7 comments/ 15167 views/ 9 favorites The Lush Factory By: Cherie_love I'm a young woman, with a huge appetite. It's been a while since I've broke up with my boyfriend, Josh. The sex with him was great, but it wasn't passionate. He didn't treasure my body like it deserved to be treasured. I've seen him around in many different places. Just the other day, I saw him walking down the street with a pretty girl. They were laughing and holding hands. He saw me and the smile vanished. I heard him say to her, "Let's go this way, I know a shortcut." The girl did not notice me, but he did. I had to get rid of all of the pictures we took in our two years together. There was a picture of him that I kept on my bedside. He looks so handsome with his blonde hair and great smile. We've had an argument that led to us breaking up. He said something about me being boring in bed. That hurt me, and my heart fell on the floor that day. I've never been so angry in my life. I've thrown things, we both yelled at each other, and said regrettable things back and forth. He finally said to forget it, and went to get his jacket. He left and didn't come back until the next day. I got home from work and most of his things were already at the door, packed up and ready to go. His friend, Matthew, was putting away his things in his truck. Josh and I didn't speak the day he left. He saw me and brushed past me, like I was never there. I decided to play it cool, and didn't make eye contact. After he took the last bag and closed the door, he was gone forever. I broke down and cried. While with Josh, we made a few videotapes together. He would give them names, like they were porn flicks. I felt like a porn star with him, but still, I didn't feel treasured. Sadly, I became very horny after he left, and went out to seek my desires. It took me a long time to get over him though. I went to a sex store and went to the DVD section. There were many flicks. Ebony. Lesbian. Gay. Straight. All kinds. I've seen them all from being curious, but my favorite are lesbian. I never considered myself to be a lesbian at all, but it's a turn on seeing two women making love together. I used to watch some of those movies with Josh, and he even said he would bring another woman to our bed, if that was okay with me. I never sat well with that, because I thought it would destroy our relationship. Maybe if I did do so, he would have stayed, and I wouldn't be so "boring" as he said I was. Personally, I've never been with a woman in my life. Maybe that's why this desire is so great. I long for something that I never had. I've been scanning Craigslist, seeing what the ladies are up to. I clicked on the women seeking women section, and saw many things. Older woman seeks a younger girl to play with. I'm Anne, and live near Chinatown, I'm looking for a woman to be in a relationship with. I've seen many things. One day, I was at my job and I heard a co-worker say something about her weekend adventures to another co-worker. She mentioned a place called The Lush Factory. "What's that?" Her friend asked. "It's a place where people go for everything, sex wise. If you're a bi-curious young woman and want to be ate out by another woman, you can go there. You can watch people have sex and have sex there yourself, but you have to pay a fee, whatever you want. This is all held in a mansion." "A mansion?" "Yeah. Some gay guy told me that the mansion belongs to a woman whose name no one knows. Her past is unknown, and she's a very private person, but she's very wealthy, and turned her mansion into some kind of sex haven." "Wow, and I bet she's making a lot of money!" "Yeah, a LOT of money. THe place looks like a palace for god's sake!" "So, what did you do when you went there?" "I got manipulated by two men. I was tied up, hands and feet, and they punished me with a whip they had, and afterward gave me a bath full of bubbles, and made love to me." "The first part sounds like rape." "It definitely wasn't rape, but it was my fantasy. The place has rules of course. You can't carry a purse or bag once you enter the mansion." "Why not?" She shrugs, "Her rules." This Lush Factory sounds very interesting. I'll have to ask my co-worker more information about it. I do, during lunch break. She writes down the address and tells me good luck. "You'll love that place, but you'll never forget the experience," She says. "I'm sure I won't." She gives me a Lush Factory Card, and on it are sexy men and women, with fire that decorates the card. On it is the question? What's your fantasy? Dare to live it out? Visit the Lush Factory. I see the address and number. I decide to visit this Lush Factory and see what the rants and raves are about. I Google the place and see reviews on it on Yelp. The place is opened everyday, and has many bar areas and areas where people can eat. It has a five star review, and twenty eight comments. All of them are good. The one that struck me the most was when a woman responded with, "Visited LF months ago and oh my god I will visit again and again!! Mistress never fails to please. I came to her as a young virgin and left a sexy, super slut. Lol I'm kidding but Mistress knows how to take care of your body, and makes you feel wanted." Of course her comment got many replies. Others agreed. Does this Mistress have a name? I'd have to visit Lush Factory and see what all of this is about. I called the number that same night. It was the main line. A man answered the phone, and for a moment I thought I dialed the wrong number. "Yes, I would like to visit the Lush Factory, and I was wondering, how can I request Mistress, or is that her name?" He chuckles gently, "Yes, that's what we all call her. You would like something private with our Mistress?" "Yes." "A few questions first, as a screening." Wow, this place was legit! "First, how old are you?" "I'm twenty-five." "Good, because to be in this place you have to be eighteen and older. Okay. Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?" "No, I don't." "Do you have any medical problems at all?" "None." "Are you a virgin?" I laugh, "God no." He chuckles again. He seems very friendly. "Okay, do you have a spouse or lover?" "Not anymore." "All right, that's fine. What is your fantasy?" "My fantasy?" "Yeah, every person on this Earth has a fantasy." I thought about it, "Well...one of them is one I had for years. Even my boyfriend knew about this one. It's being with another woman." "Okay, I'd have to tell you 87% of our female clients have lesbian fantasies." "I'm not a lesbian." "Well that's a fantasy you have with another woman," He laughs, "What else would it be called?" "You're right..." "Just to let you know, our services are raw and uncut. But we do respect our clients wishes, and if you want to stop and say it, we will stop. I will read to you the terms and agreement." As he reads, I barely pay attention, but when he's done I say that I agree. "Now you requested Mistress, she's very expensive. You do know that right?" I laugh, "Oh I'm sure! If I'm going to do this once, I might as well be worth it." After he tells me the price, I nearly faint. "You can pay via phone, or at The Lush Factory." "I'd rather pay when I get there." "Okay, what would you like done by our Mistress?" "I've always wanted BDSM, but I'm not so sure about that either. It turns me on when I watch it, but I don't know." "Okay, I'll put that down just so she knows, and I'll put a question mark too since you're not sure. When are you available to come in? Mistress is now only available Wednesday and Friday. She's a very busy woman and her schedule is booked, she also has a house outside of the Lush Factory, so she's not there all the time. Plus her place is looked out for by a lot of security guards." "Oh my word. Well, I'll try Wednesday so I can go to work with something to talk about." He laughs, "I understand." "Wednesday at eight." "Perfect. What's your name?" "Diana." "Pretty name. Okay Diana, you will be seeing Mistress, Wednesday at eight pm at our Lush Factory. Hope to see you then." "You too." "Bye, have a great evening." "You too." Wow, what a trip this will be! I decide to wear something sexy. Might as well, especially since I'm being serviced. I pick out a red dress that Josh bought for me a while back. I only wore it once, but it's been so long since I've worn it. It shows off my curves. Yeah, this'll be great. I tell my co-worker that I'm going to The Lush Factory that evening. Her eyes widen and she smiles, "Go for it! What are you going for? Are you just going to watch, or..." "No, I actually requested something." "No!" "Yes!" "What are you going for?" She asks. I whisper, "I'm trying something with Mistress." "Wow, good luck. I heard she's very good. I've seen her around when I was there." "What does she look like?" "Very beautiful, a little short, but her body is voloptuous. She appears arrogant. Maybe it's all the money that she has." "Maybe so." "Anyway, you're going to have a lot of fun. What are you wearing?" "A pretty red number my ex bought for me. It was hanging at the back of my closet." "Tell me how everything goes." The red dress makes me feel vulnerable and