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Watching Heidi

By: cafetray



With every passing minute, Linda's annoyance grew, and with it her indecision. She didn't want to be that kind of Aunt, she really didn't. She wanted to be the cool Aunt, the Aunt her niece could come to about boys, and clothes and anything else she didn't want to go to her parents about. In other words, she wanted to be the exact opposite of her sister, the mother of the niece in question.

Linda knew her niece was a good kid. But even good kids sometimes made bad decision. And Linda's sister was the mother, after all; even if she sometimes acted like she had a Louisville Slugger up her ass. She had a right to expect her child would be supervised. And if she called right now, and Linda was forced to admit she had no idea where Heidi was, well, how would that look? Linda knew how it would look, and she knew how it would sound. It would sound like never hearing the end of it.

And then was the real problem. Linda truly had no idea where Heidi was, and very little to go on if she tried to figure out where the girl was. Linda's annoyance flared anew ... all of this could have been avoided with a simple phone call that began with the words, "Aunt Linda, I just wanted you to know..."

Linda walked into the kitchen, reviewed the voluminous instruction Heidi's Mom had stuck to the fridge, and revised her options. She's just been reflecting that she had few options for figuring out where Heidi was. In fact, she had precisely one, and it was located across the street and 2 houses down, that being the residence of Kelly O'Malley, Heidi's best friend. All Linda really knew was Heidi and Kelly were together, so if anyone would know where the two girls were, it would be Kelly's mom. She hoped.

Linda made her decision, then she made the walk. 3 minutes later, she was knocking at the door. When it opened, Linda said, "Mrs. O'Malley?"

"Yes?"

Something about Mrs. O'Malley struck Linda as odd. Here a perfect stranger had just knocked on her door, and already knew her name, but Mrs. O'Malley was as placid as a lake at dawn, "My name is Linda Beris, I'm Heidi's aunt and I'm watching her for the weekend while my sister's out of town."

"Ohhhhh! Heidi's so great. She's just ..." Mrs. O'Malley paused to find just the right word, "... great!"

Mrs. O'Malley had a low, breathy quality to her voice that Linda was sure was affected. She hoped her disapproval didn't show, "To tell you the truth, I'm not thinking so right now. I hate to ask you this, but do you know where she and Kelly are? Heidi was supposed to call me 4 hours ago."

Mrs. O'Malley looked at Linda as if the answer were self-evident, "She's ... she's at the party."

Linda's annoyance transmuted into anger, "A party?"

"That's right."

"And you know about this party?"

"Of course. In fact, I was just about to head over," Mrs. O'Malley looked Linda over carefully. "Would you like to come along?"

"Yes, I think I would, though I don't think Heidi or I will be staying very long."

Mrs. O'Malley shrugged as if to say 'suit yourself', "Let's go. By the way, my name is Emma."

The two piled into Emma's SUV and buckled themselves in. Linda expected a short drive to another girl's house, or maybe a rec center of some sort. She was surprised when Emma pulled onto the freeway.

"Where is this party?"

"Oh, downtown," Emma said absentmindedly.

Linda realized absentminded was probably the perfect word to describe Emma; that, or maybe distracted. Everything about the woman gave the impression she had something else on her mind. Whatever elation Linda had felt in discovering Heidi's whereabouts was washed out by the sense that she was in the hands of a complete space cadet.

Emma's distraction extended to her driving. Emma didn't seem too worried about staying in her lane. Mercifully, the traffic was light this time of the evening, and 25 minutes later, they pulled up to a 5 star hotel. Emma dropped her key off with the valet, and Linda scrambled to follow, wondering what sort of party was being held at a place like this.

Emma strode quickly to the front desk. That was another thing Linda had noticed. The longer they'd driven, the more agitated Emma seemed to become. Maybe agitated was too strong a word, antsy was more like it. Now that they were in the hotel, Emma seemed to be in quite a hurry.

"Hello Mrs. O'Malley," a perky blond greeted Emma. The blond also managed a respectful nod to Linda.

"Hello Cindy," Emma replied, and held out her hand.

Cindy handed over a white card, the size of a credit card, with a black magnetic strip, "They're waiting for you up in the Penthouse."

"Thank you," Emma started for the elevator.

Linda still stood by the front desk. This was all starting to get a little too weird.

"Well," Emma snapped. The breathiness had been replaced with impatience. "Come on."

Despite her better judgment, Linda followed.

The hotel was over 30 stories tall, and the Penthouse was at the top. During the entire ride, Emma bounced up and down on the balls of her feet and made quiet mewling sounds, as if the elevator could not move fast enough. It opened onto a small foyer with a double door on the other side. Emma strode across the room and slipped the card into the lock. The doors clicked, then opened. Emma burst through,. The first thing Linda noticed about the Penthouse was the taste of the air, a strange, alkali sensation that made her mouth tingle. It reminded her of when she was a little kid and she'd put a 9-volt battery on her tongue on a dare.

"You taste that?" she asked Emma, then she looked over.

Emma's eyes were clenched shut. She stood ram rod straight, taking long, deep, slow breaths, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"Yeeeesssss!" Emma hissed, sounding like a person from whom a great burden had been lifted. After a moment, Emma seemed to regain her composure, "Why don't you have a seat here and wait? I'll see if I can find Heidi?"

Without waiting for an answer, Emma took off at a brisk walk for a hallway on the other side of the room. Linda was looking out the window, so she couldn't be sure, but when Emma reached the hall, she seemed to break into a sprint.

Not knowing what else to do, Linda dropped onto a couch and helped herself to a glass of water from the carafe on the coffee table. However quickly Emma had left, she didn't hurry back. And whatever impatience Emma had been feeling was now rubbing off on Linda; she noticed she was tapping her foot frantically. A tightness had developed in her gut. Unconsciously she squeezed her legs together as the feeling asserted itself. Soon, a warm, flushed sensation spread across her chest and into her cheeks. The oddest thing was the whole thing felt familiar somehow, but she couldn't figure out where she'd felt like this before. It was as if all the clues were being given totally out of context.

It was only after 15 minutes, and with no sign of Emma, that Linda decided to take matters into her own hands. She started down the hallway Emma had left through. It was long and Linda deduced it must run the entire length of the floor. They obviously had the top of the building all to themselves. Doors were infrequently spaced along the length of the hall, on both sides. They all seemed to be closed tight, but a third of the way down Linda found one open a crack. She could hear faint voices inside.

She entered a suite that was far bigger than her own apartment. It was definitely better furnished ... it always amazed her to see how the other half lived. The voices she'd heard were a little louder now, though she still couldn't tell who they were or what they were saying. It sounded like they were coming from behind a door to her left.

"Hello?" she called quietly. No answer, so she said a little louder, "Hello?"

Still no answer. She felt weird about barging in on what would turn out to be, no doubt, complete strangers. But she needed to find Heidi and get the hell out of there. The whole scene was giving Linda a bizarre vibe. She crossed to the door and pushed it open.

Two women, a redhead and a busty black woman, totally naked, were locked in a 69 on an enormous bed, their moans muffled by the other's pussy. As the door swung open, the two rolled into a different position, with the redhead on the bottom. The black girl reared up, her head thrown back.

"Oh God yes!" she groaned. "Like that, just like that! I'm gonna' cum ... you're gonna' make me cum ... right on your face!"

The redhead's hips twitched spastically, so the black girl dipped her head back down and slid her tongue into wet, swollen twat. Linda backed away slowly, appalled by what she saw and unable to pull her eyes away; appalled that she was an uninvited witness to something so personal and private, appalled by the sight of two women fucking like animals and appalled by a sudden, insane impulse to tear her clothes off and join them.

She'd backed halfway into the suite's common area before she found the strength to turn and run. She was only a step into the hallway when she found herself flat on the floor. It took a moment to get her bearings, stand up, then realize she'd run full steam into another woman, who was also only just picking herself up.

"Are you okay?" the other woman asked kindly. She wore black pants, a crisp white shirt and was built exactly like Linda, petite with the kind of tight body that comes from hours in the gym. Her skin was smooth and tanned, unlike Linda's which was dotted with freckles. Where this other woman's hair was long and straight and black, Linda's was short, stylishly messy and dirty blond. Then Linda realized what she was doing. The thought she'd been checking this stranger out unnerved her even more.

"I ... I'm sorry ... I," it was so hard suddenly to form a coherent thought.

"I'm Jenny," the woman held out her hand.

"Linda," she took the hand automatically. "I was ... my niece ... those women in there!"

Jenny wasn't paying attention to Linda's ineffectual explanations. Her left hand was stroking Linda's forearm, "You're really cute, you know that?"

"No!" Linda snapped. Incongruently, Linda thought she'd given Jenny the wrong impression. She knew she was cute. Jenny was pretty cute, for that matter. But she didn't go in for all that. She tried to pull her hand away, but Jenny held tight.

"It's okay," Jenny whispered as she maneuvered Linda against the wall.

"I'm not ..."

