1 comments/ 38455 views/ 2 favorites Race Around The World Ch. 01 By: Crew Cut A woman appears on camera. "Hi. My name's Sappho (nickname: Crew Cut) and I'm a researcher for TV-Dyke, a cable TV station in my home town. Management has been keen to have a new 'reality' gameshow in the line up for next year, so I've been given the job of testing the format and scouting locations. The show is called "Race Around the World" and is based on a popular show where pairs of contestants compete to complete challenges and be first to arrive in a whole series of exotic locations. Several of my friends have helped me out, and agreed to test-run some of the locales. I'll let my friends introduce themselves to you in each episode!! They're all hot to get going. In this episode, we will meet Kristy-Anne and Sally. " Kristy-Anne: "I'm aged 34, an army lieutenant-colonel, commander of a women-only unit which enforces strict adherence to lesbianism. Sexual encounter is compulsory at least once a day. I believe a wet cunt and orgasmic release with your comrades is essential for happiness, and cohesion as a unit." Kristy-Anne is wearing civvies : thigh high boots, leather gloves, a leather jerkin, open, exposing her nipple-ringed tits, leather chaps, with a large cutout area exposing her pubic area. A huge latex girl-cock protrudes through the opening. She carries a whip. Her hair is cut in a perfect army high n' tight and is dyed white-blond. You may have met Kristy-Anne in Crew Cut's stories "We're In The Army Now!" Sally: "I'm a professional slut. I recently graduated from college where I majored in cum, and am employed by the Dean in a role she describes as a 'power pussy'. I seek out talented cunt wherever I roam. Not a bad achievement for a 21 year old whose mother died not long after she fled from Vietnam!" You can read about how I entered my profession in "Careers Counselling". Sally wears an almost sheer, flippy white mini skirt, with a shimmering g-string underneath. Kristy-Anne lifts her skirt and Sally wiggles her gorgeous, ripe and rounded ass at the camera. On top, Sally wears a spaghetti strap, sheer white camisole. Her erect, pierced, nipples create hard protrusions from her small, braless breasts. Her straight, black hair is cut China-doll style – a straight fringe and curved bob. Sappho: "Let's begin! We are standing here in Amsterdam, at Pink Point, a kiosk right next to the Homomonument on Westmarkt. " The woman at Pink Point hands a sealed envelope to Kristy-Anne and Sally. Sappho further explains : "We will see our contestant pairs in different locations - we will then review the destinations they have been sent to in order to determine whether they will be used in the final program. Each couple has a mini didgicam; they must ensure they capture the locations on tape. One requirement is that they must each be videoed in at least one act of sex – with someone else, or with each other – that is up to them. Let's follow our first couple, Lieutenant-Colonel Kristy-Anne and Sally as they embark on their adventure! Subsequent installments will follow each of the teams in turn." Kristy-Anne has been lifting Sally's skirt with the edge of her riding whip, and fondling the smooth round peach-like cheeks of Sally's ass. Now she nudges her chickdick into Sally's crack as she peers over Sally's shoulder at the instructions written on the card in Sally's hand. "Proceed to the Red Light district of Amsterdam, famous for its window prostitution. Find an empty window. Find your way in and put on a sex show in that window. You must earn 3000 Euros in tips before receiving your next instructions." By this time Kristy-Anne is almost ravishing Sally without worrying about whether she has made it to the Red Light District or not! Sally wriggles away and manages to grab Kristy-Anne by the hand and start running towards this world famous Red Light area. Entering the streets near the Dam, Kirsty-Anne and Sally are desperately seeking an empty window. It takes some searching before they find one, and, it must be said, Sally has been distracted more than once by the comely charms of some of Amsterdam's finest working girls. Her g-string is soaked with the seeping wetness of her sex. Kristy-Anne notices that many of the windows display a sign depicting a camera with a red line through it. Fortunately, the first empty window they see does not. This must be the one reserved for them. Great! They can meet the challenge of being videoed fucking. They find the entrance, concealed behind an almost unnoticeable door, and appear in the window. Kristy-Anne settles back onto a sleek, black leather and chrome extended chair, her girlcock pointing towards the ceiling. She strokes it and thrusts her cunt forward, while Sally dances around her, flipping her short skirt and waggling her ass as she fondles her small, nipple-hard tits through her sheer camisole top. She scans the crowd gathered outside, and notices two women in shorts, singlet tops, sandals and wearing daypacks on their backs standing close and surreptitiously running their hands across each others' arses. Ahhhhhhhhh! Dyke alert! Gaydar! Gaydar! Kirsty-Anne catches their eyes and beckons them closer to the window. Sally moves closer to Kirsty-Anne and sits between her lover's spread legs, facing the crowd, nudging her ass closer to Kristy-Anne's girlcock. The dyke tourists are open-mouthed, but Kristy-Anne can see their hard nipples through their singlets. She gestures to them to enter the window, and