naked, yet sexy and daring. My curves are out, and I took my hair out of that tired bun I had it in, and let my dark hair cascade over my shoulders. On my way to the place, I feel shaky and a bit nervous. What will I be like after all of this is over with? Who will I be? I drive to the mansion, and there are a lot of cars in the parking lot. Most people appear to be well to do. It shocks me that I see much older people coming in and out. Wow! I suppose this place caters to everyone. The Lush Factory is a large, white mansion with many pillars and columns. There is a statue in front of the house, holding a bowl of water at the top of her head, with water spurting out. It's beautiful! The gates have lettered writing on it, "THE LUSH FACTORY," and as I slowly drive up, the gates open. I observe people as I'm parked somewhere. Many people exit the place looking happy. I turn the radio off, and exit the car. The clacking sounds of my heels make me afraid that I will call attention upon myself. There's a man at the french doors, he smiles and says, "Welcome to The Lush Factory, do you have ID?" I show him my ID, and he tells me to go inside. It gets warmer. Inside it is loud, due to hundreds of people being in here, and music playing. I'm in a hallway, but to really get inside the house you have to go through another door, where two security guards were standing. They were over six feet tall and well muscled. One of them asks me, "Name?" "Diana Johnson," I answer. He looks at his list, "I see, you have an appointment with Mistress," He and the other man step aside, "Go ahead." I enter, and there's a woman on the side. She's wearing lingerie and angel wings. She's Asian, with exotic skin and beautiful hair that's dyed brown. She smiles, "What's your name?" "Diana Johnson." She enters my name into the computer, and says, "Okay, I found you", She faces the computer screen to me, "That's what you have to pay." I go in my wallet and take out my desired sum, and give it to her. "Thank you!" She says counting it, putting it inside the register, "Enjoy your evening here. You can get something to drink at the bar area." Before I proceed to go over to the large bar area, a tall black man, a Terry Crews look a like, standing in front of a large bin of purses and wallets, tells me to put my purse inside. I asky why, and he says that it is a part of the rules. I put my purse inside, and walk over to the bar area. The mansion is large, and the staircase in the middle is what stops me. The place is windows galore, and there are many rooms that you can go inside. I step into the bar area, and sit down. The bartender asks me what would I like to drink, and I decide on a Pina Colada. "You got it!" An older, handsome man with silver hair wearing a blue suit sits next to me. He smells very good. "Hi," He smiles. He's very attractive. "Hi." "First time here?" "Yeah, you?" "Oh I've been here before and before again," He drinks the last of his Scotch, "I happen to know the owner." "Do you?" "Yes, we go way back." "Mistress?" "Yes, that's her. Although she wasn't born with that name." We both laugh, and he asks me what brings me here. "I'm just a little curious, that's all." "I see. I come here to watch, and sometimes to be serviced by the pretty young girls here. They are amazing. Do you have a boyfriend?" "Nope. Do you have a girlfriend?" He laughs, "Well I'm a little old to have a girlfriend am I? I call them lady friends. The answer is no, I'm happily divorced." "Happily?" "Yeah. Married for twenty years, three children were born, and it was a living hell. I mean, pure, living, hell!" "What was so bad about it?" I ask. He shakes his head, "Madelyn was a bitch. I suppose it comes with marrying rich girls. There's a little bit of bitch in them." "Wow." "Anyway," He caresses my leg, "Let's get out of here. I'll take you to my house, and we'll have the fun of our lives. I'll treat you really good." I pull away, "No thank you." "Shy?" "Maybe so." He puts his glass on the counter, "Can't be shy." He takes out his wallet, and puts a twenty down, "The lady is paid for," He says before walking away, "Keep the tip." I take my time with my drink, and glance at the clock. It reads 7:58. Oh my god! I'm almost late for my appointment. I quickly get up, and leave the bar area. I brush through many people, most of them dressing provocatively, or like me; sexy! There is an older woman standing against a wall, with her breasts out of the dress she is wearing. She is holding a glass of wine, and flirting with a younger man. I see everything. As I start going up the stairs, two women come down holding hands. I walk up the stairs very carefully, since I am wearing heels. There are two doors situated on the middle of the hallway. The upstairs is somewhat quiet than down. There are people up there socializing, flirting, and sipping their drinks. There is a handsome man standing on the outside dressed as Adonis, the Greek god. He stands like he is in the military. "Hi, I'm here to see Mistress.." "Of course," He opens the door, and gestures for me to go in. Inside is a beautiful bedroom, decked out in a cheetah rug all around. There is a master bathroom, a sitting area, and a bar area. "Like what you see?" The voice is seductive, but it came out of nowhere and scared me. I turn around, and before me are three women. The woman in the middle I'm guessing is Mistress, because unlike the two women standing at the side of her, she's dressed like she is dressed to punish. The two other women are naked, and they are wearing choker necklaces. They are very beautiful. One is white with long, blonde hair, and the other is shorter, and biracial looking, with curly hair that is hanging down. "Yes, I like what I see." "Welcome to the lush factory. You're in for a long exciting night. Are you ready??" "I think so." "You have to be sure, the ball is in your court." "Yes, I-I'm sure." "Looking at you i can tell you're a rookie. You never came here before have you?" "No I haven't, this is my first time." "What makes you want to try BDSM?" "It's a secret turn on for me." "I see, as it is with mostly everybody. Usually we get very rich clients here, doctors, lawyers, business men and women...what do you do?" I laugh, "I'm none of those, but I work for a temp agency." An eyebrow rises, "Good enough, you look like one of those square types..." "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" "Depends on how you see things. anyway, these are the rules. You are to call me mistress at all times, if you slip and call me anything but mistress, I will hit you with my fluffer. It'll be light, but it'll sting. If you keep fucking up, then the lashes will get harder. Understood?" "Yes, mistress." She smiles, "Ahh! You're learning already. Another thing, anything I tell you to do, you have to do it. So if i tell you to lick my pussy, then you have to obey." "Okay" "Have you ever sucked pussy before?" "No, this is all knew to me. I didn't know i had to do that." "You didn't read the guidelines?" "I mean I did...but I didn't know I had to go that far." "So what now?" "Maybe this was all a mistake," I turn away to leave, and the two female guards with their breasts exposed get in front of the door, with their backs to each other. "Can't leave," one of them says "Not until Mistress tells you to," the other one comments I turn around, and Mistress has her arms crossed. She's a white woman, sporting a bob hairstyle, which is jet black, and her piercing green eyes bring out her delicate features, slim nose and pretty lips. She stands at 5'5, and looks a healthy 140 pounds. She's dressed in leather, and is wearing boots even. She looks like a die hard turn on, like she would make any man and woman melt. She's smiling with satisfaction, because the two guards or servants do as she wants them to do. "I've got a better idea," she says, "Kara and Tiffany, lead her to the chair in front of the bed." The two guards, who are both tall females, tower over my short frame, they each take my arms, and lead me to the chair, and I sit down. I'm in front of the bed. I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm already horny. "How long do you think she can go without taking her clothes off?" Mistress asks the girls. They both look at me, and the black one says, "I don't think she would last, she would soak her dress!" "Yeah, she wouldn't last a minute," the other one adds. Mistress turns to me, "So this is the rule...you are not to touch yourself at any time until I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes." A stern look comes on her face," Yes what?