"Ssshhh," Jenny kissed Linda's neck, her hand stroked the struggling woman's hip. The intimacy of the gesture made Linda moan, that and the fact her hips were sexually ticklish whenever she was aroused.

"Stop," Linda begged.

"I can't," Jenny whispered, then sucked on Linda's earlobe.

Jenny's body was flush on Linda's, who was now pressed against the wall. She tried to push Jenny away, but found it impossible to generate any strength or leverage. Her hands found themselves on Jenny's hips and she tried to push again. The slickness of the pant's material foiled her; instead she found herself cupping Jenny's ass. All the while, Jenny was slowly hiking up the hem of Linda's sundress. By now the material was bunched high up her thigh.

"Don't," Linda gasped, though it was obvious even to her she didn't really mean it anymore. Jenny's only reply was to smile and kiss Linda deeply.

The kiss exploded through Linda's body. Her hands still on Jenny's butt, Linda gathered a cheek in each hand and pulled the woman close. Their tongues stabbed into their mouths. Linda could actually feel her nipples hardening, and the feel of Jenny's tits thrilled her like nothing she'd ever experienced.

"How are you doing this?" Linda asked when they finally came up for air.

Jenny laughed aloud, "Girlfriend, I'm not doing anything. I'm just the caterer! I came by to drop off some foie gras, and the next thing I know, I'm getting fucked like never before."

As Jenny explained, Linda's trembling fingers unbuttoned the white shirt. Jenny slipped a hand in between Linda's legs and under her panties; she ran two fingers along Linda's slit.

"God, your soaked," Jenny marveled.

It was true, and the sight of Jenny with her shirt hanging wide open made her even wetter. The caterer shucked the garment off, and followed it with her bra for good measure. As Linda pulled her sundress off, Jenny dropped to her knees, reached down and pulled down Linda's yellow panties in one motion. Linda barely had time to kick of her sandals and spread her legs before Jenny buried her face in twat. As soon as the tongue touched her pussy, Linda sighed with relief. She finally understood this was exactly what she needed and wanted. To this point, she'd acceded to Jenny's advances because there didn't seem to be any choice. If she'd known it would also feel so god damn incredible, she never would have resisted. She would have jumped in with those hot bitches in the other room.

Her bra suddenly felt so constricting, as if it were going to squeeze the breath out of her. Linda threw it off. Linda's left hand combed through Jenny's hair, partially because Jenny had such beautiful hair, but mainly to make sure that unbelievable mouth and tongue didn't go anywhere. Her right massaged her breasts, alternating one then the other. Jenny licked her at a frantic pace; it was a pace Linda tried to match with the stroking of her hips. She could see her juices smeared on Jenny's face. Jenny's eyes glinted with joy. As far as Linda was concerned, it only made an incredibly sexy woman even sexier.

Linda had never been a talker during sex. She'd sigh, or groan, or pant if she was really in to it, as she was now. Occasionally she'd yell if she felt the need to fake it for the guy's sake. But now she felt compelled to tell Jenny exactly what she was feeling, in the dirtiest, sluttiest way possible. When she spoke, she was aware she sounded exactly like that black girl in the other room. She just didn't care anymore.

"Oh good, so good! Jenny, you're licking my pussy so good! Shit, oh, I'm commmmm... Oh, Oh, more, more, it's... Shit, My clit. Suck, shit. Unggggggg...!"

Linda slid slowly to the floor, then flat on her back, gasping for air. When she regained her senses, the first thing she noticed was how good she felt; tired, for sure, exhausted even. But GOOD, like after a really hard session at the gym. She basked in that delicious feeling of weariness caused by having done something worthwhile. The second thing she noticed was that Jenny had stripped her pants off and was standing over her, a foot on either side of her head.

There was no need for words. Linda opened her mouth and let her tongue roll out, signaling her readiness. Once again, there was that strange tingle in her mouth. She liked it so much more this time. Jenny knelt down.

Conflicting thoughts collided in Linda's mind. Here she was, eating another woman, in a public place, no less, where anyone could see her. Where Heidi could see her, for that matter. A couple licks at Jenny's quim, the taste of her juices, washed all that away. With each lick, with each taste, Linda found herself hoping, wanting someone to find them, to join them, to feast on her needy pussy.

She watched Jenny as she worked. Where Linda had been desperate to smear her twat over as much of Jenny's face as possible, Jenny moved slowly, seductively. Her hands were filled by her tits, pulling at her nipples as she ground her clit against Linda's mouth. Jenny moved like a pole dancer, and Linda was the pole. But they had one thing in common.

"Oh, baby, that is soooo good. Good. Yessss. Goooood. Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Please! More! More! God, yes. More. Ohhhhh!"

Jenny came crashing down next to Linda. On their sides, the two kissed gently and fingered each other, basking in orgasmic bliss. Linda had no idea how long they'd been there before a bemused voice asked,

"Having a good time?"

Linda looked up to see a completely nude Kelly. Like Jenny, Kelly's hair was long and black and straight, but her skin was a creamy white. And her breasts were fuller, rounder, and rode high on her teenaged chest. Her nipples were long and pointy and hard and begging to be sucked. Her pussy was pink, wet and split.

"I'm sorry to just show up like this."

"No problem," Kelly reached down with both hands, helping Linda and Jenny to their feet. "We actually wanted to invite Heidi's mom this weekend, but we're very happy to see you!"

The idea of her sister coming to the party appealed to Linda. Lord knew if anyone needed to get royally fucked, it was her sister, "Where is Heidi, by the way?"

Kelly smiled, "The last I saw her, she was making Mistress cum."

Linda nodded. She, of course, had no idea who the Mistress was, but she knew somehow Heidi was in good hands. That certainly was a relief.

"I really have to take off," Jenny interjected. She'd already picked up her clothes and got her panties back on. "I was supposed to be back at work hours ago. My boss is going to be so pissed!"

"Let us know if he gives you a hard time. We'll take care of it," Kelly said.

Jenny stepped into Linda and gave her a deep kiss goodbye. As they kissed, she slipped a business card into Linda's hand. Jenny walked down the hall, but stopped just as she reached the main room of the Penthouse, and turned around. She held up her pinky and thumb to her mouth and ear, respectively, and mouthed the words "Call me" to Linda.

"You need to meet the Mistress now," Kelly said.

"Yes," Linda agreed. That seemed like a very good idea.

Kelly took Linda's hand, "Follow me."

Kelly led the way, heading down the part of the hall Linda hadn't reached yet. It ended at a set of double doors. During the entire walk, Linda watched Kelly's ass, so beautiful and heart shaped and perfect. How could she have never noticed before this how adorable and doable Kelly was? Linda noticed an open door to the right. Inside she could see a bed, not another suite, just a room with a bed.

"Is Mistress expecting us right away?" Linda asked.

"Not right away, no," Kelly admitted. "Why?"

Linda motioned with her eyes toward the empty bed. Kelly grinned, "I think a little detour would be okay."

Linda squealed with joy and ran for the bed, throwing herself on it. Kelly took her time, walking slowly and closing the door deliberately. The she lay atop Linda, fitting their pussies together. She propped herself up with her arms. Linda took one of those delicious nipples into her mouth. Kelly sighed happily.

Watching Heidi



I had a big chance at a promotion. It involved me moving to Houston, but I knew it would be good for me. The company was expanding the corporate office and I could take part. More work, but a big opportunity. 

I settled into my modest place and quickly went to work. I had been there a few times before, so I knew most of the people, and some of the field staff. On my second day, I heard a knock on my door and a soft female voice said "Hey stranger!". 

I looked up and saw a beautiful woman standing there. "Hey Heidi!", I said. 

Heidi was a field sales person whom I had met once before and talked to over the phone. She was stunning to see and it was a great surprise today.

At 5'4" she wasn't tall but her curves more than made up for it. I had learned at one point that she had been an amateur figure model, spending hours at the gym. So, her legs were muscular and her curves well defined. During this time, she had gotten some incredible breast implants put in as well. Although she didn't purposefully show them off, I knew they were at least 38DD. On her short curvy frame, they looked spectacular. 

We hugged and I felt her breasts heaving into me. I smiled at her. 

Her olive skin was glowing, and her eyes glowed. Her hair was shoulder length, dirty blonde and very curly. 

She smiled and said "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too. It's nice to see familiar faces." 

She spent a few minutes in my office. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Her skirt couldn't hide her awesome legs and her blouse looked like it might bust open soon. This job was getting good. 

She left and I went back to work. A day or two later she came to my office again. 

She said, "Hey, you find a gym yet?"

Find one? Hell, I wasn't even looking. My body was average at best. I didn't mind working out but it certainly wasn't a priority.

Still, I replied "No, not yet."

Heidi smiled and said, "Want to come work out with me tomorrow?"

"Um...sure". The thought of working out wasn't great, but the thought of seeing her in less clothing was interesting. 