with no more encouragement they find their way along the tiny passage to the door of the 'room'. They enter, and Kristy-Anne silently summons them toward her with a crack of her whip. From under the leather lounge she produces the digicam, and a hat. Without a word, she presses the camera into the hands of the red head, and hands the hat to the dark skinned brunette. She nods at the crowd outside the window, cracks her whip again, and points the brunette outside again to collect tips from the gathered crowd. She motions the redhead to the edge of the space they occupy and indicates she must begin filming. As soon as the red light goes on the cam, Sally turns her pert ass towards it and abandons her sodden thong. She throws it to Kristy-Anne to sniff and lick as she spreads her ass cheeks and flips her skirt right up over her back. Kirsty-Anne chews on Sally's abandoned thong, making holes in the tiny patch of sodden fabric. Sally turns slowly towards Kristy-Anne, who cracks her whip over the perfect smoothness of Sally's rounded cheeks. Sally backs closer to the cock protruding from Kirsty-Anne's mound, turns, and straddles it, easing herself down towards it. As she dips down lower, she plays with her clit, and runs her fingers along her slit and into her dripping cunt, until she slams down onto the false cock and starts riding it into her juicy quim. Kirsty-Ann lifts Sally's camisole over her head, and as Sally raises her arms, takes it off. Sally leans closer to Kristy-Anne, and shoves her tits into the army woman's face. Sally clasps her hands behind Kirsty-Anne's head and slowly runs her hands along her crewcut nape, and the back and sides of her head. She allows her hands to slip across each bristle, which makes both these dykes more excited. Kristy-Anne uses her teeth to tug on Sally's nipple rings, pulling her nips out as long as Sally can bear. The crowd outside cheer and whistle, and as the brown-skinned, black-haired girl passes the hat around, it rapidly fills with cash. The digicam is capturing every move. Kirsty-Anne and Sally know that to achieve their target in tips, the crowd are going to have to want to see an orgasm. Some people are starting to drift away; after all, sex is for sale all around them, and two girls and a fake cock is not the only attraction. Kirsty-Anne lifts Sally off her appendage, unstraps her harness and abandons it into a corner close to the front of the window. It's time for Sally to be used all over her delicious body. Kristy-Anne cracks her whip and Sally drops onto all fours. Her gorgeous ass faces the crowd. Kirsty-Anne faces the crowd and straddles Sally, spreads Sally's cheeks, and displays her crack, and hole, as well as her cunt to the crowd. The tips flow into the hat. Kristy-Anne orders Sally on to the lounge to gain some height. Kirsty-Anne then kneels below and, spreading the delicious ass once more, begins to lick all around – and use her stiffened tongue to trace from clit to ass hole. Sally bucks and shudders, and throws her head around. She is so close to cumming the crowd holds its collective breath. All of a sudden, Sally explodes in a quivering release. She grunts and then lets out a deep-felt moan of pleasure. The hat is brimming over with money from the spectators. Neither is oblivious to the crowd, in fact their excitement is heightened by the audience. Sappho appears at the window and holds up a sign. "Go. Now. You have 1 hour and 30 minutes to make your flight to - Sydney – where it's Mardi Gras time!" Wooooooooooooh. Kirsty-Anne is going to have to wait for her turn. Frustrated, she picks up her dildo and harness, and stomps off, cracking her whip and parting the crowd as she strides off looking for a taxi to the airport. Sally scrambles into her flimsy, flirty clothes, including the sticky, skanky, holey g-string, grabs the digicam and chases after her Mistress. If Kirsty-Anne is out of sorts now, Sally is imagining how she will be after a 24 hour flight to Sydney, crammed into an economy class seat in the plane, with little likelihood of any vigorous sex. It's been many years since the army officer has gone a day without fucking. Sally turns on the camera and records herself "Wow, Kirsty-Anne is really pissed off. I had a huge cum and she was denied one! She's well pissed off, and likely to be a hostile bitch for some time! Maybe I'll get a chance to ease her tension on the plane, maybe not!" They arrive at the departure lounge without a minute to spare. They are last to board the plane, and every pair of eyes follows them as they walk the length of the plane to their seats in the back row. A bespectacled, middle aged woman is sitting reading in the middle seat of three. Kirsty-Anne and Sally have to occupy the seats either side of her. The woman sneaks some glances at her row companions. An audible gasp escapes from her, and she hurriedly buries her face deeper in her book. Her dream of stretching out across three seats has been shattered by the arrival of these two rather, errr, outlandish (she thinks to herself) women. The look on her face says it all. Before the plane has even taken off, Sally starts chatting to the woman, who is called Cheryl. She starts by asking what she is reading. A novel by Colette, she is told. "Are you Australian?" Sally asks. No, she is English. She is going to Sydney for a large family celebration. "We're going for a similar reason" Sally informs Cheryl, "a great big party!" The chit-chat continues, as Kirsty-Anne glowers, squirming