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good, shall we begin?" She turns to the two girls, "Make love to Mistress, show me how much you love me." They both approach her, and the white girl slips her tongue in Mistress' mouth, and they french kiss passionately. The black girl puts her arms around her and kisses her neck. Mistress leans back into the side of the black girls face, and they too, kiss. The white girl plays with Mistress' big breasts, leans down, and puts one into her mouth. I hear nothing but kissing sounds. My pussy begins to throb. If only they could see it. "Undress me," Mistress whispers. Something about the way she says that makes me want to join in with them. They slowly undress her, taking their time. I feel like i'm in a live porn flick. I've watched porn many times, but none of them compare to this. They kiss her body as they take her sexy, leather wear off, and her naked body is exposed. The black girl puts her tongue in Mistress' ear, and she croons as she does that, and her eyes are closed, mouth opened, as she is enjoying it. The white girl takes her hand, and they all get on the huge bed with the red satin covers, and the tall, square shaped bed post. They both put her nipples in their mouth, and they suck and nibble. I'm dying to touch myself, but I'm afraid if I do, I would receive a serious lashing from Mistress. Maybe she won't see me. But the two girls will, and they'll tell her, whether she saw me or not. No, I won't touch myself, but kitty is screaming at me to pleasure her. My heart is beating very fast. This special feeling I'm getting from between my legs, makes me put my legs together and tighten them to satisfy the feeling. What these beautiful women are doing on the bed excites me. I so badly wish all of them would receive me. I've never been with a woman before in my twenty five years of living, but what I'm seeing now makes me realize what I missed! The Lush Factory: According to Josh "Time to wake up babe! It's nine!" I wake from a dream, still tired. I frown and bring my hands to my eyes, blocking out the bright light illuminating from the window. "What time is it?" I barely get out. "It's nine!" Danielle exclaims, "We have to be at the gym at ten. You promised me you were going to work out with me, remember?" "I almost forgot," I laugh. Danielle sits down next to me, and we kiss. She's wearing a black sports bra, pink at the sides with matching jogging pants on. Her long brown hair is swept up in a high bun, and her crisp hazel eyes give her face a youthful appearance against her tanned skin. She looks like Snow White, or however they describe her in the fantasy books, with black hair. She's so sexy and beautiful. Always energetic, and waiting for something new. I massage her sides, and cannot keep my hands off of her. She playfully pulls away and giggles. "Come on hun, not now, we have to be out of here in fifteen minutes." "Just a quickie." "Last time we did that, we didn't go anywhere. Remember?" "How about when we come back?" I ask. "It won't be a quickie then, will it?" She teases, "We'll do something tonight." She gets up, and throws my workout clothes at me, "Come on, I made a light breakfast." "Okay." After I wash up and put my clothes on, I head to the kitchen. On the plate is a single piece of toast, a boiled egg, and celery sticks. "This is breakfast?" I ask as I pick up the plate of food, examining it. "Yes!" She says drinking a homemade milkshake. "Did you forget that I don't eat eggs?" "Oh how silly! It's a good source of protein Babe!" "Good source of indigestion too." She laughs, "Okay fine, you don't have to eat it." Danielle is a vegetarian, and aspires to one day go Vegan. She's a freak when it comes to health, working out, and skin. She teaches yoga and a dance class for teenaged girls and women of all ages. "So, this is fattening?" I ask. "Breakfast is never supposed to be fattening," She answers, nibbling on a celery stick, "That's what lunch and dinner is for." Since we moved in together, Danielle has a rule that I can't eat meat. I'm a man! She says that eating meat upsets my ph balance, as if she knows anything about mine! So everything we eat is vegetarian. The only time I do eat meat is when I'm out, and not in the house. I eat, whatever is on the plate, and drive Danielle and I to the gym. I love this gym, because it has everything. Danielle looks so cute in her fitted pants. Her ass looks so good, makes me want to grab it. I'm already horny. Danielle puts on her workout gloves, and goes over to one of the tread mills. I go to the back where all the weights are, and lift. I can bench press 350 lbs of steel. As I'm lifting, I notice a woman staring at me. She's wearing shorts, and a baggy gym shirt. Her hair is red, in a ponytail, and she's with a friend of hers, who is equally cute like she is. "Wow you're strong," Redhead exclaims. I grunt lightly, "Thanks." "I love a man who can lift." I don't respond. Thank God Danielle doesn't hear her. "Leave him alone," Her friend remarks, "He probably has a girlfriend. He's too good looking to be single." Her friend starts to walk away, but Red Head is still standing there. Her friend turns around and calls her name. Redhead turns around reluctantly, and goes with her friend. Thank god she's gone! I don't like annoying females. After a while I'm done lifting, and decide to go to the track. Danielle is still on the treadmill, with her headphones in her ear. She looks so sexy as she's lightly sweating. Light sweat glistening on her chest and face. I wink at her as I leave the room, and she smiles and focuses on the machine, pressing the button to go faster. I go to the track, and a few people are walking. I never could understand why people do that. I ran track in high school and college, and trust me, a track is not for walking! I like to tease that I'm going to run over people if all they do is walk. The track was made for running. So the first thing I do is, I stretch, and sway my arms back and forth to prepare for my run. I like to run for at least thirty minutes. It's my favorite exercise. I put my headphones in, go to my workout playlist on my Ipod, and the minute a hard rock song by Korn comes on, I start running. I run, I run, and I run. My heart is beating, and my entire body is feeding off the benefits. I breathe. That was one of the first things they taught us back at track meetings, to breathe. As I'm running, I notice a woman running my direction. Her hair is in a braided ponytail, and she seems to be in her own world; not paying attention to anyone or anything around her. She looks awfully familiar, and that strikes a nerve. I look behind me, and a few people are running my direction, so I run lightly to the side and let them pass me. The woman stops, gets off the track, and takes off her headphones. I walk to her, a little confused. I could swear I know her from somewhere. I take off my headphones and wrap them with my Ipod, putting it in my pocket. "Excuse me?" I ask. She doesn't turn around. "Excuse me?" Louder I ask. She turns around, and when she sees me her face goes blank. So do I. It's Diana, my ex. "Diana?" I ask surprised. She inhales, then exhales, as if preparing for the worst news of her life, "Hello Josh." "Hi, I didn't know that was you." "Yeah." She looks different with her highlighted blonde hair. Really different, "I'm new here." "I see. I like your hair." She doesn't blink an eye, "Thank you." "You look really nice." "Thanks, so do you. Still running I see?" "Yeah, I do this daily." We go a moment without saying. "Well," She takes her gym bag, "I've got to go. Nice seeing you again." "Yeah, you too." She leaves. God she looks amazing! Who knew that little shy Diana, now went blonde? Working out at the gym? Major transformation. I wouldn't be surprised if she has a man. "Whatcha' lookin' at?" Comes a teasing voice. I turn around, and it's Danielle, smiling. "Hey Babe." She puts her arms around me, "I'm done with my workout. Are you finished running?" I kiss her on the cheek, "No, you want to run with me?" "Yeah, let's!" "If I win, you have to do what I want. If you win, it's the same; deal?" "Got it partner!" I end up winning. ------------------------------------------------ We don't shower at the gym. We decide to do that at home together. I can't wait to finally have her. We're not even in the bedroom, but the minute we step in, I kiss her, and she obliges. Deep, hungry kisses are what we are giving each other. Damn, she tastes so good. I put my hand on her ass and squeeze. She whispers sweet nothings in my ear, and bites it. I pick her up with my big, strong arms and carry her to the shower. On our way to the bedroom, we are taking off each other's clothes. We're still kissing, while I fiddle with the knob. The water turns on, and I reach down to feel the temperature. Danielle likes the water more warm the hot, and I like it the exact opposite. We decide on a near hot temperature and step inside. I kiss her all the way down, giving her kisses on her neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, thighs, and her pussy, which is the main course. I love playing with it. I look up and she moans, with her head back. Her jet black hair is wet, and she looks so sexy like that. I bring my lips to her pussy, and make out with the lips before sticking my tongue in. That makes her go mad. It drives her crazy, so I go a little deeper, as I finger her. Her leg is on the edge of the bathtub, giving me full access to her V spot. "Oh god!" She screams, "Yeah, I like it like that." She brings her hands to my head, and I wiggle my face in it. Her juices are very sweet, and I suck up every drop, making her shake. I bring my hands to the back of her