****** Pygmalion Erotica by Whiff ******
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Pygmalion Erotica


Tonight's the night. Even as I say it, there's a chill up my spine, in my
groin. The end game, after two months of preparation, the last thirty days
devoted exclusively to her. She's out there dancing, in that tight, inhibited
way she has, but those neat tits, big and bouncy, in spite of her bra, making
heads turn. The lovely blonde hair in a heavily sprayed flip. No more than two
inch heels. I have imagined her with the hair wild, tall heels, slutty. Her
typical Friday night, pick up someone she's met before at this brassy disco,
let him take her home, but make him leave after he fucks her. A perfect
candidate for my adventure. God, she's the best looking one yet.

Elizabeth Turner. That's her name. A paralegal for a good size law firm, mid
five figure income, living what she thinks is a hip, with it life. Careful
about who she spends her time with, wham, bam, thank you sir, now leave. She
acts so staid, even on her night out, yet dresses to display herself sexily.
Wide eyed innocence on a Playboy bunny's body. My instincts are pretty good by
now, I just know she's repressing an erotic nature, the way a lot of young
girls do. That's what makes it so much fun, so exciting.

I'm getting carried away, feeling giddy the way I always do at the start. Let
me begin at the beginning. I'm a pretty good looking guy, tall, slim, no gut,
even over forty. I do fifty situps a day, and thirty push ups. I had a normal
sort of sex life, the late seventies and early eighties gave me lots of
experience, and good looking girls, if I say so myself. As I turned thirty,
women my age became gradually less inhibited, even as their bodies began to
age, willing to try lots of things they feared when they were younger. They
give themselves more and more easily, losing themselves freely in sex. I loved
it. It's true what they say about older women.

But, of course, young women are so much prettier, mostly. Firmer tits, tight
asses, no flab, lithe, smiling, fresh pussies, just....better. But that damn
inhibition, feeling that they're doing you a favor letting you make love to
them, hump ten times, get themselves off, and good night. For a while there, I
tried young ones, tried loosening them up, even some Ecstacy, but it didn't do
much good. I even paid a young porn star one weekend, but she was still the
same. She did whatever I asked, but didn't really enjoy it. I was feeling
frustrated, and pissed off, when the trial occurred. That's where I got the
idea, and the right formula.

This doctor had been using drugs to seduce his patients, and one of them
finally spilled the beans. How the guy thought he could get away with it as
long as he did is beyond me. I had filled prescriptions for a couple of the
women, and had to testify briefly about it. But I sat through several days,
since I had the time off anyway, and heard the medical expert describe the
stuff in enough detail for me as a pharmacist to duplicate the things he gave
them. The trick was, he'd get them on Demerol in his office, then follow them
home, and when they took the barbiturate, barge in as it hit. The combination
was pretty strong. He used enough so they were almost comatose, but the medical
expert made the effect of smaller doses clear.

My first experiment was on a girl who already took a heavy speed dose anyway,
and I slipped her the Demerol in a drink. That easy. Her name was Phyllis,
tall, skinny, and had this rather mediocre boob job, pushed out breasts that
were a little too taut. She got high, but real, real mellow. She was twenty
three, and had let me fuck her once before. I took her to my house, laid her
out nude, tied her up, and made love to her for three hours, finishing off with
her screaming wildly as I shot up her ass. The next morning she made me do it
again.

She caused all kinds of trouble for me when I didn't want to see her again.
That was five years ago.

That experience taught me several lessons. First, keep it away from home.
Second, the whole process of losing their inhibitions happened fast, once you
got over the hump.

Third, they could get really vengeful when it was over. Phyllis had been on the
verge of getting rabid anyway, and I fantasized about confident, in control
women who could be "liberated."

The next time was the first I discovered this tendency I have to be both
perverse and masterful. I had noticed a great looking woman who seemed to me to
want to let loose but never did. She went to a club I frequented, more a bar
than a dance place. She liked to flirt, but I saw her slap a couple of guys
when they got fresh with her. After watching her do it about three times, the
next Saturday night I brought a bottle of chloroform with me, followed her out
to the parking lot after she did her teasing bit, and knocked her out just as
she got to her car.

When I got her into the motel room I had rented, I put on this makeshift Zorro
mask, gave her a shot of the Demerol and barb mixed, and was standing there,
nude, as she woke up. My cock isn't anything special, but it's almost as long
soft as when it gets hard. She came slowly to her senses, her eyes fluttered
open, and the first thing she saw was this masked man standing there with a
thick six inch dong. I was kind of waiting for her to scream, I had a gag all
ready, but as she stared, I saw her floating with the drugs, and the look was a
little terror, a little excitement, and a little smile. She kept trying to
control herself, but the drugs did their work.

That look made my tool harden instantly. I crawled onto the bed, and started
fingering her pussy. I had her wrists and legs tied to the bed. The whole thing
was so fantastic I shot after fingering her for fifteen minutes, just watching
the tension between her desire and fear. When she felt my jiz on her thighs,
she groaned and started humping. I went ahead and brought her off with my hand.
I started whispering to her that I wasn't going to rape her, or keep her there,
unless she wanted me to. I untied her legs, started sucking on her twat, and
after another couple of orgasms, she was begging me to fuck her. I did.