in her seat, desperately trying to rub her aroused clit enough to achieve some release. It's not working. After take-off, she gets up and takes the cam to the bathroom. There she engages in some less-than-spirited masturbation, dashing her fingers in and out her cunt, as she talks to the camera she has set up on the stainless steel basin edge. "That slut Sally is engaged in trivial chit-chat with a boring English bitch, and I'm left rubbin' me nubbin here in the cramped airline toilet. Grrrrrrrrrr." Kirsty-Anne shudders a little, and is let down from a quiet and perfunctory release. At least it eases her frustration a little. But not much! Kirsty-Anne returns to her seat, just as Sally is saying "and we managed 3510 Euros in tips!!" Mousy-woman has her legs up on the seat back in front of her, and is vigorously pushing her own fingers in and out her cunt! The book lies cover-up on Kirsty-Anne's seat. Sally winks at Kirsty-Anne, and conveys a world of meaning. Why that little slut, thinks Kirsty-Anne, as she breaks into a smile. Well, this trip might be better than she anticipated, she thinks, as she re-seats herself. Within a moment, she feels an unfamiliar hand on her flesh, covering the cutout area of her leather pants. . . and immediately a finger searching for an altogether more sensitive part . . . In unison, Kristy-Anne and Sally yawn to camera, manage to smile and say in unison "Not a moment's sleep in a 24 hour flight!" It seems every time they tried to catch a few winks, one of the other two women roused her with renewed sex play. Tits and cunts hurt from being probed, sucked, tweaked and played with. Time to catch a short nap before taking part in the Mardi Gras Parade through the streets of Sydney and then partying the night away. Kristy-Anne and Sally are guests of honour at the head of the parade with the famous Dykes on Bikes, their legs astride throbbing Harleys, hanging on to the tits of the dyke in front. Race Around The World Ch. 02 Sappho: Our second team are ready to get under way. Let’s meet our two stars, Barberboi and Petal. When the show was mooted, these gals were the first to sign. They have been inseperable since they became lovers, which you can read about in my stories “Adventures of Barberboi”. Barberboi,: “Hey! I’m 32, A crew-cut punkdyke. I’m a lifelong short-hair fetishist, and Petal is my love. We adore nothing more than sharing our love and sexuality with others. I long ago abandoned my original profession, aeronautical engineering, and now indulge my passion for barbering full-time. I’ve been called a hard-core evangelical dyke, the type suburban mothers are scared their well-brought up daughters will fall prey to. Hahahaha! All true! If there's a pussy to eat, ass to lick and tits to nibble, well, it would be rude to decline, wouldn't it?” Barberboi is wearing black jeans, cuban heeled boots and an unbuttoned white silk shirt exposing her small, pert, pierced breasts and two exquisite tattoos which wind their way across both breasts and, at least until undressed, unseen over her shoulders to the small of her back and across her taut arse. Petal. “Until I met Barberboi I had never been with a woman (or a man). Bb has been my lover since she began tutoring me in Physics at college. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was fucking my mother! Mom is 10 years older than Bb, I’m 10 years her junior. I just adore threesomes and moresomes, and with Barber I have enjoyed so much pussy. The best orgies have been ones my Mom has been at, though she and Bb are no longer any more than occasional fuck-buddies. One thing I am very proud of is my long, thick, flaxen French plait. It reaches my arse, and Bb is never going to get her clippers on it! And that’s despite what Mom says. She reckons Bb’s clippers are soooooooo erotic! I’m 22, and the last 3 years since I’ve been fucking Bb have been the best years of my life!” Petal is wearing a tiny plaid skirt and tight white shirt. The skirt skims her arse. Is that a little pink you can glimpse? She wears Doc Martins on her feet. Petal and Bb have never taken a holiday together, and are joyous at the thought that they have been sent to the Greek island of sapphic love, Lesbos. It’s summer and all the girls are in town, especially down at Sappho’s birthplace, the beach at Skala Eressos. After arriving at the port of Miltilini by boat from Athens, and hopping a local bus to Skala Eressos, Bb and Petal alight and can hardly believe their eyes. As the sun sets, they are drawn immediately to the beautiful, long sandy beach. Many argue it is the nicest in all of Greece! At one end is the village, a stretch of bars and tavernas, amongst which is sure to be the best location for auctioning Petal. Petal takes Bb’s hand and leads her gently towards the water’s edge. There she embraces her lover tenderly and kisses her passionately. “Darling, I’m so very, very horny I could fuck you right here!” she declares. Barberboi laughs and places her hands on Petal’s bare arse, lifting her short skirt slightly. She strokes her hand tenderly along Petal’s naked slit, separating her fingers along the soft folds of her lover’s swelling cunt lips. “As I can feel” she chuckles, plunging a long finger past the pulsing entrance and in to Petal’s soft and wet vagina. As the lovers continue to kiss and fondle each other, another lesbian couple approaches them. They are walking arm in arm, their attention mostly focussed on the sunset. They sit on the sand a mere metre