ass as the hot water pours down on us, creating a steamy atmosphere, and I slap her ass with one hand. "Oh you're so bad," She giggles. "You like that baby?" I ask, before putting her clit in my mouth. She's so wet. Danielle moans orgasmically, and massages my head while I work my tongue on her pussy. I love to punish her with my tongue. God she tastes so good. That vegetarian lifestyle is really paying off. "Oh my god," I mumble before going at it again. Her juices flow down. After a while, she sucks my cock. It feels so good. I especially love receiving head in the hot shower. Something about it makes the feeling more effective. I gently take her hair from her face, and pull it behind her head. It's in a bundle in my hands. I frown and clench my teeth. This feels so good. My breathing becomes more shallow, as she continues. She looks so sexy, sucking my cock with those sexy hazel green eyes. She smiles naughtily, licking the head, before taking the full thing in her mouth. "Awh yeah!" I hiss. She continues, bobbing her head, going lightly, then bobbing her head again. "Awwww fuuuuuck," I moan. Her hot mouth is on my cock. She takes the entire thing in her mouth, and gags. She rubs it, and puts it in her mouth again. "Oh yeah Babe," I say, "Put the whole thing in!" She does. She does it well. Very well. I'm pumping her from the back as I massage her breasts. My big arms are around her, and she kisses me. She puts her tongue in my mouth, and I suck on it. I pump faster, and feel the blood rushing to my cock as I go faster in that tight pussy. Her perky ass feels so good against my skin. She gasps, and screams, "Oh my god, right there!Right there!" I can feel her juices coming down, before I pull out, and blow my load on her ass. She moans like a sweet kitten, and we kiss again. We end this session by washing each other off. As her leg is on the edge of the bathtub, I kneel down and wash her pussy. We do it again in bed, and again after that. Danielle never fails to please. She's trying to control her breathing, and I kiss her head. "I'm hungry." "It's okay, I'll cook something for you." "Nah, don't cook. I'm in the mood for pizza." "Spinach pizza?" She hints. "That too..." She kisses my chest, and we take a nap. I wake up before her, and deliver sweet kisses on her face. She doesn't budge. I guess working out so heavy made her tired. I quietly lay her down, and put the covers over her shoulders, and order pizza and fries. Danni wakes up a short while later, and I'm in my jeans at this point. She's cuddling the pillow and looking at me getting a shirt out of the closet. "You are so sexy." "Don't start this again," I laugh, "If you do, we'll have to have another session!" "Maybe that's what I want," She teases. "You'll get it soon enough." "Come here, handsome." I walk over to her, and she pulls me to her and we kiss again. Now I'm hard. Again! A knock comes at the door. "Oh shit, that's the pizza!" The pizza guy is this older Chinese male. I take the hot boxes of pizza with the brown bag on top, and give him a tip. "Thank you," He smiles, before walking away. "Danni," I yell, "Food's here." As we're talking, Danni is telling me about some club called The Lust Factory. She chuckles, "Lush Factory." I bite into my pizza," Oh." "But it's not necessarily a club, I heard about it and I want to go there Friday night!" "Okay. Sounds like a strip club." "It's not a strip club, it's more demure. It's a mansion that hosts your wildest fantasies. Anything you'd ever want, you'll experience it there." "Yeah?" "Really." "So if I wanted to experience three women with big boobs because that's my fantasy, I'll get it?" She shrugs, "Yeah, if that's what you want." "Hmm," I finish my pizza, "That sounds a little strange. I mean I can just go into a strip club and watch. That mansion sounds like it's hosting a wild porn scene." "Might as well. I'd like to go though. I'd like to try Mistress?" "Huh?" "Mistress, she's the woman who owns the mansion. She's supposed to be really good." "We're going to have sex with her or something?" "A threesome! That should be fun." I nod, and grab four more slices of pizza, "Does this Mistress have a real name?" "No one knows her real name, she's a very private person." "Okay." "But since it's our first time there, we can just watch. You know, walk around and see what's there?" "I'm getting hard thinking about it, we'd have to check that out." "Let's," She feeds me a piece of her pizza. ------------------------------------------------ Danielle goes about calling this Lush Factory. Up until now, I've never heard anything about it. She's answering questions, which I think is weird. "It's me and my boyfriend," She answers the guy on the phone, "Yes, we would like to try Mistress." She puts the guy on speaker, and he has a deep, baritone voice. "Mistress is already booked for Friday. Sorry." Danielle lets out a disappointing sigh, "Okay, we were really looking forward to it." "I know, but Mistress is a very busy person. Sometimes she's not even here." "Well, okay. You can just list us as visitors." "Gotcha," The guy answers. The guy goes rambling on about terms of agreement, blah blah blah. Friday comes, and I'm wearing a navy blue shirt and blue jeans. Danni says I look so handsome. Yeah, I guess. I usually don't dress like this, but she picked this shirt out for me to wear. She looks damn good in the fitted green dress she has on. I can eat her in that dress! I'm thinking about this Lush Factory and what it would be like. It sounds a little corny to me, and boring. Danielle talks about it being in a mansion, and she's enthralled by that fact. Mansions really don't do anything for me, but high rise condos do, and penthouses. I'm not a mansion person. I imagine a mansion as a place where filthy rich old folks live and eventually die. Not for me. I'm driving to the mansion. Danielle put the address on my GPS system. It's on a hill, and it's very big. It's get bigger and bigger as we approach. I drive slowly, and the gates slowly open as I pull in. The place is crowded. Cars are everywhere. I feel like I'm at a drive in almost. Brings me back to my teenage years. "There's an empty spot," Danni points out. I slowly pull in, and put the car on park, before turning it off. We get out, and we're amazed by how many people are coming in and out. It seems like everyone is having the time of their lives. By god, there are even old bags here. Yuck! Why would Danni drag me into something like this? We hold hands, and walk up to the mansion. The music playing inside gets louder, and the parking lot is illuminated by the bright lights from inside. We pass the security guards, showing them identification and telling them that we are just visitors. I guess if you arranged something at this place you have to pay. It's a beautiful mansion. The decor is really nice, and in the middle is a long staircase, Cinderella style. There are many types of people here. Most of them are in a sexual, flirtatious mood. Some are even walking around naked, or half naked. Many beautiful women catch my eye. There's a woman with a short haircut sitting at the bar area, wearing a short blue dress, revealing gorgeous legs! "Josh," Danielle says, "Let's get something to drink and walk around?" "Fine," I answer, my eyes still caught on the beautiful woman. Her eyes are seductive, and she's flirting with me. We walk to the bar, and there's a voloptuous brunette with large breasts serving drinks. Her boobs look pretty real to me. I like this place already. After she serves someone, she turns to us and smiles. "What can I get for you?" "I'd just like a glass of red wine," Danielle answers. "A beer for me." She smiles again. Beautiful smile. Great teeth. "Coming right up." She serves us our drinks and we look around. After paying, we get up and decide to walk to all the rooms. We walk into a room that's on the lower level, where we are, and it's an orgy of twenty people. There's a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The smell of sex is very strong, and I can't bear it. A few people are just watching, and some of them are married couples. As we walk out, Danielle points to french doors that lead out to the back, where the swimming area is. "Come on." We're holding hands, and we open the french doors that lead to the swimming pool. Everyone is naked. Some are throwing beach balls at each other and catching it, and others are playing "Chicken." There are people in the jacuzzi as well. A man has his arms around two women, that are sucking his ear. He's enjoying it. Lucky bastard. The girls are gorgeous! A blonde is sitting on a handsome guy's shoulders, playing Chicken with another female, who is sitting on the shoulders of a black man. Blondie uses her force to push throw the girl off into the pool, and everyone cheers. She notices me, "Come in! Play with us!" Danielle and I look at each other. "It's more fun watching," Danielle says, before taking my hand. We leave the pool area, and go back inside. We pass a woman kissing a guy that looks like he's young enough to be her son. He's sucking on her breasts, and her head is tilted back in enjoyment. She licks