1 comments/ 81710 views/ 2 favorites Simply Irresistible By: chatbug Six months ago, my life changed so much that I just had to write it down. Even now, I still don’t believe how much. I’m a 45-year-old guy. I’ve been married for twenty-one years to Susan. The first fifteen years were good; the last six tolerable. I have a twelve-year-old son, Mark. Susan and I have drifted apart, and we’ll probably divorce when my son gets older. She’s had her own bedroom for about a year. I led an utterly boring and predictable existence until Sam came into my life. I was sitting on the evening MARC commuter train reading the newspaper. I heard a pleasant female voice say, “Is this seat taken?” I looked up and saw this smiling older woman, maybe in her sixties. I smiled and said, “No.” She sat down, and we talked for a while before she pulled out some knitting. Most people sit silently on the evening train, so I appreciated having someone to chat with. It turned out that we got off at the same station, so she followed me down the aisle to the exit. The station has a low platform, and I have a little trouble getting down the steps. When I got to the platform I turned around, and noticed that the older woman is still at the top of the steps. I offer her my arm, and she takes my hand and comes down the steps to the platform. I wave goodbye as she walks over to the car that’s waiting for her. Another older woman is driving. I walk over to my car, and head home. A couple of days later on the evening train, I see the older woman walking in the aisle. She sits down next to me, puts her hand out, and says, “Hi, I’m Sam.” I shake her hand, and say “I’m Gilbert.” “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” We talk for a couple of minutes, and she pulls out her knitting. I finish reading the paper, and we just sit for the rest of the trip. I help her down the steps and wave as she walks to her car. I’d see Sam on the evening train once or twice a week for maybe a month. I found out that Sam was short for Samantha, and she was traveling into Washington to help out her daughter and visit her grandkids. She lived on a farm with her sister, Olga, who picked her up at the train station. I enjoyed the train rides home when I talked with Sam. One evening we were sitting on the train talking when she asked, “Would you come over and visit with us this evening? You could follow us to our house.” I was a little surprised. Susan wasn’t working this evening, so I didn’t need to get home. “Yes, I’d like that.” Sam smiled, said, “Good,” and picked up her knitting. I followed them to their house in my car. It was an older farmhouse, in fairly good shape but in need of a painting. Corn was growing in the field, and I figured a neighbor was farming the land. Sam introduces me to Olga, who’s a couple of years older than Sam, and we go inside. The furniture is all old, nearly antique, and we go into the living room. I sit down in a wooden rocking chair, while Sam and Olga sit on the sofa. Olga tells me about some of the paintings on the wall, which her late husband had done. Sam gets us some tea. The teacup was real china, and I was careful with it. I’m not a tea or coffee drinker, so I didn’t know what to expect. The tea had no lemon or sugar, but it wasn’t bitter. It had a bit of a woody taste, and a pleasant aroma. Sam tells me about some of the furniture. She’d never married, so most of it was Olga’s. I was sipping my tea and listening. The stories behind the furniture and paintings were fascinating. As I was sipping my third cup of tea, I looked out the window and noticed that it had gotten dark. I looked at my watch, and realized I’d been visiting for over two hours. I turned to them and said, “Excuse me, but I really have to be going.” Olga looked at me and said, “Can’t you stay a while longer?” I got up and answered, “I wish I could, but I have to get up for work tomorrow. Maybe we could get together another evening when Susan’s home.” Sam looked at me and said coolly, “I think you’d better sit down.” I opened my mouth to protest but a feeling came over me that told me to be quiet and sit down. I sat back down in the rocker. Sam offered me another cup of tea. I took a sip of the tea, and waited. She said, “You’ve been so nice to my sister and I. We’re so glad you took the time to visit with us. We don’t get many visitors. Most people ignore us, especially when we’re in Washington.” She took a sip of tea and continued. “We know that your life hasn’t been pleasant lately. We know all about your wife, and what a bitch she’s been to you the last couple of years. You shouldn’t have cheated on her, but now she’s cheating on you out in the open in front of your son. You’re a nice man and you don’t deserve the life you wound up with. We’re glad to help you.” I almost spit out my tea when I heard Sam say bitch. How in the world did Sam know I cheated on my wife? I never told her that. Sure, I’d told her that Susan and I were estranged, but I don’t think I ever mentioned Susan’s boyfriend. Sam continued. “I can see the confused look on your face. My sister and I can read minds. We know all about your sham of a marriage, your cheating and your wife’s cheating. We decided we wanted to help you have a better life. We added a potion to the tea you’ve been drinking. From now on, any woman that looks at you will become, er, highly aroused.” I choked on the tea. Olga leaped up and slapped my back a few times until I started breathing. Sam was giggling. “I’m sorry we surprised you like that, but we’re pleased with your reaction. Many men would get excited and arrogant if a woman told them they were irresistible; you were shocked. We feel that in time you will recognize and live up to the responsibilities that go along with this gift.” Sam stood up and took my hand. “Thank you for visiting with us. We hope to see you again.” I got up, took Sam’s hand into mine, and kissed it. I kissed Olga’s hand, and left. On the drive home I thought about what Sam said, and laughed. I had no idea that Sam had such a wicked sense of humor. Irresistible to women. Yeah, right. I was a three or four on a scale of ten. I knew I enjoyed looking, hell leering at attractive women, but I just couldn’t imagine a woman looking at me like that. I didn’t think much more about it as I drove home. Susan was waiting for me at the front door. “Where the hell have you been? It’s almost nine!” I wasn’t in the mood for a fight. “I was visiting with someone I’d met on the train. We lost track of the time. I’m sorry.” Susan’s voice softened. “You should be sorry. I’ve been worried about you. You should have called.” “You’re right. I should have called, and I’m sorry. I’m going to bed.” I went up to my room and chuckled to myself as I got ready for bed. Irresistible to women. Maybe in my dreams. I got up the next morning and got ready for work. I made it to the train station with about ten minutes to spare. I went into the station and sat down. The station was empty; everyone else was waiting on the platform. Edie, the station manager, came over and sat next to me. We’ve chatted before, and I’d even stopped at the station a few evenings after work to chat. She’s a friendly person and enjoys chatting with lots of people. “Morning, Edie.” “Good morning, Gilbert. You look great today!” “Uh, thanks. You look nice yourself.” A man came in to buy a ticket, and Edie got up to help him. A few more came into the station to get tickets, and I got up and said “Goodbye” to Edie when the train pulled up to the platform. I got on the train and walked back to the last car. Mark was waiting for me. He gets on the train one stop earlier, and gets off at Baltimore. We’re usually the only ones in the car until we get to Baltimore. “Hey Mark,” I say as I sit down across the aisle from him. “Hey Gilbert,” he says. “How’d the Orioles do last night?” I get the sports section out of the newspaper and look. “They lost again.” “What was the score?” “Three to two.” I look at the rest of the story about the game. I hear the newspaper rustle, and I assume that Mark had picked up a section to read. I felt a hand on my arm, and I looked up. A woman was sitting next to me. She’s short and petite, with short straight red hair. I’d seen her waiting on the platform in the morning many times before. She also walked back to the last car of the train, but she sat on the lower level. Some mornings I followed her to the back of the train, watching her nice soft ass sway as she walked in front of me. I’d wanted to talk to her, but I never approached her. She looked at me and said, “Hi, I’m Julie. I’ve noticed you looking at me and I thought it was time to meet you.” I said, “Hi, I’m Gilbert. Happy to meet you.” She looked down at my crotch and said, “Yes, I can see that. I hope to get acquainted with Mr. Happy later.” I didn’t know what to say; I was surprised and shocked. Julie didn’t want to talk either. She took my head with her hands and kissed me. The first kisses were soft and gentle. Her perfume smelled sweet. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and we french kissed for a while. She moved her left hand down and rubbed my cock through my trousers with the palm of her hand. I put my right hand on the back of her neck. My left hand squeezed one of her breasts, but she was wearing a bra. After one long, slow kiss she sat back down against the seat. I could see Mark grinning and staring at us. Julie turned to me and whispered, “Let’s go to the next car where we can have some privacy.” One of the bathrooms was in the back of the car just in front of our car. I was guessing she wanted me to have sex with her in the bathroom. I admit, the offer was very tempting. The bathroom was large enough. We’d have almost fifteen minutes before the train would fill up with commuters. I’d always fanaticized about having wild sex, but I’d never dreamed I’d have the opportunity. Nevertheless, I didn’t feel comfortable having sex on the train. Not with someone I’d just met. I turned to Julie and whispered, “Uh, maybe another time?” Julie frowned a little. “Suit yourself.” She slouched back in the seat, pulled up her skirt, and played with her pussy right through her pantyhose. Right between Mark and I. After a while she made some mewing sounds and put her skirt down. Her scent filled the car. I assume she was satisfied. A couple of minutes later we pulled into the Baltimore station. Mark waved bye, with a huge grin on his face, and left to go to work. Commuters came in and sat down around us. The women smiled when they walked past us. Julie grabbed my left arm and held it all the way to Washington. All I could think about was Julie and what she’d done. When we arrived in Washington, Julie waited until most of the commuters had left. She kissed me goodbye and whispered, “I’ll see you later.” She got up and left. I sat for a couple of minutes until I calmed down, then I got up and left. I was shocked to realize Sam hadn’t been kidding around with me. I noticed women turning and looking at me as I walked through Union Station. I walked to the building I worked in, and sat down in my cubicle. Srilekha, an Indian woman who works with me, found excuses to spend most of the day in my cube. She’d giggle and say things in her native language, which wasn’t helping us to get any work done. Other women I knew came by to visit, every so often, after they’d seen me. After lunch, I grabbed my laptop and went up on the roof of the building for a couple of hours to get some work done. When I got back to my cube, there were five women standing there, waiting for me. I spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and being stared at. I left work a few minutes early to get a good seat on the evening train. Walking though Union Station to get to my train, I heard a black woman loudly say, “He has a fine ass for a white man.” I saw women looking at me and smiling. I made it to my seat and started reading the newspaper. A few minutes later this very nice looking woman sat down next to me. She didn’t say anything to me, but she looked at me all the way to Baltimore. Almost as soon as she got up, another woman sat down next to me. I recognized her, although I didn’t know her name. I knew she got off at the same station as me. She didn’t try to kiss me, but she grabbed my left arm and held it until we got up to get off the train. Instead of going home, I drove out to where I thought Sam and Olga’s house was. I wanted them to remove the spell; I didn’t want to be irresistible. I say I thought, because I drove around the farm community for almost an hour and I couldn’t find their house. I was disgusted at myself for not remembering where their house was. I usually have a great sense of direction. I drove home. Susan was at work, and my son had already made himself a burrito for dinner. I played on the computer for a little while, and I went to bed. It took a while before I calmed down enough to go to sleep. The alarm woke me up before I was ready. Thank God it’s Friday. I got ready for work, and drove to the train station. I went in, and as soon as I sat down Edie was sitting beside me. “Morning Edie.” “Good morning, Gilbert. You’re looking good today.” She took my right arm into her hands. “You’re looking fine yourself.” I could see Edie blush. We were friendly acquaintances before. Now I knew I’d have to be careful what I said to keep from hurting her. Edie asked, “Do you have plans for the weekend?” Was this a friendly question or something more serious? “No, I’m just going to hang around the house and play games with my son.” “Oh. I was hoping we could get together and maybe go to the beach.” I didn’t want to lead Edie on. “Maybe another weekend.” Edie brightened, “Great. I’m looking forward to it.” Julie came into the station, saw Edie holding my arm, and stormed over. She put her hands on her hips as she hissed, “Get your hands off him Edie, he’s mine.” I was surprised and a little angry. I stared at Julie, and in as calm a voice as I could muster I said, “Julie, sit down. Don’t you ever speak like that to Edie again.” She sat down across from us and glared at us. The train pulled into the station a little while later. Julie took my arm, and we got into the train together. We walked to the back of the train. Instead of passing by the bathroom, she opened the door, pulled me in, and shut it behind us. I was still a little upset and was going to say something when she pulled her sweater off over her head. I was looking right at a pair of the roundest breasts I’d ever seen. They looked like baseballs with nipples. Julie hissed at me. “Hurry up, we only have twenty minutes. Get undressed.” I’m embarrassed to say I wasn’t angry any more. She took off her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her bush was neatly trimmed. I took off my shirt and pants while she spread a blanket on the floor. “Lay down,” Julie commanded. I lay down on the blanket. She put a condom on my now fully erect cock, then lowered herself on. She sat still for a while, then used her legs to bounce up and down. She leaned forward, and I played with her breasts and nipples while she fucked. The scent of her perfume was mixing with our sweat and the smells of the train. She’d come, kiss me for a little while, then bounce again. She came four times before our twenty minutes were up. We cleaned up, got dressed, and found seats in the back of the train just as we were pulling into Baltimore’s Penn Station. We were sitting facing another pair of seats. Two nice looking women sat opposite us; they watched Julie kiss me all the way to Washington. My female co-workers were more reserved than yesterday. Other women I’d never seen or met before were finding reasons to come by my cube. It was pleasant to meet them, but I wasn’t getting any work done. I went up on the roof for a couple of hours after lunch with my laptop. Julie wasn’t on the train home. Thank goodness. I wouldn’t have to deal with Julie until Monday. Women stared at me, but I sat with this guy I’d seen on the train before. The weekend was quiet, except that Susan took a sudden interest in me and what I was doing. I was tempted to use her desires to get some revenge, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I mostly played on the computer and spent some time with Mark. I was sorry the weekend was over on Monday; I was tempted to drive to work rather than take the train. Julie was waiting for me in the station. We went into the train bathroom and fucked on the way to Baltimore, and sat in the back and kissed all the way to Washington. I noticed the women staring at me in the train station. Work was a little better. My female co-workers seemed to be more comfortable around me, and I got a few things accomplished between visits from other women. Julie was waiting for me by the evening train; we kissed to Baltimore and fucked to Edgewood. The rest of the week went well. I got accustomed to fucking Julie on the train, and my female co-workers seemed to calm down enough for me to get my work done. Women would stare at me wherever I walked, and would sometimes say something out loud. I dated the women I was interested in, but all they wanted to do was have sex. Guys, you can stop laughing now. It’s not funny. I dated Edie and we talked more. I suppose it’s because we had a friendship before I became so desirable. I’ll have to let you know how it turns out between us some other time. Simply Irresistible Robert Simms went over the facts for the hundredth time and still as perplexed as the first time. It had to be a conspiracy and yet it couldn't be a conspiracy – after all, only one lie detector result came back as deceptive. Large sums of money were being embezzled from the Chicago office. He'd placed Gerald Dalton in charge of getting to the bottom of the matter. When Gerald reported back that it was still a mystery, Robert asked him to request that the staff submit to lie detector tests. Robert was assured that there were no discrepancies in the tests and the expert who administered the tests sent a report that stated that everyone was truthful in not being involved, or having knowledge of the missing money. Robert asked for the test results and asked another expert to review the results. This expert told that one of his employees was being highly deceptive. His expert was flabbergasted that the initial tester would have passed this employee, a Ms. Marnie Dickinson. Robert called the initial tester and asked him about Ms Dickinson's test results and was floored by his answer. "Oh, no, I know what the results say but there are many factors that can skewer the results. Mar ... Ms. Dickinson does not have a deceptive bone in her body! I would stake my professional reputation on that!" He felt that he had no choice but to go to the Chicago office and get to the bottom of this on his own. He was, of course, interested in meeting Marnie Dickinson but was told that she never got in before 1pm. When he expressed shock over this he was told that it was not important because she worked hard when she was in and was good at delegating responsibilities. Robert requested the personnel files of all the staff but pulled out Marnie's file right away. He looked at her resume and saw that she was very young, had no college education and no experience in the field. Yet she'd been hired in anyhow. The personnel manager had looked confused when he'd questioned this and said that she was hired because she was clearly the most qualified candidate. When he asked anyone about Marnie, a warm smile would break across the person's face, and he'd be told how wonderful she was. Then they'd look at him suspiciously and say that they hoped he was not