I showed up at the gym. Heidi greeted me. She was wearing a tight sports bra that completely covered her but still exposed her assets. She had on tight spandex shorts. Her legs were amazing and I glanced at her bare skin any chance I could. She took me though the paces at the gym and introduced me a to a few people. I got a few looks from some of the meathead bodybuilder types. 

During the reps on the machines, I thought I would burst my shorts as I stared at her ass and anything I could see. Her tan skin glistened and I couldn't keep my eyes off her curvy hips. It was a great workout. I was incredibly tired but happy.

After the workout, we went for a bite to eat. Over dinner we talked and I learned so much about her. She hadn't had a relationship in a while, that things were good at work and she was getting back to working out more. 

It was two days later when we went on our first date. On the second, we were in her bed. 

I'll never forget seeing her naked. Her breasts were huge. Massive, round and firm on her chest. Her nipples got incredibly hard when I licked them. I must have spent hours on them, just holding and sucking her breasts. After taking her panties off, I saw her lady devil tattoo and it made me laugh. However, I soon had her cumming as I went down on her beautiful bare pussy. We fucked twice that night and knew something special was happening. 

We stayed together for a while and eventually moved in together into a huge house her father owned. Eventually we got engaged. Our sex life remained hot. We did almost everything and did it all over the house. She was always up for fun and I couldn't always keep up. 

Shortly after we were engaged, we went to a party and got drunk. We ended up naked playing sex games with each other in our living room. 

Heidi said "So, you're getting married, aren't you worried about not having more women?"

I told her no and we talked more about sexual fantasies. We talked of threesomes and more somes and she told me how she was once with a woman in college. After a lot of prodding, I confessed to her that I always thought seeing a wife or girlfriend getting fucked by another was hot. 

She smiled and said "Wow, really? You'd want to see me with someone else?"

I smiled and said "Oh, I don't think I could go through with it, but it's hot to think about"

She had a look of thoughts running in her head. "I like the idea too."

We laughed and made love then. She teased me by saying things like "Imagine him in me....watch me fuck another big cock" 

I ended up getting off so fast that night. 

Days passed and I began traveling more for work. Each time I came home I was welcomed with some hot sex from Heidi. Things were going pretty well. 

One evening we talked on the phone. She told me how my fantasy was in her head all the time. How she loved thinking about me and making me happy. I told her it was hot for me too. We had phone sex that night and she told me how she really wanted to make me happy and how she was going to try to do just that. I wondered what she meant but I didn't press it. 

Throughout the next day I didn't receive any response to the texts I sent Heidi. I figured she might have been busy. I boarded my plane home. 

After I touched down, I turned on my phone and had a text from her. 

It read "When you go home, can you leave the lights off and stay upstairs and wait for me? I've got a surprise for you."

This was weird. I tried to call her but got no response. Hmm, what the hell? 

I drove home and the house was quiet. I didn't turn on a light. Instead I went upstairs and sat in the bedroom, waiting. I got comfortable and checked email. After a few minutes, I saw the reflection of headlights on the wall. I got up, prepared to go down and meet her as she came in. 

I stood near the top of the stairs. I heard the door open. I made one step to go down and I heard Heidi say "No one's home! We're good."

I stopped. Who the hell was she talking to? I made my way back to the loft area. From there I could see straight down into the living and dining of our house. I watched the door as a large man came in with her. 

He was tall, probably 6'5" and had a shaved head. I looked again and recognized him as Chris, one of the bodybuilder guys who was at the gym only every once in a while. He lived out of town. He was a massive guy, I'd seen him without his shirt and his arms were huge. 

Then, I saw Heidi. She was wearing this tiny red cheerleader-style skirt. She had on a small black blouse that was open and her cleavage was ample. What was going on here? 

Chris smiled and said "Well, I'd always wanted you but never thought this would happen. But seeing you in the bar tonight made my night.....and making out with you was even better." 

My head twirled. She made out with him? What was she doing? Oh god, my fantasy. I didn't know it would happen like this. Is she really doing this? Is she really doing it for me? 

I ran through my options. Go down there and stop. Wait until he does something and attack him. I'm sure that would turn out well. Or...just watch and see. 

My normal ways won over and I backed down. I sat on the floor, watching from above. Because it was dark upstairs, I couldn't really be seen. And Heidi knew that. She had set it up perfectly, taking the time to set the scene. 

Chris grabbed Heidi and they kissed. I saw his hands run down her back, down on her skirt. Soon, he had one hand pulling up her skirt, exposing her bare ass. I could barely see that she was wearing a g-string. 

They kissed for a while, his hands were all over her. I saw him reach up and unbutton her top. He kissed her more and then the bra came off. 

Chris moved her to our dining table and leaned her back. He bent over her and began to lick and kiss her nipples. I saw Heidi run her hand through his hair as he sucked on her hard nipples. I saw her glance my way and I knew she was looking for me. 

After some time he moved and reached under her skirt. he slid her g-string off and got down on his knees. She slid forward some on the table, enough for him to reach her. Chris smiled and said he liked her tattoo. 

Heidi began moaning the minute he started licking her. I could only see from up top but I knew he was giving her pleasure. She loved being eaten and he was doing a great job of it. He reached his hands up and touched her everywhere he could. Heidi kept moaning loudly. I knew the sounds, and I knew what it meant. 

A few seconds later, she began to cum. She moaned loudly and then screamed "I'm cumming!" Her body shook on the table and she gripped his head as he continued to lick her through her orgasm. After a few moments, she stopped shaking and settled down. 

Chris stood and bent over, kissing her. They kissed for a few moments before he stood and began to undress. 

Heidi laid on the table watching him. His muscular body was impressive, ripped arms and abs. When he dropped his boxers, an incredibly large cock sprang up. Chris was well hung and in great shape. Everything a woman wanted was right there. Although I was no slouch in the cock department, he probably had me by almost an inch. 

Heidi slid off the table and onto her knees. Her skirt stayed around her waist as she began to suck Chris. I heard him moan as I watched my future wife give him head. He was very thick and long. She couldn't even get half in her mouth. I could tell she enjoyed sucking him, enjoying the extra girth he had. 

Chris looked down and told her "Let me fuck you baby." 

Heidi stood. She grabbed her purse and pulled out a condom. I knew she had set this all up now. She had condoms in her purse! 

She rolled the condom on him, surely it was a tight fit. She laid back on the table. Chris held her legs wide and he slowly began to slide in her. I saw the look of amazement on her face as he entered. He went slow, letting her adjust. Then he began a slow pace, fucking her on the table. 

Soon Chris was fucking her more quickly. The moans and screams of Heidi filled the open room. She moaned loudly. She reached down and rubbed her clit. Chris pounded her hard and I heard her moaning again. She began to have her second orgasm as he filled her. She screamed out "Oh god!" and held onto the table, moaning. I then heard Chris moan as well and knew he was cumming. 

A few moments went by as they finished. Chris pulled out of her and took the condom off. They kissed more. 

Chris said "Damn girl, we should have done this a long time ago."

Heidi said "Well, I guess I just needed the right time and place." 

Chris laughed. "I don't guess your fiance knows about this?"

Heidi smiled and said "No, he's not aware of this.Let's keep it between you and me." 

Chris smiled. "I'll try. But I may need something from you in order to keep it that way."

"Oh?" Heidi asked. 

"Yeah, I want to go another round with you. Your fiance isn't coming back soon is he?"

"Umm.....no, I think we're ok." she said, her eyes were glancing upward towards me.

"Good. I want you to ride me so I can play with those tits of yours"

Heidi went over to him and gently stroked his cock. He was coming back to life slowly as she stroked and kissed him. 

After a moment, Chris moved her and they went to the couch. He sat down and rolled a condom on. "Get on my cock baby." he commanded.

Heidi moved towards him and straddled him, facing him on the couch. She slid down on his willing hard cock once again. 

I watched her as she rode him. She was grinding and bouncing on him, much like she did to me. She knew I loved this position. It turns out I wasn't the only one. 

Chris grabbed and held her big tits as she rode him. I could tell he was almost manhandling them, not giving them softer attention like I did. He was just gripping her tits and pinching her hard nipples. 

Heidi moaned as she rode. I knew she could cum again this way. She knew how to ride a cock so she could cum. Within minutes I was proven right. She began to moan.

Heidi leaned back from him, her hips bucking on his cock as she came. "Fuck!!! God your cock feels good!" she exclaimed. I knew he filled her more than I was able to. She slowly slowed down and rode slow. 

Chris said he wanted to cum on her and pushed her off. He had her lay back on the couch and he straddled her tits, flinging the condom off onto the floor. He slid his cock between her large tits. She held them together as he began to tittyfuck her. He moaned loudly. 

"Fuck, your tits are so big! I'm gonna cum all over you," he moaned.

Chris grabbed his cock and stroked it. He started cumming, shooting his load all over her tits. I saw her hands grab her breasts, rubbing his cum onto them. Chris pulled back off of her and sat on the couch after his orgasm. 

He smiled. "God,that was incredible. I think I need to come back here the next time I'm in town."