her lips, before putting her tongue is his mouth. "Wow," I say, "This place is...something." We notice a woman receiving head on the far end of the stairs. Looking at her long legs she must be six foot tall, and a shorter man, is eating her out, while fingering her. She uses her hands to force his head in more. "Let's go in that room." There are many people standing on the outside of the door inside the room. It looks to be pretty crowded. The light is red. We go in, and gently excuse ourselves to get in. Wow. Everyone looks in awe. There is a black woman, dancing on a pole. The pole is hers, and she makes it hers. She does this thing where she's upside down at the top, and she slowly slides down with her legs wide open. She's wearing a thong, and I can damn near see her pussy, which is shaven. Her hair is long and black, and her figure is petite. Her breasts are not big, but they're nice and perky. Her stomach is nice and flat, and she has an ass to die for! I can't believe what I'm seeing. I've been to many strip clubs, and have seen them dance. But I don't think anyone can top this girl. A slow, R & B hit is playing, and she dances to the beat of the song. My dick gets hard, and my breathing gets a little shallow. I'd love for her to dance on me that way, while my dick is inside her. I glance at Danielle. Her facial expression is blank, and she looks a little bewildered. "You okay?" I whisper. She gestures towards the dancer, "I wish I can do that. I see how you're looking at her." "I just think she's a good dancer is all." "Maybe I'm jealous, she's very sexy." The black girl grinds on the pole, and licks it. Before I know it, she jumps on the pole like it's a man, and swings around it, before putting herself in an upside down position again. She hangs on, and climbs to the top of the pole, swings again, and uses one leg to swing around, before slowly coming down again. People cheer and applaud her. The song comes off. The lights in the room turn on again. Danielle and I leave. We go to another room, and quickly get out. Two men were having sex with each other. Not my cup of tea! There's another room that we go into, and it's full of lesbians. The room is very big. A man is behind his lady, massaging her breasts. I see wedding rings. Her eyes are fixated on the women on the bed, and she massages her pussy. All of the girls are on one big bed that's heart shaped. Two girls are rubbing their pussies together. "Get it baby!" Someone in the crowd screams. The Lush Factory: According to Josh The girls are hungry for each other. Danielle whispers, "Oh my god." "Do you like that?" I ask. "I don't go for girls...but that's so hot!" A woman standing next to us glances at Danielle. She smiles. Danielle smiles. "I'm Carrie," She says. Carrie has a British accent. She has short black hair, pale skin, and sexy lips painted in red lipstick. It stands out against her pale skin. "I'm Danielle, and this is my boyfriend." "Hi." "Hello," She nods to me but turns back to Danielle, "First timer?" "Yes, you?" She shakes her head, "It's been a while since I've been here. I like to watch this stuff," Her eyes look at Danielle up and down, "That's a very nice dress you have on." "Thank you, you look great too." "Thanks, so would you like to come with me to the back? We can do something, you and I." "I'm her boyfriend," I say sternly. She doesn't seem moved by it, "You can watch." "No thanks," Danielle answer. "Are you sure? I'm a really good lover." Danielle doesn't answer her, but she takes my hand and we get a little closer to the bed. None of these girls are using dildos, it's all raw. The way they're grinding is so sexy. Some are scissoring, and others are on top of each other, kissing each other hungrily. There's an older, white woman, fucking a younger black girl with a strap on. The black girl is screaming, her eyes crunched and her mouth open. The white woman slaps her ass and goes a little faster. "Oh yeah," The black girl screams with satisfaction. Two blondes are quickly rubbing their pussies together, swish their long blonde, almost white hair back, and speak to each other in another language. Perhaps German? They slap each other, going much faster, before kissing each other. We go through many rooms, before going upstairs. There's a lot to see in this great big mansion. In one of the rooms, a man is sitting down, watching two women have sex together. One of them has a mask and boots on, and the other one is only in her heels. He must be her husband. He's rubbing his cock as he sees them perform. We see everything, including BDSM. A speaker comes on, and a voice that would make anyone hard and wet starts speaking. Her tone is deep, but sexy and seductive. "Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Mistress speaking. I hope you all are having such a good time, I know I am, "She laughs seductively before speaking again, "Be aware that starting at ten o'clock is couples hour in the velvet room, downstairs, the room next to the swimming pool area. Have fun, and lots of great sex," She says before turning the speaker off. Mostly everyone is doing what Danielle and I are doing, they're just walking around, cruising. In the middle of the hallway is a great big door, with two Adonis looking guards standing outside it, dressed in Egyptian wear. They are tall, handsome, and muscular, and they look very serious. "May we go inside?" Danielle asks. "Yes," One of them answers, they stand aside and open two of the doors each, and we go inside to an even larger, dark room. It's jet black, with the only light in the room being in the center, where the bed is. It's like being in a movie theater when you first enter. There are a lot of people around. This is a great show! The light is shining down on two women. One of the woman looks older, like she's in her forties, but she looks great. She's wearing a victorian, black and gray corset, fish net stockings, and heels. She's wearing a bob hairstyle, and her body is voloptuous. She's whipping a girl on the bed, who is naked. Her ass jiggles as the woman whips her. The girl moans with pleasure. The whipping sounds are loud enough so that everyone can hear. The girls ass is red. "Ahh," She moans. "Do you want some more, you little slut?" The woman asks seductively, as if she's asking the girl if she wants a main course. "Yes, Mistress," The girl answers. Mistress spanks her some more, before giving her a harder lashing. Screams. "Oh my god," A lady whispers. "You deserve an award bitch, do you want your pussy eaten now?" "Yes Mistress!" Mistress unties the girls arms and legs that were bind, and takes off the silk tie from her eyes. The girl limply turns around. She looks familiar. Wait a minute? Brown hair, blonde highlights. Where do I know this girl from? It's Diana! She lies on the bed, and opens her legs. Mistress is wearing black leather gloves, and with red fingernails massage her pussy. Diana licks her lips in enjoyment, as Mistress dives in. "Tell me how you want it slave," Mistress demands. "Oh yes, stick your tongue in," Then she moans. Her eyes are closed, then she opens. Her eyes meet mine. They read shock, and almost embarrassment. I'm surprised to see her here as I've never expected in a million years to see her in a place like this. Who would figure that Diana Johnson would score with a woman?! Diana licks her lips at me and closes her eyes again. My god. She looks so sexy! Even sexier seeing her getting ate out. She plays with her tits and tug at her nipples. I'm a little jealous now, and turned on at the same time. I remember telling her that she was boring in bed, because all she would do was lie there. I seek adventure in the bedroom, and she got pissed off. She took that to heart, what I told her. There was even a time she would get offended when I told her to fuck me like a whore. I was surprised when she finally gave in to me recording us having sex. We had our own videos that I recorded. To see this, was shocking to me. I wanted to laugh it was so unbelievable. A year had passed since we've broke up. Usually women go through dramatic changes. They may cut all of their hair, they may take on boxing, or whatever the like. In her case, she explored the wild side of her sexuality! I'm proud of her in a way. My dick is rock hard seeing her. "Wow," Danielle whispers. Everyone is fixated on what's happening. Out of the black shadows appears a good looking man with blonde hair that's in a ponytail. He looks like one of those surfer types. He's wearing nothing, and slowly approaches the bed, and gets on. He puts his dick inside of Diana's mouth, and her voice is muffled, as she's sucking his dick and getting ate out at the same time. "Yeah," The guy whispers, jerking his hips over her face. Mistress spits on Diana's pussy, and rubs it. She arises and walks over to the handsome guy, massaging his shoulders. His eyes are closed. "I want you to fuck her," She tells him. He gets up, and walks to the edge of the bed, and pulls Diana down to meet him closer. Mistress pulls down her corset, and her big tits come out. They're sexy tits, with beautiful brown areola's. The guy puts on a condom, and slowly