accusing Marnie of something, because she was just too honest and wonderful to ever do anything wrong. Several people said that if Marnie got fired they would quit. Robert couldn't wait to see a woman that was beginning to take on mythic proportions in his mind. Since investigating this case he'd been through a series of surprises and shocks but never more so then when he first saw Marnie. She was wearing high heels but still could not be over 5'4". She was wearing a tight red leather dress that clung to her curves, and she had enough long blonde hair for three people. She was really...cute. Just looking at her he knew why the personnel manager would be charmed: she radiated sex appeal. But it didn't explain the universal lovefest. And shouldn't some of the women be resentful of the Kewpie Doll? One of the women was whispering to Marnie, no doubt warning her about him, but the blonde looked completely unworried. In fact, she smiled and walked toward him. He noticed that most of the staff, male and female, followed her progress with barely disguised adoration. Hi, I'm Marnie Dickinson." She held out a well-manicured hand with long, red fingernails. Robert was mildly perturbed that he was not the one to initiate the handshake. It was a minor thing but it would have made clear his authority. He held her hand firmly to show that he was in control. He also made note of the diamond bracelet she wore. "Step into the office, Ms Dickinson," he said, but then realized she'd been halfway in by the time he began speaking. He closed the door behind them. "Call me Marnie, please." She gave a sunny smile and he noticed that her lipstick matched her nails and outfit perfectly. He was had a sudden, strange moment where he wondered if he had stumbled into the filming of Legally Blonde 3. "Very well, Marnie...the reason I asked you..." "Can I call you Robert? I would really like to!" She looked at him with guileless blue eyes. "I don't think that would be appropriate in...ok, why not? Call me Robert." He hadn't meant to say that. He wondered why he did. He tried force it out of his mind, telling himself that it was not important. He had more pressing matters before him. "Thank you, Robert!" She cocked her head to one side in a fashion that was downright adorable. "The reason I needed to see you, Marnie, is that, as you are well aware, money is missing. If someone has been doing some fancy accounting work to cover their tracks..." "Robert?" "Yes?" "I know it's *super* important that we discuss this but, can you do one little thing for her first?" "What?" This just was not going as expected. The girl just could not seem to focus. She was currently examining her dress and playing with the hemline. He tried not to stare at her legs. He realized that that the skirt had zippers on each side, and he watched in amazement as she unzipped them and the leather relaxed away from her skin. "Eat my pussy." "What?" Marnie hopped on the desk and hiked up her skirt to reveal she was wearing stockings and garters but no panties. The neatly trimmed bush indicated that she was a natural blonde. Robert gaped. "Oh, I guess the lack of panties is not professional looking but, well, I just like my pussy licked so often that panties are a waste of time." She shook her finger at him playfully. "Speaking of a waste of time, what are you waiting for, Robert?" "I ..." "If we are going to discuss the money we have to get going, some of the girls are going to a late lunch and I want to go with! So could you please lick my pussy before I get cross?" Robert found himself kneeling in front of her. He didn't quite know why. She was attractive, but this was highly inappropriate. He didn't even do that for his wife! He began to tentatively lick. "Come on, Robby, it isn't made of tissue paper, you can lick it harder. Mmmm, really get in there. Come on, Robby, lick the clit..." Her little girl voice suddenly sounded quite bossy. He found himself, not only obeying, but desperately wanting to please her. Wanting to be rewarded by her cumming all over his face. "That's better, you're getting it. You have real potential, Robby, I might even let you do this again some time if you do a nice job for me today! Would you like that, nod if you would!" Robert felt himself nodding from between her silky thighs, revelling in her pussy juices that he found to be amazingly delicious as they coated his tongue. Marnie was getting really wet and he was honored that he was the cause. He hoped he's get the chance to do it again and again. "Oh, Robby, good pussy licking technique, you're getting it...oh, mmmm, lick it, lick it, get your tongue up there, yes, suck on my clit, suck on it!" Robby eagerly obeyed and was overjoyed when she loudly orgasmed. He knew that the whole office could probably hear, and know that he was the one that gotten her off! Afterwards he stood up and began to unzip his pants. He HAD to be inside his goddess! Marnie looked aghast. "What ARE you doing?" He felt like a little boy. "Well, I just thought that we could..." "Do I seem like that type of girl, Robby? That I would use my body to get ahead?" "No, it's just that I'm really aroused and..." "This is an office and we've just met! We are professionals and stuff! And I am supposed to be going to lunch with the girls! It's totally unfair that nobody appreciates me for my mind!" Robert was embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Marnie, it's just that I got sidetracked. Don't be mad, okay, Sugar?" Marnie bit her lip, but then cracked a little smile. "Oh, okay! I know you didn't mean anything by it. Can I go now?" "There is still the matter of the missing money. I just feel silly now even mentioning it." Marnie looked shocked. "You think I took the money?" "Oh, no, Doll Baby, don't SAY that! Don't even think that!" She looked skeptical. "So then why am I here?" Why did he have her here? Other than to be near her. He couldn't tell her that he only used this all as an excuse to get her alone. "I...I...thought maybe you might know something about it." She walked over and snuggled up to him, he found himself cradling her gently in his arms. "Robby, you know I am loyal to this company, and if I knew something I would tell you, right?" "Of course, of course." He found himself stroking her back, and trying not to press his erection against her. He would hate to offend her. Marnie pulled away. "Good. Because if you didn't have faith in me, I just don't know what I would do." "Of course I have faith in you...I... I love you!" Marnie giggled. "Can I go now?" "Of course, Angel? You all set for money?" "Yeeeah." "Now, you would tell me if you weren't, right?" "Well, I could maaaaybe use a little more." She blushed, catching her full lower lip between perfect white teeth, and looked down at the utilitarian tan carpeting. He tried not to grin—it would hardly do to have her figure out he was wrapped about his little finger lest she take advantage of the situation. Robert was already pulling a couple large bills out of his wallet. "You have a good time at lunch...and go out and buy yourself something really pretty afterwards." "Thank you!" Marnie pointed to her forehead, and it took him a second to understand. He placed a little kiss right where she'd pointed. Then she indicated her nose and giggled as he dropped a kiss there. Then she pointed at her mouth and he planted a kiss there, which he tried to deepen, but she pulled back. She shook her finger at him, playfully. "Don't be fresh! Want to know something funny?" He smiled back at her. "What?" "I can taste my pussy on your lips! Gotta go, Robby!" Marnie left the office, leaving Robert to stare after her in mute adoration. But he HAD to get back to work. Now to figure out who was behind the missing and diverted funds. It was a real mystery! Simply Irresistible The restaurant was on top of the ferris wheel that was trends in New York dining; at the moment, it was popular enough that the Pope would have to slip a hundred dollar bill to the maitre'd to get a table. When famous people went there, it wasn't a sign of the restaurant's fame that they would dine there, but rather a sign of their fame that the restaurant would accept them. It had a name, of course, but that only drifted on the short-term memory. After all, in six months, it would be another establishment's turn on top. Mikal walked in with the sort of quiet confidence that is sometimes mistaken by the ignorant for swagger; in fact, it was the exact opposite. Swagger is the sort of thing people have when they lack confidence within, but seek to show it externally; Mikal entered the restaurant secure in the knowledge that he was the most important being in it, and utterly uncaring of the opinions of anyone else present. He wore a suit by Armani, and wore it in such a way that suggested Armani suits were invented for him to wear, and that the rest of us were just allowed to try them on. In point of fact, this was true. He stepped up to the maitre'd and said, "Table for two, non-smoking...nothing by the window, though. I hate having to look out at the city while I eat. It ruins my appetite." "And do you have an appointment, sir?" The maitre'd was not impressed. "Appointments are for people--" He was interrupted by a shrill bleeping noise coming from his breast pocket. "Hold on. I have to take this." He reached into his pocket and whipped out a cell phone. "Go." There was a pause. "Absolutely not--no, I'm not--Beni, interrupt me again and I'll condemn your soul to the Storm of a Thousand Swords--thank you. No. I'm not doing another lamp contract right now; I just got out of a ten-thousand year contract, and I'm not interested.--I don't care what they're offering.--That much?--That many?--Let me consider it, then. But five hundred years is the most I can commit this time around, Beni. We've got serious backers for that traveling shop in 2543, and I don't want to lose them.