moved with her tongue, up to her clitoris, so easy to find now that it was excited. She was used to the taste and scent of her own excitement, but this was different ... very different. Dipping her tongue into the depths of a hole made to accommodate the thick shaft of a man's cock going in, and the head of a baby coming out. It was the obvious opposite of a man's penis, tender and soft. With a man your attention hovered above his body, whereas, with a woman, you moved closely into her depths. She had never felt anything so personal before. She admitted that getting into a 69 at this point would be most erotic ... or having a man take position between her legs to slide into her pussy from behind would make her excitement complete. Needing to give her own pussy attention, she pulled back and maneuvered Gail onto the thick, plush carpeting. She then moved over the woman's eager tongue, settling her own pussy down for a pleasure ride. Miranda let out a whimper of pleasure herself as Gail wrapped her arms around her legs, grabbed her ass and pulled the welcome treat onto her face. Miranda didn't know if Gail was as inexperienced as she, but she definitely knew how to tickle her fancy. Her tongue was gentler than a man's, and much more knowing as to the sensitive areas that pleased her most. Laying down on top of her, Miranda returned to the welcome wetness she had created between Gail's legs. The only sounds emanating from them were a symphony of muffled moans and slurps. A thought whispered in Miranda's mind as she pressed her tongue deep into Gail feminine folds. This idea excited her so much she felt her pussy spasm against Gail's talented tongue. Never had she cum with another woman. As her spasms slowly subsided, Miranda twisted around and lay face to face with her lover, exchanging a wild open-mouthed kiss, allowing them both the pleasure of tasting their love juices on the other woman's lips. As they kissed they gyrated their interlocked legs, trying to continue stimulating each other's clits. Miranda pulled back and stood up, helping Gail to her feet. "Lets go." Miranda ordered. Gail looked at her fearfully. "Go where?" She asked. "To find your husband." Miranda answered. "So he can watch." Gail was very excited by this prospect, again wondering how this mysterious woman knew exactly what she wanted. She started to put her dress back on, but Miranda stopped her. "You won't need that." Gail wrinkled her brow. "We can't go out there like this ... naked." Gail protested. "Sure we can." Miranda assured. "Watch." Miranda opened the door and walked into the outer washroom. Gail watched her juicy rear end as she sauntered away, self-assured and unafraid. Gail listened, and heard the outer door leading back to the party, open. There was silence. Reaching down, she picked up Miranda's filmy black dress, and headed out, cautiously following her. Holding her dress to cover her chest, she left the rest bunched around her waist, keeping her just eaten-out-sex exposed. Her panties were left behind in the stall along with the pink vibrator. Although Gail wasn't about to go outside, even if she was preceded by a crazy naked woman, she wondered why there were no sounds coming from outside. Was everyone staring in disbelief at a Lady Godiva walking through their midst? Finally, curiosity got the better of her, and she cracked the outer door open an inch or so to peer out. What she saw was beyond belief. The entire room seemed to be frozen in time. Everyone was there, motionless. The first person who caught her eye was Katie, her friend who had left minutes earlier. But she was only a few feet outside the door, in mid-stride to return to their small gathering of friends and business associates. And there was Miranda, in all her naked glory, walking around the room with the confidence and self-assuredness of a woman not even aware that she was naked. She went from person to person, looking into their eyes. Occasionally she would see someone she recognized and comment ... "well, Chuck, you always wanted to see me naked ... here I am." Then she noticed Gail, creeping out of the bathroom, mouth open and dress hiked around her waist. "Impressive, isn't it?" Miranda asked, walking back over to her. "What the fuck is happening?" Gail asked, confused beyond belief. "Don't try and understand it." Miranda explained. "I don't either. Just enjoy it." "How long is this going to last?" "As long as we want it to." "Are you making this happen?" Miranda nodded with a smile. "Why?" "Because you wanted to enjoy my pussy." Miranda answered. "And I wanted to enjoy yours." Gail pursed her lips to ask another question, but Miranda put her finger to them, then leaned in and kissed her. "Don't try to understand it. It's a gift to be enjoyed. When time returns to normal, this will be nothing more than a warm memory." Miranda turned to Gail's friend, Katie. "How close are you and her?" Gail shrugged her shoulders. "Friends." She answered. "I met her at a party three years ago." "Friends like you and I just became friends?" Miranda queried. Gail shook her head. "No," she defended, "It's not like that at all." "Would you like it to be?" Miranda offered. She pulled Katie's short dress up to her waist, revealing the pink lacy panties that barely covered her young, shapely ass. "I think she looks delicious." Miranda knelt down and pulled the silky material back, exposing her smooth skin. She gave her ass a saucy lick, then a tender kiss. Not being able to resist, she pulled the material between her legs to the side, and ran her tongue up her slit. She turned to look at Gail, who's look of confusion increased. "I know what you're thinking." Miranda smiled. "You were just thinking about how much you loved seeing her in that sexy little neon green bikini last weekend. How you went weak in the knees when she changed right in front of you, putting on her bikini bottoms. You were surprised to see she shaves herself completely, and you got a glimpse of her trim little redheaded quim. You even got a peek at her bare slit." Gail's face went blank ... 