8 comments/ 62304 views/ 8 favorites Sabina By: regnglad As a junior member of a law firm one tends to get to do a lot of menial things, running errands and basically doing all those things that the partners don't want to do themselves. I'd just started at one of the country's biggest law firms and so far I'd mostly been running around like an assistant to anybody and everybody senior to me in the firm. Spending one week feeding the cat of one of the partners as she took her vacation. Honestly I liked her cat better than her but I wanted to keep my job so. That day my boss called me into his office and told me to run some documents to a client that was staying at a local hotel. Telling me I'ld have to sign them confirming that I'd witnessed her signing them. Telling me she was a widow who's business meant a lot to the firm so I was to stay on my most amicable behaviour, best foot forwards in other words. I wasn't surprised to see that she was staying at one of the most luxurious hotels in town, but I was surprised at the look I got from the receptionist when I asked for her room number. It was as if he knew something I didn't and it was giving him a lot of fun. He was smirking in a most annoying and disturbing way as he called up to her suite to ask if she had any knowledge about my visit. He soon told me her room number and pointed me to the elevators. I didn't think that much about it, the firm had all kinds of clients and this being a widow I was most probably going to meet an old lady that might have some funny little ways. It was a little weird though that my boss hadn't given me an assignment for when I returned but then I was very seldom left without one for long. Getting out of the elevator I made my way to her door. I knocked on the door and a female voice answered from inside, asking for my business. Standing right in front of the peep hole in the door I told her who I was. As the door slowly opened I was rather surprised to see a woman who could at the most be ten years my senior and probably less. wearing a rather tight black dress that ended halfway down her thigh, though without cleavage it still managed to reveal quite a lot about her bosom, it's neckline ending just a little below her jaw. I found myself staring and had to smack the back of my mental head to look her in the eyes instead. Looking into her blue-green eyes and drowning. She turned around and I followed her in, my eyes drifting down along her long auburn hair to her bum. Following her in slightly dazed and wondering if I dared to hope. We sit down at a small table and I notice that she crosses her legs but not in the way that most women do it, putting one knee over the other, but rather like some men do it, by resting one foot or rather ankle on one knee. Leaving her thighs spread wide and me fighting myself not to look. Introducing myself further I pick up the papers for her to sign. She gives them a casual and uninterested look before asking for a pen. Digging around in my briefcase to find the very best one before giving it to her. She starts signing and then slides the papers over to me, I sign where there's a small sticker saying "As witnessed by". We keep a high pace about halfway through when she drops the pen. My manners getting the best of me before I can think about it so I bend down to pick it up. Before I can stop myself I'm looking up her dress and realising that she isn't wearing any panties whatsoever. Just looking at her clean-shaven cunt with just a little bit of hair above it, just wishing I could get to kiss it, lick it, taste it, feel it, explore it, thrust into it. Wanting to please her animal inside as it's awakened my inner animal. Trying to snap out of it I get up and give her back the pen, hoping she didn't notice me looking and that I wasn't under the table long enough to arouse suspicions. Just knowing that she's not wearing any panties makes me shiver and feel uncomfortable inside my pants. We work our way through the rest of the papers, I'm fighting myself constantly not to stare at her groin. As if merely looking at what I wanted would make it mine. I sign the last paper and rise up. About to leave I walk towards the door... with my back to her she tells me to stop and I don't know what I expect but I don't get it. As I stand there frozen into place she tells me that she saw me looking up her skirt and needs a damn good reason not to tell my boss, in which case I'ld be out of a job within an hour and have severe difficulties ever finding a new one. I start to say please but she interrupts me, telling me that if I'm going to beg I should do so properly and on my knees. Turning around I'm unable to look into her eyes as I kneel before her, telling her that I need my job more than anything else. That I rely on it to be able to make any sort of career. Getting up she tells me to follow her, as I start to get up she tells me to follow her on my knees and I do so. Crawling after her. She sits down on the edge of the bed with me kneeling in front of her, sitting down with legs apart making my mind wander back to that extra mouth of hers that I'm longing to get to know. She asks me if I'll do anything she says and I just nod, hopeful and fearful at the same time. She pulls at my hair and makes me face her, forcing me to look into her eyes. She asks me why I had such difficulties looking away. Trying to use every flattering word I can remember I start to describe her cunt and it's effect on me. She smiles more and more widely as I go on. Grabbing my chin she looks me right in the eyes and tell me it's a good thing I find it so attractive because I'm going to spend some time getting to know it. She hitches up her skirt, sliding it almost all the way up to her hips, and tells me to go at it. To kiss and lick it, her. Relieved and thankful that this is what she wants I lean forward and start kissing her thighs, kissing and caressing her lovely thighs. Spreading them wide. A feast of femininity before me I go at it with a hearty appetite, kissing and nibbling on her beautiful thighs. Caressing her lovely legs with greedy hands and fingers. Wiggling my hands in under her bottom to get a feel of that too. Squeezing her buttocks as my lips near their target. Such sweetness in a woman, is a woman. Light kisses coming closer to those lips of hers, my tongue playing on the inside of her thighs. Her hand in my hair, ruffling it around. From a professional to her dedicated personal licker in just a few minutes, licking her with all my might. Getting my first taste of those lips of hers, gently spreading them to get at the honey within. Taking one side of the lips into my mouth and gently sucking on it. Then taking the other and soon also the hood covering her clit and gently sucking on them all. How could anyone ever be tempted to remove something so wondrous? Spreading her lips for another lick inside, pushing my tongue a bit further in this time. Exploring with my tongue, putting her thighs up on my shoulders to get as close in as possible. Holding her against my face as if I was trying to put my whole head into her. Flicking against her tongue to see if it had hardened. Finding it erect I started to suckle it gently, giving it more effort as her moans got louder. Feeling her shake in my arms, digging her fingers hard into my hair and holding it tight. I could feel her tense up and arch her back. She was moaning louder and louder. Falling back onto the bed I followed her, both because I wanted to and because she'd crossed her legs behind my head, locking it in place. She arched her back over and over as the waves of pleasure rolled in over her magnificent shore. I kept licking her and suckling her clit until she'd ridden out her climax completely. Only slowly did she let me go, releasing my head only when she was fully satisfied. She sat back up again after a while, still panting as she pulled my chin and lips up into a kiss. Deeply exploring my mouth. What a magnificent woman. As the kiss ended she said that she tasted quite sweetly, asking me if I disagreed. Drowning in her eyes I could say nothing but yes. Smiling at my reply she kissed me again. I was drunk from her taste and from her kisses when she asked me to stand up so she had to tell me twice to stand in front of her. When I did she told me to undress. I must've looked confused because she told me again and more sharply to take off my clothes. Nervously I began to do so, wondering at the back of my mind what I had to offer a woman like her. She soon told me to take off my pants first, when I wasn't quick enough she did it herself. Pulling them down and leaving me exposed in front of her. Exposed yet eager. She stared at it for a while, as if closely inspecting my member, before looking up at me and telling me it wasn't too shabby. She let her hands roam freely over my stomach and thighs. Making me shudder as she explored my sensitive skin, she had to tell me again to keep taking my clothes off. My last act of undressing being to step out of my crumpled pants. Standing there in nervous nudity in front of her. Her roaming hands extending their dominion onto my sides, my lower back, the back of my thighs and then she even started squeezing my buttocks. Playfully giving them a few spanks. Making me shudder and moan before she'd even touched my staff. I could feel my skin tingling and vibrating form her touch, goosebumps allover my body. Her hands drifting as far up on the front of my body as my nipples, pinching and twisting them with a malevolent grin on her face. Then her hands drifted onto the insides of my thighs, gently caressing closer and closer to my groin. To my sack and staff. She looked up at me. Revelling in the pleading look in my eyes, telling me to keep my hands behind my back as her hands lightly brushed up against my sensitive and hardened member. Teasing that stretched out thin and sensitive skin, making me bite my lip and almost whimper. She played with my balls, cupping them in her hand and kneading them very gently. Smiling up at me when I could barely stand to watch her as feeling it was almost too much. With her other hand she gripped my staff, then she licked it and I just moaned out loud. And then again, and again... Treating me like a human lollipop, a lollipop most eager to be eaten. Pulling back my foreskin and then licking the tip of my staff.Little by little at first and then swirling the tip of her tongue around it until my legs feel like they're about to give out. Feeling wobbly around the knees she grips my bum instead, squeezing it hard after releasing my sack. Digging her nails into my buttocks. If she hadn't been holding on to me I doubt that I would've been able to stand up. My spine tingling up and down, feeling like molten lava inside of every bone in my body. Each breath an aeon of pleasure. I was left stunned when she stopped and I looked down pleadingly on her. She smiled back up at me, amused at my discomfort. She rose up in front of me, keeping a hold on my staff. Looking me straight into my eyes and keeping her hold firm, very firm. As I stood there moaning at every little move of her hand she told me to lie down in the bed, how could I refuse? As I lied down on the bed, feeling so horny that I almost wanted to tear myself to pieces she stood by the bed. Pulling at a zipper or something she started to peal the tight dress off of her shoulders. Soon revealing her beautiful bosom. She pushed down the dress and walked up towards the bed, crawling onto it completely naked. Crawling on top of me for a kiss, conquering my mouth with her tongue. She must've kissed me to keep me occupied, as a diversion. She was caressing my right arm and then I felt something click shut around my wrist. I tried to move it but it seemed to be tied to something. Before I could fully react she cuffed my other wrist to the bed as well. As I struggled she put her finger on my lips, telling me to stop fighting as I had promised to do whatever she wanted. When I'd calmed down she attached my ankles to the bed as well, leaving me spreadeagled before her. Teasing me she rode my waist a little before lowering herself for another kiss. She saw the looks I was giving her bosom and asked me outright if I wanted to taste her breasts. I almost started to beg. She moved up and smothered my face in her bosom, leaving me to lick and kiss and nibble as much as I could and pleased. Her soft breast between my lips. Twirling my tongue around her nipple. She could've smothered me with her bosom then and there and I would've died a happy man, a happy death. Instead she kissed me again, resting her bosom on my chest. Caressing my chest with her breasts as she claimed my mouth. Raising herself up she let her hands slide over my skin, scratching me lightly with her nails. As I met her gaze I felt like a mouse in a trap that's just seen a cat staring at it. I knew that I was hopelessly in her power. Though unlike that mouse would've been I wasn't so sure I didn't want to be. She kept playing with my skin, running her fingers and nails lightly across it. Smiling as she toyed with me. Her fingers sliding further and further down my torso, teasing my captive body. Her nails sliding over my sensitive stomach. She proceeded to tease my thighs with her nails. With the small piece of sanity I had left I could only guess that there was something about having a guy, having me, so completely in her power that excited her more or at least almost more than sex itself. Her nails were getting closer and closer, slowly creeping closer to my genitals. Scratching lightly at the skin all around them. She just brushed up against them, caressing both staff and sack ever so lightly, setting off fireworks within me. Then she gripped them hard, my sack in one hand and my rigid member in another. Positioning it for an easy entry. She didn't go at it slowly, instead she tried to get it all in as quickly and as deeply as possible, forcing herself down on it and making me gasp for air in ecstasy. She blowed my mind. Moving her hips around in a small circle, as if to both accommodate me better inside of her and demonstrate that she now owned me fully. Biting my lip all the while as she smiled at me, lust and desire burning in her eyes. Her hair which had been slightly disorderly when I came having turned into a sensuous mess. It's weird how messy hair on certain women are far more sexy, attractive and seductive than the most elaborate hairdo. Hairdressers and stylist working forever in vain to achieve what she herself creates unawares in moments of passion and lust. She looked like a goddess, a goddess of sensuality and sex, more devoted to lovemaking than love even though the second can bring the first to it's most impressive heights. Smiling she leaned down to kiss me. I wanted to pull my legs up a little so I could counter-thrust into her more easily but the chains or whatever she'd used were to short, forcing me to lie almost completely flat against the bed. She caressed the sides of my head as she kissed me. Bringing new sensations into the millions that were already swirling around inside my head and turning my mind into a happy chaos. Her sweet soft lips like ambrosia, better than any food of the gods. She held my head as she kissed me, holding me at two ends simultaneously with her body. Both wanting to melt in her warm embrace. To dissolve into her. To surrender to her fully. As she kissed me she slowly started to roll her hips, grinding her pelvis against mine. Slowly raising my pulse and pressure within by her lovely hips. Making me wish even more hotly that my counter-thrusts could be more powerful, as it was I could barely keep up with her. Her hips rolling more and more as her grip on my head became harder, she seemed determined to keep me controlled in her kiss as long as she could. I was only happy to oblige. Rolling along into oblivion. Ground into dust by her pelvic arts and acts. Friction melting my spine, shuddering as her skin slid against mine. As her skin caressed mine. Felling squeezed under the weight of her body, her warm soft body. Her sweet bosom resting on my chest, caressing my nipples. My pelvis struggling in vain to thrust into her as hard as I wanted to, needed to. She broke off the kiss, leaving me hanging with my mouth open and my eyes closed. Blinking unsteadily when I realised her absence from my mouth. Smiling at me she patted my cheek, affectionately rather than aggressively. Dragging her nails over my shoulders and chest she rose up further. Stopping her hands at my nipples and squeezing my chest as she intensified her rhythm. Starting to ride me harder and harder. Increasing her pace and force she was riding me into the mattress. Pushing me further and further into lust-driven insanity. I could barely look at her as my spine was arching beyond my control with each intense attack of pleasure. Catching just glimpses of her smiling widely above me, grinning widely as I panted below her. Coming closer and closer to the point of no return. Blowing my mind as I tugged at the restraints. Voluntarily and involuntarily. My body cramping up every here and there as the pulses of pleasure built up inside of me. Biting my lip and moaning. Her nails digging into my chest. She gripped my mouth, making me pout my lips, and then kissed me again. Raping my mouth as I was loosing my mind. Intense flashes warning me that I'ld soon come. I would've dug my fingers into the mattress, I wanted to, but my hands were facing upwards due to the restraints so I couldn't. Fingers frozen into position by the overflow of pleasure inside of me. I could feel myself shuddering as it was coming out. My internal buttress crumbling under her sensuous pressure. An erotic force of enormous magnitude. A first shot and then my body went rigid as it all just poured out of me. Stroke after stroke as it forcefully flowed out into her. My whole body pumping as I lost my mind into the black pit of le petite mort. Coming allover, with my whole body. Arching my back over and over until I was devoid of it all, empty of both fluids and pent-up pleasure. My spine still tingling from her every movement, shuddering from her every move with aftershocks. Small tremors after the big quake. My buttocks clenching every time she moved up and down my member. Smiling at me all she said was nice. She leaned over me as she unfastened the restraints. Hanging her bosom over my face. Unfortunately I was too tired, panting still, to reach up and kiss it. Her nipples so close but still too far away. Making me drool. She unfastened my ankles too. Now I was free to move but too tired to move. Only slowly regaining my strength. Gently taking my head up she kissed me, gently. Slowly kissing me so sensuously. Staring straight into my eyes she told me it was nice to see me come, quite nice. She kissed me again and then told me she wasn't satisfied. She started to move on top of me again, keeping my member hard. Painfully stimulating me again and making me bite my lip. At first I pleaded with her, whispering please. All she answered was that she'd stop when she was satisfied. Her riding was going to far soon the need was awakening again, making it harder for me to stop even if she'd let me. She must've seen it in my eyes as her face soon shone with a victorious smile and she said she'd known that I wanted to go on. She went for something in the nightstand, reaching over me and burying my face in her breasts against. Breathing in heavily I felt all my desires returning, straining to lift my head so I could kiss and nibble. So I could taste her sweet bosom again. Her soft breasts against my soft yet hungry lips. Licking her lovely skin, making her give a low groan of pleasure. She returned holding a condom wrapper, making me for the first time even start contemplating protection as she'd kept me quite distracted. Sabina: A Roman Slave The sun rose on another hot summer day in Rome as a simple cart, pulled by horses, snaked its way along the streets which were slowly coming to life. In the cart, chained along both sides, were slaves on their way to the market to be sold. Sabina looked miserably along the road and wondered how her life had come to this point. Her father and mother had both died, murdered by their more aristocratic owner who had ordered both of them to be killed when he had found that is adulterous mistress had become pregnant with the bastard child of her slave lover rather than his. The owner, a member of the Senate, had ordered both of them to be crucified and the child to be sold as soon as it could walk. Since then Sabina had known only the life of a slave. When she was sixteen she had been sold and become the concubine of another senator and when she had failed to please him sexually, he had had her sold. She remembered the time she had lost her virginity, not slowly and tenderly with a man she loved but in a swift, violent coupling, without meaning or love which had been little more than a rape. Sabina longed for a more meaningful life where she could stop the dull drudgery of slavery and fear of being nothing more than the sexual plaything of her master and mistress. She desired the sexual love of a man or women. Sabina had now reached the age of 20. Her body was well developed and muscular after years of toiling and carrying heavy goods. Her breasts were well formed with large nipples. Sabina had large brown eyes and long dark hair smooth which flowed down her back when it wasn't tied in place. It was one of the things that she was proud of and surprised that her past owners had not cut off so that their wives could have wigs made out of it. The cart came to a halt and the smell of fruit and manure, synonymous with the market, rose into Sabina's nostrils. She had been here before and knew that she would again in time. Her time as a slave had made Sabina rebellious, wild and untamed. In the past, she had turned this to her advantage. Sabina had escaped but was recaptured after a few days. When she had been returned to her master, he had extracted from her a pitiless revenge. In front of all the other slaves he tore her clothing from her body and left Sabina totally naked. The master had then bound her arms and legs and left her tied up at the front gate, inviting any passing soldiers from the legions to do whatever they wanted with her. It had been one of the longest nights of Sabina's life but when the morning had come; she was released and had not been raped. The slaves had found some fresh clothes for her and after that day she had kept her thoughts about escaping to herself. Sabina looked about her at the bustles of the market place. Carts of fruit, vegetables and other goods were being unloaded. There were also several more cartloads of salves, all looking as unhappy and miserable as Sabina. The wagon master tethered his horse and walked to the back of the cart. "We're here, now move!" Slowly the 4 other slaves, two men and two women stood, their chains clanking and began to walk to the back of the cart. Sabina was the last and she could feel the chains round her wrists and feet chaffing against her skin. The others began to walk but the wagon master, an unpleasant, sweaty man who she did not know by name but had always feared pulled Sabina close to his sweaty body. Sabina shivered, feeling his rough hands against the bare arms skin of arms. He then pushed her against a pillar. "Your ex-master has something special planned for you, Sabina." The wagon master slipped his hand down inside her tunica and grabbed her breasts, pinching the nipples hard. Sabina gasped in surprise and anger as she felt his rough hands groping and fumbling for her teat. Although she was a slave, she did take kindly to having her tits groped by this sweaty ox. Sabina tried to back away from the man but she was trapped by the pillar. "The fun I could have with you!" grunted the sweating man as his hand explored further inside Sabina's tunica. She tried to back away further, trying to avoid the feeling of his palms against her breast but the pillar was immovable and she just whimpered as the man pawed away at her. Sabina could not believe that she felt almost aroused at this grunting imbecile, halfway to raping her there and then. She felt her nipple grow hard as his hand squeezed further and she gasped, half in a mixture of fear and surprise and the other half in anger at both herself for getting aroused and at this unknown man who was invading her most private area. The man pushed aside the thin material, exposing her nipple. Sabina looked around wildly, expecting someone to at least notice what the man was doing but everyone was either too engrossed in their work or ignoring what was going on. Something like this was not an irregular occurrence at the market where slaves were concerned. They were the lowest form of citizen and could be used and abused by anyone who saw fit. The man bent his head down and clamped his teeth around her exposed dug. Sabina felt moistness between her legs that she hadn't felt before. Just as Sabina thought he was going to rape her in full public view, the man was pulled away from her breast. Sabina gasped in pain as the man's teeth grazed her tit. She saw her chance and brought her knee up swiftly, connecting with his hard groin. The man crumbled to the floor, roaring in pain and anger. He slammed Sabina against the pillar, his hands looking for the edge of her tunica to rip away and leave her naked for all to see. At that moment a sword entered Sabina's vision and she that it was wielded by a young Roman legionnaire. "If you wish to go raping young slaves, whoremonger, I suggest you do it somewhere else." said the soldier. "I didn't mean anything by it," whimpered the wagon master. "From what I saw you were going to rip off this slave's tunica and rape her against the pillar. Now get out of here before I turn you into a eunuch!" The wagon master jumped onto the back of his cart and rode away at great speed, the mocking laughter of slaves, citizens and soldiers ringing in his ears. It would be a long time before he would dare show his face in Rome again. After checking that Sabina's clothes were not damaged and that she appeared to be shaken but nothing more, the soldier ushered Sabina inside the market. Sabina had experienced worse in the past but she was grateful that she had escaped the encounter with nothing more than damaged pride and her tit groped. And she reflected later, what a pleasure it had been to drive her knee into the wagon master's groin. Sabina walked into a short tunnel and emerged to find herself with the other slaves in a small area partitioned off from the rest of the market. The two male and a female slave that had been with her a few minutes before had already been sold. The other female slave was sitting on the floor