--Look, it's going to have to wait; I've got a client follow-up to do, here, and I'd like to get a seat before she arrives.--OK, love to the spawn. Buh-bye." He closed the phone, and smiled apologetically at the maitre'd. "Sorry," he said. "Agents. You know how it is." The maitre'd shook his head with what was probably meant to be a sympathetic reaction, but he simply didn't have the knack. "No, sir. I am afraid I only deal with the restaurant; that occupies quite enough of my time. For you see, sir, we are entirely booked up. I cannot give you a table." Mikal pointed. "That one's free." The maitre'd followed his gaze. "There are two people sitting there, sir." Mikal narrowed his eyes, and there was a faint, but discernible mist that flowed from his outstretched finger. It swirled around the couple, who instantly vanished. "I see it as empty." The maitre'd blinked and nodded, his eyes faintly glazing over for a moment. "You are correct, sir. But there are other people waiting--" Mikal smiled. "But I was here first. Check the list." The maitre'd looked down, just as the ink on the waiting list seemed to crawl beneath his gaze. "Indeed, sir, I apologize once again. A table for two, immediately. And your companion?" "She should be along momentarily. I'll just sit down to order, and when she gets here, you can direct me to her." "What will she be looking like, sir?" "You'll know her. She makes quite an impression." ***** He had just completed his order (roasted dodo breasts, passenger pigeon sauteed in brandy, and a bottle of wine that had never existed) when Susan came through the door. She was small, slight, and most definitely not stacked; perhaps a little mousy, but charming enough in an Audrey Hepburn sort of way. And so it was interesting to watch; as she walked through the room, an observer from somewhere around the area of the chandelier would observe a fascinating ripple effect as every head turned to face her, every eye gravitated towards her as though on swivels, and every single person in the room became suddenly aroused. (The chandelier observer probably wouldn't have noticed that last one, except in the cases of a few exceptionally well-endowed men.) She stepped up to the maitre'd, who surreptitiously crumpled up his list and threw it away. "Would you like a table, madam? Or perhaps two? Or, if you would like to speak to the owner, I could try to convince him to give you the entire restaurant. It would be an honor to work for you. I would need no pay; simply the chance to--" Susan smiled. Three men and two women, including the maitre'd, had orgasms. "No, dear boy. No thank you; I'm really just here to meet someone. In fact, there he is over there." She gestured towards Mikal's table. "Thank you for your help, though; if you'd like to fuck anyone in the room while I'm here, just tell them I said it was all right." The maitre'd blushed. "Thank you, madam, but I am certain I would just imagine them to be you. Would you like me to carry you to your table? I would hate for you to have to strain anything." "No, I do prefer walking. Keeps me trim." "Sensible and health-conscious." He watched as she walked over to the table without even noticing the stain of semen seeping through the fabric of his pants. Later, he would have them framed. Susan reached the table just as an even half-dozen men were fighting over who would pull her chair out for her. Since there was no clear victor, she did the honors herself, neatly sitting across from Mikal. For a moment, she was silent. "I have to admit," she said at last, "I wasn't expecting to hear from you again." Mikal smirked. "I always do a one-year checkup on my clients. It's good business practice; helps keep away those nasty rumors. You'd be amazed at the sort of stuff business rivals can put up on you in the field of wish-granting. Anything I can do to help generate positive word of mouth is worth my time." Susan started to respond, when a waiter stepped up. "Can I take your order, madam? Perhaps give you my tip money? I can perform oral sex on you, if you'd like. My wife says I'm very talented." Susan looked over at Mikal, with an 'I get this all the time' expression on her face. "Really, I believe that the gentleman I'm with has already ordered...but after you bring the food, you can crawl under the table and suck my toes until we're ready for dessert." The waiter straightened up. "Yes, ma'am!" he said, departing to the kitchens. Susan sighed. "Charming boy," she said. "If I hadn't already been serviced by my chauffeur in the parking lot, I'd probably have taken him up on it." She blushed slightly. "That was why I was late, by the way; dreadfully sorry. I try to give Allan at least one chance to put his head between my thighs each day, no matter how tired I am; otherwise, he's just no good to anyone." Mikal wasn't startled; rather, he seemed amused at the whole notion. "I see you've gotten used to your new lifestyle fairly well, then. That takes care of a few questions." "Well, I won't deny that it does get a bit exhausting sometimes. I mean, it's rare that I get any privacy at all in public--" She was interrupted by an elderly man in a finely tailored suit (although, needless to say, he didn't wear it as well as Mikal.) He coughed slightly and said, "Ma'am, I couldn't help but notice y'all over here, and I was wondering if you were single? I'm a wealthy man, and if you'd like, I could make you the happiest gal on earth." Susan put her hand to her mouth in mock embarrassment. "Why, sir," she said, "I'm afraid I'm just not interested in marriage right now! But if you want to make me happy, you could consider donating...how much money do you have?" "I'm worth five hundred billion dollars right now, ma'am." She tapped him on the shoulder coquettishly. "Aren't you just a busy little beaver? I tell you what--you donate a hundred billion dollars of that to AIDS research and you can have the satisfaction of knowing I'm happy with you." The old man walked away, a smile on his face (and a pup tent in his pants.) She turned back to Mikal. "You see what I mean about the privacy? It's always something." "I admired how you handled him." "Oh, I always try to give something back. Although I must say, I'm glad that I used one of my wishes on an immunity to STD's...when I first got into this, I was putting a different cock in me every day!" "But not anymore?" "Oh, I'm down to six or seven committed partners now--" she giggled-- "plus a little quickie with a stranger when the mood strikes me. Regular old homebody, that's me!" "And do you miss the way you were? Would you prefer to have it all back?" "Have what back? My ratty little secretary's job? A boss who didn't even know my name? Oh, no, honey. I'm loving every minute of being the most fascinating woman in the room." A cloud passed across her face. "Why? Are you here to take it all back?" Mikal shook his head. "Not unless you want me to." "I could, then? I thought that wishes were, you know...un-revokable." "It's 'irrevocable', miss," a man said as he came up to the table. "Um...I was wondering, would you be interested in having sex with me and my wife? It'd be a real honor." Susan looked at his crotch. "Hmm," she said. "A little hard to tell with all that fabric in the way--could you just drop your pants for me?" After he obliged, she took his cock into her hands. "Nice size, good heft...nice heavy balls, too. Where's your wife?" The man pointed to a stunning blonde two tables over. Susan looked at her appraisingly. "It does sound tempting--I tell you what. You start fucking her on the table now, and if I have time, I'll join in!" She gave his cock a quick peck. "But don't cum until I get there!" The man smiled rapturously. "Oh, thank you, miss! Thank you so much!" He ran back and pulled his wife's dress down, revealing a pair of fantastic tits. "Bisexual now, are we?" asked Mikal as the food arrived shortly thereafter. "Well, I do dabble," Susan said as the waiter crawled under the table and pulled off her shoes. "At first I tried to say no, but the girls in the typing pool looked at me with those sad little puppy-dog eyes, and I just had to give them the chance to tongue my asshole at least once!" She shivered sensuously in her chair. "Feet only, dear," she whispered down to the waiter. "Don't be naughty." Then she turned her attention back to Mikal. "I'm sorry, you were saying about the wishes." Mikal nodded. "As I was saying, all my wishes are fully guaranteed, with an immediate return if unsatisfied. Certainly, I try to work with the clients in cases of confusing or unclear wording--for example," he chuckled, "there was the gentleman in Alabama who wished to be 'hung like a black man'. Certainly a poor choice of phrasing there, but I managed to reverse it before his windpipe was completely crushed, and with no harm done." He thought for a moment. "Well, not much harm." Susan smiled. "Well, I never!" she said. "You, sir, are a closet moralist!" Mikal waggled his fingers. "Perhaps a little. I don't seem to notice you doing undue harm." "Well," Susan said conspiratorially, "I did do a little experimenting early on. Asked my boss to slit his wrists for me." "And did he?" "Almost--I didn't have the heart, poor dear. Even though he'd been so rude to me, I just couldn't see him do anything wrong." She laughed. "Perhaps everyone should get to experience absolute power; it's very good for your moral sensibilities." Mikal waggled his eyebrows. "It's an idea I've considered," he said. "But I've just got too much work to do--I thought I'd be able to get rid of some of the backlog once I was out of the lamp, but I'm still committed on several rings and wands. And I never realized how much office space that lamp had--my apartment is nowhere near as good." "Well, if you're ever