'how did you know?' "I told you." Miranda answered. "It's a gift to be enjoyed. Are you ready for this? I read Katie's thoughts too. She's wanted to taste your sexy tits ever since she met you. She always wanted to get 'enhanced' herself. She's been dying to get up the nerve to ask you if she could see them, when all she's really wanted to do is use that as an excuse to get them into her mouth, followed by your wet pussy. I even think I caught am image her spying on you and your husband fucking once, although she was definitely more interested in your body than his. As a matter of fact, as she was walking out of the bathroom she was kicking herself for not joining you. She deliberately flashed you when putting on her bikini, and shaved herself just for you, hoping you'd be interested and make a move. She's wanted to tell you her feelings and desires for a long time, but she thinks you would push her away because it's dirty and unnatural." "No, it's not." Gail defended, walking over to look Katie in the face, as if she could hear her. "It feels really good." She dropped her arms and her dress fell free, revealing her breasts again. "So let's show her." Miranda suggested. "And I'll go get your husband so he can enjoy watching the two of you ... where is he?" Gail pointed out her husband, Brad, on the far side of the room. He was a brash executive from a sister company with lofty goals. Miranda had remembered meeting him once several months ago, and that triggered her memory of meeting Gail too. Brad was one of those that wanted his cake and eat it too. As if having Gail wasn't enough, he had once flirted with Miranda in a way that left no misunderstanding that he wouldn't have hesitated to bend her over and give her, as he put it, a 'royal fucking'. He was definitely one of those types of men that always had to be in control. Interesting how she had gotten to know his wife in such a private and personal way. By now Gail's dress was lying in a rumpled heap on the floor, and was standing naked in front of Katie. She was shaking like a schoolgirl waiting for her first kiss. Miranda came up behind her and gave her a hug, cuddling her pussy against Gail's tight rear. "Are you ready?" Gail nodded. Miranda stepped aside and back from Katie's field of view. She waved her arms in a grand gesture as if casting a spell, knowing it was the mere thought that made things happen. Katie returned to life, barely finishing her step before bumping into her naked friend. Following Miranda's instructions, Gail kissed Katie full on the lips, and started undressing her before she had a chance to react. Since Katie had still been deep in the thought of fantasy about joining Gail in the bathroom, her mind accepted things easily as if it were another manifestation of that fantasy. Katie was naked before Miranda got to Brad, and they were lying side by side, in that glorious 69 they had both secretly desired. 'It's nice to bring friends together.' She thought. Miranda walked over and stood in front of Brad. He had a drink in both hands and was returning to a group of salt and pepper haired executives. She proudly stood in front of him displaying her naked body to his unseeing eyes. She struck a spread-eagled pose. "Well, Brad, you always wanted to see me naked ... here I am." She smiled wickedly. "Boy are you lucky to have a kinky wife that wants to include you in her little fuck games. I only wish I could get my Charles involved like you're about to." Feeling exceptionally spunky, she turned around and bent over, grabbing her ankles. She looked up at Brad between her spread legs. "I'll bet if I unfroze you right now," she whispered. "... you'd cream in your pants at the sight of my long, thin legs and tight, open, willing and eager pussy. I'll bet you'd give me that 'royal fucking' you said you would." She closed her eyes and issued the thought 'so fuck me.' In an instant Brad returned to life, and froze in his tracks. He was now oblivious to everything around him other than the naked woman bent over in front of him, presenting her open sex for him. Her slick lips were open, exposing the pink wetness inside. He blinked his eyes and shook his head. In his mind there was only one thought ... so fuck me. Miranda continued to smile as she looked up at him, seeing the bulge growing in his pants. In short order the drinks had been discarded and he was struggling to get his pants opened. Miranda closed her eyes and envisioned what was about to happen. Within seconds she felt his trembling hands wrap firmly onto her hips, and the warm, hard pressure of his fully erect manhood being positioned against her opening. With one smooth stroke she felt him part her lips and press inside. She took in a gasp as his massive length invaded her to the hilt, and she felt his hairy balls press against her clit. He left it there for a second, reveling in the feel of this warm, tight, wet glove that so completely enveloped his rigid cock. Then he started a slow pumping, increasing in speed until he was pistoning inside of her, enjoying the softness of her asscheeks with each thrust. Since she had already cum, and was still very turned on, it