Heidi laid there, still looking at him with his cum on her. "We'll see." 

Chris got up and Heidi did as well. I saw her reach for a towel, wiping herself as he got dressed. 

He headed for the door and I knew my moment of truth was coming. What would I do? Should I be mad? Should I have my way with her? What the hell was she thinking? What the hell was I thinking watching it all? 

I heard the door close as he left and I knew it was time to find out where this would lead.



Watching Heidi Ch. 02



It had been an odd couple of days for Linda. Blissful, orgasmic, intensely satisfying, to be sure. She hadn't left the Penthouse in 48 hours, and she had no particular desire to leave anytime soon. She'd had more sex, more fulfilling sex and more sexual partners than in any other period of her entire life. And she certainly had no regrets. But no matter how satisfying it had all been, there was no getting around how very strange it all was. Take, for example, how many teenagers there were around here. The Mistress certainly liked them young. And there was the fact she still hadn't met The Mistress yet. Kelly and Heidi kept promising that introductions were forthcoming, and those two seemed to be running the show, but something always seemed to come up.

Linda was sitting on a couch, looking out a window taking in the view of the skyline as she reflected on the last two days. She wasn't the least bit worried; Mistress knew best, after all. Of that she was sure. But she longed for the opportunity to show Mistress her devotion. The mere thought of it made her all wet all over again. So wrapped up she was in the view and her arousal, she didn't notice Emma enter the room until she dropped next to Linda on the couch.

"How are you?" Emma asked, a knowing smile on her face.

Linda smiled back, "Wonderful!"

"It is wonderful, isn't it," Emma's fingernails stroked lightly on the back of Linda's neck.

"You aren't wearing your wedding ring?"

Emma nodded, "My ex-husband and I divorced about a year ago."

"Did Mistress make you leave him?" Linda had a few guys she dated off and on and on some level, she still desired them. But if Mistress told her no more men, she'd have no choice but to comply.

"Oh no, not at all. I'd been divorced 7 months before Mistress found me. If anything, Mistress helped me get over it."

"So She brought you here?" Linda asked.

"Not exactly. Mistress found Kelly first; in fact, Kelly was the first ever to be found. She's Mistress' favorite, you know," Emma said with motherly pride. "Kelly brought Heidi to Mistress, then Heidi brought me."

Linda nodded. Emma continued, "The girls have brought in just about all of their friends, and a few of the friend's mothers, if Mistress likes them. And I've, of course, brought in some of my friends, like Abby. I think you've met Abby."

Linda had indeed met Abby, the beautiful black woman she'd seen when she'd first arrived at the Penthouse. She shivered with joy as she recalled their "formal" introduction.

"You know you have to bring in what ever friends of yours Mistress may want?" Emma asked.

"Of course, I'd be happy to, if I ever get a chance to meet Her," Linda said. "Who is Mistress?"

Emma looked confused, "Mistress is ... Mistress."

The reply was eminently reasonable, Linda knew, even if it was a little mysterious. It was time to change the subject, "So why did you and your husband get divorced?"

"Well, we'd been having problems for a while," Emma shrugged, "money, that sort of stuff. He worked for the Army, in one of their R&D labs. I wanted him to go into the private sector, and he'd get 3 or 4 offers a year from defense contractors, but he never took them. We always were having trouble making ends meet, and these companies would offer him huge salaries because, to be fair, he was really talented. But he wanted to stay with the Army. I thought he was being selfish and needed to start thinking about Kelly and me.

"So there was all of that," Emma dropped her voice. "And as it turned out, I didn't like some of his ideas on how to raise Kelly."

"I don't understand," Linda said. Emma started to reply, but cut herself off when another woman entered the room.

"We're about to start the ceremony," she announced.

Linda stood up, and looked around.

"What is it?" Emma asked.

Linda made hand gestures around her face, "I'm looking for a mirror. I wanted to freshen up a bit."

"Mistress doesn't like mirrors," Emma said matter of factly.

The two followed the woman. In her short time in the Penthouse, Linda had picked up some of the vernacular: A "party" was a gathering of Mistress' thralls. Each woman at a party was expected to have sex with as many other women as possible for Mistress' entertainment and glorification. If Mistress was pleased, she'd invite one or some of Her slaves to entertain her personally. A "ceremony" was performed for the purpose of preparing women for future parties. Parties were thrown whenever it pleased Mistress, but a party always followed a ceremony. As far as she knew, Linda was the only woman enthralled to Mistress without benefit of a ceremony. Maybe that's why Mistress had refused to meet with her?

All Linda knew about tonight's ceremony was that it involved two new women, that they were guests at the hotel, and they'd somehow caught Mistress' eye. Linda accepted that this was more than she needed to know; Mistress was under no obligation to explain anything to her.

Twenty women, including Kelly and Heidi, were gathered in the Penthouse's common area. They formed a loose circle around two couches, arranged to face each other. Some of the women had paired up already, and were lightly stroking each other. Abby hugged Heidi from behind, running her ebony hands up and down Heidi's torso. Linda scanned the room and tried to decide who she might want to pair with first. Kelly stepped into the middle of the circle, between the two couches.

"Bring in the first!" she called sternly. Linda was confused.

"Where's Mistress," she asked Emma.

"Mistress is watching," Emma assured her.

A door near Linda opened and two more women entered, hold a third tightly by the arms. This woman struggled fiercely, but Linda was relieved to see Mistress' slaves had her well under control. The woman was barefoot, wearing a pair of white Capri pants and a tight, white t-shirt. Her long, gently permed hair and large, soft breasts flailed enticingly as she struggled. Linda found her breathtaking. She certainly understood how she'd captured Mistress' fancy.

"Let me go, God damn it!" the woman growled. "Let ... Me ... GO!"

The two women threw their captive onto one of the couches. Two more women immediately stepped forward and held the still struggling brunette's arms against the backrest. Kelly stepped forward.

"You are in so much trouble," the woman yelled. "You all are in so much FUCKING trouble." "We'll see," Kelly said as if she were amused. Then she pulled her shirt off.

The woman on the couch continued her thrashing, though with somewhat less intensity, as she took in Kelly's topless form. Kelly took another step forward, her nipples hard like bullets, placing herself between the woman's legs. Dropping to her knees, using her index finger and thumb, she began to probe the woman's pussy.

The brunette's resistance flared anew, "Stop!"

Kelly was rubbing between the woman's legs with the palm of her hand. The other two thralls were licking the brunette's ears and kissing her neck. Linda could faintly detect the scent of female arousal as more of the witnesses paired off and the foreplay escalated from touching to groping.

The captive's struggles continued, faintly, "Don't ... I won't tell anyone ... promise ... stohhhh ... stohhhh ... stop!"

She squirmed weakly on the couch, her nipples clearly defined against her t-shirt.

"Please ... pleeeeese," she sobbed. Her head was thrown back, mouth wide open, chest heaving, the picture of surrender. The sight of it brought back for Linda delicious memories of her own capitulation. Kelly reached up and unbuttoned the brunette's pants.

"Bring in the second!" Heidi yelled. A door, this time on the opposite side of the room, opened. Two more slaves brought in another woman. Like her friend, this one was a stunning brunette, but with straight hair and red highlights flowing past her shoulders, tanner skin and a toner, firmer body. She didn't struggle, but moved almost drunkenly. The two thralls supported more than restrained her. She wore only lacy, sheer light green panties and matching bra. By now, Linda knew that whatever Mistress used to enthrall her women was in the air; that explained the tingle she felt in her mouth when she'd first entered the Penthouse. Maybe it was because she'd been exposed longer to whatever was in the air, maybe she was weaker willed. Whatever it was, she hardly resisted as she was led to the unoccupied couch. Linda could see she was already soaking wet. Secured on her couch, the woman's heavily lidded eyes seemed to regain focus, her gaze falling on what Kelly w as doing to her friend.

"Kathy ... what are you ... no," this one had a silky Spanish purr to her voice. She tried to rise, but the thralls pushed her back down. She didn't try to get back up. Instead she watched with a look of horror that slowly began to give way to hunger. Kathy's pants had been discarded and her legs thrown open wide as Kelly lapped at her quim. One of the slaves had thrown a leg over the back of the couch. Kathy's fingers were buried in that girl's pussy.

"Oh. Ohhhhh, Lucy. It's good! Mmmmmmmmm. Ooooooo. Yes. Yes. Yes," Kathy chanted. If Lucy noticed the hands that were running along her breasts and thighs, she gave no notice. She cringed only slightly as Kelly brought Kathy off to a shivering, screaming orgasm. Linda noticed a few women in the room seemed to be cuming also.

Kelly stepped back, and after a moment, Kathy stood up also. They kissed deeply, with Kathy eventually breaking off the kiss to lick her own juices off of Kelly's face. Kelly looked over at Lucy, then back to Kathy.

"Take her," Kelly commanded. With a joyous smile, Kathy turned and peeled off her shirt.