in need of a little relaxation, you can feel free to stop by the mansion; I've got a wonderful masseuse in there, and Pierre is an excellent cook." Mikal held up a hand. "You're kind, but I only have a physical body when I need to. In any event, I can put you down as a satisfied customer?" "Oh, most definitely." She looked across. "Oh, dear. That little twosome is developing into a full-blown orgy over there--I should probably go join in, if only to keep order. Thanks for the wishes!" Mikal nodded, standing up and walking away. Behind him, he could hear the moans of passion beginning to escalate, and he smiled to himself. Another job well done, he thought as he discorporated. Now, just ten billion more, and I'll finally be free... THE END Simply Irresistible This story is based on interracial lesbian reluctance, coercion and domination. It is fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on. ---------------------------------------- Briana, Leah and Aimee had been dancing all night. The combination of the heavy beat pounding out of the sound system, and the lavish amounts of alcohol the three girls had already consumed, had reinforced the high they were already feeling. This wasn't their usual haunt, but they had agreed to try it after Aimee had been given free tickets from a colleague at work. What they hadn't known—until after they had arrived—was that it was a lesbian club. At first, Aimee had wondered out loud if her work friend was sending out subconscious signals to her, but after the initial shock the three best friends had almost wet themselves laughing at the thought. They were determined to make the most of the experience and why not? The double-tiered nightclub was alive with music and the drinks were much cheaper than other clubs they frequented. Better yet, there were no guys trying it on with them every few seconds. Yes, there had been a few hungry glances at their limber bodies from other women—unusual but surprisingly sexy—but otherwise they had been left alone to enjoy their night together. Briana was well aware that while she had consumed too much alcohol, both Leah and Aimee were way beyond their own limits. They had increasingly acted up as the night had progressed, intent on getting themselves noticed by more and more of the clubs regular clientèle. It was as if they were trying to outdo one another, revelling in the fact that all eyes were on them as they shamelessly bumped and grinded their bodies against each other in the most brazenly sexual way possible. It came as no surprise when other women gathered around them but it was two black women who took the initiative. They were much older than the majority of the other club goers—in their fifties, Briana guessed—and they cleverly chose the right moment to move in, seemingly intent on separating Briana from her drunken friends. "You move very well, girl," the first of the two woman casually called across to her. Her eyes worked their across Briana's pert body, making no secret of letting the girl know exactly where she was staring. Briana wasn't in the least bit intimidated. She met the confident gaze full on and stared back equally as boldly. The woman's pendulous breasts were barely contained in her simple black dress and her fabulous bubble butt was moving in that sassy way that only a black woman could pull off. But before she could think of a suitable put—down, Leah was dancing closer, as if determined to get in on the action. "We all do, honey," she shouted back to the woman. As soon as she had the woman's attention, she danced closer and casually flicked up the hem of her skirt. "You like cute white girls, do you?" she asked. Briana closed her eyes and cringed. That was so typical of Leah. She always turned into a full—on tease when she'd had too much to drink. Pushing the boundaries... "Hell, yeah..." the woman quickly responded. She was fully focused on Leah now, a smile creasing her face as the hot looking young brunette swayed in front of her. She always had known how to use that Playboy body of hers. "A cute little underdressed white thing like you make me and my friends drool at the mouth," she throatily husked. "Can't you tell?" "Me too?" Aimee asked, determined not to be pushed into the background. Hands in the air, hips gyrating, she swayed her ass more sensually to the heavy beat as she dancer closer to Leah. Her long legs made up for her lack of substance up top and they were perfectly displayed in her short—very short—cream designer dress and heels. Briana pouted to herself at being squeezed out of the action and wished she hadn't dressed more conservatively than the others. Yes, her pair of low-rise skinny jeans cupped her ass tightly and her overly tight, sleeveless blouse curved closely around her apple sized breasts. But despite the plunging neck that presented a teasing amount of her pert cleavage, her two friends had way more flesh on display. And the two of them were acting considerably more provocatively. "I'm Olivia," the woman said, turning her full attention to Leah and Aimee now. Briana's lower lip quivered. She wasn't interested in either of these two women, or any women at all for that matter, but she hated missing out on the attention her friends were now receiving. "Leah," her friend casually said, still dancing. Her movements became even raunchier than before as she introduced herself. That was typical Leah. She loved making sure the attention was on her. "And I'm Aimee," her blonde friend added, flicked her hair across one shoulder as she wrapped her arms around Leah's neck. She sexily pressed herself against her friend's curves as she gave the two women one of her sultry stares. There wasn't any way she was going to let Leah get in all the flirting time here. She was every bit as hot, raunchy and uninhibited. She began to grind her body against Leah, putting on a show for their admirers. Briana groaned to herself and turned away a little. Short of acting like her two friends were, she realised that she wasn't going to get the attention they were getting. And she wasn't going to demean herself by following their lead. Leah and Aimee were such flirts, especially after a few drinks, although it was usually guys on the receiving end of their teasing. There was something about the demeanour of these two women that suggested they wouldn't be so easy to manipulate. Despite letting the girls take the initiative, it felt to Briana that the older women were firmly in control. This was a situation they had encountered all too many times before. "Good to meet ya both," Olivia grinned. She nodded at her friend. "This is Precious. You girls must be new around here." "We get around," Leah laughed. The two friends separated and danced closer to the woman. Hands in her hair, Aimee shimmied closer and closer to Precious. Leah went a step further, moving behind Olivia and grinding her groin into that bubble butt ass. Briana cringed again. This was getting out of hand. There was something about the knowing look Olivia and Precious exchanged that made her nervous. The situation was developing in a way they were comfortable with, that was for sure. "Let's go to the bar," she suddenly suggested, attempting to defuse the situation. But no-one was listening. The effect of the alcohol on her friends was all too evident as they tried to outdo each other again. They were grinding their bodies against their new found friends now, like a pair of pole dancers. Briana shook her head disdainfully. Hopefully common sense would have kicked in by the time she returned from the restrooms. Right now, she needed to get away from all this. But as she began to work her way through the throng of dancing women, Leah and Aimee barely even realised she had gone. ---------------------------------------- Briana stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had taken her time in the ladies room, trying to get her thoughts in order. Her head was spinning and even after dousing water on her face, she was still feeling the effect of too much drink. Goodness knows how Leah and Aimee were coping. Instinct told her she needed to get them out of there. But just as she turned around to make her way back to the dance floor, a sixth sense stilled her movement. For some reason she couldn't explain, she stepped into a stall, out of the way. There wasn't even time to lock the door when she heard the outer restroom door opened. The voice that spoke was familiar. "This way, girl..." The small space between the door and the frame allowed Briana to see out into the room if she angled her head. Olivia held Leah's hand and Precious's arm was linked with Aimee's. There was no doubt that her friends were well the worse for drink and they were being led into the restrooms like prizes that had just been won. The sight made her heart beat even faster. So did the thought of discovery. If they decided to check the stalls, she was done for. A third black woman had followed them into the room but she only had eyes for the unfolding action. She crossed her arms over her ample chest as she leant back against the outer door—keeping guard?