inserts his dick inside of Diana's wet cunt. Mistress takes her fluffer, and whips the guy on the ass. "Fuck her faster!" He moves faster, and groans. Mistress gently spanks him with the fluffer as he fucks Diana's brains out. My heart is beating fast. I'm a little mad even. Why am I this way? He takes her legs and put them on his shoulders, as he plunges deeply inside of her. Diana's screams fill the entire room. "Give it to her good," A young man close to us says, "Damn...he's hitting all the right spots!" The guy groans, and Mistress spanks him harder now, demanding him to fuck her faster, which he does. Sweat drops from his forehead. He and Diana are sweaty. "Talk dirty to her!" Mistress demands. "You want me to fuck this cunt harder?" He asks Diana. "Yeah," She gets out. "Tell me how much you want this dick!" "I want it! I crave it!" She screams, "I want it! Yeah!" Watching her fuck somebody else was really something. I never thought in my wildest dreams I would witness this. "I'm gonna come!" He shouts. He pulls out and jerks his dick, spilling out cum. Diana shakes and screams. She grips the sheets, crunches her legs and shakes. "Oooooo," She moans, "Yeah." The guy leans down and kisses her. "Let's go," I tell Danielle. I finish my beer, and head to the bar for another one. Danielle tells me she has to use the bathroom. "Be careful of Carrie," I warn. "Very funny," She says before kissing me and walks away. The gorgeous bartender asks me what I would like to drink, before giving me a beer. I still can't seem to get over what I saw. I'm sitting next to a tall blonde, with eighties hair. She's sexy, and she's wearing a black leather coat, and high heels, "Hi," She says. "Hey. How are you?" "Fine. I've seen you walking around. Is that your girlfriend?" "Yeah." "She's cute." "You're here alone?" "Yeah, I like to go places alone. The likelihood of you getting approached is more likely." "So I've seen." She lights a cigarette, "Hopefully I can get lucky and find someone in here." "Why would you want to find someone in a place like this? Everybody's getting fucked!" She laughs, "Well, there are also single, curious people in here too. I like to be open and honest when I deal with people I meet." "Yeah, me too." She smiles and flirts with me. She plays with my collar, and I lightly back away and laugh. I'm getting hard right now, but I can't. I love Danielle. I can't do this to her. "Come on," She whispers, "We can find a room somewhere." "No, my girlfriend would find out." "Awww, come on. This is the 21st century!" "Exactly!" Disappointingly, she stops touching me. She puts her cigarette out and gets up. "You wouldn't be interested in me anyway, even if you were single." "Why is that?" She unties her long coat, and I almost vomit. She has breasts and a long dick that is hanging down. Unshamefully, she ties up her coat again, before walking away. Perhaps seeking another victim. My eyes are really big, and I get up hurredly to the front door to exit this place. I've had enough, and seen enough. "Josh, where are you going?" I hear Danielle all a sudden. I don't answer or look back to her. As soon as I go outside, I vomit. People walking inside the mansion walk slow and stare. "Do you mind?!" Danielle says, "Mind your fucking business!" People turn away and mind their own business. She rubs my back. "You okay babe," She says in comfort, "You're drunk!" "No," I shake my head, "I'm not." "What happened?" "I'm not ever, coming to this place again!" I wipe my mouth and we walk to the car. As I drive home, I tell her about the transsexual, and Danielle is in shock. "I'm so sorry that I suggested this place," She says. "Yeah. Next time, we'll have to go somewhere where it's not so unisex." We laugh. I don't know if I'd ever visit this place again. I've seen enough and a lot. From my ex getting fucked, to couples being open, to fucking transsexuals, I don't know what thrilled me the most! Yeah...I think I need a break from this stuff. END The Lush Factory Kara and Tiffany are both naked. Kara is extremely bare, but Tiffany has a cute straight line of hair going down her slit, otherwise she is bare, like Mistress is. Mistress is moaning orgasmically as Kara is eating her pussy, and Tiffany is sucking her large breasts. "Oh god" she whispers, "Oh yes!" She is in another world, and her head is back in enjoyment. She smiles, and shows teeth. She tells Tiffany to sit on top of her, so she can eat her pussy. Tiffany does so gladly, and gently sits on Mistress' pretty face, and Mistress puts her hands on Kara's waist. Now Kara is the one moaning. She plays with her nipples, puts her fingers in her mouth and pinches them as Mistress eats her out. She slowly moves back and forth as Mistress gives it to her, and Tiffany frowns and leans all the way back, she moans. "Ahh," she whispers over and over, "Ohhh yeah!" Kara wiggles her face in Mistress' pussy, and that makes Mistress rise a leg up, and back down. Kara gets her face out of her pussy, and I see it is glistened with pussy juice, she fingers her, then pats her pussy and continues. "Uh! Uh!" Tiffany sobs and moans, "Oh yeah" My pussy is really beating hard now. I hate that I can barely control the feeling. I squirm in the chair a little bit to control myself, but I can't. Mistress puts her hands on Tiffany's shoulders as a signal, and Tiffany gets off, extremely satisfied! Kara stops what she is doing, and the trio kiss each other. iIm jealous, really jealous. I'm worried Mistress would send me home with an uncatered, wet, throbbing pussy. Mistress seductively turns to me, and smiles, "I see she lasted a long time without touching herself!" Kara and Tiffany's heads are on Mistress shoulders, "Now, I want you to show her how well you play." She gets off the bed and walks to me. Oh my god, what is happening now?? My chest rises and goes back to its normal pattern. Is it time for me to eat her out? Instead, she walks behind me and plays with my hair, "Show her how well you play," she says to Kara and Tiffany. Kara and Tiffany embrace each other and kiss. Kara puts her tongue in Tiffany's mouth, and Tiffany takes it. I feel hot juice exit my pussy, and Mistress slowly massages my shoulders. Kara and Tiffany each sit on their asses, open their legs, and join their pussies together, and they scissor. I've seen this many times on lesbian flicks. I've always thought it was weird for girls to do that, but nonetheless, an extremely pleasurable experience. They lick their lips, come even closer as they play with each others breasts, and they do it a little slowly, and seductively. It's sexy, and it makes me feel sexy by watching them. I feel embarrassed even, because I feel like I'm invading their privacy and should look away. But look away, I cannot. It's too late. I'm enjoying the shoulder massage that Mistress is giving me. I see her beautiful hands and red nails, even as I'm looking at Kara and Tiffany make love. They are sighing, moaning, giving, and taking. This is incredible! Tiffany lies on her back, and Kara rises, and gets on top of Tiffany. She grinds, slowly at first as if she has respect for Tiffany's pussy, or like she's trying to navigate it. Then, Kara goes faster, and the sounds of them moaning in unison, excites me! Oh please Mistress! Let me join them! Tiffany grips the bed sheets, grits her teeth, and she screams, as Kara does. Tiffany shakes and shivers, and Kara leans down and they kiss. "Ohh," Mistress leans down over me massage my breasts, "Someone's heart is beating very fast. I think you like this." I don't answer. I'm afraid what my answer will be. "All right girls," She says to the two naked women, "Play time is over. Collect your juices and go." Kara gets off of Tiffany, and they take their clothes and go to the door. "No, leave us," She tells them. They leave, and close the door. It's just Mistress and I in the room. Oh god, what will happen next? Mistress comes from behind me. God she looks so sexy naked! "Did you like what you saw?" "Y-yes, very much!" "I did that on purpose to tease you, so your primal woman can come out. Do you think you can satisfy me as they did?" I pause, "Well, I don't want to disappoint you, but I-" "I hope you don't. You know what happens when you disappoint me right?" "Lashes?" I ask. She waits, and laughs. I wish the floor would swallow me up. "No, you won't be welcome in the Lush Factory again." I don't answer. Now I'm scared. What if I disappoint her? I don't want to disappoint anybody. "I don't think you're quite ready for me yet," She approaches me, and without another word puts her hand between my legs. "You're very wet, I guess you are ready." "Excuse me for saying this, but I have to pee," I say reluctantly. "While you're gone think about coming back another day when you're ready," She says dropping her smile, "You have my number. Give me a call when you want to come back." "Yes Ma'am," I shake my head, "I mean, Mistress." "Off be with you," She presses a button, and the door opens, and Kara and Tiffany approach me, take each arm, and take me out of the large bedroom. I go in one of the bathrooms, and pee. I notice a little cum in my panties. I'm