"No, Kathy, please don't," Lucy begged. She seemed on the verge of tears.

"It's okay. It feels better than anything you can imagine," Kathy assured her. She stepped forward, bent down, kissed Lucy savagely, her hand thrust into the green panties. Linda could hear Lucy's moans clearly.

"We have a problem." Linda turned to see Heidi standing next to her. "The front desk just called. Mom's on her way up."

The announcement made Linda look at Heidi with almost new eyes. Her niece looked so much like her sister: blue eyed, auburn haired, fair skinned, petite and absolutely crackling with energy. Linda shook off her reminiscence.

"How did she find us?"

"You know Mom," Heidi smirked. "She'll be here any second. What should we do?"

Linda thought quickly, "Emma and I will meet her out in the foyer, then get her in here. Things will pretty much take of themselves after that."

Emma followed Linda into the foyer. They'd barely had time to close the double doors when the elevator doors slid open.

"Hello Jane," Linda said pleasantly.

Linda's sister wasn't in the mood for pleasantries, "Where's my daughter?"

"She's in the other room. Everything is fine Jane," Linda said as reasonably as she could.

"The Hell it is," Jane snapped. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for 2 days. I had visions of you and Heidi dead on the floor, or worse!"

"Nobody's dead, Jane," Emma replied. "If you'd just let us explain, you'll see everything is okay."

"Excuse me, Emma," Jane held up an index finger and delivered the kind of look that turns bread into toast. "I don't know what you're doing here, but since we're talking about MY daughter, why don't you stay the Hell out of this!"

Then she turned her attention back to Linda, "This is unbelievably irresponsible, even for you! Just get Heidi so we can get out of here."

Linda swallowed her anger, "Like I said she's in the next room. Let's go see her."

Jane stomped toward the doors, with Linda and Emma on either side. Emma used the card to unlock the doors, and Jane burst through. It took a second for her to process the scene before her.

"What the fuck?" she gasped.

"That's about the size of it," Linda muttered as she grabbed Jane by the arm. Emma did the same to the other arm. They dragged Jane, kicking and screaming, to the empty couch.

Whatever resistance Lucy had previously offered had been completely overcome. Kathy sat in her lap, bouncing up and down vigorously, rubbing their boxes together. Each girl's hands pawed at the other's breasts, pulling and squeezing the globes furiously. Their kiss was deep, ferocious even, Linda could see their jaws and tongues working, but even so their vulgar moans were clearly audible. The other women and girls in the room had dropped all pretense. Most were paired up, some even in groups of three or four. Every sexual position Linda could think of, and even a couple she never would have never thought of, was represented somewhere on the floor. The few not matched with another woman masturbated openly, frantically waiting their turn.

Linda wanted to join them. She wanted nothing more than to run to one of the girls, any one, and thrust her twat on their mouth. But she couldn't, not now at least. Jane's resistance had soared past "fierce" and was approaching "hysterical". Her eyes were clamped shut and she thrashed back and forth. Twisting her body, she craned her neck to try and bite Linda and when that failed, she twisted in the other direction and tried the same on Emma. Jane was utterly out of control, and Linda was sweating heavily trying to hold her down. She was wondering how much longer she could hold when she heard Kelly command, "Take her!"

Linda looked up. A smiling Lucy walked toward them: slow, sexy, confident. Her hips rolled lewdly as she moved. Linda could hardly believe this was the same woman who, a few minutes ago, looked like she was dead on her feet.

"Look at me," Lucy ordered. Jane's whole body stiffened. She turned her head away, eyes still shut tightly.

Lucy reached down, grabbing Jane by the chin, "Look at me!"

Jane opened her eyes, and immediately her body went limp. Lucy stood up straight. A glaze of sweat covered her body; she seemed to be glowing. Jane looked at her with stupefaction. Experimentally, Linda loosened her grip on Jane's arm. Jane didn't move.

Something was happening here, Linda knew that much; but she had no idea what that was. The two women simply stared at each other, Lucy with complete self-assurance, Jane with slack jawed awe.

After what could have been a few seconds or an eternity, Lucy drawled, "Chica, look at how wet I am! Fuck me with your tongue! Make me scream!"

And to Linda's astonishment, Jane did exactly that. She dropped to her knees then lunged into Lucy's pussy. Lucy chuckled roughly as Jane worked, wrapping her hand and wrist with the kneeling woman's hair. Linda could tell, just by the way Jane's body shook she was cumming, hard, while she ate Lucy's snatch.

"Yes. Oh, yes. Lick me! Ahhhhhhh! Lick it bitch!!!!!! Oh, my god I'm going to cum already!! Ohhhh!! OHHHAHHHHH!!!" To Linda, it looked like someone had turned on a hose and sprayed Jane's face. Lucy fell to the floor, and Linda assumed that would be that. But Jane was on the brunette instantly, her mouth glued to Lucy's clit.

"No. Oh, no. I can't. No more oh baby oh baby oh oh oh OH OH! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh!" Lucy pulled Jane up, the two pressing their bodies together as they kissed. Jane struggled awkwardly to get out of her clothes while maintaining as much contact with Lucy as possible. Finally, Emma had to help Jane out of skirt, blouse and undergarments.

"Mistress is very pleased," Kelly said as she stroked Linda's ass. An ecstatic looking Kathy stood close by. "You handled Jane very well."

Linda shrugged modestly, "Thank you."

"As soon as those two are done," Kelly motioned towards Jane and Lucy, who finally seemed to be calming down, "Mistress wants to see the four of you in her quarters."

Linda felt she might burst with joy, "Thank you."

"Let me know when you're ready."

Eventually, Jane and Lucy did finish. Kelly led Mistress' four newest thralls to the room at the end of the hall, the one room Linda had never entered. And what she saw there, when Mistress was finally revealed, made perfect sense. She understood.



Watching Heidi Ch. 03



The memories swirled like mist disturbed by a breeze. Linda didn't try to make order out of the chaos; none of the remembrances were bad. She let the memories come to her, pass through her and move on. She simply enjoyed them, allowed them to arouse her, and continued doing Mistress' bidding.

She hooked her arms around the girl's thighs, pulling them apart. There was barely any resistance at all.

"Don't," the girl begged quietly. Linda ignored her and again kissed the naked pussy in front of her. She finally detected a hint of moisture.

She remembered feeling odd when she'd left the Penthouse Sunday night, how strange it was to be thrown back out into the world with her new perspective. She'd felt vulnerable, and naked (and not the good kind of naked). She'd felt odd walking down the street, watching TV, interacting at work, dealing constantly with an overpowering sense of "jamais vu". She was relearning everything which had once seemed familiar.

She remembered coping with the oddness by throwing herself into Mistress' service. Each night she'd returned to the Penthouse with a new woman. Sometimes it was a co-worker, sometimes a friend, sometimes a woman she'd met on the street. She'd watch each woman's alteration with interest, and some longing. She sometimes feared she'd never feel as alive, or as sexual as she had when Jenny had altered her. But of course, that was selfish thinking; her needs weren't as important as Mistress'.

Linda ran the tip of her tongue along the girl's slit. The response was a sharp intake of breath and a sudden jerk of the hips

As she watched the women she'd selected brought into Mistress's service, she noticed things. She noticed how some women, like her sister, had put up almost no resistance to their new lives and how some, like Kathy and herself (she had to admit) had tried to hold out. Linda had learned there seemed to be no reason as to who would resist and who wouldn't. Not that she hadn't tried to reason it out. The night before, she'd brought Brandee to the Penthouse. Brandee's right-wing, Christian "values" had been insufferable to Linda even before her alteration. Linda had been sure that if anyone would resist, it would be this one.

She lifted her head up, so she could over the now widespread thighs in front of her. That good Christian girl was now bent over a table, getting finger fucked by a statuesque redhead. As Linda recalled it, she'd put up almost no resistance whatsoever.

Linda bent back down and started lapping again at the soaking wet pussy before her. She certainly didn't fault Brandee, or Jane, or anyone else who gave in to Mistress sooner rather than later. And she hardly noticed Mistress's ... eccentricity... anymore.

The girl was moaning now, and Linda remembered again. She thought of the first woman she'd brought, and as the old saying went, you never forgot your first. Jin was an up and comer at Linda's employer. She'd come to America from Seoul to go to school, stayed to get her Master's and settled in when she'd found her job. She was friendly to everyone, but friends with no one, really. It made Linda's pussy twitch with pleasure as she recalled the way Jin had tried to resist, the way she'd quietly moaned her pleas for mercy, then devotion, in Korean, the way her round, beautiful breasts had bounced as she panted, how long and hard those nipples became, and finally, the way she slowly succumbed and gave herself to Mistress.

Fingers now snaked their way through Linda's hair. Gently, but with gathering strength, the girl she was altering began pushing her twat into Linda's face. Linda remembered her name was Michelle. Mistress was pleased with the service Linda had offered, and had allowed her the honor of altering this newest girl. Linda opened her eyes again. This one was young, still in high school, with long, black hair, which meant she would soon become one of Mistress' favorites. Linda was favored by Mistress, she knew, but because her hair was short, and not black, and because she wasn't as young as she used to be, she could never be one of Mistress' Favorites. But that didn't matter. Linda was happy simply to serve.