—and a wide grin spread across her face as Olivia and Precious took control of the evolving situation. As if it were two hot guys they were with, Leah and Aimee responded instantly as the older women pulled them into a heated kissing session. It had to be the effect of the alcohol, Briana told herself. Neither of her friends were bi, at least to her knowledge, and yet they were eagerly responding as Olivia and Precious mauled their mouths. Olivia had Leah pressed against the far wall and her hands mashed the girl's breasts through her flimsy top as they kissed. Leah had nowhere to go, helplessly pinned against the wall as Olivia's experienced hands teased her arousal levels even higher and higher. Aimee was leaning back against the washbasin, her moans bouncing off the restroom walls almost as soon as Precious' lips began to kiss all down her sensitive neck. The scene was unbelievably hot. The women were old enough to be their mothers and Leah and Amy had played right into their hands. They'd thought they were teasing the two women on the dance floor but instead Olivia and Precious had let themselves work each other up. The older women had known what they were doing, all right. And now they were reaping the benefits. They had manipulated the situation so that both Leah and Aimee had become easy pickings and the two younger girls were so helplessly turned on they were unable to resist. Olivia was whispering in Leah's ear as she turned her around to face the wall. As soon as she lifted her arms up to shoulder height and rested them on the tiled wall, Olivia's hand curled underneath her dress. Leah's gasps confirmed it had reached its destination. Her other hand had returned to one of the girl's ripe breasts, squeezing it as she began to rub Leah through her panties. The helpless teenage thighs parted even wider of their own volition. She hung her head in growing need, her moans growing louder as her overheated body was teased further into arousal. Precious was just as dominating. She had Aimee bent backwards over the counter, totally at her mercy. There was no way the girl could resist even if she wanted to. The older woman had already pulled her cream designer dress up to her waist and her hand was inside Aimee's thong, making her squirm. As she fingered her, she dragged the top of the girl's dress to one side and began to suck on her left breast. Briana had never seen anything quite so sexual. The flood of arousal between her thighs embarrassed her. Here she was, watching surreptitiously while her two best friends were being taken and used by these two black women. Despite the situation, she had shamelessly dropped a hand between her own legs and begun to rub herself over her jeans. She couldn't help herself. Every woman had had a fantasy at one time or another about being taken by another woman, right? The fact that Precious and Olivia had had definitely planned this only made it hotter. They had come to the club looking for 'cute little white girls' and they had found two of the hottest. And they knew exactly how to take advantage. Both Leah and Aimee were moaning out loud now and even the plump black woman guarding the door was caught up in the action. She had her legs spread wide and her forearm was pumping back and forward under her dress as she lewdly masturbated herself. When Leah's orgasm hit her full force, her cries seemed to trigger Aimee's climax. But neither black woman let up. They continued to finger their prizes, taking the helpless girls from one climax to the next, until their young bodies were breathless and shuddering. It was as if they were trying to fuck any resistance right out of them. It was all too much for Briana. Her trembling fingers worked at the button on her jeans and she dragged the zip downwards. The long sigh of satisfaction as she worked her fingers down inside her thong caught in her throat when she glanced back at the action. Precious had swopped places with Aimee and was sitting on the counter, her feet on the marbled top as she presented her pussy to the blonde. Leah was positioned on her knees infront of Olivia, who had dragged her black dress to her waist. Neither woman wore panties. Each woman had a tight grip of their white prey's hair, tugging them closer, confirming who was in control. In an instant, both girls had their heads firmly pressed between the black thighs. The sight was unbelievably hot. Even the woman by the door was groaning out loud as she masturbated herself. Whether it was the alcohol, the action on the dance floor, their own orgasms, or a combination of all of those things, but neither Leah nor Aimee were even trying to resist! Not that Briana cared. She was too caught up in her own needs. Her body temperature had risen to boiling point and slid her hand inside her thong. Her body jumped as she found her clit. Olivia and Precious were showering Leah and Aimee with compliments now, telling them how good their tongues felt, how they were naturals. "Just there, girl, oh fuck yeah..." "Like that baby, dayum but you're good..." Their moans turned into groans and then into curses as the action grew even hotter. Leah and Aimee had previously been cute little white girls but now they were hot little white bitches. When they both tightened their grips on the girls' hair and began to hump their pussies into their faces, Briana felt faint. It was so demeaning ... and yet ... so incredibly sexual. She swung her body around and rested her back against the door. Her own climax was fast approaching. One more flick of her clit did the trick. It arrived suddenly, enveloping her, consuming her, and she bit down on her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to stifle her whimpers. But Olivia and Precious had no such constraints... The uninhibited way they cussed out their orgasms sent another climax racing through Briana, almost as soon as the first had subsided. Oh God, she was cumming so hard she thought she might go out of her mind. Her body flinched at each aftershock and she lost track of time as she leant against the wall of the stall, trying to keeping herself upright. Eventually, when she started to recover and her breathing began to return to normal, she realised that the restrooms were empty. ---------------------------------------- Briana had found it difficult to sleep. She always did after too much alcohol. But that wasn't the only reason this time. Her body was still burning from everything that had happened in the restrooms. Her mind kept racing back to what she had seen, seen her friends do. They had been so eager and so willing.... She had phoned Leah and Aimee a couple of times on her way home and asked them to call her as soon as they got her message. There had been no sign of them by the time she made it back to the dance floor and she wanted to make sure they were okay. They'd never left a club without her before. It was eight in the morning now and still they hadn't called. Briana was sure she knew why, of course. They were too embarrassed. All three of them had had sex after a night out clubbing of course. Which girl hadn't nowadays? A quick fuck with some guy they had just met—in the restrooms, a car or even a back alley. But this wasn't the same. It felt ... different. Although none of them had any bi tendencies as far as she knew, all three of them had got off—in their different ways—on girl—girl sex. Ha! Girl—girl sex? Olivia and Precious were hardly girls. They were mature women who knew exactly what had been doing. This had been planned. They were predators, looking for their prey. And that prey had been teenage white girls. They had found it in her friends... Why did she find that thought so repulsive and yet so exciting? Her body tingled in response to each question she asked herself and she felt ashamed at her reaction. She was so wet. She moved slowly from her bed to the bathroom. Maybe a cool shower would help reduce the arousal still flowing through her veins? She stood there for a long time, allowing the lukewarm water to flow over her body. The problem was that as much as it might clean her flesh, it couldn't cleanse her mind, no matter how long she allowed it to cascade over her body. Images kept appearing behind her closed eyes—of Olivia and Leah, of Precious and Aimee. But in these images, she was involved too. And each illicit thought just made her tingle that little bit more. Her fingers crept along her flat stomach, down into the juncture between her legs, and brushed across her swollen clit. It throbbed in response, catching her off guard. Like water breaking through a dam, suddenly it was all too much. She leant back against the cool tile wall and yanked the showerhead from its perch. When she directed the hard spray directly across her sex, she came instantly. She arched her hips to feel the intense rush as it slammed through her body. She fell back against the wall and then slowly slumped down to the floor, staying there until the intensity began to fade. It felt so wanton, so sexual, so wicked. Had they been watching, she felt sure that Olivia and Precious would have approved. Oh My God, had she really thought that? She shook the thought away and dragged herself from the shower. Every soft touch of the fluffy white towel as she patted her body dry made her gasp. Her appetite had been re-awakened and wasn't going to easily fade away. Naked, she returned to the bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed. It was already clear to her that one orgasm wasn't going to be enough. She pulled open the draw of her bedside table and removed her Magic Wand vibrator. Perfect. ---------------------------------------- Twenty four hours—and so many orgasms later she had lost count—Briana was laying on her bed again. She should have been ready for sleep. But she was wide-awake. She still hadn't heard a single thing from either Leah or Aimee. They hadn't answered any of her calls, returned any of the messages she had left, or sent a single reply to her numerous texts. Something was wrong... She couldn't decide what to do. Reporting her friends as missing to the police was a bit extreme. Is she contacted their parents and shared her concerns she'd have to explain what had happened. If Leah and Aimee were safe, they'd be furious with her. Besides, she had already had to avoid some difficult questions when she'd checked around with a few of her friends. Perhaps she should— The ringing sound of her mobile phone interrupted the thought. When she checked the caller ID, her heart leapt into her mouth. "Leah," she cried, her voice a mixture of