and looked up as Sabina came in. "I hear you had some trouble from the wagon master?" whispered the woman. Sabina looked the woman up and down and realised that this woman had not been in the cart with her. She must have come in from another entrance. She was dressed in the standard clothing of a slave, a simple rough tunica, tied at the waist with a belt and her hair cropped short as opposed to Sabina who had her hair tied back. Sabina realised for the first time how attractive this woman was and she was little older than she was herself. Her breasts were a little smaller than Sabina but she was still attractive although a little plainer when compared to Sabina. "What is your name?" asked Sabina. "You don't need to know that." replied the woman, "what happened to you?" "The wagon master groped me....he....I don't know." said Sabina, flustered that she didn't know what to feel or say. "Let me guess, he pinched your tit and then tried to suck it and then tried to rape you in broad daylight." said the woman. "Yes." "He does that all the slaves. I think it's because his manhood is so small, he has to try it on with other women." The woman paused as the curtain parted and the auctioneer looked in and then closed it. "I've been taken before." said Sabina, wanting to pour her whole heart out to this unknown woman. "I bet it could hardly have been called love making. It was probably at the hands of a previous master who stripped you and did what ever he felt like with you. Are you a mother?" "No!" said Sabina, shocked at the forcefulness in her voice. The woman stood and walked over to Sabina and kissed her. It was the first time that Sabina had been kissed by another woman and she found herself becoming deeply aroused by the passion that the woman was putting into it. She was a little scared at the thought that at any moment the guard could come through the curtain and separate them forever. Sabina would give anything to stop this happening. The woman's tongue explored deep inside Sabina's mouth with more loving passion than she could remember. Sabina ached to be naked with this woman, exploring her naked body with her hands and letting her body explode in a full and unstoppable orgasm. Just as Sabina was wondering if this heaven would end, the woman broke the kiss and walked over to the curtain. It parted and the guard came in. "We agreed a price of 7000 denarii, guard." said the woman. "Yes." said the guard. The woman bent down in front of Sabina and picked up a small leather purse, giving Sabina an opportunity to look down her cleavage. The coins rattled in the purse. A few moments Sabina blinked in the sunshine as the woman led her to another cart and they both climbed on the back. For a few moments they were silent as each remembered the stolen moment they had shared. As the horse and cart left the city and headed into the countryside, bumping along the dirt tracks, the woman turned to Sabina. "My name is Sallyarin. My lover who you are yet to meet is Davidus. I know that you are called Sabina and you are our new slave. Do not worry, you will be well treated. My lover wants a new mistress. And your new mistress wanted a new lover." "What does that mean?" asked Sabina. "It means that you will do what we ask. It will not be onerous. In fact, later today, we will go a little further." Sabina stared out of the cart, trying to make sense of how quickly her world had changed. Not long ago she was being groped and half raped. Now she had been kissed by a beautiful woman and then.....what? She did not know but she had a feeling that she would enjoy finding out. Whatever happened with her new master, Sabina realised that although her new master and mistress would enjoy the experience, she herself would take some pleasure from it. Sabina realised that she was about to embark on a journey of sexual exploration that was entirely new to her. Instead of a rough, sexual fumbling and humping from dishonourable men, she would be treated as a human being for the first time in her life. She looked across at her new mistress and looked more closely at her, allowing her gaze to travel down from her blonde hair, over Sallyarin's breasts to her long legs. Sabina ached to see her new mistress naked before her. And she wanted to see her new master and find out what kind of lover he would be. Sabina looked out over fields of grapes and olive groves as the cart bumped along and then it turned off the track and travelled a short distance further before it came to a halt outside a large white villa, several miles from the city. "We're here, Sabina." Sabina climbed off the cart and entered the cool house. "You must be tired and hungry after the day so far. We have a room for you. It is small but comfortable with clean clothes. You will sleep this afternoon and meet my lover later on. He is currently busy with other affairs at the moment but you will meet him after dinner." Sabina was led through the main hallway and into a small room. Sallyarin was right. It was small but was the first room she had ever had that she could call her own. Sabina slipped off her tunica and was soon asleep on the floor, dreaming of what the night would bring. Sabina reclined on her bed, luxuriating in the warmth of the sun's rays at the end of the day. Her room looked out over fields planted with olives and grapes. She had no idea how far the city was but Sabina realised that it could not have been that far away. The sun was warm and relaxing and Sabina realised that she had been both fortunate and lucky that day. If she had been alone with the wagon master, he would have been a lost less indiscreet than he had already. She shivered at the thought of what could have happened. Sabina knew that if they had been alone it would have involved the man tearing off her clothes and raping her on the floor or against a pillar there and then. As she lay on the bed, the sun began to disappear slowly over the hill and Sabina realised that for the second time that day she was thinking about sex. She had reached an age when just thinking about it was not enough. After what had happened this morning she wanted to be loved in every possible way with a man and a woman. She wanted a woman to kiss her. She wanted to pleasure and be pleasured by a man and woman at the same time. She wanted long, slow love making. She wanted quick, fast couplings with a man she loved. Had the wagon master awakened something more in her? The thought of being simultaneously loved and abused appealed to her. Sabina closed her eyes and thought about the journey with her new mistress who intrigued her. The moment that she had pressed her lips so forcibly against Sabina had been one of much needed tenderness after the terror of being fondled and exposed in public. It was not unknown for women to have affairs with other women. Common prostitutes and rich women were often known to have passionate affairs behind closed doors but for her mistress to kiss in what was a public setting was daring in the extreme. Sabina knew that she would now become a slave to the loving of both a man and a woman. The woman, she knew, Sabina could love but the man? She would just have to wait and see on that front. The sun had disappeared beyond the hill when Sabina awoke, feeling the warm night air coming in. Beside her on the bed lay a fresh, clean tunica made of woven cotton. It felt fine in her hand and was certainly of a better material than Sabina had ever known. Sabina stood up from the bed and looked at the last light in the sky, warm reds coalescing into yellows and purples and blues. Sabina lifted off her old tunica and looked at her naked body in the slowly decaying light. Her nipple and breast were slightly sore and tender where the wagon master had pinched and fondled her so freely. There was a slight bruise where his teeth had been so roughly pulled away from her body but apart from that she was healing slowly. The new tunica was a different design to the one she had known all these years. It was woven in white cotton and tied at with two small buttons. Although it was similar to her previous one, this would not allow any man with wandering hands to invade the holes at the arms as the wagon master had done. Rather than put it on over her head, she had to step into it and then lift it up before buttoning it at the shoulders. When she was ready, she looked down her now clothed body. The tunica was cut in such a way that her cleavage was slightly more exposed than she had in the previous tunica which now lay on the floor. Sabina tossed it on to the bed. She might keep for another day but this new tunica was much nicer. There was a knock at the door. Sabina opened it to find her mistress standing before her. She beckoned her to follow and led her to the lounge. In the middle of it was her new master. As the mistress led her out of her room, she turn round to Sabina and gave her another long, passionate kiss. Sabina had not been expecting this but when she felt her mistress' tongue explore her mouth; she received more readily than she had at the slave market. Sabina found herself becoming deeply aroused by this woman and felt her nipples go hard. Sallyarin pushed her against a pillar and kissed her some more, her hands feeling down Sabina's body, stimulating her even more. Just as Sabina thought that Sallyana was going to remove her clothes, she broke the kiss and smiled. "Alas, my lover wants to see you first before we make love." Sabina stared at Sallyarin, dazed and confused. She longed to be naked in front of this woman and to see her mistress naked. Sabina decided to break all protocol and pulled the other woman back to her and forcibly kissed her mistress with as much passion as she had ever felt for any other man or woman. Sallyarin tried to break the kiss but Sabina would not let her get away again so easily. The more her mistress resisted, the more Sabina explored her mouth. Finally, Sallyarin broke the kiss and forced Sabina against the pillar, smiling. "I've never known a slave be so passionate. You've been longing for me all day haven't you?" Sabina stood, shocked at how daring she had just become. "Yes, mistress," was all she could say. "My name is Sallyarin. I am not your mistress. You will be the lover of both me and my lover. You have been badly treated in the past but those days are gone." Sallyana walked off and beckoned Sabina to follow her. They rapidly came to a room. On the floor were several cushions and rugs. It was well furnished and well lit. In the centre was Davidus, a big man and the lover of Sallyarin, dressed in a toga. He was tall, about six feet tall with dark hair. His hazel eyes explored her body and she thrust her breasts out purposely to allow his admiring gaze to travel from her head, down her exposed cleavage to the floor. "I see Sallyarin made a good choice." He walked over and kissed Sabain on her cheek. Then he beckoned her to come and sit in the middle of the room and sat down. Sabina stood in front of him. Davidus motioned for her to sit but Sabina shook her head, preferring to stand. She was unsure what her new keepers wanted of her. Did they want a servant girl or a lover? "She is unsure." said Sallyarin. "I don't blame her. Let me guess, Sabina. This morning you were taken to a market, half raped, kissed by Sallyana and then brought here. Confusion is an emotion that I would probably be feeling if I was in your shoes." There was a silence for a moment and Sabina realised that the world outside had grown dark. The bird song of the day had gone to be replaced by crickets chirping outside. Sabina realised that she was both hungry and thirsty and realised that she had not had anything since breakfast, 10 hours and a lifetime ago but she was happy when, as her gaze searched the room, there was a simple meal laid out and ready. "Are you going to say anything?" asked Sallyarin. "I am tired, hungry and thirsty. You have shown me such kindness as no master or mistress has shown before. But I would like to know my duties. What is expected of me?" "I thought Sallyarin had explained that." Davidus rose and stood close to Sabina "You're duties will be like this." He pulled her close, wrapping his muscular arms around her and kissed her. Sabina was surprised at how much she enjoyed this kiss from a man she barely knew. He was warm and passionate, like his other lover and she moaned with pleasure as one of his hands cupped her breast through the thin material of the tunica. Sabina held him close until they had both got as much from the kiss as each other and then he broke it. Sabina realised that Sallyarin had been watching them the whole time but she was not jealous. "You will love us both." said Sallyana "You will pleasure and be pleasured. You will eat soon but before then there is something you must do for us." Sabina: A Roman Slave "Anything, Sallyarin." said Sabina. "Take off your clothes." Sabina was unsure how to respond to this invitation. Davidus was undoubtedly handsome but she was not ready to for him to make love to her. Her day had been made up of strange moments that had made her head spin. She was tired and hungry and thirsty and wanted nothing more than to lay hr head down on the soft mattress in her room and sleep. She turned slightly and saw that Sallyarin was standing beside her, smiling dangerously. "My lover gave you an order." said Sallyarin, quietly "now do as he ordered." "But I...." Sabina tried to say but could not. Sallyarin roughly pulled her into her arms and kissed her, without embarrassment that her lover was there. She probed Sabina's mouth for the third time that day and Sabina enjoyed the feel of the young woman's warm body against hers. Sallyarin gently broke the kiss after a few more seconds. "Davidus has seen me naked on many occasions with another woman. He enjoys watching me climax. You've wanted to make move to me from that first stolen kiss this morning, it's true isn't it?" Sabina nodded. She looked down and saw that Davidus was reclining on the floor with his legs spread wide and she could see his manhood straining against his toga. It looked large and inviting. Sallyarin took Sabina's hand and took it into her mouth. Sabina could feel the tongue of her mistress caressing it slowly. She began to feel deeply aroused by this woman licking her fingertips. Then Sallyarin's fingers went into Sabina's mouth. Sabina moaned in pleasure at the intruding digits within her mouth. Sallyarin removed her hand and smiled at Sabina. They kissed again, not roughly this time but slowly and tenderly. Sabina closed her eyes and relaxed. She felt Sallyarin's fingers undo the buttons at her shoulder and felt the top half of her tunica flop down, exposing her naked body underneath. Sallyarin continued to kiss her while her hands caressed Sabina's dark brown nipples. At the commanding touch of her mistress, Sabina's tits grew hard as she became more and more aroused. Sallyarin pinched and tweaked her teats and Sabina began to relax even more, letting her mistress command and control her slave's body as much as she wanted. The kiss was broken and Sallyarin gently pushed her away and turned her towards Davidus. Sabina realised that he had removed his toga and was now sitting on the floor totally naked, his cock standing up proud and true. Sallyarin gently tugged at the lower half of her tunica and it fell to the floor with a rustle. She stepped out of it, enjoying Davidus' gaze on her naked and deflowered body. Sallyarin took her by the hand and led her to him. She turned her round and gently lowered her to the floor so that Sabina was sitting in Davidus' lap, his cock pushing into the small of her back. Sallyarin smiled and walked into the centre of the room. "I seem to be the only one here not naked." she said "I will rectify that now!" Sallyarin slowly unbuttoned her peplos at the shoulder. In the small of her back, Sabina could feel Davidus' manhood press further. He too was enjoying the sight of his lover get slowly naked. Sabina reclined further against him, her head just to the right of his. Slowly his hands enveloped her, one just above and the other just below her breasts, adding enough pressure for them to be squeezed gently. Sallyarin looked down at the naked pair before her and then allowed the peplos to fall to the floor. Sabina breathed easily as she saw the naked form of her new mistress. Her gaze took in the well rounded, large breasts, her smooth stomach and the small amount of hair around her pubic area. Sallyarin walked to where they were lying and got down on all fours, crawling the last few steps of the short distance towards them. She extended a hand and caressed, gently, Sabina's naked stomach. Sabina closed her eyes and enjoyed the smooth touch of this woman. She felt Davidus move his lower hand away from her body and then felt Sallyarin's against the underside of her right breast. Sabina wanted this woman to taste the arousal that was emerging from between her legs. Her breathing was getting deep and very relaxed as she felt Sallyarin's warm touch move from her large breast, over her stomach and then down between her legs, finding her clitoris easily. "Do you want me to kiss you?" whispered Sallyarin "You know I do." replied Sabina. Sabina was expecting a kiss on her mouth and she almost climaxed when she felt the mouth and tongue of her mistress invade her private area. Sabina arched her back, letting the other woman have full access to her cunt and felt Davidus kissing the side of her neck, his hands at first squeezing her breasts from above and below and then tweaking and pinching the nipples. Sabina opened her legs wider and gasped as Sallyarin probed her most intimate area with her tongue. Just as Sabina was about to climax she withdrew. Sabina's whole body was shacking, ready to erupt but she held back for a second. Then she felt the fingers of Sallyarin slide between her thighs and straight into her body and the orgasm that she had been holding on to since these two women had first met, erupted. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," gasped Sabina as she felt her mistress push her digits all the way inside and stretched gently against the walls of her cunt. After a few moments of the most wonderful and erotic high that Sabina had ever experienced, Sallyarin pulled her fingers out and finally kissed Sabina on the lips. Sabina could taste her own musky juices on the other woman's lips. They then changed places. Sabina was no longer scared about exporing the naked forms of her new keepers and she was going to enjoy the night that lay ahead. Sallyarin lay down on the floor next to Sabina and kissed her gently. Sabina was still coming down from the erotic high that she had just been on. She had never allowed herself to go so far with another woman before or stripped naked before either a man or a woman. And she had certainly never given permission for a woman to pleasure her in such a delightfully erotic manner. Sallyarin kissed the side of Sabina's neck and let her hand trace over the other woman's diamond hard tit. "Will you do the same for me?" asked Sallyarin. "Whatever you desire, mistress." whispered Sabina. "Then stand up!" Sabina did as she was ordered and looked down at the reclining form of Davidus. His eyes were closed but his manhood stood erect and true. She stared at it, hungrily, longing to have it in her mouth. Sallyarin drew close and let her hand smooth over the other woman. Sabina loved the warm touch of Sallyarin's hands against her breasts. "You have a fine body, Sabina." breathed Sallyarin. "I liked pleasuring you with my tongue. Now I want your tongue inside me." Sabina decided to take control and took her mistress by the hand. She beckoned for Davidus to move to one side. In the cleared space, Sallyarin reclined back. She put her hands above her head so that her breasts flattened out but were still erect. Davidus got to his feet and stood beside Sabina. He took her in his arms, letting his hands slide between her legs, feeling the hot sticky moistness of her cum. "Spread your legs wide." order Sabina and her mistress did so, exposing her sex for them both to see. Sabina got down and started to kiss the inside Sallyarin's legs, slowly. Sabina wanted to extract as much pleasure from the other woman. She had made her wait for this night and now Sabina was not going to be as slow. She would make it fast and hot. In a few seconds her mouth was on Sallyarin's clitoris, flicking it with her tongue and grazing it with her teeth. Sallyarin released a yelp of orgasmic joy as she felt the other woman's tongue slide between her legs. Sabina could feel the hot juices of Sallyarin. Sallyarin threw back her head and climaxed fully in Sabina's face. Sabina swallowed as much of the other woman's cum as she could. Davidus slowly pulled Sabina to her feet and kissed her slowly on the lips. Sallyarin was soon at her side, her hands snaking round Sabina's body from behind and squeezing her nipples. Davidus bent his head and started to suck on them and Sabina almost climaxed again as she felt her master's hot tongue on the searing hot peak. She felt her knees go weak but Sallyarin supported her and would not let her fall. Davidus' hand slid between her legs and Sabina felt his probing digits invade her warm body easily. She gently pushed him away and looked to where Sallyarin was, sitting with her legs spread wide. Davidus scooped Sabina's naked form into his arms and walked over to her. He gently lowered her to the ground, her head between Sallarin's legs. When she was in position, Sallyarin enclosed her legs around Sabina, her feet grazing the other woman's breasts. Davidus kissed Sabina on the warm fuzz of pubic hair between her legs and she smiled, knowing what was going to happen next. What she expected was for him to ease gently between her thighs. Instead, he slammed his rock hard manhood into her swollen cunt. "Aaaaggggh!" she gasped, a mixture of pleasure and shock as she spread her legs wide to allow Davidus more room. She realised that with the next thrust, her head would be pushed against Sallyarin's sex, pleasuring the other woman. Davidus withdrew as suddenly as he had thrust. Sabina prepared for the next push inside. When he did, she threw her head back and kissed the inside of Sallyarin's thigh. Sallyarin gasped and climaxed. Sabina enjoyed the feel of her master's hot, throbbing muscle as it slid easily inside. She closed her eyes and felt him pull out but then he pushed further and harder than he had done before. Sabina gasped as his hot cum squirted deep inside her body and she came again and again. His cock stayed inside her until he had climaxed fully and then he slowly drew himself out. Sallyarin was still close to cumming but not quite. Sabina made room for her and Davidus fucked her as hard as he had fucked Sabina, making Sallyarin climax again and as violently as her female counterpart. Sabina closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep as her new master and mistress started to make love to each other all over again. She would join in with them again later but for now, she was happy and content to drift off into a deep sleep, smiling at the memory of what had occurred during the evening. For the moment she would sleep and then eat and then......Sabina smiled knowing what would happen again after that. I freely admit that this story may not be historically accurate. If you have enjoyed it, please vote for it. I always welcome feedback and new ideas, so feel free to email me. Sabina, Sallyarin & the Gladiator Sabina awoke to a glorious sunny morning. She stretched luxuriously on the soft bed, realizing that she was completely naked from the night before. It still seemed like a dream to her. The previous day she had been a slave who had been taken so many times that she had come to take sex as little more than an opportunity to be humiliated by various over weight masters. Her new owners, Davidius and Sallyarin were different. They had undressed her slowly and then each had made love to her in turn, allowing Sabina to climax in an erotic rush. She threw back the covers of her sleeping area and walked over to the shutters and opened them quickly, enjoying the hot, Mediterranean sun on her naked body. She looked out over the fields and olive groves. In the distance she could see several farm workers already toiling in the heat. Sabina turned as the door opened and Sallyarin entered. She was a tall, blonde haired woman with well shaped breasts but unlike Sabina, she was clothed in a clean stola. In the past, Sabina would have tried to cover her nakedness up but now she was happy to allow Sallyarin to look at her all over. She walked over to where Sabina stood. "Good morning, Sabina." "Good morning, mistress." "Sabina, you are to call your master and mistress by our names." "Yes, miss....." Sabian stopped herself and Sallyarin smiled. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" asked Sallyarin. "Yes, Sallyarin." "Good. Be dressed and outside quickly. You and I are going into the local town. Do you like gladiators?" "I have never seen them but know them by reputation." "The bad news is that we're not going to see them fight. The good news is that we're going to see something else." Sallyarin pulled Sabina close and kissed her, gently grabbing Sabina's breast and tweaking it very gently. Sabina felt Sallyarin's fingers enclosing around her nipple, starting to rub her tit. She closed her eyes, enjoying the way her mistress' soft touch aroused her. Sabina began to sense a damp patch between her legs and would gladly have let her mistress play with her nipple all day but she broke the kiss and gently pushed her away. "Get dressed, Sabina." ordered Sallyarin "there will be time for more soon." Sallyarin walked out and closed the door behind her. A few minutes later, Sabina was outside, dressed much like her mistress in a fresh, clean stola. The ride into town was uneventful over the bumpy track and they soon found themselves at the town's arena, a tiny place compared to the Coliseum in Rome. They climbed down from the cart and went inside. They were led down a dark passageway until they came to a barred gateway. The keeper opened it, bowed slightly to Sallyarin and then made to leave. "I shall return in one hour," he said "enjoy your self." Sallyarin gave him a small bag of coins and then the man left. They were alone for a few minutes and then they were joined by a gladiator, clothed only a simple robe. Sabina could see that underneath the robe, the man was powerfully built. He was tall and strong, with blonde hair. He nodded to Sallyarin. "Have you been granted your freedom, Demetrius?" asked Sallyarin. "Not yet. A few more days and shall be a free man again. I shall return to what is left of my land. Who is this fair young maid?" asked Demetrius. "She is called Sabina." Demetrius walked over to Sabina and ran his hand over her face. She liked the rough touch of his hand. "How long have you been a gladiator?" asked Sabina. "Too long. I was captured in battle by the Romans and was deemed fit enough to fight in the arena." "And he fights well." said Sallyarin. "I have seen him fight on many occasions. Do you remember what happened the last time?" "Yes." "Demetrius, take off your clothes." "No." "You're not free yet. And I have paid well for this hour with you. There are many noble Roman women who pay for your services. And you are still a slave." Demetrius dropped his shoulders and then took off his tunic in one smooth movement. Sabina gasped at the man's naked form. Demetrius was more muscled than she had realized, developed from many hours fighting for his life in the arena. She allowed her gaze to take in his manhood which was large and erect. She swallowed, imagining that monster forcing its way down her throat. If Sallyarin had been loved by this man, then she must have enjoyed every minute of it. He walked over to Sallyarin and kissed her. After a few moments, she pushed him away and walked behind Sabina. Sabina knew what was going to happen next and she relaxed as her mistress kissed her on the side of her neck. Sallyarin's hands smoothed down to Sabina'a abdomen. "He's going to make love to you. Open your eyes!" Sabina did as she was order and could see that the gladiator was standing before her, his cock erect and ready to please. She felt Sallyarin's hand at her shoulder's and then the straps on her stola were slowly eased off. "Mistress, I am quite capable of undressing myself," whispered Sabina. Against one wall was a small wooden bench and she walked languorously over to it. She sat down and slipped off the straps of her stola, easing it down until gently until her breasts were displayed for the pleasure of those present, her dark red nipples erect and full of erotic promise. Sabina spread pulled the garment up over her thighs and spread her legs wide. She put a hand down to her sex and began to rub, enjoying the erotic thrill as she felt her cunt grow wet and swollen. She closed her eyes and let her fingers explore the silky hairs around her vagina and began to dip inside and out. Sabina was almost ready to cum when she felt the gladiator's hands around her wrist pull them away from her pleasure zone. She opened her eyes and found the man kneeling on the floor in front of her. Sallyarin was standing behind him, deeply aroused by the spectacle before her. Sabina leaned back against the wall as the man traced over her burning tits with the backs of his hands. She gasped at the rough palms as they slowly manipulated round the red mounds. Sabina thrust her hips upwards and allowed Demetrius to pull her stola to the floor. She gazed hungrily at his erect cock, full of longing to feel it either in her mouth or burrowing deep within her. She licked her lips. Sabina allowed her gaze to travel from the man over to Sallyarin. "He has a fine manhood, doesn't he, Sabina?" asked Sallyarin. "Yes, mistress." "It will be inside you soon enough. I remember the first time he made love to me." She paused, remembering that time. "He chained me up in this very room, and then he took off my stola." Sallyarin was now whispering by Sabina's naked shoulder. She kissed it. Sabina closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling the warm breath of her mistress against her skin. Sallyarin gently lifted up the slave's arms and gently squeezed Sabina's breasts, pinching the nipples tightly. "He certainly wasn't tender. He just stripped me naked and slammed inside. I climaxed again and again until I could give no more." Sallyarin walked over to Sabina, taking off her stola as she came and sat down next to her. She pushed Sabina down gently and her hands slid between the slave's legs. Sabina's cunt was so wet and swollen that she felt as if she was going to climax explosively when she felt Sallyarin's digits between her legs, sliding up her inner thigh. She gasped as the smooth fingers of her mistress felt along to her apex, smoothing to the valley of pink flesh. Sabina moaned softly as the tips of Sallyarin's fingers probed remorselessly at her dewy gate. Sabina leaned back against the wall, her inhibitions dissolving, helpless to resist and her senses aroused to their utter limit. Sabina spread her legs wider, allowing her mistress greater access to her mound. Sallyarin pushed all the way inside, stretching Sabina's cunt, probing the pink flesh until the slave was almost ready to explode. Sallyarin pulled out and gently kissed the mound of Sabina's breast, gently at first, flicking her tit with the very tip of her tongue. She cupped Sabina's handful-sized tits, enjoying the softness of her naked body and the feel of her stiff little buds beneath Sallyarin's hands, massaging it gently. Kissing her way around Sabina's exquisite breasts, she took her distended nipples into her hot mouth and drew out a long, loud groan of erotic, orgasmic joy. Sallyarin sucked long and hard on one erect red nipple and then transferred her mouth to the other tight bud. As her mistress continued to suck, Sabina's whole body quivered at the feeling of Sallyarin's hot mouth and tongue playing with her breasts. The other woman gently pulled away, grazing Sabina's bud with her teeth. Sabina moaned a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. She wanted her mistress to carry on until she could hold herself no long and enjoy a volcanic climax. Sallyarin laid her flat on the hard wooden bench and started to kiss down her body, beginning at her forehead. Sabina had forgotten all about the gladiator. She glanced over to him. He was standing against the wall, his erect cock standing proud and true. She wasn't sure but she certainly felt an erotic thrill being naked before a complete stranger for the first time. Sallyarin dragged her tongue over Sabina's body. When the tip came into contact with the areolas around her tits, she yelped, feeling her mound grow even moister than it was already. Knowing how pleasuring this was, Sallyarin flicked her nipples several times, gently tracing circles around the swollen areola before kissing down her stomach. Sabina spread her legs wide and let her mistress have full access to her sex. She felt the warm breath of her mistress on her pussy before her tongue slid between Sabina's legs. Sallyarin found her clitoris and grazed it gently with her teeth before her tongue plunged deep into Sabina's wet cunt, finding her g-spot with the very tip, plunging in and out of her most secret area. Sabina wrapped a long leg round her shoulder, pulling her mistress closer and deeper, thrusting her sex upwards until she could not hold back any longer. She arched her back, her rock hard tits pointing up to the ceiling and climaxed with wave upon wave of shuddering spasms, whole body moving to the tongue lashing of her mistress, releasing juice straight in the mouth and face of Sallyarin. Sabina's pussy contracted tight around the tongue which stimulated her even more. Her breathing was coming in ragged breaths as she concentrated on the deep rubbing of the female tongue in her slit. Sabina tried to pull away but her mistress grabbed hold of her pert bottom and pulled down, forcing her tongue deeper into her pussy. She climaxed again, this time moaning even louder than last time, gasping her pleasure out. "Ohhhh, nnnnnyyyyaaaaaagghhhhh!" moaned the slave. When her orgasm had subsided, Sallyarin slowly removed her tongue from her slave's cunt, gently kissing kissed Sabina full on the moist lips of her sex when she was all the way out. She then kissed up the naked body before planting a passionate kiss on Sabina's mouth. The slave could taster her own musty juice. She reached out a hand a gently caressed her mistress' tight nipple. Sallyarin broke the kiss and stood up, beckoning the gladiator to come over. Sabina propped herself up on one elbow, soaked in sweat, her heavy breasts hanging down. She looked up at the gladiator; his big, thick manhood was still erect and knew that it would soon be buried deep within her. Sabina lay back on the bench and closed her eyes. She was slowly coming down from one of the wildest, wettest orgasms she had ever experienced, and she relaxed, remembering the feeling of cumming hard and without fear. "I think she's ready for you," she heard Sallyarin say. Demetrius roughly dragged Sabina up from the bench. She could feel the hard rock of his manhood press into the small of her back. She stood there, quivering with fear, wondering whether this would be not an enjoyable session of love making but a violent coupling, arrange merely to provide sport for the gladiator and her mistress. She closed her eyes, her mind trying to shut out memories of the past as well as the present. Then she felt his hands start to squeeze her diamond hard tits. It felt so good, his warm digits probing her breasts. After a few minutes she allowed her hand to travel behind her, searching out that magnificently erect cock she had seen earlier. He scooped her off her feet and laid her back down on the bench. She closed her eyes. Then she felt two separate tongues on her nipples. Her pussy quivered with delight and it aroused her once more. She opened her eyes and saw Sallyarin sucking on her left tit while Demetrius was busy at the other nipple, biting down hard. Pain and pleasure coursed through her being as her tits were simultaneously abused and adored. She felt his hand on her stomach, and then it was at the top of her sex, tickling round her pubic hair. She opened her legs, letting him find his way to her cunt. She felt the rough edge of his fingers brush against the erect stub of her clitoris. She breathed in languorously when he started to rub the top of her slit. The thought of his big, thick cock slamming deep into her mound made her want him even more. Sabina realized that her left nipples were no longer being sucked and she reached down to pinch the dark red tit. At that moment she felt her legs being forced wide apart and Demetrius thrust his erect cock into her wet mound. Sabina gasped at glorious feeling of the manhood she had longed for burrowing deep. She had never felt a cock as wonderfully big and wide as this. He had looked good naked but she did not realize how big he was. It must have been at least eight inches long and two inches wide. He impaled her on that prick without mercy, grinding into her. Sabina remembered that her mistress had said just before they started making love. "I remember the first time he made love to me. He certainly wasn't tender. He just stripped me naked and slammed inside. I climaxed again and again until I could give no more." Sallyarin had certainly been right about that. Davidius had been tender to her in the past but this was something different and more dangerous. Demetrius was rough and dangerous, banging away at her pussy. She loved the sensation of being fucked by this muscled, handsome man. Sabina turned her head and saw that her mistress was on the floor, her legs spread wide, fingering her own slit, a smile of sheer joy on her face. Then she pulled one finger out and sucked on it greedily. This was so erotic that Sabina climaxed again, just as Demetrius slammed into her again, burying his shaft all the way inside her. She moved up and down on the bench, the muscles of her cunt flexing with each thrust. His prick felt so hot and wide that she felt he could go no further into her but then he pulled out and pushed into again, going to the top of her cervix. She thought he was going to erupt but then he withdrew again. She expected him to penetrate her again but he didn't. Sabina lay on the bench, gasping. Suddenly she felt the warm fingers of Sallyarin invade her mouth. She looked up and saw her mistress standing by her side. She could taste the other woman's musky scent. It was then that Demetrius entered her for the final time. He rode her and fucked her hard, pushing his cock all the way inside to the top of her cervix while Sallyarin's fingers danced around her lips. Sabina could not stand it a moment longer and she climaxed hard, her juices gushing out of wet pussy as Demetrius erupted his cum just as he was pushing to the very apex of his thrust. Sabina felt as if she was going to explode with joy as she came again and again, never wanting this moment to end. She felt his thick manhood slide out of her cunt, enjoying the feel of the gladiator's prick. She lay there for a second and then a slammed into her again. She wasn't prepared and it felt gloriously hot as she bucked her hips up, welcoming him in to her warmth. Their hips were locked together and finally he withdrew when neither of them could give any more. Sabina lay on the bench, gasping. Demetrius sat down on the bench, his cock still erect and slick with her juice. Sallyarin walked over to them. "You two seemed to enjoy that. Did you know that while you were making love, I touched myself until I came as well." "We didn't notice, Sallyarin." gasped Sabina. Sallyarin's fingers slowly traced over the erect nipples of Sabina. Sabina closed her eyes again, the featherlite touch of her mistress arousing her again. Sallyaring kissed down her stomach, flicking the slave's naked body. Her tongue darted in and out of Sabina's navel. Sabina spread her legs wide, inviting her mistress to taste her juice and whatever cum that was left from Demetrius. "We must go soon," whispered Sallyarin "But mistress, he has only made love to you." "I was pleasured enough watching you two mate like a pair of wild animals." The tongue invaded her cunt and Sabina gasped at her mistress eating her out. Suddently she heard a noise and felt the tongue torn away from her. She opened her eyes and saw that Sallyarin was in the arms of the gladiator, who was kissing her passionately. Sallyarin must have got dressed while Sabina had been impaled on Demetrius' manhood. The slave pushed the other woman against the wall. Sallyarin smiled a look of erotic deviousness on her face. The gladiator reached out and quickly pulled the down straps from the other woman's shoulders. With a shrug, Sallyaring was naked again. "You didn't think you would get out of here without me making love to you first, Sallyarin." Sallyarin pulled him close, her legs spread wide. Demetrius' cock was erect once again and was stroking the outside of the lips around the others woman's pleasure zone. "You know how I like it. Do it to me now!" commanded Sallyarin as she wrapped her long legs around his naked, sweat drenched body. She began to move in conjunction with his thrusts, each probing lunge greeted with a gasp. He started quickly and began to move more and more incessantly. Sabina would have called it more a rape than an act of lovemaking until she caught the wild look of passion being released from her mistress. The gladiator forced his cock into Sallyarin's hole, spreading her legs wide which she wrapped around his middle. It was wonderful watching the pair lock together and Sabina let her hand slide down. She started to masturbate, slowly at first but getting faster and faster as the fucking between her mistress and Demetrius increased in speed. This was no slow, tender moment that she before. This was a man giving a woman what she desired most, a swift, brutal, rough fuck. Sallyarin gasped as she felt the man's rock push into her dark space. She pushed her hips forward, demanding all that the gladiator could give. Demetirus' mouth was on her tits, sucking as Sallyarin felt the moist walls of her cunt give him admittance. Once he was inside there was no stopping him and Sallyarin moaned and gasped and shrieked with pleasure. She threw back her head and experienced a savage climax, cumming hard, like she the first time she had been fucked by this wild, muscled beast of a man. Sabina's finger's probed round her sex, pinching her clitoris. Just as Sallyarin had cum, so did Sabina, enjoying the primal rush of carnality that was erupting about her. With one final, screaming gasp Sallyarin climaxed one final time as she was impaled on Demetrius' manhood. There was a knock on the door and Sabina realized that their time was finished. Demetrius opened the door and left. Sallyarin collapsed into the open arms of Sabina. They kissed, long, slow and with passion, the slave lets her hand caress her mistress' naked breasts. Sallyarin broke the kiss. Sabina, Sallyarin & the Gladiator "Let's go to the baths. I know a quiet place where we can be alone." They dressed quickly before leaving the room. Outside, the day was hot and sunny. Sabina had never been to a bath house before but she had a feeling it would not be the last and she had a feeling that Sallyarin would enjoy the time there just as much as she would. Sabina Oh was all I could think of saying. Smiling she told me not to worry. She started kissing me again and soon I wasn't. Riding me lightly she seemed to be doing something behind her back as she kept smiling at me. She slid off of me and after a while I could feel her rolling the condom onto my staff. Taking the opportunity to squeeze it a bit, to masturbate me and play a little with my sack. Still holding onto my sensitive staff she turned towards me again. Smiling widely she seemed to be aiming my member at another orifice. Pressing it in slowly, endlessly teasing me as she held onto it and aimed it in. Making me grind my teeth as she smiled at me, impatiently waiting for it to enter fully. Weakly trying to push it in quicker until she waived a finger at me and told me to stop. Both of us moaning as it slid in further. She sat right up in the end to force it in completely. I couldn't keep myself from reaching up to caress her bosom. Weak arms reaching up to wondrous soft yet not hanging breasts. Feeling them inside my hands. Smiling as I caressed her she starts moving up and down. The tighter pressure around my member making it feel like my eyes want to escape their sockets. As my hands travel down along her sides to her hips she caresses her own bosom, squeezing her breasts with one hand as she ruffles her own hair with the other. Such an image of lust that rides me. She leans back a while, exposing her wet yet empty cunt towards me. I just have to extend a hand to caress it even as my staff feels like it's breaking. Playing with my thumb in her juices and gently brushing up against her enlarged clit. Feeling that need harder and harder as my energy's somewhat returning. She leans, almost falls forward. Straight into a deep kiss. Feeding off my lips for an eternity of bliss. Caressing my head and hair all the while as my hands move over hips and bottom and lovely back. Wishing they could be everywhere at once. Squeezing her tight towards me so that I can get to feel her against every part of my torso, her sweaty skin against every part of mine. She pushes herself up, pushing me down. Sitting up straight and then moving around on my member, revolving on top of it in a moment of pain and bliss. Her back towards me I can see it glistening with sweat. I want to lick it allover. She leans back, supporting herself on her hands as she almost lies down on my chest. Kissing her neck because to not to do so is impossible, feasting on her skin as she moans on top of me and my member goes crazy. I slide my hands up onto her so I can caress her thighs. Caressing the insides of her thighs a bit all the way in to her cunt, her empty and hungry cunt. As she's loosing her balance on top of me, resting more and more on me, I bring back a hand to lick it and then use it to masturbate her. Sliding a couple of fingers into her. I lick a few fingers on my other hand too before using it to caress her left breast and nipple. Breathing in her hair and loving it's scent. I bring back my right hand, licking it again to taste her before returning it to it's rightful place. She's moaning more and more and I'm feeling impressed. So deep is her ability for desire, for lust and passion. My pelvis counter-thrusting more and more now that I've moved my feet up to support it. Her strangle-hold on my member just making everything else feel better. Feeling that urge grow larger and more desperate I just want to accelerate unto and into the stars. Just shaking and thrusting myself and her into tiny pieces. Making love until we crumble. Leaning her head to the side so I can kiss the corner of her mouth she tells me to rise up, to enter her from behind. No demand of hers could suit me better. I rise up with her on top of me, helping her push up. Kissing her before she starts bending over in front of me. Never sliding out of her. Gripping her hips I start my rhythm, unsure of how fast I could or should go but happy every time she tells me to go faster. The need is taking over. That need to procreate, the need for release. That need to come. Faster and harder. My forehead soon as sweaty as her back. Caressing her hips. Smiling to myself as I think of licking my right hand again and caressing her with it. Such a wondrous reward in her moans. The second time is harder, but also more necessary. Craving more effort yet also sweeter. Thrusting and pumping harder. Using her arms she pushes back at me, counter-thrusting to get where she's going faster. Both of us going insane from forbidden pleasure. Biting my lip just to keep from going out of my mind. She chews at the sheets for a while, bringing them to her lips and biting hard. Muffling her moans. Shaking and shuddering as we move on, thrusting into her harder and harder until she looses her grip on the sheets and moans out loud. Feeling those warnings from the bottom of my spine to the very top of my head, radiating outwards into my whole body. She's moaning louder and harder now than she did even whilst I licked her. Screaming out that she's on her way to oblivion. Soon I'll meet her there. Cramping here and there in my body, afraid I'll leave a mark on her hip or thigh. Sweat dripping down from my back onto my clenched buttocks. Panting like a runner on a marathon. Biting into my lip so hard I fear breaking the skin. I feel myself shuddering allover, she's shaking in my hands. I could only suppose she's loosing control over herself as much as I am. harder and faster, stopping is impossible now. Every limb tensing up, cramping as the body obsesses over reaching it's goal. it feels like I go cross-eyed as I start to come. My hand between her legs working faster and faster as she moans out that she's coming. And then release. All that pleasure that's built up inside both from the first time and the second, all that effort, comes rushing back and floods every part of me. Drowning me in relaxation until my legs are turned to over-cooked pasta. Thrusting on until my body's completely drained, empty of even the small reserves I had left after the first one. For a few seconds afterwards I support myself on her, then we both collapse, side by side. Collapsing into panting kisses, short of breath as our lips and tongues struggle to meet. Despite being so close to her and even inside of her my member can't help but deflate this time. Shrinking and slightly sore from excessive use. leaving the condom on until I've got enough strength to throw it away. We lie there resting for a while, picking ourselves together. She asks me if I'm happy that I decided to obey her, I can think of nothing else but to answer in the overwhelmingly positive. Telling her it was the best decision of my life. Coming just short of declaring my love then and there and asking for her hand in marriage... even though part of me wants to... As we regain our strength she gets up and then offers me a bottle of mineral water from the minibar, taking another one herself. Lying down as I'm still feeling drained I accept. When I move as if to get up she tells me to stay. Telling her I'm needed back at work she tells me she'll explain if there's any questions. The sense of relief I get when I she gives me an excuse not to leave her is beyond description. Gladly I slide back down into bed with her. Lying there cuddling. After a while I begin feeling drowsy and then I just fall asleep... I'm awakened by a touch. Lying on my belly I can feel fingertips running along my spine, sliding from the pit just above where my buttocks meet all the way up to my neck. Gently sliding, teasingly gently and sensuously teasing. I open my eyes and there she is. I can't help but smile. She's lying half-sitting with her back up against the headrest next to me, wearing a dressing gown and holding some papers. I feel a tad chilly and realise as I look around that the covers have been pulled down exposing my whole back and about half my buttocks. No doubt so she could caress my naked skin. the thought makes me smile again. She starts talking and tells me that I'm now hers. Sure I answer. She says that I don't understand, that now she owns me. I try laughing it off but she tells me I should be more careful about what papers I sign. Telling me that those I signed weren't about just any business but in effect I signed on to do whatever she wanted me to for the next five years. As I look at her in disbelief she shows me the papers. In harsh terms they outline exactly what she's said. With heavy penalty clauses they outline basically a slave's contract, without using the actual word. Examining them for any holes I see that they've been notarised by a public official, I even recognise the signature and realise that there is no escape. Amused by my look of disbelief she takes the papers away from me and then rolls me over on my back. Climbing on top of me she takes my member in her hand and sitting on top of me she proclaims it to be hers, stating that she now owns me. She leans down and kisses me aggressively. Seconds before the kiss in the back of my mind there's a part that just don't want to believe it. But as her lips meet mine and I've just gotten a good look inside of her dressing gown I can't help but think that maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all... Sabine I am an exhibitionist. Or maybe better, I like to be naked or nearly naked outside or in public places. I get scared shitless if I think I am going to be caught, but I put myself in situations where I could be caught. I think it is the thrill of knowing that someone could see me that makes me keep doing it. It all began back in high school, my senior year and I was eighteen. I was a snotty little girl back then, always making smart remarks and pissing people off. Then one night my girlfriends had too much and started me on the road to where I now am. Four of us had gone to a drive in theater and I was being my usual smart-ass self on the way and while we were there. Finally one of my friends told me