or two from Barberboi and Petal. One woman is an extremely statuesque short-haired blonde, the other olive skinned and as black-haired as her partner is fair. Her hair cascades down her back in a tousle of glossy black ringlets. Both are bare-breasted, wearing only scanty g-string style bikini bottoms. Bb and Petal are oblivious to their presence. When they fall to the sand, Petal has her mouth clamped to one of Bb’s breasts, sucking furiously. They have dropped their shirts to the sand, and Petal’s skirt is pushed up around her waist, fully exposing her arse and cunt. Bb still wears her jeans, but Petal is grappling with the zipper attempting to undo it and thrust her hand between the now increasingly dampening crotch of Bb’s panties and the flesh of her mound. The lovers roll over a couple of times, and being still unaware of the proximity of the other women, roll onto the outstretched leg of the blonde. Both look up into the face of the stranger, whose eyes twinkle and face breaks into a broad grin. She laughs a greeting “Helllooo – I’m Ingrid. I see the Eressos eros has found you!” Her companion leans forward and announces “Don’t let us interrupt you – Oh, I’m Maria!” Petal makes a pathetically inadequate attempt at modesty, tugging her too-short skirt down somewhat. “Hey, don’t bother with the skirt, honey” begs Ingrid, “With a pussy like yours, you’re welcome to share!” Petal abandons her efforts and extends her own hand "“Petal.…pleased to make your acquaintance!”. As Ingrid shakes her hand, Maria takes Bb’s hand – the one still glistening with Petal’s juices, and raises it to her face, gently smelling then licking it. “I too am pleased to make your acquaintance, Petal”, she says, winking at Bb at the same time. “Not only lovely to look at, but aromatic and tasty as well!” “What brings you to our beautiful part of the world?” enquires Maria. Petal and Barberboi tell the story of how they are there sussing out locations for the new game show “Race Around the World” for their friend Sappho (aka Crew Cut). Petal explains that in order to progress to the next stage they must first meet the challenge of successfully auctioning Petal to the highest bidder to be a slave-for-a-night, and that they must be captured on digicam having sex, either with each other or others. Maria smiles enigmatically and Ingrid laughs. “Well, my friends, you have come to the right place! Maria here is the owner of that bar over there”. She points along the beach to a taverna/bar with tables set up outside under a shady canopy, located directly on the beach. “Her bar is the hottest place in town! The girls will be thrilled to receive your attentions, Petal! And. . .”, adds Ingrid, “I am a film-maker, so you’ve lucked out on two counts!” Barberboi and Petal high five each other and grin. “But first”, says Petal, “they will want to be sure of what they are bidding for! I will have to display my talents and allow potential bidders to inspect my assets.” Maria and Ingrid laugh and together exclaim “Honey, that ain’t no problem! Be at the bar at 10pm tonight and we will ensure an enthusiastic crowd will literally lap up whatever you have to offer!” With that Maria and Ingrid stand, take a few steps, wave and resume their stroll along the beach. Petal and Bb take their place on the sand. “Petal, darling” rasps Bb in her husky voice, “I’m so excited the only thing that could make me hornier than anticipating your inspection and auction would be shearing that arse-length hair!” Petal grabs at her braid, flicking it over her shoulder and dropping it down her front, covering her right tit. She clamps her arm across it, and very seriously responds “Never!”. Bb laughs (a little too knowingly?), raises an eyebrow, and says “Oh, yeah, right, babe! Can’t blame me for tying! “ Petal flicks her hair back down her back, and lies on the sand on top of it. She spreads her legs wide and arches her abdomen slightly, inviting Barberboi to resume where they were before bumping into Ingrid and Maria. For the next hour and a half they continue their passionate love-making, oblivious to the occasional strolling couples and even a rather lusty threesome frolicking naked in the shallow water. At 10pm, our lovers find their way to the bar. Maria is greeting women who are beginning to arrive from all over town. Barberboi comments to Petal that she has never ever been to a dyke bar with quite such a variety of lesbos. There are lipsticks, and goths, babydykes who look barely old enough to have finished school, old lemons, glamorous model-types and heavy-set, shaven headed bulldykes. There are cheeky bois and disciplinarians, those who are no doubt well and truly in the closet back home, and even a famous Hollywood ‘happily married’ starlet. There is a band playing on a small stage . . . all wearing only little black g-strings and a dance floor full of women enjoying the music and each other. The wait-staff are delivering drinks and snacks, all dressed in whatever represents their predeliction, personal taste or fantasy. Bb scans the hairdos and reckons on at least a dozen crewcuts, high ‘n’ tights and GI cuts that need attention. One gorgeous near-bald head has obviously been shorn for the holiday, and only a day or two ago – the white walls around the nape, ears, and squared-off just-there sideburns indicate a newbie to the world of #1 cuts! Petal, meanwhile, checks out the tatts and piercings, comparing what she sees to those of her lover, and finding them all failing to