annoyance and relief. "Where the fuck have you been?" "Hey, girl." Briana froze. This wasn't Leah's voice. Far from it. There was no mistaking that Caribbean-style accent. She drew the bed sheet to her neck, irrationally feeling the need to cover her naked breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect. From simply hearing Olivia's voice? "Where's Leah?" she gasped, before she could think clearly. "And Aimee?" "Don't worry. Your friend's are fine..." The older woman's voice was calm and collected, just like it had been in the club. She even had that predatory tone. Briana shivered. Simply Irresistible "They're having so much fun they decided to stay around a little longer..." She paused and her voice had a hint of amusement to it as she continued. "A lot longer, in fact. Insatiable little cuties, aren't they?" Briana's chest heaved at her words. Her breath quickened. It was impossible to prevent a hand from caressing a nipple. "I asked them about you," Olivia went on. "You disappeared quickly at the club. We were hoping to find you, take you with us." They had been looking for her, too? Briana had never thought of that. Before she knew it, her legs were edging apart and her fingers were slowly brushing their way towards her sweet spot. "Your two friends were more obvious," the husky voice continued. "But you didn't fool me. I could see that look in your eyes." She could? What look? Briana's fingertips paused on her clit, her bottom lip trembling in a whole mixture of emotions. "You've thought about us, haven't you?" Darn it, how did she know? She couldn't have been aware that Briana had hidden in the stall, listening to and watching what was going on. Her fingers began to tease her clit again as those illicit images formed vividly in her head again. They were way too sexy to resist. She gasped as her clit throbbed in response to her teasing fingers. "So, I was thinking..." Olivia continued, not waiting for a reply. The sound of heavy breathing at the other end of the line told the older woman all she needed to know. "Why don't you come over, see what we're up to..." The suggestion shocked Briana and she apprehensively switched ears with the phone. She felt her fingers pause. She couldn't. It wasn't possible. She wasn't that kind of girl. Besides, who knows what would she be walking into? And yet... Images of the older woman fingering her friend to an orgasm appeared infront of her eyes again. They'd never been far away from her thoughts during the last twenty-four hours. She'd masturbated so many times to the recollection of Olivia pushing Leah down between her thighs, making her lick her. Except in her masturbatory fantasies, she was the one that Olivia was so brazenly taking charge of. She began to breathe more heavily. Her fingers had a mind of their own and had resumed their dance over her sensitive body. With each soft caress, it was becoming more and more difficult to think clearly. A fog of arousal was swirling round her head. "I've sent a taxi for you," the husky voice told her. "It'll be there shortly. And I know you'll want to wear something sexy for Olivia..." ---------------------------------------- As she stepped out of the taxi, Briana's heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode. When Olivia opened the door to her, it threatened to burst through her chest. She had dressed sexily as this woman had requested. The tight, brown tee-shirt displayed some midriff and a vast amount of her cleavage. Her jeans, accompanied by a large turquoise belt, clung tightly to her ass. Olivia's watchful eyes took their time looking up and down her lithe young body and then she nodded her approval. When she silently turned and headed for the stairs, she knew the girl would obediently follow. She was here, after all, wasn't she? Briana hesitated for only a brief second before following her upwards, wondering whether that sexy swing of her bubble butt was natural or for effect. Olivia must know that she was helplessly staring at her ass. It continued to sway as they headed along a hallway and stopped outside the second door. Olivia stood to one side, smiling confidently at her as she nodded at the door. Briana felt as if it were a challenge, as if she was being invited to enter of her own free will and that by doing so there would be no turning back. Her hands shook as she turned the handle and pushed the door open. She almost fainted at the sight confronting her. Neither of the two older black women was familiar, but even in such a carnal pose it was clear that the white girl was Leah. They were all naked. Leah was stretched out on the bed, her head between the plumper woman's legs, lapping at her pussy. She looked so happy, so eager, but somehow so different. As if something had changed inside of her. The other woman was half-sitting, half-kneeling behind Leah, gently fucking her with a huge strap-on. Briana had heard of such things, but she had never seen one. She took an involuntary step backwards, her hands reaching out for something to stop her from falling. Olivia's curvy body pressing into hers kept her upright. "Watch," she whispered. Her hot breath against Briana's neck added to the arousal flowing through the younger girl's body. She didn't need the encouragement. Her eyes had been drawn to the bed like a moth to a flame. Even if she wanted to, Briana doubted she could look away. Leah's hands held the women's legs apart by her ankles as she lapped at her. She was almost methodical, licking from bottom to top as the woman with the strappy took her from behind. The woman fucked her with a rhythmic ease, pushing Leah's body forward with each pump of her hips so that each lap of her tongue burrowed deeper. Briana felt like she was watching her own porn movie. The woman with the strap-on turned her head to look across the room at her. Her tongue ran across her full lips at the same time as her wide eyes devoured every inch of Briana's tight body. She felt herself shudder at the predatory look. The woman slowed her pace slightly, giving Briana a clearer view of the black phallus as it pushed into her friend and then partially withdrew. Had Briana ever seen a sexier sight? "Leah is making great progress," Olivia whispered in her ear. "We'll have her fully trained in no time." "Trained?" Briana just about managed to croak. She wanted to turn to look at Olivia but it was impossible to take her eyes away from the sight confronting her. The woman was still watching her as she fucked Leah. Her eyes were talking to her, sending her a message. She'd be next? "Yes, trained," Olivia murmured. Her firm, knowing tone suggested that there was little choice. This was the way things were going to be. "I have a number of clients, older black women who are willing to pay to have cute little white girls to play with. Isn't that such a lovely thought for your pretty little head?" She should have been disgusted. Briana knew she should. But the arousal flowing through her body made it difficult to form a cohesive thought in her mind. Trained to service black women? Was that what Olivia was telling her? No, she must have misheard. It sounded almost like slavery. Sexual slavery. Such a thing wasn't possible. Was it? "Let's find Aimee," Olivia suddenly whispered. "Check on her progress, too..." Without giving her a moment to think—even if she were capable of such a thing right now—Olivia guided her away, back along the hallway towards another room. This time it was the older woman who opened the door and instructed Briana to enter. She did so slowly, tentatively, one small step at a time. It was impossible to tell for sure that it was Aimee on the bed. But her instincts told her it was. She was lying on her back, her white hands curled around black thighs as an older woman straddled her face and rubbed her pussy back and forwards across her mouth. The colour contrast was amazing. A second black woman was between Aimee's thighs, her full-figured body stretched out across the mattress as she slowly licked the girl's smooth pussy. Aimee's body flinched with each sexy lap of her tongue. Briana felt Olivia's mouth on the back of her neck again. Only this time, it was more possessive and insistent. She melted back into the older woman's body just as one of Olivia's hands found her left breast through her thin brown tee-shirt. Her nipple burned into the woman's caressing palm as the touch became more insistent. Olivia's other hand was sliding down her stomach as she held Briana close to her body. She should have objected. She should have told her to stop. But she knew she couldn't. They both knew she couldn't. The tantalising fingers undid the zip of her blue jeans and then slithered into the gap. They easily found their way inside her thong. When the fingers rubbed across her labia, the sudden touch made Briana flinch in pleasure and she gave a long, whimpering groan. "So wet and so needy," Olivia whispered seductively into her ear. "I knew you would be...." When she tweaked Briana's nipple through her top and worked a single finger inside her, the girl groaned out loud again. Olivia smiled to herself as she fell back against her. The time was right. "You'll get used to that soon enough," she told her. Her voice was low and persuasive. "I just know my friends and clients are going to adore that hot lil white body of yours. Why don't you and I go next door? You'd like that, yes? You need it, baby. It's your turn to become like your friends now." ---------------------------------------- The room was similar to the others. A large bed lay against the far wall and some solid oak furniture was haphazardly scattered around the room. A large mirror was set against the nearest wall and Olivia turned the girl to face it. Briana barely recognised herself. Her normally sparkling brown eyes were clouded with lust. Her rosy cheeks