to shut up or she was going to make me shut up. Of course I thought it was just her talking and ignored her. We were about two-thirds of the way back from the screen and there were cars all around us. I kept up my smart mouth and finally, after a couple more threats, she grabbed me (we were in the back seat) and pulled me over her knees. I started laughing which made her angrier, and she smacked my ass a few times. It didn't hurt through my clothes that much and I smart mouthed her once again. That really tore it. She pushed my head down between her legs, her left leg holding me down, my butt in the air over her right knee. She reached under my waist and scrabbled at the button on my pants. She got it undone and yanked my zipper down. Then she grabbed my pants in the back and started yanking on them, pulling them down my butt. I was helpless and started to kick and yell, but she ignored me. My two other friends in the front seat turned to see what was going on and the one holding me down told them to lend a hand. In no time, three sets of hands were at my pants. All the wiggling, kicking and screaming I was doing did nothing to keep my pants up. My pants were soon at my ankles, tangled up and held on by my shoes and socks. I was still squirming and trying to kick, but it did me no good. I felt my shoes come off and then my socks. One of them told me to shut up or I was going to attract attention as my pants were pulled off one leg. I took a deep breath to scream again and then thought of what I would look like if someone came by the car. The scream died in my throat as the other pant leg slipped off me. Now I was telling them that this wasn't funny and let me up. The only response to that was something that made me start to cry. Someone had grabbed the waistband of my panties, and began to pull them down also. I was trying to get a hand on my panties to hold them on, but I couldn't get to it. I felt the fabric sliding over my ass and down my legs. Now I was getting panicky and blubbering so much they couldn't understand me anyway. My panties slid down and I began sobbing as I felt them slip over my feet. I was naked from the waist down. I was embarrassed, my face was hot and I was begging them to stop and give me my pants back. I was ignored. I felt hands on my sides and she let my upper body loose, but the hands grabbed me, pulling me up and against the back of the front seat. Through my blurry, tear-filled eyes I could see other cars around us. I hunched down as much as I could. I felt around for my pants, thinking they would be on the floor, but I couldn't feel anything but the two pairs of hands. They grabbed the bottom of my tank top and began to pull it up. All three of them were laughing at me. I tried, god I tried, to keep my top on, but they had me. It wasn't long before my top was over my bra. They grabbed my arms and pulled them up and the girl in the back seat with me looked in my eyes. I knew I had lost. She took hold of my top and with my arms held up she pulled it over my head. My friends in the front seat let go of my arms and yanked it off me. With only my bra on now I scrunched down as much as I could on the floor, but they grabbed me and pulled me up again. I was still squirming around as I felt her reach behind me and feel for the catch on my bra. I began to blubber again, reaching back to try and protect the catch. Too late! The catch popped open and she pulled at the front of my bra. The straps held on my shoulders for a moment and then it was being pulled off me. I tried to catch it, I really did, but she got it off me and tossed it into the front seat. I tried to cover up and scrunch down when one of the front doors opened and the interior light came on. I squeaked and huddled down even farther. The door slammed and then the trunk popped open, then slammed shut. The door opened again and then shut. I was bare ass naked in a car at a drive in theater. "Sit up on the seat, bitch." I looked at her, horrified. "I mean it. Sit up or I'll push you out." I sat up, knees clenched together and both arms over my chest. "Move your knees apart and sit on your hands." I just stared at her until she leaned over and reached for the door handle. I immediately opened my legs and my hands were under my butt. I sat staring at her as she smiled and leaned back. "I want my clothes." "Oh shut up. You've been a bitch all night and I for one I am tired of your mouth. Shut up and watch the movie." "But I'm naked." "So? If it will keep your mouth shut I'm all for it. Now shut up and give us some peace and quiet." I huddled back in the seat. Now I was scared and embarrassed, but I could feel my nipples tightening up and even felt my pussy getting moist. I was getting excited because I was naked in a public place. They made me sit naked through the rest of the movies and all the way back to town. We were staying at one of their houses. Their parents weren't at home. When they pulled into the driveway, they got out. I huddled down because the interior lights came on again. "My clothes, my clothes." "Get out." I slipped out of the car, bending over to hide my naked body, covering up with my hands and arms. I heard the trunk open and glanced over. I saw my clothes picked up and they headed off to the house, leaving me standing naked. I was in a daze until I realized they were leaving me and then I squeaked again and dashed behind them, my butt jiggling and boobs bouncing. At the door they made like they were going to leave me outside and I started bawling. Laughing, they let me inside, but still kept my clothes. They made me sit naked with them, grinning at me while I blushed and kept my mouth shut. "Learn a lesson tonight?" "Y-y-yes." "Going to be mouthy again?" "N-n-no." Finally they gave me my clothes and I hurriedly dressed. My nipples never went down and I could feel the wetness between my legs. I stayed wet all night long. That was the first time that I had ever been naked in a public place. Even though it wasn't my idea and I had been scared to death, it excited me. I never told anyone how it affected me. I was a good girl for quite a while, not being a snot or a smart-ass. But eventually I couldn't keep being good and I even think subconsciously I let my mouth go off on purpose. This time we were at a cabin and not only was it the other girls and myself but guys were there too. I started getting mouthy again. I saw my girlfriends looking at me but I thought nothing of it. My mouth kept going until the three of them grabbed my arms and dragged me into the water. I got pulled out to shoulder depth and as I looked at them my stomach dropped. I started babbling. "No, no, no, god no!" The guys were looking at us funny. I felt hands at the clasp of my top and I began to struggle to get away. Two of them held me and the third unhooked my top and I started to bawl as she pulled it down my arms and off. I was really struggling now, my voice cracking, as I kept babbling no. I felt them lift me up and I looked at her as her hands felt for my bottoms. My legs were kicking, but in water they didn't kick as hard or fast as they would if we were on land. I felt her hands on my hips and then my bottoms were coming down. I was crying as my pussy came bare. I stopped kicking and clamped my legs together to try and hold up my bottoms, but it was no use. My bottoms came down and off. As soon as she had them off me, she waved them in the air and I was let go. The three of them headed for shore with my swimsuit, leaving me naked in the water. The guys were looking at the four of us strangely. Until my three friends walked out of the water and dropped my suit on my towel. Their eyes watched my suit hit my towel and then their eyes went to me, standing shoulder deep in the water. With a whoop from all four of the guys, they stood and started running for the water. I screamed and began to swim to shore as fast as I could. Of course I couldn't beat them and had to endure guy's hands all over me until I got out of the water, bare-naked and ran for my towel. I was blushing and bawling at the same time. I knew what a sight I had to be making for them. I felt my ass jiggling as I ran with one arm over my boobs and the other clamped over my pussy. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself. Humiliated, I ran for the cabin and hid in a bedroom, listening to them laughing at me. Finally, I dressed and rejoined them on the beach. One of my friends held up my suit. "Lose something, Sabine?" I blushed beet red and everyone laughed at me. Even humiliated as I was, my nipples were erect and my pussy was seeping. I tried to act normally, but every time I looked at one of the guys, I would blush. My girlfriends ragged on me about being a flasher and showing off for the guys. That was the second time I ended up naked. A few weeks later we were at a party and someone decided we should play truth or dare. The game was going fine until it came to me. The other girls decided that I could only take dares. There was going to be no truth for me, just the truth that I was most likely going to be humiliated again or I was going to have leave the party. I looked around the circle of my friends, both girls and guys. I felt my nipples tighten again and I knew my pussy would be wet once more. I blushed red again and sat, quietly waiting for my first dare. My stomach clenched as I looked around the circle of faces, all of them grinning at me. I closed my eyes, shivering, and then opened them again. The grins were even bigger. One of my friends looked at me. "Go in the next room, take off your top and pants and drop them in the doorway. Then take off your underwear and toss them in here. Then you can put your top and pants back on, in that order." I looked at her, begging with my eyes, but there was no mercy there for me. None appeared on anyone else's faces either. I shivered again, but I wasn't going to let them get to me any more than they had already. I stood on shaking legs and walked into the next room. I hurriedly pulled off my shoes and then my pants and top. I dropped them in the doorway. Then I unclasped my bra and slipped it off, tossing it back into the room my friends were in. I yanked my panties down and off and tossed them into the room. Then I bent and grabbed my top, pulling it on. For a few moments I stood, naked from the waist down, almost hoping someone would come through the doorway to see my pussy hair and bare ass. They were giggling. I bent for my pants and pulled them on, almost disappointed that no one came to peek at me. Blushing hard I came back in, seeing my undies being passed around by the guys. I gasped in shock, although I should have known that would happen. I slowly walked back to my spot and sat, blushing. Everyone knew that I didn't have underwear on. My nipples were erect and poking out into my top. They were really visible. And all the guys were really looking at them. The next few times my turn came they were easy dares like kissing a guy for one minute or french kissing one. I blushed with each one though, because they could feel my almost naked boobs when I pressed against them to kiss them. They kept trying to feel my boobs when they were kissing me. I knew this couldn't continue because my girlfriends were nasty to me. And they knew that I was easy to browbeat. Each time my turn came I got extremely nervous and I blushed before anything was said. Finally it came. "Well Sabine, how bad do you want to keep playing?" I looked around and said nothing. "Well if you want to keep playing, take off your top." I looked around the circle of grinning faces and I knew that I wanted to take the dare, but I wasn't sure I had the guts to do it. I hesitated, looking at them one at a time. "I told you she wouldn't." As I heard that my hands went to the bottom of my top and lifted it up, over my head and off. I clutched it to my chest, covering up, and looked once more at the faces looking back at me. I then dropped my top in my lap and sat bare breasted in front of three girls and four guys. "Holy shit!" That was from one of the guys. The girls just grinned because they knew the stakes just went up. They knew that they could get me to do almost anything. I couldn't tell you why I did what I did. I knew that it did something for me, to me. I knew there was no heading back now. I sat and waited for my next turn to come with a nervous stomach. When it finally came around I began to blush before anything was even said to me. Everyone's face was full of excitement, waiting to see what would be dared and if I would go further. "Take off your shoes and socks, then come with me." I slowly untied my shoes and removed them and my socks. I stood, my hands going up to cover my boobs, but I didn't let myself cover up. My nipples were tingling and almost hurt. I followed her into the next room. She turned and stopped me. I was inside and out of sight of all the others. Her hand went to my waistband and undid the button. "Who wants to come in and give Sabine a kiss?" There was a chorus of me from all the guys. I groaned as she slid my zipper down. My pants were hanging on my hips and I thought she was done. I was mistaken. She said quietly. "Take them off." I just looked at her helplessly. "Going to chicken out?" I blushed hard again, took a deep breath, and pushed my pants down. I pulled one leg and then the other off. She held out her hand and trembling I held them out to her. She took my pants from me and walked into the other room, leaving me naked. I continued to tremble as I listened to them try to decide who was going to get to come and kiss me. My hands kept moving to cover myself, but each time I realized they were, I forced myself to move them to my sides. The room I was in did not have a light, but there was light from the other room coming in. I stood, quietly cursing my friends, waiting. Finally a guy came through the door and up to me, looking me up and down, grinning at me. His fingers brushed over my erect nipples and then his arms went around me. I moved tight to him and lifted my face for my kiss, feeling his hands all over my bare ass. Blushing, I kissed him, letting him french me and feel my ass as much as he wanted. He left after they called; telling him his time was up. As he walked out, another one of the guys came in, grinning. My stomach dropped as I realized each one of the guys was going to get to kiss me while I was naked. This one took hold of my shoulders and held me back from him, looking at all of me. I was blushing so hard my face had to be lighting up the whole room. Finally he took me in his arms and kissed me. I knew he could feel my erect nipples poking into his chest. He stroked my back down to my butt, then squeezed it and pulled my cheeks apart. Then he smacked it gently as he moved away. I closed my eyes, hoping, but knowing what was going to happen. As I opened them, I saw the next guy passing the one leaving. He came to me and his hand went between my legs, squeezing my pussy. His other hand pulled me to him and as he cupped and fondled me, he kissed me hard. When we broke apart, I was panting and shaking. At least he didn't stick a finger in me, but he knew I was wet. Grinning at me as we moved apart, he turned and left me, shivering as I waited for the last guy. He came in and stood back from me, looking me up and down. "I get to choose where I kiss you, right?" I didn't know what to say and finally just nodded. He moved up to me, bent over and kissed my left nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. I felt so nasty as I stood, letting him suck on my nipple, wetting it with his saliva. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes and then bent again, sucking my right nipple into his mouth. I felt a bolt of heat shoot from my nipple straight down to my pussy. All I could do was stand and let him do it to me. My nipples got even harder and they were wet and shining as he lifted his head once again, smiled at me and left me standing buck naked and alone. I waited for my girlfriend to return with my pants until I heard her speaking to me. "Come get your pants, Sabine." I gasped, both in humiliation and excitement, as I realized they were expecting me to walk into a brightly-lit room, naked. I stood, shivering; nipples hard as diamonds and I couldn't help myself from reaching down to touch my pussy. I felt moisture on my pussy lips; enough to know it would be visible to my friends. I took a deep breath, knowing if I didn't walk in by myself, I would be dragged in. I walked into the room, naked, blushing and hot all over. I kept my hands at my sides and walked to where my pants were. They giggled as they saw my wet nipples where he had sucked them. I picked up my pants and turned to face everyone. I let them look at my boobs, my erect nipples, and my bush and then I put my pants back on. I couldn't wait until my next turn. By then it was pretty late. When it came they all huddled together, whispering. I squirmed and shivered, wondering what humiliation they were going to put me through now. They separated and grinned at me once again. "Put your shoes on and come with us." I slipped on my shoes and rose, following them until I realized they were at the front door. "N-n-no, n-n-no." I began to blubber and they laughed at me. "You aren't going to turn down a dare are you Sabine?" I was shaking my head no as they took my arms and led me outside topless. But that wasn't going to be all. They walked me to the sidewalk as I looked up and down the street, terror stricken. I was sure that a car was going to come down the street or someone was going to be out walking. I wasn't even thinking that it was almost 2AM. It was almost guaranteed that no one but us would be outside at this time of night, but I didn't feel any better. I felt a hand at my waistband again. "Oh god, no, no." I felt my pants loosen and then the sound of my zipper going down. "Sabine you are going to take a walk around the block. You can either take them off or walk with them on, but if they fall down, you'll leave them there around your legs or ankles and walk like that. Understand?" I stood, whimpering and afraid, but my mind was already picturing my pants around my ankles and not being able to pull them back up. I shivered and looked at all of them and struggled to get my pants off over my shoes. Finally, I had them off and stood naked but for shoes. They pointed me in one direction, telling me to walk around the block. Not run, walk. I sucked in a breath and started walking. My head was swiveling around, trying to look at all the houses and the street in front of me and behind me. I heard giggling behind me and glanced back. They were following me, making sure that I only walked. It seemed to take forever for me to walk around that block. Every sound made me jump and seemed magnified. Every streetlight was a place where I was totally exposed. I was scared to death, but excited too. My nipples felt even harder and I was afraid I was going to leak from my pussy. Sabine Arrogant. Das war wohl die erste spontane Assoziation, wenn ich an Sabine B. dachte. Aber Arroganz allein war nicht genug, um ihre widerwärtige Persönlichkeit zu beschreiben. Zwar behandelte sie mich - an guten Tagen - wie Luft (während sie an schlechten Tagen keine Gelegenheit ausliess, um über mich herzuziehen und auf meine Kosten die Belegschaft zu amüsieren), doch wann immer ich ihr von Nutzen sein konnte, z.B. wenn sie mit ihren Arbeiten nicht nach war oder eine komplexe Kunden-Anfrage ihre Fähigkeiten am Computer überstiegen, dann schleimte sie sich zuckersüss bei mir ein, brachte mir einen Kaffee, machte einen auf gute Freunde... nur um am darauffolgenden Tag mir gegenüber dasselbe herablassende Miststück zu sein wie sonst. Eigentlich war ich ja selber Schuld, dass ich mir dieses Verhalten von ihr gefallen liess. Ich war nicht vertraglich dazu verpflichtet, ihr bei ihrer Arbeit zu helfen. Aber jedes mal wenn sie an meinen Schreibtisch kam und mich mit ihren Rehaugen flehend ansah, wurde ich weich. Zudem - und das wusste Sabine ganz genau - war ich regelrecht vernarrt in ihren bezaubernden, wohlgeformten Hintern. Oft trug sie hautenge Jeans oder Röcke und stolzierte damit vor mir herum. Manchmal liess sie absichtlich etwas fallen, um mir dann beim Auflesen ihren Po - manchmal nur wenige Zentimeter von meinem Gesicht entfernt - entgegenzustrecken. Ich weiss nicht wie oft ich in meinen Tagträumen schon über Sabines Arsch fantasiert hatte. Ich weiss nur, dass mir der Gedanke daran den Verstand raubte, und Sabine wusste dies ebenfalls. Sie nutzte dieses Wissen gnadenlos aus. Wann immer ich zögerte, ihr bei etwas behilflich zu sein, spielte sie die "Arsch-Karte" und hatte jedes verdammte mal Erfolg damit. Schon unzählige male hatte ich versucht, mir diese Gedanken aus dem Kopf zu schlagen, denn sie waren im Grunde genommen nichts anderes als eine perverse Form der Selbstgeisselung. Sabine B. war bei den Leuten, die in der Firma etwas zu sagen hatten äusserst beliebt, denn sie war nicht nur bei mir eine Meisterin in der Kunst des Einschleimens. Sie hatte zudem nicht nur einen grandiosen Hintern, sondern auch einen ansehnlichen Busen, ein elfenhaftes Gesicht umrahmt von einer blonden Mähne, lange schlanke Beine und ein Werbeplakat-reifes Lächeln. Die Männer scharten sich bei den Firmen-Partys um sie wie die Fliegen um den Honig, vor allem auch weil sie nie einen festen Freund zu haben schien (oder diesen zumindest nie ihren Arbeitskollegen vorstellte). Für jemanden wie mich, einen "Mister Unscheinbar" unter vielen, war eine Sabine B. schlicht und ergriffen ein unerreichbares Ziel. Als kleiner unbedeutender Sachbearbeiter, weder mit der Figur eines Adonis gesegnet, noch mit dem Durchsetzungsvermögen eines Gewinnertyps ausgestattet, hatte ich ihr nichts zu bieten. Aber selbst solche Typen wie ich haben eine Grenze, was sie sich alles gefallen lassen. Diese Grenze erreichte Sabine vor einem Monat. Es war wieder einer dieser hektischen Montage, an denen bei der Arbeit nichts so läuft, wie man es erwartet. Mein Vorgesetzter Karl L., ansonsten eigentlich ein umgänglicher Kerl, hatte von seinem eigenen Vorgesetzten ein vernichtendes Urteil über die Leistung unserer Abteilung erhalten. Von Ineffizienz bis zu Inkompetenz war alles drin, was man als Abteilungsleiter nicht hören möchte. Und als guter Chef gab Karl nun die Schelte nach unten weiter. Obwohl auf meinem Schreibtisch bereits ein Turm Arbeit auf mich wartete, verdonnerte mich Karl dazu, alle Unterlagen zu den Geschäftsfällen der letzten drei Jahre aus dem Archiv zu holen und nach Unstimmigkeiten abzusuchen. Ich war vollkommen niedergeschmettert, denn eine solche Aktion hätte mich voraussichtlich mehrere Tage in Anspruch genommen - und da die restliche Arbeit ebenfalls erledigt werden wollte, bedeutete dies unweigerlich Überstunden bis tief in die Nacht hinein. "Karl, das kann doch nicht dein Ernst sein", erwiderte ich niedergeschlagen. "Ich habe mindestens 10 dringende Fälle bei mir im Fach, die ich bis morgen Mittag erledigt haben muss, wie soll ich - " "Es ist mir egal, wie du es anstellst, Georg", fiel mir Karl ins Wort. "Ich will bis spätestens nächsten Montag die Vorwürfe vom Direktor vom Tisch haben. Ich brauche dich ja wohl nicht daran zu erinnern, dass es dabei um unser aller Jobs geht." Eigentlich ging es vornehmlich um seinen Job, doch diesen Gedanken behielt ich für mich, denn alles in allem war Karl ein guter Chef. "Kann das denn nicht jemand anders angehen?" fragte ich halbherzig. "Sabine könnte das doch in die Hand nehmen. Sie hat, soviel ich weiss, zur Zeit keine offenen Aufträge." "Dann bist Du falsch informiert", antwortete Karl etwas ungeduldig. "Sie hat heute und morgen einen Termin bei einem wichtigen potentiellen Neukunden. Zudem meinte sie, du seist wohl der am meisten Geeignete für diese Arbeit, da du am längsten bei uns in der Abteilung arbeitest - und da hat sie nicht unrecht. Jetzt haben wir aber genug Zeit verplempert. Mach dich an die Arbeit, sonst wirst du nie rechtzeitig fertig." Ich wusste, das eine Weiterführung der Diskussion sinnlos war und verliess mit einer dumpfen Wut im Bauch Karls Büro. Sabine hatte mir wieder mal zusätzliche Arbeit eingebrockt. Dabei hätten es mindestens noch sechs weitere - weitaus weniger ausgelastete - Sachbearbeiter aus unserer Abteilung erledigen können. Aber mit diesen war Sabine - zumindest halbwegs - befreundet. Kein Wunder hatte sie mich vorgeschlagen. Ich marschierte resigniert in unser Archiv und begann die Aktenordner aus den Regalen zu nehmen. Es waren mindestens zweihundert, jeder prall gefüllt mit Verträgen, Aktennotizen, Rechnungskopien, Gutachten... die Mittagspause konnte ich mir ebenfalls abschminken. Gerade als ich dabei war, die Unterlagen aus dem ersten Ordner auf dem kleinen Tisch im Archiv auszubreiten, hörte ich vor der Tür ein mir nur allzu bekanntes Lachen. Sabine. Ich liess alles stehen und liegen und eilte zur Tür des Archivs, mit der Absicht herauszutreten und Sabine die Meinung zu sagen, was ihr eigentlich einfiel, mir so viel zusätzliche Arbeit einzbrocken. Doch als ich bei der Tür ankam, hielt ich inne und lauschte. Sabine stand nicht alleine vor dem Archiv. Der Stimme nach musste die andere Frau Erna F. aus der Buchhaltung sein. Ich öffnete die Tür unbemerkt einen Spalt weit, um zu verstehen was die beiden Frauen sagten. "Und Karl hat dir das tatsächlich geglaubt?" fragte Erna. "Natürlich, warum auch nicht? Die Firma Hellensberger ist gross genug, um eine zweitägige Sitzung zu rechtfertigen. Und da Karl nicht weiss, dass der Verantwortliche bei Hellensberger mein Schwager ist, würde er auch nie vermuten, dass ich den Auftrag längstens unter Dach und Fach habe." "Du bist ein richtig verschlagenes Biest, Sabi!", erwiderte Erna, nicht ohne einen Hauch von Bewunderung in der Stimme. "Und was machst Du mit den zwei frei gewordenen Tagen? Arbeitest du noch ein paar von deinen Pendenzen zu Hause nach?" "Spinnst du, bei diesem schönen Wetter?" gab 'Sabi' zurück. "Ich fahre an den See. Wenn ich zurück bin kriege ich bestimmt den einen oder anderen Idioten dazu, die überfälligen Pendenzen für mich zu erledigen." Dieses mal lachten beide Frauen, während ich vor Wut kurz vor der Explosion stand. Ich hörte noch, wie die beiden den Gang entlang weiterliefen, bevor ich die Tür schloss, zum kleinen Tisch im Archiv zurückkehrte und mich auf den Stuhl setzte. Lange Zeit starrte ich nur vor mich hin, regelrecht betäubt von der Erkenntnis, was sich Sabine dieses mal auf meine Kosten geleistet hatte. Sie fuhr an den See, während ich im muffigen Archiv Ordner wälzte. Und auch wenn sie meinen Namen nicht ausgesprochen hatte, war es für mich kristallklar, wen sie mit dem "einen oder anderen Idiot" gemeint hatte, der bei ihrer Rückkehr ihre überfälligen Pendenzen für sie