The girl had been brought to the Penthouse by her English teacher, a devastatingly beautiful woman named Maura with auburn hair, full red lips and a tight, toned body. The teacher herself looked to be barely out of college. In her previous life, Linda would have been appalled by what she would have perceived as the teacher's abuse of power, her breach of trust. Linda knew better now; she knew the teacher was fulfilling her true mission now.

Maura had been holding Michelle's arms down, but the girl had stopped struggling. Instead, she was craning her neck to suck Maura's bulletlike nipples through the teacher's blouse. Maura simply laughed softly and swayed back and forth, making her breasts that much harder for Michelle to catch, teasing the girl. Michelle was thrusting into Linda's face without shame now. When Maura had first brought Michelle in, the girl had looked so sweet and scared and pure that Linda nearly swooned when she realized Mistress wanted her to conduct the alteration. The filth that now poured from Michelle's mouth told Linda that Mistress would soon be even more pleased with her service.

"God, Linda, I love your tongue. Eat me ... suck me dry! Make me cum, Linda! Make me cum baby. Harder! Faster! Fuck me, damn it! I want to cum on your tongue."

Michelle's body went rigid, locking into place with such force that Linda was knocked backwards. The girl groaned as the orgasm tore through her body, then she collapsed onto the couch. With a growl, she reached up and hooked her arms under Maura's, then pulled the teacher over the back of the couch. She landed atop her student, their body's flush, kissing fiercely as the clothing was literally ripped off of Maura's body. Another slut in Mistress's service ... Linda was pleased with herself.

On the couch, Michelle and Maura seemed intent on devouring each other. As she looked around the room, Linda noticed all the other women had a partner, or partners, which left her with two choices. She could wait for someone to become available; an idea Linda didn't like. She wanted, she needed, to get fucked now! Or she could look around the other rooms and find someone. She wondered where Jin was. Jin always did her just right.

Mistress shifted on the bed, which worried Jin immensely.

"Did I do something wrong," she asked.

"No, you're doing wonderfully. I'm just settling in," Mistress sighed, pushing Jin's lovely face back into her crotch. Jin resumed her pussy licking with a vigor the made Mistress shiver. This slave was especially devoted; she'd have to think of a way to thank Linda for finding her.

Kathy bent down now. She took Mistress's left breast with both hands. With a gentle squeeze, she began lapping at the swollen nipple. Kathy supported her weight on her elbows and knees, her body lifted off the massive bed in Mistress' private suite. Mistress' left hand stroked Kathy's body, along her back, her ribs, her breasts, the mere touch thrilling her more than she ever thought possible. Mistress hand crept slowly across her tight stomach, aiming between her legs. Kathy scooted forward, moving her mouth to Mistress' right breast ... anything to get those fingers closer to her pussy; and soon, she felt her engorged, distended clit being gently flicked. Teased. Kathy sobbed with equal parts joy and frustration. There were no mirrors in the room, Mistress would never allow it, but if there were, Kathy would have seen her lips hanging wet and heavy from between her legs, perfectly framing the nub Mistress graced with Her touch. She was ready to cum, she wanted to cu m. She wanted to cum harder than she ever had, harder than anyone ever had, as proof of her devotion, evidence that her initial, insane resistance to Mistress was in the past. She would cum, as soon as Mistress allowed her.

A third woman fluttered about the room. Stella was different than most of the woman Mistress allowed into her bed. She was older, and blonder. But even at her age she was stunning, with a trim body appropriate to someone 15 years her junior. And she was the Executive Manager of the hotel, and she alerted Mistress when beautiful women were staying at the hotel, women like Kathy. This was her reward, and she was grateful. Stella moved in a frantic circuit, Jin to Kathy to Mistress, investigating any available orifice with her fingers, or her tongue. She slowed only to whisper her adoration to her Mistress.

"Mistress, look how Jin loves your pussy. She loves to eat you pussy ... we all do," she panted. "Please, Mistress, oh please, let me lick your pussy! Tell Jin it's my turn."

"No! It's my turn," Jin pouted. "You promised Mistress! You promised!"

"Girls, stop it," Mistress commanded. Kathy's lips never left Her nipples. "Jin will serve me until I tell her to stop."

Stella frowned.

"Now I want you two to kiss and make up."

The two women looked at each other and smiled shyly. Stella leaned forward and licked Jin's face clean before doing as she was told.

Mistress turned her attention to the HDTV hanging on the wall. The screen showed the orgy in progress in the Penthouse's main common area, and She was pleased to see that Michelle's altering was complete. That made 30 sluts at her command, 30 little twatslaves fanatically devoted to carrying out her will. The progress she'd made in a short time was outstanding, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to have many slaves, she had to have the right ones. And now, she had slaves with access to the right people, the people with the power. Her slaves would bring Her those people, then their power would become Her power. And when that happened, she would be safe. No one would ever be able to hurt her again.

"Mistress!" Kathy gasped.

"What is it," Mistress replied, her eyes still on the screen. Michelle was licking at Maura's asshole while Lucy worked the front. The teen was furiously rubbing her hand against Lucy's cunt as she pleasured her teacher.

"Stella ... oh God ... my puss ... she's licking me," Kathy chanted. Mistress looked down. Stella was kneeling on the floor behind Kathy. Though facing the opposite direction, she'd leaned back and stretched her neck so as to get her tongue in Kathy's hole. The pose made Stella look both sexy and vulnerable. "Please Mistress, let me cum for you ... so close ... let me come for you! I'm begging!"

The motion alarm sensor chimed sounded. Mistress picked up the remote control on the bed and changed the TV's channel. On the screen, she saw Linda waiting meekly by the door to her private quarters. Mistress smiled.

"You may cum now," she purred. "In fact, I want all three of you to cum for me."

Instantly, three hands shot to their respective pussies. The three sluts vocalized their climax differently: Jin was a yelper, Kathy was a moaner. Stella was a screamer, or she would have been, had her mouth not still been full of Kathy's twat. The one thing they did have in common was their thanking of Mistress for the gift of their orgasms.

Soon the only sound to be heard was that of the three thralls gasping for air. Mistress rolled off the bed and picked up her robe. The three slaves also stood as she slipped the silky kimono on, then fell obediently into line as she led the way into the suite's living room.

"Go join the others, my pets, and have fun," she commanded. "And let Linda in."

Kathy opened the door, allowing Linda to enter. The three, still naked, women filed out. Linda eyed Jin hungrily, and Jin reciprocated with an inviting smile. That irked Mistress slightly. Slaves devoted to each other were that much less devoted to Her. But Mistress considered herself benevolent, and she could not blame them. She encouraged her little sluts' heightened libido; it made them much easier to control. Still, she'd need to nip this in the bud.

"Linda," she said sharply.

Jin was instantly forgotten. Linda stepped forward, her eyes on the floor.

"Linda," Mistress repeated, softly this time. "I'm so glad you came by. I was just thinking about how pleased I am with your service."

"I live to serve You, Mistress," Linda whispered fervently.

"I know you do, and I'm glad for it," Mistress purred. "And I have something else to ask of you."

"Anything!"

Mistress smiled, "I've been going over the org chart you brought me, and I noticed the Chief Information Officer for your company is a woman."

"Yes?"

"Is she attractive?"

Linda frowned, "Not really."

"Nevertheless, she could be quite useful to me," Mistress said. "I want you to bring her here for alteration. If she isn't appealing to you, you can have one of the new girls do it. That won't be a problem?"

But Linda continued to frown.

"What is it?" Mistress asked.

"I barely know the woman," Linda said cautiously. "It might take me a while to get her here."

"But you will do it?"

"Of course!"

"Very good," Mistress said pleasantly. "I am a patient woman, and we have all the time in the world."

Mistress slowly untied her robe, and spread it open. Eyes still downcast, Linda dropped to her knees and crawled slowly forward, until she saw Mistress's feet. Reverently, she looked up. Mistress's fingers dipped slowly in and out of her glistening folds then, using two fingers, She spread her lips apart. Mistress' scent enveloped Linda, who leaned forward, tongue extended.

Linda knew what was expected of her; Mistress was explicit in how she trained her sluts. She was to work slowly, taking as much time as was necessary to whip Mistress into a frenzy. The tip of her tongue touched the engorged clit; Mistress responded with a sharp intake of breath through her clenched teeth. Linda planted feathery kisses around Mistress' pussy, licking and nibbling at irregular intervals. Mistress released her breath with a heavy sigh. Linda's tongue worked like a spoon, scooping up as much of Mistress' intoxicating juices as she could. Occasionally, she'd toss her head and bat her tongue against Mistress' clit.