didn't take long for her to reach another orgasm. Once she was satisfied, she moved forward, and he slid out of her pussy. Righting herself, she turned and pressed her naked body against his, kissing him and sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. She gyrated her hips against his, encouraging his cock to reenter her. He started pistoning inside her again, responding to her kisses for a few seconds, then went rigid and pulled back. "That's right." She snickered, continuing to slide her pelvis back and forth against his cock, correctly reading his thoughts. "How do you like the taste of your little wifey-poo's juicy cunt on my breath? She loves having another woman tend to her needs, especially one that can make her cum. You need to spend more time with your tongue between her legs instead of your cock between others." She shook her head in pity. "You don't even know who I am, or whose wife your cock is fucking right now, do you?" She smiled again as his thoughts echoed in her mind. "And you don't even care!" He started pounding into her harder. "Okay, I'll be your nameless little bitch, your little fuck cunt." Her expression got even wilder. "You like that! You like having a fowl mouthed little gutter bitch to fuck, don't you?" Brad pounded into her mercilessly. As much as she hated to admit it, she was getting more turned on too. Her lovemaking with Charles was reserved and, well, passion-less. Every now and then she would try and talk dirty to him, but he just wasn't into it. She enjoyed talking like a tramp slut of a whore. It made her feel dirty, really dirty. And every now and then she needed that to feel like she was still alive, a woman capable of sparking a man's raw animal lust. "Okay, you want a bitch?" She hissed. "Then come fuck your bitch." Miranda moved over and bent over the back of a chair. It was no mistake that she was now pointed in the direction of Brad's wife and Katie, who were still in the throes of female lovemaking. She had promised Gail she would get Brad so he could watch the two women make love, but she didn't say what she would be doing while he watched. She just decided she would borrow Brad's cock for some pleasure of her own. In short order she felt Brad move into position behind her, and she soon had his cock pounding back into her. She watched Gail and Katie intently, although Brad, in his own world, was oblivious. Finally, she had to bring it to his attention. "It looks like we're not the only ones having fun." She commented, and made sure Brad cast his attention to the two women locked in a heady 69. At first Brad smiled at the added visual stimulation, but in a flash he recognized the massive tits that were moving beneath the lithe redhead as that of his wife. A wave of jealousy hit him, but not before his cock erupted. Feeling his cock grow to massive proportions, Miranda wiggled free and turned to sit in the chair, just as his cock erupted its creamy jet. She tilted her head back and let shot after shot dot her face, hair, chest and breasts. As many times as she had let men do this to her, there was nothing to compare with the exhilaration of the primal instinct of being sexually marked as the territory of another. It was the root emotion of all that was mankind ... to conquer and procreate. Miranda Ch. 02 Miranda caught her breath as she watched the ribbons of rapidly cooling liquid start to dribble down her body, into her pubic hair and between her legs. She looked up at Brad, whose eyes were still on Gail. "You can go to her later." Miranda ordered, spreading her legs wide, until she felt her well-fucked pussy lips opening. "You've made a mess all over me. I want you to lick me clean, right now!" Like an obedient slave, Brad lowered himself to his knees, between her legs. He started to lick her pussy when she stopped him. "Top to bottom." She ordered. "Save the best for last, and you'd better make me scream when I cum." Brad obeyed, and moved to her cheek, where the first splatters of cum had hit her. As she moaned appreciatively to the warm tongue bathing her body, she reached over and took one of the wine glasses off the table. "Thanks for the drink, Brad." -------------------------------------------- Miranda stepped out of the lady's bathroom into the makeup room. As she straightened her hair, two young women emerged from the bathroom, gossiping freely. They both paused and looked at Miranda, exchanging greetings. For a split second there was a look of de JA vous on their faces, and the blonde blushed. She commented she needed to go back into the bathroom to 'make an adjustment'. She turned and returned to her stall as the redhead paused for a second, looking at Miranda. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she turned to take the blonde's arm. Gently reaching into her purse the redhead pulled out a little pink vibrator the other had secretly tucked away. "Let me go with you." The redhead whispered. With a look of pleasant surprise the blonde smiled and they both crept into the private bathroom and closed the door. A few seconds later Miranda heard the sound of a vibrator, becoming muffled as it was slipped into eagerly waiting flesh. 'It's nice to bring friends together.' Miranda thought, and returned to the party. She strutted across the room with that same self-assuredness she had even when she was naked, and approached a man carrying two glasses of wine. As she passed him she took one and up ended it into her mouth. The flabbergasted man turned to give her a look of incredulity. "Thanks for the drink, Brad. Say hi to Gail ... next time you see her." And she walked away.