measure up. Maria comes to greet our lovers with a drink for each. “First drinks are on the house” she welcomes them. “If you do drugs, please, a little discretion. No need to use the washrooms though – walk past those and out the back to the rec room. We’ve never had an o.d here, so don’t be the first.” Bb and Petal accept the drinks and nod their agreement. Maria continues, “Let’s wait an hour or so, let the place warm up a bit” (Petal and Bb wonder how much “warmer” things could get!!) “and then we’ll start the fun!” Petal an Bb find some stools by the bar, between a large red-haired woman in a flannel shirt and riding boots, and a woman wearing a long string of pearls. Or rather wearing ONLY a string of pearls. And 7 inch heels! The redhead nods a greeting and raises her beer. “You chicks here for the auction?” she barks. Pearl-girl leans forward and listens in. “Well, errr, yeah”, says Petal, but before she can continue, redhead snarls “Better be hot. Better not be some skinny little simpering bitch. I got me plenty of cash, and I reckon a slave might be just the thing I need for the last night of my vacation.” Petal gulps a little and takes a sip of her lime-coloured drink. “Uh-huh” was about all she can say. Redhead spots someone she knows across the room and takes off. Pearl girl follows her progress and advises “Don’t let Sadie worry you – bark’s far worse than her bite. In fact, her bite is pretty damned good” she adds, at the same time turning her neck and pointing at a huge black and blue hickey. “Nearly bit my tits off this morning, but no worse than a good set of clamps will achieve! Joylene ” she says, as she extends her hand, “Sadie and I have been together for years. Never fucked another woman, her, she’s just a one-woman woman with a bark! Loves unsettling newbies like yourselves." Petal and Bb relax and spend a few minutes longer chatting with Joylene who is, it turns out, a preschool teacher. Her wife, Sadie, is a costume maker for a television production company. They have been coming here every summer for 10 years, fuck all day for 2 weeks, party all night, stay awake with a little help from certain chemical substances, and then return to their quiet life back home. Joylene admires Barberboi’s haircut, and runs her hands over it, cooing over the evenness of the bristles and perfect horseshoe shaped crew. Upon learning Bb’s profession, she promptly makes an appointment for Sadie for 5am!!! “I love that woman to pieces, and I like nothing more than rubbing my tits and cunt all over her freshly shorn head. “ Bb agrees with enthusiasm and says, catching Petal’s eye, that she hopes to experience that with her own lover some day! Joylene decides to leave and go stand by Sadie and her friends. Bb and Petal watch as Sadie leans in to kiss Joylene, as if greeting her at home after a hard day at work. Sadie continues to fondle her wife’s breasts as they chat with their friends. As Joylene vacates the barstool, a fiery young babydyke who introduces herself as “Swat” takes her place. “Youse here for my party?” she asks in either an Australian or New Zealand accent. “I’m 18 today, you know, and I’m here to paaaaaaaaaaarty!!!!! Know what I mean!!!!!!!!!!! So far I’ve sucked six pussies and been licked out more times than I can remember. Must be the effects of the rec room! Wanna have a taste?” At that, she hops up on to the bar and spreads her legs, placing her legs over Bb’s shoulders. “You first!”. Bb makes to decline, but before she knows what’s happening, Swat is pulling Bb’s head forward between her legs. At that moment Maria appears to the side of Swat. “Off the bar!” she shooes Swat off the bar. “Go have some fun on the dance floor!” Bb smiles her thanks to Maria “Phew – what was that!” Maria’s eyes twinkle as she shrugs “Ah well, takes all kinds! She’s young and horny and celebrating. Such a barfly! That’s where her newly found nickname comes from: all the girls are trying to swat the fly! Clit like a large hard cherry pit. Quim like a honey-pot. Loves a spanking, especially with a fly-swatter. Just left boarding school. . . Hey, Petal, you ready? If you stand on the bar I’ll begin the introductions!” “Never more ready!” replies Petal. To be continued. . . Race Around The World Ch. 03 Maria produces a studded leather collar, complete with a leash and fastens it around Petal's neck. She leads Barber's girl to the stage and raises her hand, calling the band to stop. Barberboi follows. "Now listen up!" cries Maria "You have all no doubt heard about the special event we have for you tonight! This 'bitch' here wants to be your slave – for the right price!" A hush falls over the bar, interspersed with several cat-calls, wolf whistles and whoops. Maria beckons Barber forward whispers in her ear. Bb's speaks in her low and sexy voice. "This is my girl Petal and I can tell ya she's ready to satisfy your every desire!" Bb rips open Petal's top; buttons fly. Bb moves round behind Petal, and placing her hands around her lover's body, squeezes Petal's tits together, thrusting them forward at the admiring throng of women. At the same time, Maria beckons Ingrid, who places a blindfold over Petal's eyes, and secures her hands demurely in front of her with fur-lined handcuffs. Next, Ingrid unzips Petal's skirt and pulls it off her. Petal stands naked except for the Doc Martens on her feet, her rope-like braid is loosened so her silken curtain of hair falls around her body as far as the top of her arse! "No auction ever takes