Mistress was beginning to respond now. A hand rested against the back of Linda's head, holding her in place. Mistress was actively humping her face, her groans of pleasure becoming progressively louder. She would cum soon and when she did, she would baptize Linda anew with her secretions. It was the greatest honor Linda could imagine. Her own needs were nothing. All that mattered was Mistress.

The phone rang. Mistress pushed Linda away and said, "Answer that."

"No Mistress, please," Linda begged, "let me finish you."

The phone rang again. Sternly, Mistress commanded, "Answer that!"

Linda sprang to her feet and ran for the phone. It was Emma on the line, "The cleaning woman is here to clean Mistress' room."

"So?" Linda didn't understand. The cleaning woman, an adorable Irish girl with a sexy brogue, had been altered some time ago.

"It isn't the usual girl," Emma replied.

Now Linda understood. She took a moment to think it over, "Make sure the others are out of sight, then send her in."

Linda hung up. Mistress had cinched her robe and now sat on a couch. Linda crossed the room and stood obediently to Mistress's right. A few minutes later, the cleaning woman pushed her cart into the room. She was old and fat. Her nametag said "Anne". The woman looked around the room, then to Linda and Mistress. It was clear from the look on her face that she disapproved of what she saw. Linda bubbled with anger; this cow had no right to treat Mistress so disrespectfully. Mistress sensed Linda's rage.

"Let's go in the other room and let the woman do her job," Mistress stood and walked to the bedroom. After a final glare at the cleaning woman, Linda followed. She closed the door behind her.

"Now?" Linda pleaded as she reached for Mistress.

"In a moment, my pet," Mistress demurred. She sat on the bed. Linda remained standing. "Again, I wanted to say how pleased I am with your service."

"Thank you!" Joy coursed through Linda's veins.

"You always bring me the most wonderful little sluts," Mistress continued, "and you always show excellent judgment."

Linda felt faint.

"In fact, I want you to keep doing what you're doing. Whenever you see a woman you think is fit for my service, you are to do whatever you need to do to prepare her. I said you have excellent judgment, I want you to keep using it."

"Of course," Linda said fervently.

"I have plans. Great plans," Mistress explained. "I'm almost ready to start putting those plans into action and I'll need as many slaves as possible. If you keep bringing me those slaves, those plans will succeed. I'm counting on you."

"I live to serve you!"

Mistress stood and pulled Linda to her. They kissed. Linda's fingers danced across Mistress' wondrous cunt. Mistress pulled on Linda's granite hard nipples.

Finally, Mistress broke the kiss, "Let's see how the cleaning lady is doing."

The disapproving look was still etched on Anne's face, but since the room was already clean, she was all but done with her work. Soon she'd be gone and Linda could finish pleasuring Mistress. The anticipation made her soak her panties anew.

Anne maneuvered her cart towards the door. Her voice was ragged and low, like someone who'd smoked far too many years, "I don't know why the other girl didn't do it, but I replaced the mirror for that wall."

Anne pointed at a spot near where Linda and Mistress stood. Automatically, they looked. Linda saw exactly what she expected in the reflection ... herself and Mistress. Mistress seemed shocked, then horrified, by what she saw. She reached slowly for the mirror, and when she touched it, pulled her hand back as if she'd been burned.

"No ... NO!" Kelly screamed. "Mistress is Mistress ... Mistress is Mistress ... MISTRESS IS MISTRESS!"

Kelly dropped to the floor, curled into a ball and began to shake. In a daze, Linda looked around the room. Anne had fled. Linda could vaguely hear the cleaning woman running down the hall, screaming. Linda took a final look at Kelly, then ran to find Emma.

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"... in cases like this, the 2d personality is developed in response to a trauma the original personality cannot cope with," Dr. Brady explained as gently as he could. "Usually the trauma is inflicted by a person the patient trusts. That's what makes the trauma particularly painful."

Emma sighed sadly. Linda gave Emma's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Mrs. O'Malley, can you think of anything that may have happened, or who may have hurt Kelly?" Dr. Brady continued. "It could be helpful with Kelly's treatment."

Emma sighed again, "It was her father."

"Please explain."

"About 18 months ago, Jason and I began to suspect Kelly was a lesbian," Emma began. "Jason was very disturbed by that on moral grounds. He deeply disapproves of homosexuality. He was working for the Army, doing research on mind control and whatnot ... use it for counter-terrorism and that sort of thing. To be honest, I never understood it and he didn't talk about it much. So he decided to apply his research to Kelly. He didn't tell me about it until after. He said her was trying to "cure" her. It didn't work."

Emma didn't elaborate. She didn't mention how the results had gone far beyond "didn't work". She didn't mention that Jason had achieved the exact opposite of what he'd intended. She didn't mention how Jason had created Mistress or that Mistress had stolen his research, with the help of a woman in the lab Mistress seduced. All of that would have been more than Mistress would have wanted revealed. All she said was, "That's pretty much why I divorced him."

Dr. Brady looked appalled, "Mrs. O'Malley, I promise you your ex-husband will be held accountable for what he's done."

"You're going to turn him in?"




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"Of course! I'm required by law to report all suspected instances of child abuse and this is an ... unconscionable ... breach of ethics!"

Emma smiled grimly, "Then it was nice knowing you, Dr. Brady."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Emma spelled it out for him, "Dr., the people my husband works with don't care about you or me, and they certainly don't care about Kelly. All they care about is their weapons. And if anything gets in the way of their getting their weapons, they make that something disappear. They'll make you disappear, Dr. If they think you are going to be a problem, no one will ever hear from you again. You might as well get your bags packed for Guantanimo right now."

Dr. Brady looked sufficiently intimidated. Emma stood, "Forget about my ex-husband. Just do what you can for my daughter."

Emma walked out of the office. Linda followed. Kelly sat in a wheelchair parked in a common area, staring catatonically out a window. Linda held back a respectful distance as Emma walked over, whispered into Kelly's ear and kissed her good bye. The view of the pastoral hospital grounds was wonderful. Linda doubted Kelly even saw it.



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Linda entered the club first, followed by Maura and Lucy. The overpowering techno beat of the music synched perfectly with the throbbing in her pussy. The three women surveyed the scene, than looked to each other. Wordlessly, they nodded, than split up. It was on.

It had been on for the past month. Almost every night she'd gone out to find women, meet them, prepare them, make them want her. Impose her will on them, as Mistress had done to her. She took the women she met. They had to be made ready. This was the first night, however, she'd gone hunting with others.

Linda plunged into the crowd, taking in everything. Her standards were high, she was looking for just the right girl. She crossed the whole of the room but hadn't found anyone adequate. She wasn't worried. The club was packed. The right one was here somewhere. She just had to find her. Linda moved to the bar.

That's where Linda found her. She was superb, a short Philippino girl with long, straight hair streaked with blond highlights and pouty, bee-sting lips. Her skin was smooth and a perfect mocha color. And Linda saw much of that perfect skin. Her prey wore only an orange leather corset that lifted and compressed the woman's tight, medium sized breasts and a matching skirt that barely covered the graceful arc of her ass. Orange, high heeled leather boots that zipped up on the side reached to just under the girl's knee.

Linda moved in, bumping into the girl as though she'd been jostled, "Excuse me."

The girl smiled, "It's okay."

Linda signaled the bartender, then looked back to the girl, "What a place."

"It's great."

"I can't believe I've never been here before."

"I come here all the time," the girl replied. "The DJ is incredible!"

"I'm Linda, by the way," she held out her hand.

"Samantha," the girl took the offered hand.

The two chatted as they waited for their drinks. As Linda expected, Samantha invited her back to her table to hang with her girlfriends. Samantha led the way, Linda followed closely. They arrived at a booth occupied by two other girls, a busty, short haired redhead and a pixyish blond. Samantha introduced them as Yolanda and Elane, respectively. Linda took a seat next to Samantha.

"These are my friends Maura and Lucy," Linda introduced the two thralls who'd appeared from out of nowhere. The women crammed into the booth, three to a side, Linda allowing herself a thrill as she pressed against Samantha. The women talked generally, about their lives in the real world, about other clubs, about how hot the music was and how the guys (the straight looking ones, at least) were considerably less so.

The beat of the music changed, becoming slightly slower but more thumping, more insistent. Samantha bounced a hand off the table, "I wanna' dance."

The six women piled out of the booth and found a spot on the dance floor. Initially they danced as a group, but gradually paired off: Yolanda with Lucy, Elane with Maura, Samantha with Linda. Men would occasionally try to join them, Linda maneuvered they away. Samantha was to be hers. The club was like a sauna, the air a miasma of heat, humidity and sex. Linda was drenched, her salty sweat mixing with the sweetness pouring from her cunt and down her legs. Samantha danced frantically, arms raised above her head, her head flailing and tossing her hair wildly about. The girl's movements showered Linda with perspiration; Linda lapped up the acrid liquid from her face and arms. Samantha tasted divine.