still a little shocked at what I saw, and wish that I can go back and prove myself to Mistress. I don't want to leave uncatered, wet, horny, and sad. I wash my hands when I come out and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes look different, like I have seen past this world with my third eye. The person in the mirror is sexy. This red dress I'm wearing brings out my curves. This is the most cleavage that I have ever worn, and I'm showing more chest and arms than anything! I pass the many rooms, some with doors open, and others are closed. I take a tour of the rest of the upstairs, and one of the doors are opened. I take a peek, and it's two women sharing a long, pink dildo. They are going at it, like wild dogs trying to grab a bone. A man wearing a see through shirt and leather pants and gloves looks at me. He is wearing shades, and is bald. "Sexy aren't they?" He asks me. He's British. "Yes, they are." "Would you like a rendezvous?" The invitation is seductive, and his voice sends chills down my body in a good way. Before I could answer, a good looking blonde donning a red cape and leather boots approaches the man, and they kiss. I leave the room. I go downstairs, and can barely walk because I'm very excited. I pass many people, wearing sexy wear. The Lush Factory has everything. Men are kissing men, women kissing women, there are transsexuals, transvestites, drag queens, and transgenders here, and everybody is speaking to or kissing each other. No one cares here. There are no limits or boundaries. As I head to the front door, a tall, muscular black man smiles and asks how my stay was. "It was magic," I respond. He laughs and asks me which one is my purse. It's a large bin full of many purses and wallets. That's the thing here, you cannot bring any of that inside of the mansion once you are in. "Um," I scan the various items and finally spot what's mine, "The furry red purse next to you." He takes it and hands it to me. "Thank you." I leave and there's another man guarding the outside french doors, he opens them as I leave. "Come back again," He says in a friendly manner. "I will." I leave and head to my car. I look back at the mansion and look up. There's Mistress drinking a glass of wine, looking back at me. It's scary. I turn away, get inside of my car, and drive off. I head home and think about where I had just gone. I still can't believe I had the nerve to go to The Lush Factory. It's actually Mistress' home, but she turned it into a passion house for people to have sex in, and that's how she makes her money. My cat, Felix meows as I give him his bowl of cat food, and he eats. I pet him as I go in the bath and take a shower. As the hot water rolls down my body, I touch myself. I close my eyes and envision what I saw earlier. Kara and Tiffany grinding on each other, and then Mistress. My god! What a sight! This time I can touch myself, without anyone telling me what I can and can't do. I rub, and kitty responds. I'm in Heaven! Exploding in five, four, three, two...one...I let go, and release. Later that night, I do the unthinkable. I call Mistress. Her main line. I don't know what her real name is, she just goes by Mistress. I wonder what she is really like outside of The Lush Factory. I dial her number on my phone, and the phone rings a few times, before I hear a sexy, "Hello?" "H-hi, this is Jennifer, from earlier." She waits, "I know many Jennifers. Wait..you're the sweet one who wore the red dress." "Yes," I rise up in bed, "That's me." "So have you thought about what I told you earlier?" "Yes, I have." "I won't have you wasting my time like you did. Next time you come back to The Lush Factory, come back prepared. I don't give a lot of people chances like I'm giving you. You should be proud." "I am. I couldn't get what I saw out of my head!" She chuckles, "Who could? If you told me you could, I wouldn't believe you." "Yeah, I know. So...I was wondering..." I take a deep breath, "When can I come back?" "When do you want to come back is the question?" "Well, I don't work tomorrow. Can I come back tomorrow?" "In my private chambers? Or would you like me to come to you?" I lift my eyebrows, "You can come to me???" "Yeah, if that's what makes you comfortable. You have to tell me. Once I hang up the phone tonight, I'm not answering again. Mistress has to get her beauty rest." "Well I'm a little low on gas because of the long drive, so-" "Then I'll come to you. What time do you want me to come?" "Nighttime is the better time for me." "But what time?" "Nine pm. My address is 9 East Haven Street. Apartment 2B." "Okay, what would you like done?" "What you did to Kara and Tiffany." "I knew you had a naughty streak in you. Well that's fine. I'll see you tomorrow at that time. Make sure you're pussy is trimmed, you showered, and you're PREPARED!" "Y-yes Mistress." She hangs up the phone. I wake up the next morning in anticipation, and clean up all around the apartment. Even Felix gets a bath today. I run to the laundry mat, and wash my sheets and bedcovers. My room is even re-arranged. As glamorous as Mistress' place looked, I wanted mine to look the same way. I buy a leapord throw and put that over the couch. I spritz Fabreeze around the place so the areas are smelling good and clean. Many times throughout the day, I constantly look at the clock to see what time it is. I even check my phone and see that Mistress text'd me earlier. It says: Wax. Shower. Be prepared! I'm already waxed. I had this done a month ago, and my pussy has never breathed any better like it does now. I've showered this morning, and I decide to do so again, putting special attention on my vagina and clean it really good as it is. Lastly, I feel prepared. I'm just extremely nervous! The butterflies just won't leave my stomach. I keep looking at the clock. It's a bad habit! Doing all of this with my house makes me feel like I'm getting ready for a date, or inviting my crush over for dinner. All of this-for a woman. I eat something light because I'm not really hungry due to my being nervous, and I wash my plate, before placing it in the rack. Eight pm comes, and I'm sitting on the couch, with sweaty palms. I'm wearing a sundress this time, and it's floral all over and see through at the bottom. I thought this was a nice selection, at least for tonight. Mistress didn't tell me what I had to wear. I'm glad there's no dress code. Eight fifty nine comes, and I'm so nervous yet excited I can barely swallow. It hurts to. I hear a car outside, and get up to see if that's her. It's a black luxury car. A well dressed man gets out of the car, goes over to the passenger side in the back, and opens the door. Mistress comes out. She is wearing a suede leather coat that you can tie up, fish net stockings, and heels. She says something to the driver, and he nods his head and sees her off. Someone exits the building, and holds the door open for her, and she comes in. I don't see her anymore. I go to the mirror, and check myself out. I fluff my hair, and realize that I'm shaking. My feet feel a little sweaty even. A knock comes at the door. It's her. I go to the door. Before I open it, I swallow, tell myself I can do this, and unlock the door. Mistress smiles, "Hello Darling." "Hi," I smile opening the door wider, "Come in." She enters, and I close the door. "You smell very nice," I comment. "Thank you," She says without looking at me, looking around the apartment, "It's Christian Dior." "It's good." She turns around and looks at me in the eyes, "Are you ready?" "Yes," I answer. "Take me to your bedchambers, or are you up for a little foreplay?" "That too, but can we take this to the bedroom?" "Of course." I realize she's holding a furry black suitcase, and I take her to my room. She comes in and sits on the bed, laying the case on the bed. "If you wanted some BDSM, I have everything we need in this case. But it's not just for BDSM," She opens up the suitcase and it's an organized supply of dildo's, oils, handcuffs, a fluffer, silk ties, and other things, "These are for other things too." "Well, I decided I don't want to try the BDSM." "Okay, but you wanted to try what you saw what I did with the girls, right?" "Yes." The room is silent. "Very well then," She closes the case, puts it down, and gets up. She unties her coat, and she is wearing nothing but the stockings and heels. She is so sexy. I've never seen a woman as beautiful, confident, and sexy as her. Sexy as hell! My mouth is wide open in shock and amusement. "Do you like what you see?" "Yes, I do", I whisper, as if I don't want anyone to hear how naughty I am. "Then come closer Puss." I walk up to her, and I touch her breasts. They are soft. Her areolas are large, and the nipples are soft. They feel so good in my hands. "Would you like a taste?" She asks. "Yes," I answer, "But, how do I do...?" "I'm going to teach you everything you have to know," She says taking my hands, "Let's take these clothes off." I allow her to undress me. She goes behind me and unzips my dress, and glides her hands to my shoulders, and my arms get out of the dress, making it fall. I'm now in my underwear. As she goes down, she kisses