place before potential buyers have a chance to inspect the goods! For the next hour, everyone is free to decide whether to bid by determining the worth of the goods." The women crowding the bar surge forward, each wanting to evaluate Petal's charms. For the next hour, Petal is groped, sucked, licked, fondled, stroked and probed by dozens of unseen hands, mouths, tongues, lips, even feet. Chickdicks are placed between her thighs, her arse cheeks are slapped together and apart, and her hair is lifted and used to tickle her tits. All the while this is happening, Petal is throbbing with the electric-like flashes which make her hot, bothered and wet! Her clit and cunt are on fire, moisture glistening on her thighs. After an hour or so, Maria once again speaks from the stage. "Well, having checked the goods over, I guess you are still wondering what this slave-girl might do for YOU! Now we have an opportunity to watch her in action with her mistress, Barberboi!" This is a totally unexpected turn for Bb, and she raises a quizzical eyebrow towards Maria, who laughs and explains further. "Earlier today, our slave and her mistress arrived in our beautiful town, where Sappho, the poet was born some 2600 years ago, on this island which has leant its name to the love we all enjoy! Unknown to our newest arrivals, the host of Race Around The World, Sappho (aka Crew Cut), had prepared us thoroughly for what would follow. You all here know Ingrid – Ingrid takes a bow – a film-maker back in her native Sweden. Well, Ingrid captured the rapture that the erotic atmosphere of our town led our visitors into." At that moment, a screen and projector drops from the ceiling, and a video of the lovers' passionate romp on the beach that evening begins screening. Women all around the room, lovers stroking each other, new friends embracing, watch with eager attention. Petal, who is still blindfolded, can hear her own multi-orgasmic noises, so primal and wild. She is writhing in frustration, still cuffed, but wanting to be fucked and fuck. She calls out to her lover "Barberboi – please! I will give you anything you desire if you will relieve me of this agony!" Barber steps forward and takes Petal's breasts in her hands. She lowers her mouth to one and gently licks around and around her nipple. She is so gentle and tender that Petal begs for mercy "No, no, not like that! Hard. Oh fuck me, give me release. I will. . . I will . . . I will . . . give you anything – I will let you shear my hair to stubble!" Barberboi lets Petal's tit fall from her mouth as she gasps in surprise. The crowd chants "Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!" . Sadie, the redhead they met earlier has elbowed her way to the front and is holding out a pair of battery operated clippers. Petal jiggles with the frustration she is feeling. If only she could finger her own cunt, she wishes. Barberboi steps away from Petal and takes the clippers from Sadie. She takes Petal's locks in her hands and allows the hair to cascade several times between her fingers. Petal is crying. Whether she is crying for her hair, or because of the denial of her release, is unclear. Barberboi pulls the silken tresses into a tight ponytail. She holds it with one hand. With the other she flicks the switch to bring the clippers to life. She holds them close to the side of Petal's head. Petal hears the familiar hummmmmm, the hum she knows from scores of Barber's clients over the years. She begs "Go ahead! Shave my head, release me from this burden. Make me cum as I have seen your clients cum!" At that moment, Barberboi swoons and drops the clippers. "I can't!" she whispers, "I can't possibly shear your crowning glory. I love you too much!" Bb releases Petal's hair, and falls to her knees between Petal's legs. She buries her face in Petal's overflowing juice box. Petal is unbalanced on her feet. . . her cuffed hands unable to steady herself. Bb uses her hands to grasp Petal's arse cheeks, to push the juice-wet mound closer to her. Bb sucks on Petal's rock hard oyster, coaxing it out of its sheath with her teeth. Petal screams and Barberboi plunges her tongue deep inside Petal's cunt. In a matter of seconds Petal is bucking and twitching in orgasmic abandon. She loses consciosness and falls to the floor. At the same time, the film finishes with vision of Petal cumming on the beach. The delighted crowd are agog. Never has there been a show such as this, even here at Maria's where there is a guarantee of a hot night every night! Maria steps forward once more, uncuffs Petal, holds her hand and announces: "Ladies and dykes, lemons and girls, the time has arrived! One lucky bidder will be the 'owner', the Mistress of this gorgeous woman for a full 24 hours! Let the auction begin!" Ingrid has been busy on the floor distributing paddles with numbers on them to all those who say they wish to bid. After 75 paddles are distributed, it is time to start. Maria asks "Who will open bidding at 1000 Euro for the pleasure of dominating this beautiful sub for 24 hours?" A large bulldyke wearing leathers and chains, and sporting a moustache and sideburns raises her paddle and her bid is accepted. Maria then nominates amounts in increments of 50 Euro, and bidding proceeds rapidly to 2500. There are now three bidders still in the race – the opening bidder, a mousy looking middle-aged dyke wearing spectacles and the famous Hollywood star Petal and Bb glimpsed earlier as they entered the bar. At 3000 Euro the bespectacled woman