She had no idea how long they'd danced; long enough that when Samantha stopped and started back for the booth, both women were panting. As they stepped off the dance floor, Linda grabbed Samantha by the wrist. The girl turned. Linda dropped her hand to Samantha's, entwining their fingers. Slowly, Linda traced their hands along Samantha's wet thigh, than cupped her ass.

Leaning forward, she whispered, "Let's go back to my place."

Samantha blinked then jerked her head back slightly, "Why ..."

Linda grinned, "Because you dance like someone who needs to get fucked."

Samantha looked lost, "... my friends ..."

Linda motioned with her eyes toward the booth. Samantha looked. Lucy and Yolanda were there. Yolanda's eyes were closed, her head back. Lucy was whispering in her ear. From their angle, Samantha and Linda could see under the table. Lucy's hand was inside Yolanda's skirt, caressing the redhead's thigh. Yolanda's legs were slowly opening.

"Elaine?" Samantha asked, eyes wide.

Linda ran her tongue along the edge of Samantha's ear, "She left with Maura 10 minutes ago."

Samantha shuddered from the sensation and the inevitability of it all, "Let's take your car".

Still hand in hand, Linda led Samantha out of the club. The car was only two blocks away. Linda got in first and reached across to unlock the passenger door. As soon Samantha was seated, Linda pulled her close and kissed her. Hard. Samantha responded, the two women clutching at each other, touching each other, their mouths pressed fiercely together, tongues battling back and forth. It was Samantha that finally broke the kiss, pushing Linda back. Out of curiosity, Linda snuck a look at the dashboard clock. They'd been making out for 10 minutes.

"Let's go," Samantha begged. "Hurry."

It was only a 15 minute drive to Linda's condo. She spent the entire with her left hand on the steering wheel. Her right hand was between Samantha's legs, fingering the soaking twat. Samantha had reclined her seat 3/4ths of the way back and flipped her skirt up. One hand pulled the front of her panties to the side, giving Linda free access. Her other hand guided Linda's, showing exactly where and how she wanted to be touched. Her whimpers were unending as Linda probed her. Samantha's bellybutton ring glittered in the glow of the streetlights.

Linda parked in the basement of her building and without a word, exited the car and walked towards the elevators. Samantha, looking stunned and disheveled, eventually followed, stumbling into the elevator just as the doors closed.

Linda pressed the button for her floor, turned, and pressed Samantha against the wall of the elevator, pinning her arms above her head. The girl groaned passively, her eyes closed, mouth open in anticipation of another soul shattering kiss.

Instead, Linda asked, "You ever been with another girl?"

"No, of course not," Samantha whispered, eyes still closed. She leaned forward, searching for Linda's lips. The elevator shuddered to a stop, and the doors opened. Taking Samantha's hand, Linda led her down the hall.

Inside the condo, Linda again pounced on Samantha, trapping her against the front door. Their kiss was a repeat of what had happened earlier in the car, only this time, Samantha was rapidly disrobed. The skirt went first, and Linda was careful with it. It had to have cost several hundred dollars, and there was no sense in ruining a beautiful piece of clothing. The butterfly back v-string didn't fare as well; Linda knew those were 3 for $25 at Victoria's Secret. She ripped the flimsy garment off, making Samantha yelp with surprise. Naked from the waist down, gloriously exposed, Samantha wrapped a leg around Linda's hips and humped her steaming twat into Linda's thigh. Linda unlaced the corset slowly, peeling it off then taking Samantha's breasts in her hands. She rolled the girls nipples between her thumb and index fingers. Samantha smiled, laced her fingers behind Linda's head and pulled her in for another long kiss.

Linda turned 180 degrees and pushed Samantha into the living room, "The bedroom is through there. I'll meet you there."

Linda was pointing at an archway on the opposite side of the room. Samantha bent down to unzip her boots. Linda stopped her, "No! Leave those on, they make your legs look totally hot.

Linda smiled, "And when we're done, you have to tell me where you shop."

Slowly, Samantha stood back up, a smile of her own lighting up her lovely face. She threw her shoulders back, thrusting out her chest, giving Linda a little hint of what would be waiting for her in the bedroom; then turned gracefully of her heels. Samantha's ass swayed almost defiantly as she walked, her arms swinging loose and easy as she headed off in the direction indicated. It was all Linda could do not to take her then and there, but she restrained herself. She enjoyed teasing her women and, she had to admit, teasing herself.

It was only when she reached the hall, out of Linda's sight, she bothered to ask herself what she was doing. She wasn't a lesbo, she'd never even been curious. She was always careful when she went to the club; she almost never gave her phone number and she NEVER took a drink from anyone other than the bartender. But here she was naked ... NAKED for Christ's sake ... about to get her brains fucked out by a woman she'd met maybe 2 hours before. It was insane. Absolutely fucking crazy. She knew she should just turn around, grab her clothes and get the hell out of there.

The problem was she didn't want to, and even if she did, she doubted if she could.

She couldn't explain it, not that she analyzed it much. Something about Linda, something about the way she'd just taken charge, made Samantha wetter than she ever thought possible. Linda seemed to control her, and the idea of it turned her on.

As she entered the bedroom, she became suddenly aware of how hard and tight her nipples were. She tweaked them with her fingers; it felt better when Linda did it. She lay on the bed, spread her legs. One hand continued to massage her breasts. The other cupped her pussy, rubbing back and forth. The mound of her hand, right below the thumb, glided gently against her clit. Her breath was already sharp and ragged. She suddenly found herself wondering about Yolanda and Elane. Were they naked, in a stranger's bed, crazed with lust, about to fuck? She hoped so. She thought back to the club and the look of dreamy arousal Yolanda has as Lucy fingered her. Had her friend returned the favor? Would Yolanda lick Lucy's little pussy? Samantha was sure she would. Elane also.

Samantha sensed motion by the bed and opened her eyes. Linda was naked, rivulets of sweat streaked her body like stripes. Her pussy looked red and swollen, the sparse pubic hair weighed down by moisture. Samantha groaned at the realization Linda wanted her to. Her hands slid under her knees, lifting her legs up, opening herself even wider.

Linda crawled onto the bed, between Samantha's legs. Her fingers slid along the wet twat below her; occasionally they dipped in to pluck the swelling clit. The contact made Samantha sob. She wanted to beg, beg for more, but she stopped herself. She was being made to feel like a toy, a plaything, a slut, and she liked it. There was no denying it. The groans and whines she heard herself making convinced her.

Eventually Linda moved back a bit, bent forward and touched her mouth to Samantha's cunt. She started slowly, licking and pecking ever so gently; more maddening teasing that made Samantha want to scream. She released her legs; they drifted slowly to the bed, jumping an inch or so each time Linda licked a sensitive spot. And when Linda found a sensitive spot, she tended to hit it again and again. Samantha's palms pressed against her forehead, her fingers clenched and re-clenched her hair.

Samantha's pussy was as wet and sweet as any Linda had ever tasted. She wanted more of it. Slowly she scaled back the teasing to concentrate on the sopping labia, and what lay inside the heavy lips. Samantha's body twitched with gratitude.

"Oh ... oh."

Linda barely heard it at first, she wasn't sure she heard anything at all. She kept licking.

"Oh ... oh."

Samantha was gasping, in time with Linda's ministrations. Curious, Linda worked a little faster.

"Oh ... oh ... oh."

Samantha's body was quivering. One hand had resumed her breast massage. The index and middle finger of her other hand were in her mouth. She sucked on them frantically. Linda wrapped her lips around Samantha's distended clit. She slid a finger, then a second and a third between the sopping lips.

"Ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh!"

Samantha's hips leapt off the bed, crashed back down, then ricocheted off the sheets. Linda's arms slid under the delirious woman's ass, her hands gripping the flailing hips. She was able, barely, to dampen the girl's thrusts enough to keep her mouth attached to the drooling cunt. By now, Samantha's groans were deep, and manic, and loud.

"Ohhhhhh ... ohhhhHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHHH!"

Samantha's legs slammed to the bed, lifting her up until only her feet and neck remained in contact with the mattress. Linda jammed her tongue into Samantha's twat and felt the girl's pussy spasm against her lips. With a final groan, Samantha collapsed back onto the bed. Linda scrambled up the prostrate girl's body for a mouth wide open, tongue thrusting kiss. Samantha's legs wrapped tightly around Linda's hips, locking the two in place.

"Thank you," Samantha whispered breathlessly, "thank you so much ... thank you!"

Linda smiled. The little sluts always thanked her afterwards, "So, you think you're ready to do the same for me?"

"Oh, God yes!"

Linda rose up on all fours and crawled slowly forward. Grabbing the headboard of the bed, she positioned herself. Samantha was by no means altered, Linda knew that. But when the time, it would be no problem to do so. Samantha now would do anything Linda wanted. What Linda wanted was for Samantha to be turned into a willing and able slut in Mistress' service, when Mistress returned. As she lowered herself onto Samantha's eager tongue, there was one thing she was sure of; more sure even than that Samantha was about to lick her to one luscious orgasm after another. Linda was sure that, someday, Mistress would return to her.