my chest, stomach, and the outsides of my thighs. Oh god my pussy is pounding, here's the uncontrollable feeling again! She kisses my pussy, with my panties on, and puts her hands on my ass, and gently squeezes as she muffs her face on my pussy with kisses. As she does that, she takes my panties off. My legs lift up so she can take them fully off. She looks up at me with those green, kitten like eyes she has. "You're so beautiful," She says as she rises up, "So now, I'm going to teach you how to suck some pussy." She tells me to unbutton her heels. They are sexy black heels which look very expensive to wear. I do as she says, and she lifts her foot up so the heel can come off. Mistress then lifts her leg on my bed, and tells me to do the same. I do, and now she's just in her stockings. "These come off too," She tells me. Gently I bring my fingers to the top of her thighs where the stockings begin, and I gently slide them down, feeling soft, warm skin underneath. She lifts her feet up carefully so they can come off fully. She lifts her leg up again, and tells me to bring my face closer to her pussy. I do. The faint smell of female sensuality and hot perfume greet me as I get near her pussy. "Put your face in it, lick the walls, care for it, do it carefully like you are in no rush, kiss, and don't miss any spots." "Okay," I answer. Here goes. I put my face closer and kiss the bikini line, and the sides. I do that and come in contact with her clit, and I kiss that too, and lick. I'm not quite there yet, but my god I'm finally licking a woman's pussy. "Move your head in circles," She demands. I do, and now, her pussy is wet with my spit. I find now it's easier to lick and eat her out. Her pussy is a hot pink color, and looks so pretty. I take my one finger and put it inside. It's hot and juicy. As I finger her, I french kiss her pussy, sticking my tongue out. "Oh yes, put that tongue in." I stick my tongue in, and it feels tight inside. It's strange. This feeling I mean. But she tastes really good and gives me a hunger that I have never had before. I feel unexperienced, yet experienced at the same time. I put my hands on her ass as I eat her pussy. She writhes her hips, and her pussy wiggles all over my face. Mistress puts her hands behind my head, and stuffs my face in her pussy. "Wiggle that pretty face in my pussy." I do, and fast. I touch myself. I'm wet. I taste pussy juice on my tongue, and I wiggle it. Tastes so good. Putting it inside of her pussy and then sucking, and licking her walls. I alternate, and make sure I miss no part of her pussy. I look up, and her head is back, and eyes are closed. Yes! I'm doing something right. I'm excited now, and go on to eat her pussy like a pro. "Oh yes, darling yes," She whispers, "Right there!" I rub her wet, bare pussy. It's pulsating on my tongue, and I work my tongue all around. "Okay," She answers with delight. She puts her leg down, "Not bad for a first time pussy eater. But we're not done yet. It's your turn. Lie on the bed and open your legs for me." I lie on the bed, and spread my legs. I feel so exposed, like I feel when I'm at the doctor's office, or getting examined. Only this time I'm not getting examined. I'm not in the doctor's office either. Mistress comes between me and positions herself downward, so that her face is closer to my pussy. She's on her knees, at the edge of the bed. "Don't be scared Darling," She says, before taking my legs and pulling me closer to her. That is such a turn on. I feel the power in her. She puts her face down and begins. It feels good already. She kisses my pussy, like she cares for it, and gently puts her fingers inside of me. That shows me what I was missing. "Uh," I moan gently. "You like that?" She fingers me. "Yeah." After I respond, she licks my slit, and buries her face into my pussy. "Oh god," I moan. The feeling is precious. She maneuvers around my pussy like she knows what she's doing. She does. She eats my pussy like a pro, and does it well. My favorite part is when she puts her tongue inside and wiggles her face. She probes deeper with her tongue, and I feel a spot that I have never felt before. But it was immaculate once she touched it. "Oh god," I scream, and I grip the bedsheets and lift my body up. That doesn't bother her. She takes my legs as she eats me out, and caresses them. "Touch yourself," She tells me, before going back to eating me out. I pinch my nipples, and I feel hot liquid coming out of me. I wonder what I taste like to her. Would I taste good? What would she tells me. "Mmmmmm," She moans, "You taste delicious." I get fingered, rubbed, licked, kissed, probed, and ate out. She lifts her head up, licks her lips, and fingers me some more. She's smiling. Then she does the unthinkable, and spits on my clit, before taking that in her mouth. I feel so vulnerable, but in a good way. I feel as though a waterfall is roaring through my body. It's an uncontrollable feeling, but something I know I have to let go of. I'm breathing heavily, and start to sweat. I cum-right there in her mouth, and she licks me clean. After a moment, she rises and pats my pussy. Little sprinkles of love juice come out. That was the first time in my life that I have ever squirted, and it feels so good. The Lush Factory "You passed the test," She says, before taking my nipples in her mouth, and opening her mouth to take my whole breasts in, one at a time. The outside of my breasts are even tended to, and she squeezes them and kisses them at the same time. It feels so good. Kitten is now getting what she wants. I gasp when she bites one of my nipples, before doing the same to the other one. I do the same to her, and it's a dream sucking those titties, and taking those nipples in my mouth. "Bite it," She whispers, and I do. I do it with an uncertainty. I didn't want to bite too hard, but I do it as if I'm pinching my nipples...just a little nibble to give her something. She moans, and caresses my back. She puts her hand down on me, and rubs me, before I do the same to her. All of a sudden, she kisses me hungrily, putting her tongue in my mouth. She tastes good. The kiss is so greedy, yet passionate. We're swirling tongues around each others, before taking each other in again. She sucks my bottom lip, and tells me she has something for me. Her hands glide on my chest, my back, my hips, and ass. I hug her, and feel her hard nipples on my breasts. Mistress kisses my neck. It makes me moan, and gasp. "Oh you make me feel so good," I say before kissing her. Her hands rest on my waist, and she tells me to lie down. I do. She gets on top of me. Her wet pussy, is on top of mine. I'm pulsating. The feeling is rich and undescribable. All I know is that it feels good. Mistress positions herself on top of me, and tells me that I'm in for a long ride. She kisses me, and moves slowly as she does. "Do you like when my pussy rubs like this on top of yours?" I can barely answer because I'm in an orgasmic state, "yes." She interlocks her fingers with mine, and she grinds on top. I can't get enough of her. "Move your hips Darling, give yourself to me, don't be afraid." I move my hips, and get more of her pussy as my legs are open wider, and I rub with her. "Ooohhhh," She moans. Her breasts feel heavy on my chest. She gets up on top, with her hand on my thigh, and grinds. My rhythm matches hers, and we grind ourselves to ecstasy. I don't ever want this moment to end, and if it does, I want it to happen again. She spanks my ass underneath, and we move faster. The headboard hits the wall, and the bottom of the bed creaks. Our breathless moans, our sobbing sounds, and our energy makes this a passionate moment. The feeling is electric and so intense that I cry. We move faster. Oh god! I'm going to cum again! Mistress is frowning and biting her lip as she takes it, and receives from me. I continue moaning and crying in pleasure. "Oh yes, right there!" I cry out, "Right there! Don't stop!" We continue and continue, when finally Mistress screams, and I feel hot gushy cream on my pussy. I too cum, and shake and shiver like I'm freezing. She rode out my orgasm. As I try to catch my breath and regain myself, she gives me a million kisses on lips and face. I respond, and give her what she's giving me. "That was," I gulp and try to catch my breath, "So good." "You were good." We kiss. Playing with each other's lips. It seems like an eternity. My lips feel swollen, and I feel drained-but in a good way. Whatever tension was inside, is now out. After a while, she lies next to me and we stare into each other's eyes, before making out again. We make ourselves out to sleep. The next morning I awake, and she's not there. I rise up, and I see the rumpled sheets and pillow next to me. The sheets are wet. I have to wash again. There's a tiny note on the pillow that she left. I open it up and it smells like perfume. Inside it reads: Even though you're a client like the others, you have an innocence about you that makes me want you over and over. Last night was great. You were sweet. You have my number. Don't be a stranger...MISTRESS XOXO I finish reading the note, and a naughty smile comes on my face.