shakes her head and drops out, surrendering her paddle to Ingrid. It's between the actress and the bulldyke. Petal can't, of course, see who is bidding, but Bb is aware, and is hoping against hope the star will win out. The bidding continues at a frantic pace – just as one bid is received, it is bettered by the other. This could go on all night! The bidding reaches 4000 Euros, when the starlet places a "killer bid" : "10 000 Euro and a lifetime supply of sex toys!" Cool as a cucumber, Bulldyke comes back with "20 000, and a matching amount to the Lesbian Support Group of Lesbos!" The Hollywood star shakes her bright red curls and raises her hand in surrender. Ingrid collects her paddle and Maria removes Petal's blindfold so she might see the winner. "And the successful bidder, who can keep her paddle is . . ." The Bulldyke swivels around, and from behind her pushes forward the Babydyke Swat! Little Swat, who is celebrating her 18th birthday! Maria laughs and extends her hand to Swat, pulling her up to the stage. "Happy Birthday, young one! All the girls here at Skala Eressos took up a collection for your birthday, and I'm pleased to announce that Sappho's Bar has matched the contributions in order to donate to the Support Group! "You, Swat, will be Petal's Mistress for a Day!" Petal drops to her knees before Swat and wiggles her bare arse. Maria brings Swat around to Petal's rear and, her hand over Swat's – the one holding the bidding paddle – guides Swat to strike Petal hard with the paddle. "Ooooooooooooh", both Swat and Petal jump a little. The Bulldyke and Sadie carry forward a velveteen-covered banquette and place it on the stage. They lift Petal on to it, and placing Swat's hands onto Petal's hips, guide her face towards the delicious puckered arse hole in front of her. Swat has been longing to rim such a sweet hole and before long is tongue fucking that delicious cavern. She finds her voice and orders Petal to sway her arse. Petal complies immediately and for the first time utters the words "Yes, Mistress!" The crowd whistles and cheers and Swat flips Petal onto her back and climbs on top, sitting on Petal's sopping wet mound. "This is going to be a birthday I will never forget" she declares, as she turns around, lowers her cunt to Petal's face and orders her slave-for-a-day to start licking! To be continued . . . Race Around The World Ch. 04 The night after Petal was sold as a slave to Swat in Maria’s bar in Skala Eressos, and after a full day of Petal submitting to Swat’s every desire, Bb and Petal are handed their next Race Around The World envelope by Maria and Ingrid. The instructions read: Bid farewell to the pleasures of Lesbos, you are off to Turkey! You must catch the morning boat from Miltilini to Ayvalik, a small fishing village in Turkey. From there, you will travel by dolmus (shared minibus) to the town of Selcuk near Ephesus. At the museum, near the statue of Beautiful Artemis, you will find further instructions.” “Who’s Artemis?” Bb and Petal wonder aloud. “Ayvalik, Ayvalik” Bb intones. “I’ve a lick, I’ve a lick. . . Hmm, sounds propitious” she laughs. “I’ve a chick to lick, and a lickin’ chick” she hums as she runs her hands across Petal’s sweet arse and across the bare skin of her middle. Petal has not worn clothes for the past 24 hours, but is now ‘demurely’ dressed in a pair of tight, short shorts and bikini top. Her shorts leave little to the imagination, emphasising the womanly folds of her cunt and allowing the curves of her arse cheeks exposure. She wears Doc Martens. Bb is still in jeans, Cuban heels and white silk shirt, now buttoned, so her beautiful tattoos and piercings are now a secret of which only Petal is aware. Turkey. A country not known for its gay-friendliness, where a mayor of Istanbul cancelled a gay festival not many years back, claiming it as offensive to public morality. A country where stereotypical perceptions about covered women and moustachioed men predominate. Petal shudders a little and decides to wear a light cotton sundress over her shorts and bikini. By afternoon, Barberboi and Petal are standing, along with many other tourists in a room of the Selcuk museum, admiring not one, but three, beautiful statues of the goddess Artemis, the most popular of the Greek goddesses, known to the Romans as Diana. They are learning about the ancient cult of Artemis. According to legend, Ephesus was founded by Amazons who set up a statue of Artemis and conducted dances and ceremonies of worship. A huge and magnificent temple to Artemis, the Artemision, once stood nearby. It was the largest marble structure ever built, four times larger than the Parthenon in Athens and was one of the Seven Wonders of The World. “Yo, Mamma!” declares Barberboi. This Artemis chick was sure a popular dame! “Wonder what ever happened to her!” Petal moves closer to Barberboi as they admire the many-breasted statues adorned with bees and flowers, with animals such as rams, goats, stags, bulls, sphinxes and griffins surrounding her head. Signs of the zodiac can also be found. “Goddess of the Hunt” reads Barberboi, for that is one of Artemis’s areas of responsibility. “Well, she’s sure my kinda woman – I like the thrill of the hunt myself!”