erledigen würde. Ich fühlte mich so gedemütigt wie noch nie und schwor mir, dass sie eines Tages dafür bezahlen würde. Das die Gelegenheit für meine Rache früher kommen würde, als ich mir je erträumt hätte, war wohl so etwas wie himmlische Gerechtigkeit. Ein Wink des Schicksals, wenn man so will. Und die Ironie, dass mir Sabine schlussendlich selbst zu den Mitteln meiner Rache verholfen hatte, machte das Ganze noch süsser. Denn irgendwann im Verlaufe der Nacht vom Montag auf den Dienstag, als ich gerade mit dem zweiten zu kontrollierenden Geschäftsjahr begann, stiess ich auf die erste Unstimmigkeit, auf die mich Karl angesetzt hatte. Zwar handelte es sich hier lediglich um einen Fehlbetrag von einigen wenigen hundert Euro, zu denen kein Beleg existierte. Interessant dabei war aber, dass diese Unstimmigkeit genau in jenen Zeitraum fiel, als Sabine bei uns angefangen hatte. Es tauchten weitere Ungereimtheiten auf. Dabei wurden die Fehlbeträge immer höher, und die Hinweise die zu Sabine führten immer deutlicher. Doch sie war clever genug gewesen, ihre Spuren zumindest so weit zu verwischen, dass man ihr aufgrund der im Archiv abgelegten Unterlagen nichts hätte nachweisen können. Alles in allem hatte das Miststück zwischen fünfzigtausend und hunderttausend Euro unterschlagen. Wenn es mir doch nur gelungen wäre, ihr dies auch nachzuweisen! Doch, wie gesagt, hatte sie ihre kriminellen Aktivitäten gut kaschiert. Doch irgendwo, da war ich mir sicher, mussten diese Beweise existieren... Als ich dann am Dienstag Abend zu Karl ins Büro marschierte und ihm mitteilte, ich sei den Unstimmigkeiten auf der Spur, hatte ich auch schon eine Idee, wo ich diese Beweise finden würde - und da ranzukommen würde sich vermutlich sogar noch als einfach erweisen. Irgendwie gelang es mir, auch meine übrige Arbeit zu erledigen und zumindest vom Dienstag auf den Mittwoch etwas Schlaf zu finden. Daher war ich zwar am Mittwoch morgen etwas müde, aber ich hatte wenigstens geduscht, war frisch rasiert und als erster im Büro. Wie üblich kam Sabine als letzte und würdigte mich (ebenfalls wie üblich) nicht einmal eines Blickes, als sie an meinem Schreibtisch vorbeilief. Man sah ihr die beiden Tage an der Sonne an. Ich hingegen war wohl aufgrund des Schlafmangels ziemlich blass, was Sabine irgendwann im Verlauf des Morgens auch dazu nutzte, einen Witz auf meine Kosten zu reissen. Alle lachten, als sie vorschlug, mich zum Bürogespenst zu nominieren. Ich machte gute Miene zu bösem Spiel und lächelte mit - doch dieses äussere Lächeln kam nicht an mein inneres Lächeln heran, denn ich spürte, wie der Augenblick meiner Rache näher rückte. Das Schicksal erfüllte sich für Sabine B. etwa um elf Uhr dreissig morgens, als sie an meinen Schreibtisch tänzelte, einen unterwürfigen Blick aufsetzte und zuckersüss fragte: "Duuuuuu, Georg, könntest du mir vielleicht bei einigen Aufträgen helfen?" Innerlich jubelte ich, doch äusserlich liess ich mir nichts anmerken. Indes seufzte ich, wie ich es immer tat und hob die Augenbrauen. "Bist du wiedermal mit deiner Arbeit nicht nach, Sabine?" "Jaaaa..." erwiderte sie. "Weisst du, ich hatte heute morgen noch eine Menge bei diesem dicken Auftrag von Hellensberger zu tun..." Ich musste mich sehr zusammenreissen, um bei dieser glatten Lüge nicht laut loszulachen, stattdessen antwortete ich in resigniertem Tonfall: "Na schön, Sabine, ich werde heute Mittag Deine offenen Aufträge noch fertigstellen..." Sie wollte sich bereits bei mir bedanken, um dann wieder verschwinden zu können, als ich noch hinzufügte: "Unter einer Bedingung." Sie blickte mich verwundert an. "Die wäre?" "Das ich das an Deinem Computer erledigen kann. Es dauert einfach zu lange, wenn die Aufträge noch hin und her übertragen werden müssen." Für einen kurzen Augenblick befürchtete ich schon, sie würde nicht darauf eingehen. Denn schliesslich nahm das Übertragen der Aufträge nicht wirklich viel Zeit und Arbeit in Anspruch. Doch dann nickte sie. "Klar doch. Dann hast du auch noch Zeit, etwas zu Mittag zu essen." Damit war für sie der Fall erledigt und sie watschelte davon, ihren Hintern hin und her schwingend. Kurz vor der Mittagspause ging ich zu Sabines Schreibtisch. Sie wollte sich gerade aus dem System ausloggen. "Nicht ausloggen!" rief ich, worauf ich einen misstrauischen Blick erntete. Ich beugte mich zu ihr und flüsterte: "Karl hat mich vor kurzem darauf angesprochen, dass auf vielen deiner Aufträge mein Benutzername steht. Ich konnte ihn beschwichtigen, aber es wäre wohl von Vorteil, wenn ich die Arbeit an deinen Aufträgen unter deinem Benutzernamen machen könnte." "Hey, gut mitgedacht, Georg!" meinte sie, stand auf, klopfte mir auf die Schulter und ging. Als alle meine Kollegen das Büro verlassen hatten, machte ich mich auf die Suche, brauchte aber nicht allzu lange, um fündig zu werden. Sie hatte die kompromittierenden Dokumente tatsächlich in einem mit „geheim" benannten Ordner abgelegt! Ich verglich die Daten auf Sabines Computer mit den von mir gefundenen Unstimmigkeiten. Nun bestand kein Zweifel mehr. Die Unterschlagung von rund achtzigtausend Euro liess sich klipp und klar nachweisen und auf Sabine zurückführen. Ich stiess im leeren Büro einen Jubelschrei aus, kopierte alle kompromittierenden Belege auf meinen Computer und löschte selbige von Sabines Arbeitsstation. Jetzt hatte ich sie endlich in der Hand. Zufrieden ging ich in die Cafeteria und holte mir etwas zu essen. Nach der Mittagspause teilte ich Karl mit, dass ich den Nachmittag im Archiv verbringen würde, um meine Nachforschungen weiter zu betreiben. Damit schlug ich zwei Fliegen mit einer Klappe. Zum einen konnte ich eine detaillierte Auflistung aller Unstimmigkeiten und deren Verbindung zu Sabines Machenschaften erstellen. Zum anderen konnte ich Sabine aus dem Weg gehen, die ziemlich bald merken würde, dass ich bei ihren Aufträgen keinen Finger krumm gemacht hatte. Schon nur der Gedanke daran, wie erstaunt und verärgert Sabine darüber sein würde, dass ich ihren Kram nicht erledigt hatte, versetzte mich in Hochstimmung. Doch meine Stimmung wurde noch besser als ich feststellte, dass Sabine bei ihrer krummen Tour auch Erna übers Ohr gehauen hatte. Fröhlich vor mich hin summend setzte ich meine Arbeit fort und malte mir aus, wie ich aus dieser Situation den grösstmöglichen Vorteil für mich herausholen würde... Es war bereits achtzehn Uhr, als ich ins Büro zurückkehrte. Alle waren schon gegangen, ausser Sabine die noch vor ihrem Bildschirm hockte. „He, du Arschloch!" rief sie mir wütend entgegen, stand auf und stellte sich drohend vor mir auf. „Was fällt dir eigentlich ein?! Du hast keinen einzigen meiner Aufträge erledigt! Dafür mache ich dich fertig, du Schlappschwanz!" „Das bezweifle ich", gab ich lächelnd zurück. „Vom Gefängnis aus ist das schlecht möglich." Meine Erwiderung traf sie völlig überraschend. Die Wut in ihrem Gesicht wich einem verdutzten Ausdruck. „Wovon zum Teufel sprichst du?" „Ich spreche davon, dass man für die Entwendung von achtzigtausenddreihundert Euro fünfzig ganz schön lange in den Bau wandert -- abgesehen davon, dass man den eigenen Job verliert und sich die gesamte berufliche Zukunft versaut." Ich bemühte mich, nicht zu sehr zu grinsen, doch ich kostete jeden Moment aus. Ich spürte sogar, wie mein Schwanz allmählich hart wurde. Sabine so ausgeliefert zu wissen, erregte mich in höchsten Massen, insbesondere als die ganze Farbe aus ihrem Gesicht wich. „Du hättest vielleicht doch die Suche nach Unstimmigkeiten im Archiv selbst durchführen sollen, dann wäre ich deinen Betrügereien nicht auf die Schliche gekommen." „Du spinnst wohl! Wie kommst du bloss auf so eine bescheuerte Idee, ich könnte etwas mit diesen Unstimmigkeiten zu tun haben?!" konterte sie. Aber der wachsende Zweifel war bereits aus ihrer Stimme herauszuhören. Ich blickte sie wortlos lächelnd an, darauf wartend, dass sie selbst auf die Lösung kam. Allmählich machte sich blankes Entsetzen auf ihrem Gesicht breit. Sie eilte zu ihrem Arbeitsplatz zurück und begann, wie wild zu tippen. „Geheimnisse sollte man wirklich nicht an einem Ort mit dem Namen ‚geheim' aufbewahren." Inzwischen hatte ich einen ausgewachsenen Ständer in der Hose. Bei Sabine hingegen war nun die Erkenntnis, dass ich sie ausgetrickst hatte vollends eingesickert. Tränen glitzerten in ihren grossen Rehaugen. „Du Schuft! Du gemeiner Schuft!" Ich tauschte mein Lächeln gegen milde Verärgerung aus. Trotz allem war und blieb Sabine ein gemeines Miststück. Selbst jetzt, konfrontiert mit ihrer Gaunerei, sah sie sich selbst als Opfer. „Wen würde wohl Erna für einen Schuft halten? Mich, der ich deine Machenschaften und Betrügereien aufgedeckt habe? Oder dich, die du ihre Freundschaft ausgenutzt hast, um deine Spuren aus der Buchhaltung zu verwischen? Eigentlich sollte ich sie zuerst anrufen und ihr klarmachen, was für eine miese Schlampe sie ihre Freundin nennt, bevor ich Karl dein wahres Gesicht offenbare. Aber ich glaube, das beste wird sein, wenn ich zuerst einmal den firmeninternen Sicherheitsdienst anrufen, damit die dich festsetzen, bis die Polizei dich abholen kommt." Ich packte mein Handy aus meiner Tasche und fing an zu tippen. „Nein! Bitte!" flehte sie. „Ich... ich... ich werde alles zurückzahlen! Ich verspreche es! -- und ich werde dich nie, nie wieder schlecht behandeln!" fügte sie hastig hinzu. Dieses mal konnte ich mir das Lachen nicht verkneifen. Sie schien immer noch davon auszugehen, dass sie mich mit ‚Brotkrümel' abspeisen konnte. „Ich weiss, dass du mich für einen Idioten hältst, Sabi. Aber heute wirst du für alle Gemeinheiten auf meine Kosten mit mehr als bloss Geld und schönen Worten zahlen müssen. Wenn dir etwas an deiner Freiheit und deiner Zukunft liegt, dann wirst du jetzt genau das machen, was ich dir sage." „Und das wäre?" fragte sie misstrauisch. „Zuersteinmal wirst du meinen Schwanz lutschen." Ich konnte es selbst nicht glauben, dass ich diese Worte über meinen Mund gebracht hatte. Doch Sabine schien noch weniger glauben zu können, was sie soeben gehört hatte. „Jetzt bist du wohl völlig übergeschnappt! Wenn du denkst, ich würde bei jemandem wie dir den Schwanz schon nur anfassen, dann hast du dich getäuscht! Träum weiter!" „Ok, ich meine, wenn du es vorziehst, das Liebchen deiner zukünftigen Zellengenossin zu werden -- vielleicht bei einem dieser muskulösen, verschwitzten Exemplare die man jeweils in diesen Fernsehsendungen über Frauengefängnisse sieht -- dann ist das deine Wahl. Und ich garantiere dir, dass genau das geschehen wird, wenn du meinen Schwanz nicht innerhalb der nächsten Minute tief in deinen Rachen nimmst. Deine Entscheidung." Vergnügt konnte ich zusehen, wie gegenteilige Gefühle in ihr kämpften. Zum einen war da noch die ‚alte' Sabi, das arrogante Miststück das sich für etwas besseres hielt. Doch auf der anderen Seite war ein verschrecktes Häschen, welches um sein Leben bangte. Ich beschloss, diesem Kampf ein Ende zu setzen. Mit einem tiefen Seufzer hob ich das Handy wieder hoch und fing erneut an zu tippen. Das Häschen gewann den Kampf. Sabine eilte von ihrem Arbeitsplatz zurück zu mir, ging auf die Knie und öffnete meine Hose. Sichtlich angeekelt zog sie mir Hose und Unterhose runter. „Was ist, wenn jemand kommt?" fragte sie. „Keine Sorge, um diese Zeit schieben jeweils nur Karl und ich Überstunden. Karl fliegt aber heute Abend nach Berlin und die Reinigungs-Equipe kommt erst um einundzwanzig Uhr. Wir haben also alle Zeit der Welt." Als sie weiterhin keine Anstalten machte, meinen Ständer zwischen ihre Lippen zu nehmen, packte ich sie an den Haaren und zog ihren Kopf an mich heran. „Komm, Sabi, ist doch nicht so schwer. Ich bin davon überzeugt, dass du eine ausgezeichnete Schwertschluckerin bist und jede Menge Erfahrung mitbringst." Endlich gab sie nach. Als sie meinen Penis in die Hand nahm und die Vorhaut zurückzog, lief mir ein Schauer des Vergnügens über den Rücken. Zuerst leckte sie nur zögerlich an meiner Eichel herum, doch dann schlossen sich ihre Lippen darum. Mir entfuhr ein Stöhnen. Sabine My life was never the same after Sabine and her family moved in across the street. I was eight years old, but something deep inside said this girl was different than all of the others. It was a Saturday in mid-December when I first saw her. I stood transfixed at my second-floor bedroom window as two adults and two young girls piled out of a station wagon wearing scarves, coats, and boots. My mom chose that moment to walk up behind me. I glanced at our own wardrobe—T-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops—and then back out the window. I asked her why our new neighbors were dressed so funny. She just smiled, patted me on the shoulder, and said they were from the Midwest. I spent the rest of the day watching the adults unload a U-Haul truck. The two girls had been ushered inside, and I could see their heads bopping about between the two front windows on their second floor. Tommy Neilson had lived in that bedroom directly across from mine for my whole life. We'd been best friends. I remembered every detail of his bedroom. Where his loft bed was that we had built a fort underneath. The gouges in the wall behind the door from when we'd gotten a little rough re-enacting Star Wars with scraps of wood from his father's workbench. The special hiding place in the window seat for the frogs we'd caught by the stream (his mom found that a little too late). I was instantly angry that all of the trucks and action figures and sports paraphernalia would be replaced with Barbie dolls and princesses and everything pink. I didn't want girls to move in there. I wanted Tommy. Or in the least, I wanted another boy to play with. Everyone else on our street was old. I had prayed for the past three months that I wouldn't be the only kid on the street. When they had placed the "Sold" sign out front two weeks ago, I had doubled my prayers. It wasn't what I had hoped for, but I guess two girls were better than another old couple. I wasn't formally introduced to Sabine until a couple of weeks later. Arizona summers can be unbearably hot. I went to the local pool as much as I could, which was practically every day if the sun was out, just like most of the kids my age. I remember standing on the end of the diving board when Sabine walked across the cement deck to a couple of empty chairs. Her mother and sister were with her. After they deposited their towels, her mother pointed directly at me and then waved. I should have just ignored her. But my mother had taught me manners, so I waved back. And then Sabine turned my way. I was mid-bounce, and instead of making a graceful cannonball as I had planned, I tripped on my own two feet and tumbled the five feet down to the water into a painful belly flop. I surfaced, choking and sputtering water, and found my friends were doubled-over with laughter. My eyes turned to Sabine. I guess I expected her to be like everyone else. When I saw that she wasn't laughing—that her eyes were wide as she pressed her hands to her red cheeks—I swallowed my embarrassment and smiled at her. She smiled back, and I forgot all about the pain—from hitting the water and from my teasing friends. I brushed my wet hair out of my face and marched myself over to her to say hello. That summer, both my parents and I gained new friends. I still missed Tommy, but I wasn't complaining anymore that another boy hadn't moved in across the street. When school started in the fall, Sabine was constantly bullied by the popular girls for being the new kid. I was with my friends one day in the schoolyard before the morning bell rang when we saw the girls block her from getting on the swing set. I didn't hear the whole conversation, but it was obvious the popular girls didn't think she would ever be a part of their circle of friends. I walked right up, took Sabine's hand, and led her back to the guys without a word. I don't know what those girls thought about that, but she told me they never bothered her again. Needless to say, she didn't join their clique. She didn't have to. She joined mine. That was twelve years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. The years in between are a bit of a blur. Nine months out of the year, we were in school. And in the summers, we hung out at the pool when the weather was nice. When it wasn't, we played board games or watched movies at each other's houses. We celebrated every birthday together, and our families even got together for the minor holidays. We were best buds. The kind that helped each other with homework while watching sitcoms on TV. Or teamed up with you to dunk your friends at the pool. She was one of the guys. Once we reached high school, we started dating amongst our classmates. It became a habit to call each other when we got home from a date to relay what happened, usually picking it apart and laughing until our parents told us to hang up and go to bed. But everything changed seven hours ago. Our parents were on a weekend retreat together. Her sister Claire—who was two years older—was still away at the university. We were both twenty-one, on winter break from community college, and neither of us had dated anyone for several months. The sky had been overcast all day. This morning, I had stared out my bedroom window as the four adults packed up my parents' SUV. Across the street, Sabine stood in her window, watching the same scene. When she waved at me, I couldn't get the feeling out of my head that there was something besides a storm building on the horizon. After my parents left, I went through my routine of lifting weights and running on the treadmill while watching classic reruns of Law and Order on TV. I had just gotten out of the shower and was shoveling down a bowl of cereal when the phone rang. "Are you decent?" I snorted. "Am I ever?" She laughed. "So you're naked?" I glanced down at the towel wrapped around my waist and grinned. "Only half. Worked out. Just got done showering. " There was silence on the other end. "Sabine? You okay?" "Uh, yeah. Fine." She cleared her throat. "Do you have any plans for today?" "No, not really. You?" "I was going to work in the art studio, but the weather is too crappy. Paint won't dry well." I thought of the shed out behind her house. We had a matching one in our backyard. Only difference was, ours had a lawnmower, wheelbarrow, and gardening tools while hers had easels, brushes, and tubes of oil paint. Sabine was a wonderful artist. Her work was mostly abstract designs, but she had started to paint some landscapes after having to do one for an art class project. I had one of her first pieces framed on my bedroom wall. It was a bunch of blue squares in one corner and a single, red triangle surrounded by brown circles in the opposite corner, all on a gray background. She had labeled it, "Protector." I didn't need to ask her what it represented. "Zach, are you still there?" "What? Huh? Oh, yeah. You're right, this isn't painting weather." I plopped down on the couch and propped me feet up on the coffee table. I frowned at the darkening clouds outside, feeling that tension in the air before the sky opened up. "This is movie-watching weather." She laughed again. It was light, airy almost. Musical. I loved hearing that sound. I loved knowing she was happy. "That's why I ran to the video store." Which is how I found myself throwing on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and running across the street half an hour later. I made it to her front stoop just as light rain started to fall. Thankfully, we didn't believe in knocking, so I hurried inside and shook out my wet hair. "Good thing you took a shower." Sabine grinned at me from the kitchen where she was filling a bowl with popcorn. "Yeah. But at least I'm not sweaty anymore." I swear she shivered when I said that. "So what did you rent?" "I have a variety. They're by the TV. Go pick something out. You want a beer?" "Is a blue bird blue?" I chuckled, shaking my head. We knew each other so well. I picked a comedy, popped it into the DVD player, and then sprawled on the left side of the couch, remote control in hand. "Beers and popcorn," Sabine said with a smile as she joined me, raising the hand holding both bottles by the neck, and then her other hand with the bowl. She looked different, but I couldn't tell what it was. Her hair, maybe? "The perfect combination." I just grinned back her. She stared at me, tilted her head and blinked, and then disappeared again. She returned shortly with napkins and plopped down on the other end of the couch without a word. One of my legs was stretched out behind her, my other leg bent and resting on the cushion between us. Her body was warm against my leg, and I sighed inwardly. The previews started. I took a long sip from my bottle. It was cold and refreshing. Especially after my workout this morning. When she handed me the bowl, I took a handful of popcorn at the same time she did. I winked at her when our hands touched. She froze, her green eyes bright, and then slowly took the bowl back. I raised an eyebrow, curious why she was acting strange, but she didn't say anything. Then we both settled back to watch the movie. The thunder and lightning started about thirty minutes later. Pouring rain followed, and I snuggled deeper into the corner of the couch. I was comfortable, at ease. But my foot was falling asleep—warm, but tingly—behind Sabine's back. I wiggled it a little to wake it up, and Sabine squeaked. "Sorry," I laughed. She giggled. Although it seemed forced, as if she were nervous. We were halfway through the movie when the power went out. For several long moments, we just sat there, staring at the blank TV. I could hear my even breathing, feel Sabine's against my leg. I finished my beer and set it aside. The sound of the bottle on the glass-topped end table seemed loud. I cleared my throat. "So, now what?" "Another beer?" Her voice was high-pitched. "They won't stay cold long without electricity." "Sure. Wouldn't want them to get warm." She lurched to her feet and disappeared towards the kitchen. I heard the rattle of bottles when she opened the fridge. The click and hiss when she popped the tops. The bang and her soft curse when she ran into something. A moment later, Sabine returned with two new bottles and sat beside me again. While the interior of the house was dark, it was still light enough outside the picture window to see her silhouette. She pulled her knees up under her and curled into the corner of her end of the couch. Her bottle was raised halfway to her lips, and she seemed to be staring across the room. At what, I wasn't sure. "Are you okay? I thought I heard—" "Nope, just fine." She took a long swig and then sighed audibly. "Well, I guess watching a movie is out of the question. We could play a board game. There are candles in the kitchen. Flashlights, too. Or we could just talk." I smiled and sipped at my own drink. "Talking is good." And so for the next hour, we talked about everything and anything. Eventually she relaxed. She laughed. I laughed. It just felt good. Comfortable. But I was getting hungry, and the power still wasn't on. I wondered how far the outage covered. Would any fast food restaurants be open? I really could go for a pizza. I heard Sabine say something about Christmas and turned my attention back to her. "I'm sorry, I spaced out there for a moment." My stomach rumbled as if to prove why I was distracted. I laughed and reached out to grasp her hand. She leaned her head back against the couch, her face turned toward me even though I couldn't fully see her expression. "It's nothing. Nevermind." I squeezed her hand. "No, Sabine. What were you saying?" "Christmas is next weekend. Are you going to see your grandparents again?" "Probably, but Mom and Dad haven't said anything yet. You?" "Claire should be home from college on Wednesday. We'll probably just stay here as usual." I heard the slosh of liquid as she tipped her bottle back to take a drink. "You know, I still haven't gotten used to not having snow on Christmas Eve." "Hey, it's what you grew up with. It's got to be hard to up and move like that, especially at Christmas time." I set my bottle aside and moved across the couch to hug her sideways. "Don't feel bad about it. You should go back east sometime to visit your grandparents for Christmas and have your snow. I'd be happy to go with you. I've never seen the stuff." "Really?" She smiled up at me. I shrugged. "Sure. That's what best friends do." She shrugged this time. "Yeah, I guess so." I went to move my arm away, wondering if I had offended her in some way. But she shifted and leaned against me, resting her head against my shoulder. I let my hand dangle off her shoulder, my fingertips brushing the sleeve of her T-shirt. She sipped from her bottle and then said, "So are you all done with your shopping?" I nodded, and then remembered that she couldn't see me, lights or no lights. "Yep. Wrapped under the tree already, too." "Lucky. I still have a few to get." She tilted her head back to look at me, and I could see her scrunch up her nose. "Do you have a hard time buying your parents a present?" I laughed. "They said to always get them a gift card to their favorite restaurant. I wouldn't want to disappoint them. But I usually give that to my dad and then get my mom some of her favorite coffee." She didn't comment. The sound of the pelting rain against the window and the occasional rumble of thunder and crack of lighting interrupted the silence. I actually kind of liked it. It was peaceful. A moment later, Sabine's body moved under my arm. At first, I wasn't sure I had felt anything. But slowly, the movement increased, and I was definitely sure now. "Sabine, are you crying?" She nodded against my shoulder. "Tell me why?" She sniffed and rubbed the back of her hand at her eyes. "My boss usually gets each one of us a little gift for Christmas. It's never anything much, just a little trinket. But it's the thought that counts." I lowered my hand to pat her back. She hiccupped, and I let my hand linger, smoothing light circles across the soft texture of her shirt. "That sounds very kind of her. But that doesn't explain why you're crying, sweetie." "This year, she bought the department a Keurig coffee maker." "Wow. That's a very nice gift." She tilted her head up and stared at me. "I'm the only one who doesn't drink coffee." It took a moment for that to sink in. "Oh!" She burst into tears again. I wrapped both of my arms around her now and pulled her back against my chest so that my nose was buried in her hair. When I inhaled, I had to close my eyes. The lavender aroma filled my head, making me lightheaded for a moment. I snuggled deeper, my chest growing tight and warm. I'd never held her like this before. It was nice. "I felt like Cousin Eddie in Christmas Vacation." She hiccupped again. When she continued telling me the story, she waved her free hand about in the air, as if that would get the words out faster. "You know, when Clark wants to fly everyone out to christen the new pool, and Eddie tells him he can't swim, and Clark says, 'I know Eddie,' because no one likes Cousin Eddie. " I knew exactly what she was trying to say, but I couldn't speak due to the fear that the laughter building up inside would spill out. Her hand was flying a mile a minute now. " 'I don't drink coffee, Mrs. Martin.' 