were even more flushed than usual. Her long dark hair was unkempt, falling over one eye. But most of all, it was the distant, aroused expression staring back at her that was so unfamiliar. This was surreal, like a dream. They were being trained? That's what Olivia had told her, wasn't it? She had a number of clients—older black women—who were willing to pay to play with 'cute little white girls'. The thought bounced around her cloudy brain. Something was very wrong. It should have sent alarm bells off in her head. But instead, the thought was sending pinpricks of arousal through her hot tight body and all she could do was squirm against Olivia in anticipation. Her gaze returned to their reflections in the mirror. They were both naked. How had that happened? She couldn't remember undressing. Olivia's tits were fabulous for her age, large and pendulous with dark chocolate nipples. They were thick and erect. When she took a step behind Briana and pressed them into her back, the girl moaned. It was a long, throaty sound that Briana hardly recognised it as her own. Another followed when Olivia slowly trailed her fingers along her young asscheeks. The touch felt soft, cool. She gasped when Olivia's hands cupped both cheeks, squeezing like she would with a ripe peach. "Dayum, girl, that ass," Olivia huskily murmured into her ear. "My clit so wants to fuck that ass..." When she felt the woman's groin press into her, Briana bit her lip and found herself pushing backwards. One of Olivia's arms went around her body, covering her breasts. She held Briana close as she began to gently hump her groin against her ass. Briana's moan turned into a growl. She half turned her head to look at the woman and suddenly Olivia's half-open mouth found hers. The over-the-shoulder kiss was wet, wild and passionate. As one sloppy kiss turned into a second, Olivia's free hand slid down her stomach. This time she worked two fingers inside her, making the teenager gasp out loud. Suddenly, everything was closing in and the heat was intensifying inside Briana's helpless body. Olivia was sucking on her tongue. Her sloshing fingers were pumping machine-like inside her. Her groin was humping faster. Briana could actually feel the woman's clit scraping across her asscheeks. Why did that feel so good? The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room. Someone was moaning out loud. It sounded like her. She was giving herself and she didn't care where it would take her. The feeling was intoxicating. Her narrowed eyes glanced at their reflections in the mirror. The sight was captivating. This woman was in control, taking her. Oh fuck ... she was going to cum... Olivia's arm tightened around her breasts. It was as if she felt her imminent surrender. There was no escape. She didn't want to escape. The woman's black groin was fucking her white ass. She began to hump back on the plunging fingers and all of a sudden she was there. "Cum, girl," the husky voice growled in her ear. "Let yourself go ... give yourself over to Olivia...." Briana didn't just cum. She gushed. ---------------------------------------- Olivia stood in front of the trembling girl, with Brianna's thick turquoise belt dangling between her fingers. She might be in her fifties, but that wonderfully naked black body made Briana drool. She didn't know when it had begun, but the growing feeling of submissiveness was exhilarating. She didn't object when the woman reached out to wrap the belt around her waiting neck and then followed, as if on a leash, when she led her across to the bed. Olivia sat her on the edge of the mattress and then leant forward to brush her nipple across Briana's lips. The dark-chocolate coloured bud was begging to be sucked. Briana wasn't bi, she reminded herself, but like most girls she had always wondered what it would feel like to suckle another woman. With a whimper, she tentatively licked around the nipple, taking her time to savour the taste and texture. She used the tip of her tongue to flick it, loving the firmness. When Olivia moaned softly, she greedily closed her lips around it and sucked it deep inside her needy mouth. Olivia let her find her own way, curling her fingers in Briana's dark hair and stroking encouragingly as the girl pleasured her. After a while, she used the belt to lift her head and move her to her other breast. Briana sucked on the left nipple with the same eagerness with which she'd attacked the right. Occasionally, Olivia lifted her head so that she could rub each thick bud across the whole of her face. Briana growled out her need, saliva dripping from her mouth onto the nipples as she went after them like a dog with a bone. "You have a real talent for this, girl," Olivia encouraged. Her voice was thick and husky and she smiled down at Briana like a cat that had got the cream. "Why don't we found out what other talents you have?" She tightened the belt around the girl's neck and used it as leverage as she twisted on the bed. Before she knew it, Briana's face was between her spread legs. Her pussy was right in front of her eyes. Her thick labia were glistening, staring at her, calling her, needing her. It was impossible to draw her gaze away from that juicy sex. Brianna's already hazy pupils dilated even more Olivia held her there, allowing her to breathe in her musky aroma. Then, with a sudden upward push of her hips, she smeared herself across the girl's partly open mouth. The move took Briana by surprise. Her eyes widened. Her gaze shifted upwards, into Olivia's smiling face. The woman raised an eyebrow and gratuitously smeared her sex across that perfect mouth again. "The best taste in the world..." she whispered downwards, her eyes locked onto the obedient white girl's. Briana licked her lips. She couldn't help herself. She licked them again, relishing the taste. This is what Leah and Aimee had done in the club's restrooms. It was only right that she should have her turn. Olivia raised her hips again but this time she kept her sex a fraction away from Briana's face. The message was clear. Come and get it. Briana dipped her head and licked along her labia. Oh My God. Was she really doing this? The texture felt amazing under her tongue. The taste was contagious. She lapped for a second time, then a third and a fourth, each time less hesitant. It felt so right to be here. Her eyes darted upwards and found the Olivia's gaze again. She nodded encouragingly, silently telling her how well she was doing. Encouraged, she licked and lapped again, tracing her tongue between her labia. Olivia was so fucking wet. Had she done that? The woman's hand found her long hair, holding her tightly in place as her hips began to move in time with Briana's eager tongue. She rotated them in slow circles on her mouth, occasionally pushing upwards so that she left a wet trail across the whole of the girl's face. "Take your time," she softly murmured. "Olivia takes a whole lot of pleasing..." ---------------------------------------- It was morning now. The night had passed so quickly. Sun was streaming in through a gap in the curtained windows and a woman was growling out her pleasure. Briana lapped again at the juicy sex. Her dreamy eyes stared upwards to enjoy the ecstatic expression on the woman's face. The black woman caught her gaze and lewdly waggled her tongue into the air. "You lick that pussy so damn good, lil white girl," she grinned. Her clutching hand found Briana's hair, wrapping a few strands around her fingers and tugging her head into her sex as she thrust her hips upwards. All of the black women she'd been with so far had done that, as if they were reminding her just who was in control. Briana loved the submissive feeling that was beginning to overwhelm her. Her whole body was tingling and she never wanted this to end. She couldn't recall what time Olivia had left her, but she remembered enough to know that she had been immediately replaced by Precious. Then another woman ... and then this one... Each of them had used her to get off. They had all told her that every white girls secretly craved pussy. They drummed into her that a white girl had never tasted pussy until she had experienced a black woman. They had told her how good she was at this, that she belonged here, that this was to be her new role in life. Then they'd positioned her between their thighs again and given her another taste of what she wanted—needed—more than anything else. "Dayum, girl, that feels so good..." The woman's fingers tightened further in her hair. It was damp and sweaty. She held Briana tight as she began to thrust her hips upwards. This was the part Briana loved the most, when she had used her tongue to work them up so much that they practically lost control and used her face to get themselves off. The woman humped faster—spreading her juices across Brianna's forehead, nose, cheeks, mouth and chin—and then she was cursing out loud as her orgasm exploded. "You're going to be the best yet..." The voice was different. And it came from the side. Briana's head jerked around towards the chair in the corner of the room. A woman was sitting there, staring into her eyes. She must have observed every second of the action. Briana found the thought was unbelievably sexy. If only she'd known... When the woman stood, recognition dawned. A surge of electricity prickled through Briana's naked body. It was the woman with the strap-on, the one who had sent her the wanton grin while she had fucked Leah last night. She was still wearing the strappy. She began to stroke the huge black phallus as she crossed the room towards Briana. My God, that thing was so big. "I love the way you suck pussy," she murmured, as she approached. "Now let's see how good you are at sucking dick. Then I'm gonna fuck ya like you've never been fucked before..." THE END Copyright 2012 by deliciousthoughts