. Barber grins lasciviously and reaches for Petal’s tits. Petal darts out of reach, feigning a doe-eyed Bambi like gait. Moving around the museum, Petal starts to giggle, and eventually work herself into a state where tears of mirth are rolling down her cheeks. “Just look at the dick on that!” She points to a small statue of “Bes”, apparently a fertility god. “Looks like your favourite chickdick, pointing out like that!” Petal leans in to Barber and strokes her mound, where so often a priapus-like dildo rests, much to the delight and pleasure of Petal. Petal and Barberboi get wet taking it all in. At that moment, a stunningly beautiful woman approaches the lovers. She holds in her hand one of the familiar green and purple coloured envelopes of The Race. She smiles, places it in Barberboi’s hand and disappears as suddenly as she appeared. Barberboi rips open the envelope and takes out eh embossed card within. They read it together. You are invited to celebrate with us tonight. Be at the site of the Artemesion at 11.30 pm to partake in the Midnight Vigil. Robes will be provided. Sincerely, Dyanna, for the Artemis Wicca Coven of Anadolu. “Wicca? What’s that mean?” queries Petal. “I’ve heard that before. . .” “Witchcraft” replies Barberboi. “I think we’ve been found by the Lesbian Witches of Western Anatolia! Should be a fun night!” Barberboi starts to preen herself, running her hands across her hair, wondering if she needs to shave. Petal whispers “Let’s get out of here and get ready. . . I want my cunt readied for whatever the night might have in store!” Petal lies naked on the bed at the Artemis Temple Hotel. Barberboi is running her tongue softly all over Petal’s mound, finding the roughness of the stubbly re-growth a massive turn on. Petal says “But, darling, I really, really want to be smooth tonight. I know you like it rough, but for tonight I’ve got a hankering for velveteen softness.” Barber keeps licking, languidly trailing her tongue along Petal’s soft folds, and dipping into her wet, dark tunnel from time to time. “Darling, Petal, for you, whatever you desire! Just one orgasm then I PROMISE I’ll shave you bare and massage you with emollients so soft!” Petal releases herself to the pure pleasure of Barberboi’s attentions. Really, that boi has the longest, softest, firmest tongue she has ever known. Combined with delicate, but insistent sucking on her hard pearl, before long Petal is consumed by the delicious release of orgasmic pleasure. There is nothing like it, she thinks once she has ridden the waves and emerged to full consciousness again. Barber now places a soft towel under her lover’s lower body, and, taking her shaving kit, carefully strips Petal of any emerging pubic hair. Neither lover is exclusively wedded to a shaven or unshaved state, but enjoy variation as part of their love. Petal’s expressed desire to be silky smooth tonight is met. Petal sits up on the bed once Barber has finished, and unbuttons the other woman’s shirt. She gently plays with the golden rings secured through her lover’s nipples, tweaking with her fingers, and nibbling with her teeth and gums. She uses one practised hand to unbutton the fly buttons of Barber’s jeans, and knowing there will be no under garments to negotiate, finds ready access to the wetness underneath. Barber never wears underwear. She likes the seam of her jeans to be in constant contact with her most sensitive organ. Barber can exist in a state of arousal for ever, it seems. She says it makes the ecstasy of release more intense. Petal shakes her head whenever barber says this. She can’t imagine being pre-orgasmic for longer than a six hour stretch. If she is denied an orgasm for longer than that, she has to make herself cum, regardless of where she is or what else she’s doing! Petal gets down on the floor at the end of the bed and lifts one of barber’s feet, removes her boot, and then repeats the process with the other. She then pulls Barber to her feet and pulls her jeans off, down her long legs. Petal is back on the floor on her haunches. Barber steps out of her jeans and so stands naked before Petal. Her tits stand round and proud. She parts her legs slightly so that her labial rings are more clearly visible to Petal. Petal looks up and smiles, then buries her face in the ‘V’ of Barber’s love box. Petal pulls and tongues and flicks at the rings, and eats Barber like she is a juicy peach. Barber is rolling her hips and moaning , a low gutteral sound. Petal clasps Barber’s bare arse and slides her index finger along the delicious crack of her lover’s butt. Barber moans become louder, and she uses her own hands to spread her cheeks, encouraging Petal to push her finger inside. One finger is joined by a second, and Barber is moaning and grunting, jerking her mound forward and forcing Petal’s face and nose towards suffocation in her cunt! All at once, Barberboi jerks backwards and pulling Petal on top of her, falls backwards onto the bed, growling like a bear as she cums in a rush. Petal slowly detaches herself from barber, and moves to her duffel bag by the bed. From it she takes her favourite girlcock and harness, which she proceeds to strap on to Barber before she fully emerges from her quietness. Barber starts to smile and acknowledges Petal’s desires once more. “You fuck-fiend!” she exclaims. “You just can’t get enough can you!” Petal just smiles and sits astride the cock, playfully bouncing up and down and allowing herself to ride the artificial appendage. “Welcome to the perfect world of being a dyke” she thinks to herself. Clits, cunts, cocks and tits – who could want for anything more! An hour later Barberboi and Petal leave their room, setting off for dinner alone, anticipating their next adventure with the Witches of Artemis!.