'We know, Sabine.' It's all a big conspiracy." I couldn't suppress it any longer. Women get so worked up over the littlest things. My chuckle started low and deep and just got louder. "You are NOT Cousin Eddie! I don't think she did it intentionally." "Hey! You're supposed to be on my side!" She smacked my leg with her free hand and strained against me, trying to break loose of my embrace. I remembered that day at the pool and sobered immediately, tightening my arms around her. I dipped my head so my mouth was by her ear, my nose brushing her jaw. "I am on your side. I know you feel hurt by your boss's ignorance. I'm sorry I laughed." "Are you really?" She turned her head just enough so she could see me over her shoulder. "I am." My voice felt tight, sounded rough. And in that moment, when I saw how her eyes were glossy from crying, saw the doubt deep within when lightning flashed behind me, I knew I was crossing the point of no return. Her despair was my undoing. I released one hand and brought it up to hold her chin still. She inhaled sharply, her lips parting just the slightest bit, her body stiffening. Ever so gently, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise. Her bottle fell to the carpet with a thud, but neither of us cared. I had meant it to be a short kiss. But fate had other plans. As soon as our lips met—hers soft and warm, mine suddenly dry—she moaned and relaxed against me, tilting her head back. Her eyes closed, her mouth pliant against mine as I deepened the kiss. My hand on her chin slid up her jaw, loving the way her smooth skin felt against the roughness of mine. My fingers buried in her soft tresses, clutching and releasing them over and over again. Her hair still laced between my fingers, I moved my hand to cradle the back of her head and turned her to face me. She moaned, pulling me against her, and gravity took over. As she fell back against the couch, she pulled me down with her. We both grunted at the same time, and I adjusted my body, moving the bulk of my weight to my forearms resting on either side of her head. She felt so damn good. She tasted like beer and popcorn and something else—peppermint, I deduced after a moment. I grinned against her lips, pulling back slightly. She had brushed her teeth before I came over. I had been right—she had done her hair, too. She had been hoping for this. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She was panting. Her hands gripped my shoulders, struggling to pull me back to her. "Because I'm finally seeing what was right in front of me all of these years." She inhaled sharply again, and when she did, her chin tilted up. I groaned and lowered my mouth to hers, moving gently against her lips despite the growing desire to kiss her senseless. My thumbs grazed back and forth over her temples. I had to close my own eyes this time, just relishing the feel of her. It was my turn to gasp when she opened her mouth wider and flicked her tongue at my lips. And then I moaned, pressing my mouth harder against hers, my tongue sliding out to meet hers. I tilted her head so I could get a better angle, and she moaned in response. We continued like this for a long time, our heavy breathing and intermingled moans drowning out the storm. At some point, her hands had moved up to bury in my hair, to guide my head how she wanted. Our tongues tangled and I had to check myself once again to keep a languid place. I did not want to scare her by going too fast. I never wanted to stop kissing her. I chastised myself for not seeing the signs over the years. I wanted this woman, and she wanted me. I groaned again when Sabine slowly pulled her knee up to frame my hip. Just that simple gesture of her leg rubbing against mine made me go hard. Not that I wasn't already on my way, but her receptive action finished it. I shifted to get more comfortable, and she whimpered when my erection pressed against her. "We don't have to do that," I said softly, finally releasing her. I stared into her dark eyes, her cheek hot under my hand. I brushed my thumb over her swollen lips. I gasped when she licked at it. "Zach, I have never wanted anything more in my life." Her voice was low, and damn sexy. As if to reassure me, she tilted her head up and took my thumb into her mouth, closing her lips around it and swirling her tongue round and round the opposable digit. Sabine "Oh my god!" My own voice was tight. I knew the truth, and I had to restrain myself from ripping her clothes off right then and there. Instead, I took a deep breath and slid my thumb in and out of her mouth, groaning as she sucked and licked. My jeans were way too tight now. Her eyes closed, and she arched her pelvis against me, making me gasp and then growl. A soft moan escaped her sweet lips when I finally pulled free. "I'm going to do this right." Her eyes fluttered open. "You are doing it right." "No, I'm not." I stood up, with great difficulty, and then stretched my back to get a kink out. "Where are you going? Do not tell me you're leaving me high and dry!" I smirked. "Sweetie, if you're still dry by now, you really should see a specialist." She gaped at me. "Zach!" I groaned when she sat up on her elbows, the movement pushing her breasts out. I could imagine her nipples straining through her bra and T-shirt. I licked my lips. It was so hard to swallow. How I missed her mouth on mine. My voice was very rough when I found it. "I'm not going anywhere. Not without you." Her eyebrows went up. Before she could speak, I leaned down and gathered her into my arms. She gasped as I pulled her against me, and I sighed when her arms went around my neck. She nuzzled my collarbone, using an arsenal of lips, tongue, and teeth. I groaned as my cock throbbed within the confines of my jeans. It seemed like slow motion as I moved across the living room. The stairway never seemed so long in my life. Had they added on since the last time I'd been here? Finally at the top, I turned left and somehow made it to her bedroom door. It was almost pitch black upstairs without any windows in the hallway to let in natural light. It was good I knew where I was going. Her bedroom door was almost closed, so I had to turn around and push it open with my shoulder. "God, Sabine. You're driving me crazy." I was panting now, and it wasn't from the weight of her in my arms. I was sure I'd have a hickey on my neck come morning, but I really didn't care. It took me a moment to orient myself once I stepped into her room. I had not been in here since we'd played hide-and-seek at her twelfth birthday party. You know parents and teenagers...no friends of the opposite sex allowed in the private quarters. She had definitely updated it with more grown-up tastes. Without any light, I couldn't tell the color of the walls, but gone were the shelves of stuffed animals and dolls. They were now replaced with posters of popular musical groups and some of her own paintings. I half wondered if the previous decorations were partly her sister's fault...if my Sabine was really more mature all those years and was just waiting for her big sister to move out. "Zach?" The sound of her voice pulled me back to the present. "Yes, sweetie. Just trying to find the bed." She giggled. "You need glasses then. Turn around." God, how I loved that sound. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them and followed her command. How right she was. A queen-sized bed took up half of the room behind us. I tried to pull the covers back with one hand while still holding her, but I almost dropped her. I don't know how they do that in the movies. Regretfully, I had to set her on her feet. I heard her whimper as I did, and then she was tossing the throw pillows willy-nilly, yanking the covers back herself. "Zach," she breathed softly as she turned back to me. Her arms went up and I pulled her against me again, my mouth descending to cover hers, our tongues entwining. I wasn't sure how to go about doing this. I didn't want to rush it, and yet I did. I just didn't want to ruin it for either of us. I deduced I should play it by ear, let Sabine run the show. We stood kissing, standing up for several minutes. One hand held her head against mine, the other roamed up and down her side. She whimpered, gripping my biceps like a life preserver. I had dated a few girls over the last several years, but no one could ever compare to Sabine. It had nothing to do with experience—and I knew her extent of that—but the fact that this was meant to be. I couldn't explain it any other way. I wondered how long she'd felt this way about me...how long I'd been denying it myself. "Too many clothes," she murmured, finally breaking our kiss. She tugged at the hem of my sweatshirt, and I helped her pull it off. I sucked in my breath when she pressed her hands against my bared chest. She moaned loudly, and I heard a purring sound as her fingers splayed out over my skin, her hands sliding over my pecs and abs. Then suddenly, she pulled away and crossed her arms, reaching for the hem of her T-shirt. I brushed her hands away. "Let me." I gently lifted the edge of the shirt, slowly revealing her belly. The flashing lightning in the background made it even more alluring. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath again until she gasped as my fingers grazed against her skin. My exhale was shaky. How sensitive we both were with these simple touches. Would I—would she— come completely undone when we were finally flesh to flesh? Would we even last that long? I glanced up at her, trying to read the expression in her eyes. She was nibbling on her lower lip, and I groaned inside. I took another deep breath and then pulled her shirt up the rest of the way, tossing it aside. I stared transfixed. What a beautiful body she had. All womanly curves. All mine. Her hands covered mine as I instinctively reached toward her breasts but paused halfway. She gently pressed my hands to her bra. "It's okay." I stepped closer, the front of my thighs hitting hers and pushing her back against the edge of the bed. She gasped, clutching at my arms again to steady herself. I cupped her breasts reverently, my thumbs brushing across her nipples. I groaned inwardly, knowing I had been right. They were hard little pebbles compared to the pliant mounds of her swollen breasts. "Zach!" My name was a sweet whisper from her lips as her fingers gripped me harder. Her eyes closed, and I repeated the action. I felt her legs tremble and helped her lie back on the bed. She pulled me down after her. Our bare chests finally pressed together save the satin material of her bra between us. Heat radiated off her body, seeping under my skin and warming me throughout. I dipped down and captured her mouth again, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. Her fingertips stroked the back of my arms, making me shudder. "Oh, Sabine," I whispered, pulling back to look into her eyes, my hands framing her head, my fingers buried in her hair. I kissed her softly again. "I hate to ruin the romantic mood you're trying to set," she said, her voice breathy, "but I'm as horny as hell and I've waited twelve years for this. Don't make me wait any longer." I stared at her for a moment, wondering where this side of her had been hiding this whole time. Then my chuckle rumbled forth from deep within. She gaped at me. "Are you laughing at me?" "It's a coping mechanism," I said evenly, but my grin was licentious. She giggled, pulling me down to kiss her again. "Make love to me. Please." "Your wish is my command, sweetie." A loud clap of thunder cracked at that precise moment, and we both screamed and then laughed. "Now, where were we?" I tugged the strap of her bra off her left shoulder. As her breast was revealed, she shivered. I could have spent hours just touching it, caressing it with my fingertips, but a deeper need made me lower my mouth and suck her nipple between my lips, gently grazing her with my teeth. "Oh!" She arched against me, her hands holding my head still. I flicked my tongue out, soothing the sharp pain I had created. I so wanted to bring her to orgasm this way. I knew I could. But I knew what she really wanted, and I needed it, too. I made quick work of moving my hands around her arched back to unclasp the hooks. When her bra went slack, I slid the straps down her arms and tossed it aside. As I sat up between her legs, I cupped her breasts again, sans bra, and stroked her nipples with my thumbs. "You're stalling," she gasped, and I could see her wicked smile as lightning flashed outside the window beside us. "No, worshipping, Sabine. Big difference." I grinned back at her and bent to brush my lips across each nipple before scooting back and undoing her pants. She gasped softly as I slid my fingers inside her waistband and tugged her pants over her hips and down her thighs, making sure my fingers grazed over her skin on the way. She arched her hips to me, biting her lip again, which barely stifled her moans and spurred me on. She wiggled beneath me when I crawled up her legs to repeat the process with her panties, slower this time. As I pulled them away from her sex, I groaned, smelling her sweet arousal. I couldn't help myself. I dipped down and thrust my tongue between her swollen lips, tasting the essence of her, feeling the hard nub of her clitoris. I was instantly addicted as the tangy-sweet taste of her lingered on my tongue. She shrieked and then whimpered. I glanced up at her. Watching her face as she watched me, I gently stroked a finger from her clitoris, down to her anus and back up again. She was so ready. My cock throbbed painfully just thinking about it. I stroke her one more time and then pulled my hand free despite her whimpers and arching hips. "We will come back to this soon, sweetie." Tossing her panties aside, and abandoning another place I wanted to spend hours worshipping, I flicked the button on my own jeans and lowered the zipper very slowly. She choked back a cry, and I felt her hands on mine as she tried to do it herself, to hurry me along. "I know, sweetie. I know." I shuffled out of my pants and boxers at the same time, kicking them off the bed. I didn't hold back the deep groan of relief as I released my cock. I couldn't remember ever being this hard before. She pulled on my arms as I laid down over her, her breasts pressing against my chest. I tried not to put all of my weight on her, holding myself up on my forearms again. I kissed her, softly, our tongues playing for a moment. I felt my cock brushing against her thigh, her body shuddering in response. Mine was ready to self-destruct if I didn't do this soon. When she lifted her knees up to frame my hips, her thighs parting to accommodate me, I kissed her harder. I rose up, aligning my cock, and pressed forward. I had had sex twice before. But nothing was like entering Sabine. She was warm and tight and very, very wet. She was mumbling incoherently, clutching at my arms, trying to pull me into her. I went willingly. I was halfway in when I realized I had not put on a condom. Hell, I didn't even have any with me. I'd left my wallet at home, only bringing my house keys. "Please don't stop," Sabine whimpered beneath me, her arms clutching at the back of my arms, her breathing shallow. "I don't have a condom," I groaned through gritted teeth. "I'm on the pill. Medical reasons." Sabine wiggled under me, arching her hips, as if trying to remind me what we were doing. When I didn't move, she groaned. "Don't you ever listen to me?" Our post-date night conversations ran through my head. She said she'd never had sex before, and I had used protection both times I had had it. So I relaxed a little. But now I was worried about hurting her as I deflowered her. "Kiss me, Zach. Please." Her desperate words pulled me out of my haze, and I acquiesced. I held her head between my hands, my fingers stroking the sides of her face as I kissed her deeply. My tongue thrusted in and out of her mouth, mimicking what I was supposed to be doing below. She gasped, her hands sliding around to the back of my neck. I pulled back for only a moment to say, "I'm sorry," and then kissed her hard. I swallowed her scream as I reared my hips back and then plunged forward, sinking all the way inside her. I felt her tears on my cheeks as I paused, buried deep, feeling her inner muscles clenching around my cock. It jerked in response, and she cried out. I let up, kissing her softly now as I slowly withdrew. Her breaths were sharp, her hands now clutching at my back. I pushed forward and entered her again, a little easier this time. She felt so damn good. Her whimpers turned to soft cries as I moved out and in again in one long stroke. "Oh, my god," she whispered, tearing her mouth from mine. "Are you okay?" I couldn't think straight. All I could do was feel. And I never wanted this feeling to end. "Did I hurt you?" "Only a little." She gasped as I slid inside again, a little faster and deeper. "Oh, I like that. Mmm." I did that a couple of more times until I felt her relax around me. Her body now comfortable with my invasion, I changed my rhythm to quick, short strokes, and I felt her shudder under me. Her knees hugged my hips, and I happened to glance to my left just as lightning flashed again. I gasped, seeing a quick image of the two of us joined together, reflecting back from the huge mirror on her dresser. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, as if I were standing outside myself, watching us. Her mouth latched onto my neck, her teeth and tongue torturing me. I reached down and cupped her breast, my thumb and forefinger searching out her nipple to pinch and roll it between them. She moaned against my neck. I lost track of time, the sounds of our lovemaking and the storm mingling together to make one glorious symphony. I didn't want it end. But I could feel the tingling at the base of my cock told me that I was going to come soon. How I'd made it this long, I'll never know. "Sabine, sweetie, I want you to let go. Come with me," I whispered in her ear. She whimpered, her arms tightening around me, her body going stiff. I kissed her softly. "Don't tense up. Relax. Yes, that's a good girl." Her lower muscles convulsed around my cock, squeezing it as I plunged in and out of her. I gasped, trying to hold out until she reached her peak. Her cries became sharper, in time with my thrusts. "Zach!" My name was a strangled groan as her body shook violently beneath me. "Sabine!" I buried myself deep inside her one last time and froze, coming long and hard. I collapsed on top of her, my face buried between her neck and her pillow, her hair matted to my damp forehead as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn't think straight if my life depended on it. I didn't care. I was coming back to my senses when I felt the light brush of her fingers up and down the sides of my lower back. Her body still trembled beneath me from the aftershocks, her breath ragged and warm against my shoulder. I rolled off her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. She moaned as I pulled my hips back, withdrawing from her. I trailed kisses all along her jaw from her ear to her chin, my hands rubbing her back as she settled down. My brain was fuzzy. Every inch of skin touching her was alive as if an electric current was running through me. "Zach?" Her voice was soft, muffled by my shoulder. "Yes, Sabine?" I snuggled her closer still. "Thank you." She sighed, and I felt her smile. "That was the best Christmas present ever." I chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Well, there's plenty more to come." She giggled, wiggling against me, and then was silent. Eventually I realized she had drifted off. Still cocooned in our post-coital embrace, I pulled the spread up over us. I had only one thought in my head as I held her and watched the storm rumble on outside: I would do anything for this woman. Sabine. My dear, sweet, Sabine. I had always been her protector. Now I was her lover. And I was never letting her go. ~ H Sabine and Melanie Return to School Things went along normally for Melanie and me over the next week. Classes were going to start today and Melanie told me she had something for me to do, which made me a little apprehensive. We had done our normal things and each time we had gone out together, of course I had to strip on the landing on our floor and count to fifty before I could go to our room. During this time I was caught once standing naked, no clothes nearby, but thankfully by girls instead of guys. I was standing naked, concentrating on my counting. "Jesus! Are you all right?" This was the worst thing. I was standing totally naked and three girls from our floor were looking at me and asking me if everything was all right! I blushed bright red. "Ye-es, everything is fine." When I said that I felt really silly and stupid. What normal girl would be standing on a stair landing in front of a large window, naked as the day she was born? "Well, then why are you out here naked?" I couldn't think for a minute. "It's a dare." I felt even more foolish now. They'd think I was really dumb now. Who else but an idiot would be where I was nude? When I said it was a dare they looked at each other and burst out laughing. That made me more embarrassed. "Do you do dares like this often?" "Um, no, not really." They laughed again and one of them looked me up and down, seeing erect nipples and a slight shine on my pussy lips. "I think she does do it a lot. Look at her nipples and pussy. I think she likes it." They burst out laughing again and walked off, talking amongst themselves and looking back at me. I felt so humiliated! Now more girls in my dorm had seen me and were thinking that I stripped off and stood around in the open. I had lost count but felt sure that I would have reached fifty and scurried down the hall to our door. "Melanie, may I please come in?" "Of course, Sabine." I hurried through the door and ran to my bed and flung myself down on it. "What's wrong, Sabine?" "Some girls saw me!" "So why is that such a big deal?" "I said I was doing a dare and didn't do it often and they didn't believe me. I am humiliated, Melanie. Can I please stop doing this?" "I'll think about it, but you know that I like it, and I think no matter what you say, Sabine, you like it too." "Melanie, this isn't fair. I don't like it; I don't like being the only one. It makes me look slutty." "Sabine, Sabine, I never said that our life together would be fair, did I?" "No, but, I don't like it, I don't want to do this." "But, if I tell you, Sabine, you will do it, won't you?" I didn't say anything because she knew that I would, just to be sure that she still loved and wanted me. I was caught in a trap of love for her and she knew it. She knew me too well to let me off the hook I was caught upon. That night Melanie woke me at 2AM. She had me strip off my nightgown, since I was in my bed that night and then she handed me a long coat. She was dressed and I noticed her putting a camera in her coat pocket. I slipped into the coat and she led me to the door, out and down the stairs. We walked outside. "Sabine, stand in front of the door and take off the coat and drop it." I looked around, nervously, but there were only a few lights on. I unbuttoned the coat and slipped it off, letting it fall by my feet. Melanie took out her digital camera and snapped three shots of me standing naked in front of our dorm door. "Put the coat back on and come with me." We walked away from our dorm and each time we came to a building, especially those with signs, naming them, she told me to take off the coat and pose for her while she snapped pictures of me. In no time my nipples were hard and my pussy moist. I was scared but turned on, knowing that she was taking pictures of me for her to enjoy. I was still a little nervous because there was campus security, but I followed her orders anyway. It was really exciting to be all over campus naked, as long as I wasn't in danger of being caught naked again. I felt that at 2 in the morning, that was very unlikely. A few times she made me sit on the steps of a building with my legs open so my pussy and tits were on display. She also had me bend over by signs, spread my legs and grasp my ankles so my ass, pussy and my face between my legs were all in the camera's eye. By the time she decided that she had enough pictures, I was very moist and very horny. Then she scared the shit out of me. "All right, Sabine, give me the coat and let's head back." I moaned. I wanted the coat so badly. But, I handed it to her and she motioned for me to head back to our dorm. I had to think of how to get there and once I had the route in my mind, I started off. Melanie followed behind me and I could hear her soft giggles as she watched me walk naked towards our dorm. Every little noise I heard made me jump and look around. I kept heading towards the dorm. Thankfully, we did not run into anyone and I was soon at the door. Melanie came up behind me swiftly. "Don't run up the stairs, walk, Sabine." I did as I was told and walked all the five flights of stairs up to our floor. Melanie made me stop again and took three or four more pictures of me standing naked on the landing and then she walked off to our room. I followed meekly, excited and glad to be home. When we got in the room she walked to her dresser and pulled out the dildo with the suction cup and pulled my desk chair in front of the couch. She fastened the dildo to the chair's seat and sat on the couch right in front of it. Then she motioned to me. I knew what she wanted and I stepped up and straddled the chair. I took hold of the dildo, centered it on my opening and sat down on it. Melanie smiled at me. "Now, slut, fuck yourself for me." I held still for a moment, feeling stuffed. I grasped my breasts and it was like an electric shock from them to my pussy and I rolled my nipples, gasping. Then my hips lifted almost involuntarily and I began to bounce up and down on the dildo. I closed my eyes, moaning with pleasure. Being outside nude had made me so horny it was unbelievable! I bounced up and down, moaning, gasping, feeling my pussy stuffed to the limit. Melanie reached up and grasped both my nipples and pinched them and then began rolling them over and over. I couldn't keep bouncing and let her play with my nipples, so I drove down on the dildo and rolled my hips back and forth, grinding on the dildo. "That's it you dirty fucking whore, work that ass! I want to see you come on the dildo, you dirty cunt! I want to see your cunt leaking all over your chair, slut! I love watching you fuck, bitch, I just love it! Do you like me playing with your tits when you're fucking, cunt?" "Oh God, yes, Melanie, pull my nipples, twist them! She did as I asked, pulling my nipples out and twisting them. I screamed as the pain shot through my tits and then I was coming. A spasm shot through me like lightning and I ground my hips faster and faster as Melanie twisted and pinched my nipples hard. I could feel my lower body jerking as I came in moments and then I slumped over, panting. Melanie gave my nipples one last tweak, making me gasp in both pain and ecstasy. "Did you like that, darling?" "Yesssssssssss." Then Melanie had me get up and wash and dry the dildo and put it away. She undressed and put on her nightgown and went to bed. I was hoping that she would want to sleep with me, but she didn't tell me to get in her bed, so I put on my nightgown and crawled into mine. I was disappointed that I was sleeping alone. I lay awake for a while picturing what we had done that night and wanting to masturbate but I didn't because I was sure Melanie would be disappointed in me. Anyway, the next day was the first day of school and Melanie told me to meet her at the Art Building before lunch. I hurried there after my 11 o'clock class and she was waiting for me. Melanie smiled as she saw me hurrying up and she led me into the building. We walked to a professor's office and entered. His secretary looked up. "This is Sabine. She is a prospective model. What do we have to do to set her up to model for your classes?" My heart leaped up into my throat. I wanted to scream NO! But I kept silent. The secretary looked at me and then at Melanie, curiously. "Well, there is a contract to be signed and then I am sure that Professor Snyder will want to speak with her. First of all, Sabine, have you ever modeled before?" "No." "Do you know what is involved? Well, I am sure that you do, since you are here. We have three figure study classes and you would model, along with some others, for all of them. The pay is $20.00 for each session that you sit for, which isn't much, but we are on a budget. You have to arrive fifteen minutes, at least, before each class and the classes are an hour and a half each. Any questions, so far? No? Good. I'll see if Professor Snyder can see you now." She got up and walked to the interior door. I whispered to Melanie. "What are you doing to me?" "Nothing, Sabine. Either you will or you won't. I will be slightly disappointed if you don't, though. Just see this through, for me." I realized that I was trembling. She had made it clear to me that if I didn't she would not be pleased. I really didn't want that to happen, but I also was not feeling too happy about having this sprung on me like this. "Why didn't you talk to me about this rather than letting me be surprised. Its nude modeling, isn't it?" Melanie just smiled at me. "We'll just have to see, Sabine." The secretary came out and motioned me into the professor's office. She followed me inside and Melanie sat down in a chair in the secretary's space. She smiled at me. I walked into the office. "Hello, Sabine is it? Come in and sit down." I did. "Well, I'm glad you are here since we haven't had too many applicants. Mary tells me that you haven't modeled before. What makes you think you can handle this?" I was trapped. "How hard can it be, sir?" "You do understand that figure studies means nude, right?" "Yes, I figured that out, sir." "Well, since you have not done this before, there is some question in my mind whether you will follow through. Since Mary is here and there will be no possibility of impropriety, would you be willing to disrobe here? It would show that you would be willing to follow through for the classes." I groaned silently to myself. "Sir, if I don't show up or if I do, won't that be sufficient?" "Sabine, I can't take the chance of someone being scheduled and not showing up. It will throw the entire semester off. So, since I'll need to be sure that you are willing to take your clothes off in class, I must insist that you prove to me that you will do it. I just can't take the chance of losing one class session if you refuse. Especially since you have not modeled previously." Now I knew for sure I was trapped. I was so angry with Melanie, but I knew it was the way she was and I didn't want her to be unhappy with me. If I refused now it was going to be very cold in our room when we got back and I also might get a spanking, which I really didn't want. "Fine. She stays in here with us?" Once I said that, I was committing myself and then I thought of having to take off my clothes for a class, possibly three times a week for a semester. My stomach suddenly felt like there was ball of ice in it. "Yes, Mary will stay, since I don't want any problems coming up later." I sighed and stood up. "Just take off my clothes?" "Yes." I noticed that he leaned forward. I slipped my shoes off and set them beside the chair I had been sitting upon. Then I realized that I didn't have any underwear on and I started to turn red. I grasped the bottom of my top and stopped for a moment. Then I pulled it up and over my head. I didn't look at him, just folded my top and laid it on the chair. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down. I had to struggle to get them down, since they were snug, but I finally managed and pulled them off my feet. I folded them also and laid them on the chair. I was now standing naked in a professor's office in front of him and his secretary. My nipples immediately stood up and I was silently praying that my pussy wouldn't get wet enough that it was noticeable. He looked at me, first at my tits and then up to my face which was getting very warm. And then his eyes went down to my newly trimmed and shaved pussy. "Turn around, please." I turned so my ass was facing him which put my tits and pussy right in front of Mary. Her eyes went from warm face down to my tits and then my pussy. She had a smirk on her face. I began to feel really embarrassed. They both were dressed fairly business-like and I was bare ass naked. It was surreal. "Turn around, please." I turned so I was facing Professor Snyder. "Let's try a pose so I can see if you can handle this. Mary, please stand up. Now, Sabine, I want you to lie down on the couch, on your side. Leave your bottom leg flat and bend your top leg at the knee and place your foot on your other knee, please." I pictured myself in this position in my mind and realized that it would completely expose my pussy. I swallowed and moved to the couch. I could feel both their eyes on my naked ass. I sat and then laid on my side and closing my eyes, my top leg bent and my foot rested on my bottom knee. Then I opened my eyes. Professor Snyder was in front of his desk, no more than five feet from me. I could see his eyes move to my pussy, which was now completely in the open. Mary was standing at the end of the couch, her eyes on my exposed pussy also. "Just stay there, just like that, Sabine. I'll be back in a few moments." I watched him walk to the door and out. It seemed like forever as I lay on the couch and then Professor Snyder walked back in followed by four other men. "This is Greg Williams and Jon Masters, my two graduate assistants, and Professors Johnson and Grace. This is Sabine" They nodded at me as they eyed my body. I tried to smile at them, but I wasn't sure if I succeeded. "What do you think; will she do for the figure study class?" I was almost about to cry, I was so humiliated. Here I was naked already, and I didn't even know if I would be chosen to take my clothes off for students. And I was already showing them my pussy! "Her breasts are really small. Do you think they will do?" "They look better when she is standing. Sabine will you stand up, please." I could feel tears building in my eyes, but I got up and stood in front of them. "I see what you mean. Turn around, Sabine." I turned so my ass was facing them. "Her bottom is nice. That will be a good feature. Please look over your shoulder at us, Sabine." I did, but I noticed that not one eye rose above my bare ass as I did. Let's try another pose, Sabine. Face away from us and get on your hands and knees and look over your shoulder, please." I sighed. I knew what I was going to look like to them. Melanie had told me often enough when I was in this position for her. I knew that my cheeks would slightly open and my asshole was going to be showing and that my pussy was going to be showing between my thighs. I thought to myself, well, they've already seen it when I was on the couch. I got down on all fours and looked over my shoulder. My face was hotter. All five sets of male eyes were focused on my ass, my asshole and pussy. Mary walked over behind them and I heard a soft giggle. God, I was so embarrassed! "So, will she do?" "I think so. She doesn't seem to mind posing and even though her breasts aren't very big, the rest of her is fine." I wanted to scream, you assholes! I am here naked and you are talking over me like I am a piece of furniture. Plus you have me in positions I am sure I will not be doing in class, just so you can stare at my pussy. Men are assholes! "All right, then we can use her. Mary, take her out and get a contract signed and let her know what the schedule is." Mary walked over and helped me up and to my shock; she took my hand and led me out of Professor Snyder's office naked! Melanie watched me walk through the doorway and smiled at me. So here I am, bare assed, standing in front of Mary's desk, while she explains the class schedule to me. I am to be at room 210 in the Art Building at 1:45PM on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I will be paid $20.00 for each session that I do. She fumbles in her desk drawer for the contract and I hear the door open. "Holy shit!" I glanced over my shoulder and two girls and a guy have come into Mary's office while I am standing naked in front of her desk. I turned beet red. Mary finally finds a contract and slides it in front of me and hands me a pen. I had to bend over to sign it and heard the girl giggle. Mary takes it from me and stuffs it in a folder. "I'll get your clothes, Sabine." She stands up and leaves me naked and walks into Snyder's office. I can hear her talking to the five men and close my eyes so I don't have to see the three students standing to my right. Mary finally comes out and hands me my jeans, top and shoes. I hurriedly pull on my jeans, wiggling to get them up over my ass and then pull on my top. I slipped into my shoes and look at Melanie, daggers shooting from my eyes. She got up, smiling at me, and we left. "Melanie, how could you do this to me?" "Do what?" Did I tell you to take off your clothes?" "No, but if I didn't you were going to be angry with me and I don't want you angry with me, Melanie. It wasn't fair; I was put in a corner." "All right, Sabine. Let's make a bet. When we get back to our room, if your pussy is wet, you stand in our window for fifteen minutes, naked and then I get to fuck your ass. If it isn't wet, you can fuck my ass. Deal?" I just sighed, since I knew I was going to lose that bet. I didn't even want to dignify it with a response. "From the dead silence, Sabine, I think we know I am right in thinking your pussy is wet. So on some level, you enjoyed the whole experience. So, since we both know you in some way enjoyed it, you only have to stand in the window for fifteen minutes and I won't fuck your ass. Now that's a good deal for you, Sabine. You get to show off and your precious ass is left alone. Now just be quiet and let's go back to the room." I was mumbling to myself, thinking of how easily I took off my clothes in front of Snyder and then how I let him tell me how to pose in the worst possible position. Then how stupid was I to let Mary take me into her office naked and having those three students walk in on me. God, I was so dumb! Another bunch of people on campus seeing me bare-assed. It was starting to be a habit. And I knew that Melanie wasn't going to let me out of standing in front of our window again. I might as well toss all my clothes in the garbage. No, strike that, if Melanie even thought I was thinking that, God, she wouldn't make me do that, would she? We got to our dorm and walked up the stairs together and when we got to the fifth floor landing, Melanie stopped and smirked at me. I sighed softly and stripped naked again and gave her all my clothes. As she walked away giggling, I silently began my count to fifty. About halfway through my counting the three girls who had seen me before came up the stairs and wanted to run away and hide. But I just stood there bare ass and let them walk up to me and stop. "Another dare?" I nodded yes. "You must have some friends, girl!" They looked me up and down, at my still erect nipples and down to my moist pussy, laughed and walked away to their room. I finished counting and walked down to our room. "May I please come inside, Melanie?" "Of course, Sabine." Sabine and Melanie Return to School I walked inside our room and didn't even stop. I walked up to the window, made sure the curtains were pulled back and stood right in front of it. Who knows how many people had seen me naked so far? So what was the difference anymore? Hell, I might as well strip as soon as I walked into the dorm. Why wait until I climbed five flights of stairs? How long would it be before the entire campus knew me as the naked girl? Melanie chuckled as she watched me make sure the curtains were wide open and I was standing right in the middle of the window. She sat on the couch and watched me stand, full frontal to the outside and especially the boy's dorm across the way. I imagined that every room facing ours had at least one guy in it with binoculars looking at my naked body. I wondered what else she could do to me. For sure, if she came up with something else it would be humiliating. Finally my fifteen minutes were up and Melanie let me know. We studied the rest of that afternoon, even if it was only the first day of the semester. Went out for dinner and I got to strip again, without anyone seeing me this time. In the evening we just sat around and listened to music and at bedtime, Melanie told me to get into her bed, naked, of course, and she played with my nipples and pussy until I was so horny. Then she spread her legs and I got between them and licked and kissed her pussy until she came. We spooned then, Melanie holding my right breast in her hand, gently squeezing it and kissing my neck. Finally she nuzzled into my hair and fell asleep, still holding my breast and after a long time, I fell asleep too. The balance of the week was pretty normal except for me taking my clothes off whenever Melanie and I returned to the dorm. We went to classes, studied, ate, listened to music and slept. My pussy had gotten sore from Melanie screwing me so much the first few days we were back together so she relented and left me alone. Since she wasn't screwing me I spent the nights when we went to bed, licking her until she came. That was good for me since I loved to please her. I'm pretty sure that Melanie enjoyed it quite a bit also. We finally got to Saturday which was good since we got two days off from classes. My pussy was not sore anymore so I was looking forward to the night and having sex with my darling again. We lazed around in the morning until Melanie told me to shower and I ended up drying myself in the window again. Then she told me that we were going for a drive. So, we got dressed and walked down to her car. We took off and ended up heading south on the Interstate. I was curious about where we were going. Melanie smiled at me. "We're going to play a game today, Sabine. Does that sound like fun to you?" "Um, what sort of game, Melanie?" "Well, sweetie, I am going to find a truck and pull up next to it. You're going to look up at it and if the driver looks down at you you're going to smile at him and wave. If he still keeps looking at you, you are going to take off your top for him. And if he seems to be enjoying looking at your tits you will unbutton your pants and point at them. If he gives you any indication that he is interested, you will take off your pants. Then I want you to spread your legs for him. After a little bit of that, you'll get on your hands and knees with your ass pointed at him and make sure he sees your pussy. You'll stay like that until I pull away and then you can get dressed. Then we'll look for another truck. Sound fun?" "Not particularly, Melanie." "But, you'll do it, won't you?" "Do you really want me to?" "I've thought about having you do it for days and I know I want to see you naked and showing off, so yes, I want you to do it." I just looked at her and then I thought about how naughty it would be and that I never would see this guy again. I slipped off my shoes and put them in the back seat. Melanie smiled at me. I was nervous and getting excited about all this. I looked ahead and Melanie was pulling up next to a semi truck. She got along side it and I looked up. I could see a much older guy and waited. Finally, after seeing that we weren't passing him, he looked at our car. I could see him see me and I pointed to my top. He glanced back at the road ahead and then back at me. I lifted my top over my head, exposing my breasts to him. I saw a broad grin on his face. He glanced ahead again and then back at me. I unbuttoned my pants and looked up at him. He grinned and nodded. Squirming in my seat I managed to get my pants below my ass and then slid them down, blushing at what I was doing. I bent over and pulled them off so I was completely naked and leaned my seat back a little. I still could see him staring at me and then glance at the road and then back to me. I shivered a little and then I opened my legs. I jumped as his air horn blew and then settled back again and turned a little more toward him with my legs still open. I felt Melanie reach over and toy with my nipples until they were good and hard. I was buzzing inside as I was doing this. I kept my eyes on the driver and he kept looking at me and then glancing ahead and then back to me. After a bit I got up and kneeled on the seat with my ass facing the trucker. I put my head on Melanie's shoulder to hold me up and reached back. I grasped a cheek with either hand and then pulled them apart. I was really feeling dirty as I did this. He could see my pussy and asshole. And then I backed up until my ass was pressed to the window facing him. The air horn blew again. I felt Melanie reach under my chest and tweak both my nipples. She paced the truck until she felt he had had a good enough show and then she sped up and passed him, the air horn blowing in our wake. "How do you feel, slut?" "Dirty and nasty." "And horny?" "A little." "You are a slut, Sabine, but you're my slut, aren't you?" "Yes." "Get dressed and we'll find another trucker, slut." "May I just stay naked, Melanie, getting my pants off was a birch." :"If you want to stay naked, fine, but turn so your cunt is facing me and lean back on the door." I did as I was told and Melanie looked at my pussy, stuck a finger in her mouth to wet it and slid it into my pussy. I moaned and grasped my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. Melanie finger fucked me as we drove along, just enough to make me even hornier, but not enough to make me come. "Here comes another trucker, slut. Sit up in your seat." I did as I was told and waited. She pulled up next to him and I watched until he looked over. I could see the surprise on his face and I spread my legs so he could see my pussy. Doing this made me feel really bad and really good at the same time. Thank God I was never going to see these guys again. I sat with my legs spread for him and watched him stare at me for a bit, then glance at the road and then back to me. Melanie's playing with my pussy had made it wet and I was sure the driver could tell it was wet, too. After a while of sitting with my legs open for him, I got up my knees and leaned against Melanie again. Then I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart for him too. Melanie took the opportunity to fondle my breasts and play with my nipples some more. I was so hot I couldn't take it anymore and I slipped a finger into my pussy. I was trying to hide it from Melanie but she noticed almost immediately. "Did I tell you that you could finger your cunt?" "No." I pulled my finger out immediately. She pinched one nipple really hard, making me squeal out loud. "We'll discuss this when we get home, you little whore!" She sped up and passed the truck and I reached down for my clothes. "I didn't say you could get dressed either, did I? Throw your clothes in the back seat, you little whore." Meekly, I did as I was told and was left naked with no clothes within my reach. I was wondering what kind of discussion was going to happen when we got home. I was probably not going to get to say anything and most likely my ass was going be swatted. I got very quiet. Melanie was not saying anything either. The drive back to campus was miserable. Melanie slowed as we pulled off the interstate and I had to sit in the passenger seat naked all the way to campus. I was afraid that I was going to be seen by someone who would not appreciate it and that they would call the police. Melanie would get stopped and I would be arrested for indecent exposure and taken to the police station naked. My mind was going a thousand miles an hour imagining all sorts of things happening to me. None of them were good. We got to campus without incident, however and Melanie pulled into the parking lot. She stopped the car and got out, opening the back door. I turned to look and she picked up my clothes, stared at me sternly and then dropped them on the ground. Then she got back in the car and drove to the other end of the lot and parked. "Your choice, slut. You can come with me to our room now or you can go and get your clothes. Get out of the car." I got out, squatting down to hide myself. I could see Melanie getting out and she didn't even look at me, she just turned and walked off towards our dorm. I started to sniffle and I knew I couldn't go with her; it was the middle of the day. So, with tears in my eyes, I started scurrying back to my clothes. I was hiding behind cars and trying to look in all directions at once. I felt very vulnerable. I was totally naked, not even shoes. I finally got to where she had dropped my clothes and they were right out in the open. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Seeing no one, I dashed over to my clothes and picked them and dashed back to the protection of the car I had hidden behind. I pulled on my top and stood up; feeling very exposed and pulled on my jeans. My shoes were still in Melanie's car and it was locked. So, feeling much better, now that I was dressed, I walked towards out dorm. I was just stepping out of the parking lot when a group of kids walked up to me. "Were you just in the parking lot?" "Yes, why?" "Billy says he saw a naked girl in the parking lot. Did you see her?" I was thinking to say no, but my mind was working overtime. If I said yes and sent them the other way, I could get away from them. "I'm not sure if she was naked, but I saw a girl heading that way." I pointed to the other side of the parking lot. They hustled away in the direction I had pointed. I scurried to our dorm and hurried up the stairs to our floor. I walked up to our door and not knowing what to do, I knocked. "Who is it?" "Sabine." "Oh, is it?" "Yes, Melanie, it is." "Do you want to come inside?" "Yes." "Then strip, drop your clothes on the floor and knock again." I wanted to cry. I took off my clothes and let them puddle in a heap on the floor. I knocked once more. "Who is it?" I wanted to scream and cry both. "Sabine." "Are you naked, Sabine?" "Yes." "Then you can come in." I opened the door and walked inside. Melanie just stared at me. I felt about two inches high. And I was nervous. I knew she was angry with me. "Do you know why I am angry with you?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because I touched myself." "Because you touched yourself without my permission." "Yes." "I thought you understood that you are not permitted to touch yourself unless I tell you that you can, Sabine." "I know, Melanie, I just got so horny, I forgot. I'm really sorry, I am." "Well, I am really disappointed, Sabine. There is going to be a punishment for this, you know that, don't you?" I dropped my eyes and nodded yes. I was hoping it wasn't going to be a bad one. "Go get the strap." I looked up and stared at her. In two days I was going to be modeling for an art class. I couldn't let her strap me, I'd have marks on my ass. That would be really humiliating. "Melanie, not the strap, I have to model on Monday. Please don't strap me, please." "I suppose you're right. I'll have to think of something, then. Go stand in front of the window." I walked over to the window and stood in front of it. I heard her open her purse and then her voice. "Hi, Jeremy! Can you find a couple of guys to come over to my room tonight around 9 o'clock?" Great! See you then." I swallowed hard and kept silent. She made me stand there, right in the window for thirty minutes. Eventually she relented and let me get my clothes and get dressed. It didn't help, though. Why did she want those guys over here? I sat down at my desk and studied a little. At dinner time we went out and ate, although I wasn't really hungry. When we got back to our dorm and up to our floor, I stripped and handed my clothes to her, just as a door opened up and two girls stepped out. They stared at us, me handing my clothes to Melanie, standing in the hall, bare ass naked. Melanie smirked at me and walked to our room. I found myself staring at the two girls as they stared at me and then at Melanie's back as she walked away with my clothes. I looked down at the floor and started mentally counting to fifty. I heard the girls giggle and one of them said – slut. I wanted to cry, but I kept counting. Finally I was to fifty and walked very quickly to our door. I don't even know if they were still there, watching me. "Melanie, may I come in, please?" "Of course, Sabine." I walked in and went to my bed and lay down, hiding my face from her. I was really upset. First at being seen again and second because I didn't know what was going on and I knew she wasn't going to tell me. At 8:30 Melanie handed me a bra and panties, top and a skirt. "Get dressed." I got into the clothes quickly, wondering why I was getting underwear. After I was dressed, Melanie had me stand by the door. I waited, nervously, knowing that something was going to happen that I probably was not going to enjoy very much at all. It seemed like forever, but finally there was a knock at the door. "Open it, Sabine." I did to see Jeremy and two of his friends. They walked into our room. "So, what's going on Melanie?" "Something that I think you are going to enjoy, Jeremy. Sabine, go stand in front of the couch, facing away from it." I did as I was told. "All right, Jeremy, you and friends can strip her, everything off." I sucked in a breath and wanted to bawl. They looked at Melanie and then at me and in a flash were on me like wolves. Jeremy pulled my top over my head, giggling like an idiot while another one of them was fumbling with my skirt. He finally got it undone and it just slid down my legs while the third was unhooking my bra and pulling it off. Jeremy knelt in front of me and pulled my panties down, staring at my pussy. All three of them were staring at me, staring at my tits and pussy and ass. "Go sit on the couch, boys." They did and Melanie walked up to me. She pushed my feet further apart. "Bend over and grab your ankles." I moaned softly, knowing what doing that was going to show. I bent over and grabbed my ankles. Melanie rested one hand on the small of my back and then she smacked my left cheek really hard. I squealed and straightened up immediately, grabbing my cheek. "Bend over and grab your ankles, Sabine!" "I don't want to, Melanie, please!" "Sabine, either this or we can go and get.." I knew she was going to say the strap. I spoke up really fast. "No, Melanie!" I bent over and grabbed my ankles. Melanie rested her hand on my back again and this time she smacked my right cheek. I could hear the guys chuckling behind me and tears started to run out of my eyes. Melanie smacked my ass over and over, alternating cheeks until they both were hot and burning. The guys chuckled and laughed and stared at my pussy and asshole, watched my cheeks jiggle with every smack, watched them turning red and hot. About half way through I started bawling, but I didn't stand up. I just stood there, holding my ankles as tight as I could to keep from rising. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed. I listened to them talking about my ass and pussy and that made me cry harder. Finally it was over and Melanie helped me stand up, but she made me stay in front of them so they could look at my reddened ass cheeks. My ass felt like a hot ball of fiery flesh. It was throbbing in time with my heart. "All right guys, time to go back to your dorm. Sabine, walk them to the door and give them each a kiss and tell them how much you enjoyed them being here." I whimpered softly and waited until they were standing. I walked to the door and kissed each one of them. "Thank you for being here. I hope you had a good time. I enjoyed your company." My tear stained face put the lie to what I was saying. They all looked me up and down, smirking. Jeremy reached out and cupped one of my tits and ran his thumb over my nipple. "Guys, her nipples are hard!" They all burst out laughing, opened the door and walked away. I shut the door and ran to my bed and flung myself down on it and started bawling again. Melanie left me to cry and changed into her nightgown and got in her own bed. I just laid there and bawled until I cried myself to sleep. Sometime later I was awaked by Melanie. She helped me up and took me to her bed and held me gently. She didn't say anything, just held me. I cried a little bit more and fell asleep again, in her arms. The next morning Melanie was out of bed before me. I lay on my side, pretending I was asleep until I felt something hit the mattress by my face. It was the tube of lubricant. I knew what that meant for me. I opened my eyes to see Melanie, already wearing the strap on. I closed my eyes and then got up and took the tube. Squeezing some onto my first and second fingers, I bent over and pulling my cheeks open with the other hand, I started to rub the lube on my asshole. I rubbed it all around and then stuck one finger inside me. I worked it in and out and tried to make sure I was good and wet. "That's good enough for you, Sabine. Bend over with your hands on the bed." I did as I was told and felt her move up behind me. She pushed down on my ass so I had to bend my knees a little. Then I felt her cock rubbing between my cheeks. She pulled one cheek away with one hand and with the other pushed her cock against my asshole. I groaned as she pushed harder and then squealed a little as the tip slid up me. Melanie gripped my hips firmly, holding me still and pushed. I groaned again, I could have been better lubricated. But it didn't matter. Her cock slowly slid into my ass. I felt her belly on my ass and she was buried deep inside me. "This is also for you sticking your dirty finger up your cunt yesterday, Sabine. I should have used the strap on you anyway." Then she started fucking my ass with long steady strokes. I felt so full, so stuffed with cock it wasn't funny. It hurt some too. She steadily fucked me until she got close to coming. Then she started thrusting harder and faster. Along with that she started slapping my cheeks, turning them red again. I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out. She kept fucking me hard. "Maybe this will teach you to keep your fingers out of your cunt unless I tell you to do it. And pretty soon I am going to come and you aren't, you slut. With that there was a flurry of spanks to my ass and she started to moan softly. Then she bent over me and grasped my tits and squeezed and pulled on my nipples, her hips still driving the cock up my ass. I started to cry silently. "Ah, God, that's it you slut, I'm going to come! Ah, your ass is so tight! I could fuck it every day. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you dirty whore? You'd take my cock up your ass every day, wouldn't you? You fucking slut, you dirty fucking bitch! With that Melanie exploded and drove deep into my ass. She pulled my nipples hard and I couldn't help screeching. I could feel her twitching against me. I just held myself up and waited until she finished. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up and around. Melanie pushed on my shoulder and I knelt. I knew what she wanted me to do. I grasped her cock and slid it into my mouth and began to suck. I sucked and licked it all over, cleaning it with my tongue and lips. When I finished, Melanie undid the harness and dropped it at my feet. She walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I just sat on my heels, naked, with my eyes closed. I swore to myself that I would never again touch myself. After a bit I got up and took the dildo into the bathroom and washed it good. I dried it and put it back in her dresser. I sat on my bed and waited for Melanie to finish in the shower and then took my own. Sabine and Melanie Return to School The rest of the day was uneventful, except I was afraid to put on anything so I spent most of the day naked. That night I slept alone in my bed, worried about Monday and the god damn art class. Sabine and Melanie's Second Year It was the first day of the new school year and I was returning, excited as all get out to see Melanie again. It had been a long and lonely summer without her and I couldn't wait for us to be together once more. Melanie had kept in contact with me over the summer and she had contacted our college and insured that we would get our same room as we had last year. I was surprised that she was able to do that and not surprised. Melanie had something about her that allowed her to get other people to give her what she wanted. My parents were again driving me to school with my clothes and the other things for the long 8-9 months that I would be there. When we got there I directed my father to the parking lot next to the dorm where Melanie and I would be living once more. As we were climbing the stairs to the room my stomach clenched as I remembered the remodeling Melanie had done, especially the hook in the ceiling in front of the couch. I began to pray that my father and mother wouldn't notice it. Once we entered with my suitcases and other things, however, my prayers were not answered. "I wonder what that is doing in the ceiling?" asked my mother. With a sick feeling in my stomach I said the only thing that I could think of, which was the worst thing. "What is that mother?" "That hook in the ceiling, Sabine. I wonder why it is there?" "Oh that. I have no idea. It was there when we moved into the room." Of course, in my mind, I was picturing myself, naked and on my tiptoes, my arms stretched above me and fastened to the hook, with Melanie smirking at me and tapping the flogger or a strap on a palm. My face heated up immediately as I knew in my heart that neither my mother nor father would understand. As a matter of fact, I knew that my mother would be devastated to know what I had been doing with Melanie and that my father would most likely throw me out of my home. My mother looked at me curiously but thankfully didn't say anything else. My father glanced at the hook and didn't say anything, just set my suitcases down. I put the box I was carrying down on the small bed and took the one that my mother had and put it on the bed also. There were only two more boxes of my stuff so I suggested that my father and I get them. My mother waited while we did that. When my father and I returned to the room, Melanie was there with her mother. They had brought up some of her things. Melanie and I greeted each other and then hugged each other, laughing. Our parents watched the two of us, smiling. I told my parents that I would help Melanie get the rest of her stuff and that they could go with Melanie's mother to the Commons for coffee or sodas. Melanie's mother said, "There still is a lot of stuff, but you two go and we'll get it, then meet you there before we leave." It sounded reasonable to everyone, so my parents left and the three of us went down to get the remaining boxes of Melanie's. As we returned to our room and put down the last of Melanie's things, Melanie's mother smiled at me. "I hear that you and Melanie have become very good friends, Sabine, very good friends." Melanie walked up to me. "My mother and I have become much more open with each other, Sabine. Do you want to let her know how good friends we are, darling?" My stomach clenched and looked at Melanie, then her mother. "It'll be fine, Sabine." I watched as her mother settled onto the couch with a big smile on her face. Melanie walked to her bed, opened a suitcase and took out something I remembered very well. It was a leather strap with a wooden handle for her to hold. I closed my eyes not quite believing what was happening. "Go over to the couch and face away from my mother, please, Sabine. Then drop your shorts and panties and bend over and grab your ankles." I hesitated for a moment, my face beginning to turn red and hot. "Don't you love me anymore, Sabine? I really want to heat your ass for when we get together with your parents before everyone leaves and I know that my mother would like to see it after all the talks we've had over the summer." I didn't really want to do this, but I did love her. I walked, haltingly to the couch without looking at her mother. I turned away from her. "Do I have to, Melanie?" "Only if you still love me, darling." I took a deep breath and undid my shorts and pushed them and my panties down, baring my ass to her mother. Then I bent over and grabbed my ankles, knowing what was coming. "Take them off completely, Sabine, so you can move you feet further apart. It'll give you better balance, darling." I did as I was told, blushing furiously, knowing that as I bent over again that my cheeks spread and Melanie's mother was seeing my pussy and asshole. "Grip tight Sabine." I did and then I heard that sound that was still familiar to me. The whoosh of the strap just before it impacted my bare ass. I bit my lip to keep from howling. I heard a giggle from behind me as Melanie's mother watched. Melanie hit me with the strap another five times, all the while talking to her mother and me. "Your ass looks a little fatter, Sabine, is it? No don't tell me. We'll just have to exercise you to tighten it up. It sure jiggles when I hit it, doesn't it mother? And it turns such a nice shade of red, too. Can you see her asshole clench, mother? She does that all the time when she is spanked. But what is the most enjoyable thing is how her cunt gets wet when I spank or strap her. On everyone else, it's a vagina or a pussy, but on Sabine it's a cunt, isn't it Sabine?" There was a moment of silence. "Isn't it Sabine?" Humiliated to tears, bent over and showing her mother everything, only because I was in love and didn't know how to say no. "Yes, it's a cunt, Melanie." "And whose cunt is it, Sabine?" I sobbed softly. "It's your cunt, Melanie." "What did I tell you, mother? And you didn't believe me. Do you believe me now?" "Yes I do, but I still am amazed. Would you mind if I........" "No, but just this once, Mother." I watched between my legs and with tear filled eyes as the strap was handed to Melanie's mother. She stood up and moved to one side of me. I heard her swing the strap twice and then heat blazed across my ass cheeks as she struck me with the strap. "God, that feels amazingly powerful! She'll do this for you anytime you wish, Melanie?" "Yes, mother. She is an obedient little girl. And not just for strappings, either." I heard the sound again and rocked forward as Melanie's mother slammed the strap into my ass again. I sucked in a breath and wiggled my sore ass in the air in a vain attempt to cool it. :"Just one more mother. Then we should meet her parents before they have to leave." Another flash of heat across my ass and Melanie took the strap from her mother and dropped it in front of me. "Put it away Sabine." I reached down and picked up the strap and with a groan, straightened up. Then I hobbled to the closet we shared and hung it on the hook where it had spent the last year at school. Then I returned to stand in front of the two of them, embarrassed and humiliated. Melanie reached down with one hand, ran a finger through my slit and lifted it to my face. If I could have blushed anymore I would have. I knew what she wanted me to do and I leaned forward and took her finger into my mouth, sucking off the juice that had collected in my folds. Her mother clapped her hands. "Oh God, that is precious! I still find this hard to believe." Melanie just smiled at her mother and then at me. "Do you have a bra on, darling?" "Yes." "It's not appropriate attire when you are with me, Sabine. Take it off." I shivered and removed my top and then my bra, standing naked except for my shoes in front of the two of them. Melanie took my bra and bent and picked up my panties and tossed them into the closet. "Turn around." I did so and stood sp they could admire my hot reddened ass. I felt them both stroke it and shivered. It felt good after my strapping but I was totally embarrassed at being naked in front of Melanie's mother and knowing that she was stroking my bare ass. But I let her and Melanie do it. After a couple of minutes, Melanie slapped my ass softly and told me to turn around. Then she reached up with both hands and pinched and rolled my nipples until they were hard and sticking out. "Get dressed, Sabine. Just the top and shorts." "But my parents...." "That is not your concern. Do as I tell you." Shivering because I knew what I would look like without a bra and erect nipples, I sighed and picked up my shorts and slipped them on. After buttoning them and zipping them up I slipped my top over my head and looked down. My nipples were very prominent. I prayed that my mother and father would not notice, although I had no idea how they wouldn't. Melanie and her mother walked to the door and I followed. We went down the stairs and out into the bright sunshine of a lovely fall day. The only drawback in my feelings about it was the fact that my nipples looked so big and my ass was throbbing and really hot. We walked across the lawn to the commons, passing several boys and I watched as one of them would notice me, nudge another and whisper. I blushed again, realizing that they were talking about my hard nipples. How could they not? We finally reached the Commons and entered. We saw my parents and walked to their table. Melanie and her mother sat quickly and I did a lot slower than them, but managed to sit without gasping or sucking in a breath as my hot, strapped ass touched the chair seat. We chatted for a while about school and home and I think I was mostly normal. I didn't squirm but I did cross my arms over my breasts to do the best I could to hide my erect nipple from my parents. I must have succeeded since my mother didn't give me her funny look and she didn't take me aside to talk to me about anything. Finally it was time for the parents to leave and Melanie and I got up and gave hugs and kisses to our parents. We walked out with them to their cars, each getting another hug and kiss. Melanie's mother said. "Well, Sabine, I hope that I'll see more you in the future." Ha! How could she ever see more of me than she already had? Melanie and I waited as they backed out and stood and waved to them as they drove off. "Well Sabine, let's go back to the dorm. I still have to greet you properly and then I want to talk to you, seriously, about some things." "All right, Melanie." We walked back enjoying the warmth and sunshine. We got there shortly and climbed the stairs to our floor. As we reached the landing, Melanie stopped me. "Take off your shoes." I was curious, but I did as I was told. Once they were off, Melanie moved them away from me. She reached towards me, taking hold of the bottom of my top and lifted, pulling it up over my head and off. "Melanie, what are you doing?" "I thought about this all summer, Sabine. I thought about it a lot. I want to show you off. I want people to see you naked, Sabine, I really do." As she was saying this, one hand reached for my shorts and unbuttoned them. Then Melanie slid my zipper down. Just that fast my shorts felt very loose on me. Melanie reached for them and held them up against me. She took her other hand and tilted my head so that I was looking at her. "You want to make me happy, don't you Sabine? You really want to make me happy, don't you?" As I looked at her lovely face, knowing that she loved me all I could do was nod, even though I was feeling very nervous. I glanced to the stairs and saw that I was in plain sight of anyone who reached the landing below. I looked down the hall towards our room and it seemed like it was miles away. Melanie smiled at my nod and released her grip on my shorts and lightly pushed on them. I shivered as I felt them slide down my legs to puddle around my ankles. Once I stepped out of them I would be totally naked in my dorm, in the hallway. "Give them to me." I bent and slipped out of my shorts and hesitantly handed them to her. She smiled at me. Then she bent and picked up my top and shoes. "Count to fifty, then you can come to the room." Melanie turned and walked away from me, leaving me with my mouth open, bare ass naked in the hall. I was so shocked I didn't even think to start counting. When I finally realized that I needed to count, I started but I was nervously shifting from one foot to the other as I imagined another girl with her parents in tow, turning the corner to the landing below and then seeing a naked girl standing at the top of the stairs. I glanced over my shoulder to look down to the landing and then saw the large window that faced the boy's dorm just across the way. I had only by now reached twenty. I shivered and kept counting. When I finally reached fifty I began to walk down the hall to our room. I could feel my breasts bouncing slightly on my chest and the jiggle of my ass behind me. As I walked I could imagine several boys looking out their room windows and seeing me naked in the window in my dorm. I flushed. I reached our door and knocked softly. "Melanie, may I come in, please?" The door opened and Melanie stood in the doorway, looking me up and down, smirking. She reached out and tweaked both of my nipples. I moaned. She stepped back and I scurried into the room. "How do you feel?" "Scared, really warm, tingly all over." "Good. Get on my bed on your hands and knees, Sabine." I hurried over to obey and got on my hands and knees, then waiting for her. I knew what was coming. I heard her rustling in one of her suitcases, then the sound of clothes and then I felt her climb up behind me. I felt her rub a cock over my pussy lips and then the tip was at my hole and she slowly slid it up me. I groaned as she filled me. She slid it into me until the base hit my lips and held it there. "Does it feel good slut? Do you still crave a cock up your cunt?" "Oh God, yes, Melanie." I've missed this so much! I want you to fuck me every chance we get, darling." She wiggled her hips from side to side and slowly slid back out of me, making me whimper. I felt so empty after being filled so deliciously. Then Melanie drove her cock up me hard and I gave a little gasp and held onto the comforter on her bed as she fucked me hard. In the midst of the fucking, I felt lube dripped on my ass hole and moaned. I knew she was going to fuck my ass too. I was pushed forward as she thrust up me and then moved back as she pulled back. I felt a thumb or finger go up my ass and groaned out loud. As much as I wanted to please Melanie, I still didn't really like having my ass penetrated, but it wasn't as though I had a choice any more. If I struggled, she would just hold me down until she got her cock up my ass anyway. She fucked me hard for several minutes and then she pulled out of my cunt. Up until now Melanie had been silent. "Where does my cock go now, slut?" "Up my ass." "Good girl." I felt the tip at my ass hole and Melanie pushed firmly and steadily until the tip was lodged inside my ass. Then with a slow and steady push she slid it right up until I felt the base on my ass cheeks. "Where's my cock now, you dirty fucking whore?" "In my ass" I groaned. "What's it doing in your ass, cunt" as she slowly pulled back. "Fucking my ass, Melanie, fucking my ass." She grabbed my ass cheeks and slid back up me and then back out and in and back, going faster and faster until the sound of her hips hitting my ass cheeks was like a slap. "Rub your clit and come you dirty cunt." I reached back with one hand and started rubbing my pussy and clit frantically and as I did my head and chest slumped down to the comforter, lifting my ass up higher. Melanie didn't even lose rhythm, she just kept fucking me. It wasn't long and I was moaning and rubbing harder and harder until I came, ramming my ass back hard against her. Melanie pumped her cock in and out until she clutched my cheeks so hard it hurt and then I felt her jerking against me as she came also. When her spasms ceased she collapsed on top of me and I ended up flat on my belly with her cock still jammed in my asshole. I could feel her hard nipples against my back and her breath came hot and heavy on my neck. Finally she rolled off me and her cock pulled out of me, leaving my ass hole gaping open. "Kiss me Sabine, and then you can take off the strap on and wash it. You don't have to suck it clean today." I rolled to her and kissed her lips lovingly and then knelt up and removed the strap on. Melanie was just as naked as I was now and she looked so lovely to me I couldn't believe that she was with me. I bent over and kissed each of her nipples and then her slit and got up and went to the bathroom to clean the dildo. Even after being ass fucked I was so happy it was unreal. Melanie still loved me. Everything that I wanted I had, I just hoped that she felt the same way. When I came back into our bedroom/study room Melanie was still on her bed naked. I couldn't help but stare at her, she was so lovely to me. "Go take a bath so you get cleaned up Sabine. Then come back here." "I don't have towels out yet." "I'll find them, just go and wash up like I told you and then come back here." I walked into the bathroom, filled the tub and luxuriated in it for a few minutes, and then I washed up quickly and walked back to the bedroom, dripping water. When we had first moved into this room there were no curtains on the big window, but once we had started making love, Melanie had bought some and they had been left when school was over. The curtains had been drawn for most of the school year. But now the curtains were pulled back and I could see the boy's dorm across the way. I stepped to the side and walked up to the window to close the curtains. "No, Sabine. Leave them open." I looked at her, disbelieving. "Step right in front of the window, darling. Then you can have a towel." I shivered, not just from being totally wet and naked. I stepped over so I was partially in front of the open window. "Another step over, Sabine." I hesitantly took another step to my right and now I was in the center of window with the curtains pulled back. Melanie stepped up where I had been, hidden from any eyes that might be looking at our window. She handed me a towel. "Dry yourself off, darling, just as if the window isn't there." I held the towel in front of me and briskly dried my arms. Melanie giggled. "Turn around to dry your front, Sabine." I did as I was told, but before I turned, I looked down. The window sill was slightly above my knees so from there on up I was totally exposed. Shivering again, I turned so my entire bare back and bare ass faced the window. Then something happened that I certainly didn't expect. "Hello, Jeremy? Are you at your window? You are? Good. What can you see?" I shivered again, listening to her talk on her phone to a guy. "You can see a bare ass? Great! Do you like it? Is anyone else there with you? Oh, that's wonderful! Five of you, huh? Do they like what they're seeing too? Great! Oh, just stay there and watch. It'll be a treat. Bye." I was mindlessly rubbing the towel on my front. I couldn't believe Melanie was doing this to me. "Bend over and get your legs, darling." My face was as hot as it could get. I felt like I had the worst sunburn in the world! I slowly bent over and dried my legs and feet and my imagination was going wild. I close my eyes and could see five guys clustered around a window in the dorm and then my view trailed across the lawn between the two dorms and up to our window. And there I was, exposed from my knees to my head. My bare ass was reddened from the strapping I had received and was totally on view to them. I shuddered.