The next morning, I gave her another shot before she woke up. When I took her
into the bathroom to pee, she stared at me, and as she let go her bladder, she
whispered "Let me suck your cock." She was still floating, and I let her suck
me to a nice nut. She surprised me by letting it shoot on her face, awfully
nasty. That night, I fucked her ass, and when she woke up, I took a chance, and
didn't give her another shot. She looked at me, I could see her mind thinking
back, then gurgled "Do it again," trying to twist her ass around to me while
still bound. I untied her and did, but never let her see my face.

I got to thinking it was going to be easy, but the next one fought it the whole
next day, and I ended up letting her go without her giving in. She reported the
incident to the police, but I had hidden my tracks well, and nothing ever came
of it. I realized that maybe one day wasn't always enough. So I started going
out on Fridays, to give me the whole weekend. Eventually, when I found a girl I
really wanted to enjoy, I'd do it on holiday weekends, so even if they gave in
after just one day, there'd be two more days of wild, fully consensual sex.
When it worked just right, they'd kiss me goodbye, and breathe "Thank You."

I began to fantasize about the perfect woman. Young and great looking, I would
liberate her, and she would end up joining me in doing it to other girls. In
the last year, I've suggested it to a couple of them, and given them an email
address where they could let me know. The only one who answered wrote "It was
fantastic, but I just can't go that far, it's kidnapping, for Christ's sake."

By now, I had the costume I use, a black leather mask that doesn't cover my
hair, the wide leather belt, and the leather arm bands. I had put together
padded wrist and ankle restraints that won't hurt them. I would rent lofts, or
bare apartments, for a month, with cash, anonymously, so I could continue a
relationship with them after the first contact. Out of about ten, only one
tried to get me caught, but I had learned to wait until I was sure the coast
was clear the second "date," and saw the cops staked out. Her loss.

I began doing more and more research. I hacked into their credit files, and
their state tax returns, planted bugs on their phones, and made sure I had a
good profile. Elizabeth was as good a prospect as I had found. She was raised a
Mormon, but didn't attend Church.

That's a good sign, because the hypocrisy of religion is a terrific setup for a
woman to suddenly break out. Her internet practices included several porn
sites, like White Shadow's Nasty Stories. Another good sign. She would spend
modestly for months, then suddenly splurge, usually with Victoria's Secret or
Fredrick's. A really good sign.

Damn. The guy she's been dancing with most of the night just split. The look on
her face is pissed. She tosses down her drink, and heads toward the exit.
Luck's on my side tonight. Won't even have to pay anyone to distract a guy.
Since I know where her car is, I hurry past her, then double back to crouch
down on the passenger side, away from the lights from the building. They all do
the same thing. She pulls open the door, leaves it open as she uses the
overhead light to search for her car keys, and I cover her mouth with the
surgical cloth soaked in chloroform. She hardly struggles.

Chloroform keeps them completely under for about a half hour, but groggy for
another half hour. I drag her into the trunk of my car, otherwise there'd be a
risk of getting pulled over with a passed out woman visible. The third floor
loft I've rented, one that I've actually used before, is only ten minutes away.
The hardest part is carrying her up the stairs, a hundred twenty pounds of dead
weight. I'm really gasping when I get her onto the big mattress.

What I do is hang black visqueen, you know, plastic sheets, all around, then
rig lighting that makes it look surreal. Like a dark cocoon. I like to tape a
few items of red lingerie on hangars around, in their size, in case the whole
thing goes really well, and they end up wanting to dress up for me. The floor
bolts where I attach the restraints are at the head and foot of the mattress. I
had just bought fresh black satin sheets. With a few candles, soft music on a
portable cd player, it's almost sound proofed, sexy looking, and I stock the
fridge. I'm always careful to scrub the place.

With the mask and stuff on, I prepare to undress her. This is always one of the
best parts, seeing them naked for the first time. That first hour, as I slowly
strip them, is so nifty I've had to learn to restrain myself so I don't pop
during the disrobing. I think that's why I keep doing it, too. Nothing can
quite take the place of that wonderful first step. You don't know how they'll
react, or exactly how their bodies will look, or how the drugs will affect
them. Some just float, but you can't turn them on. Others go wild. You just
can't be sure in advance.

Elizabeth has a fruity, mild perfume on. I have my bottle of white diamonds
right there, so when I get her nude, I can use it, the musky, sensual smell is
terrific. She's starting to move a little, so my first step is to roll the
flesh colored stockings down, attach the ankle restraints, then replace her
shoes. I've bought her a pair of five inch spikes, which would make her nearly
as tall as I am when she stood. The dress has the zipper on the side, under the
armpit. I zip it slowly down, watching her face.

The dress is pale blue, but tight in the bodice. As the zipper comes down,.I
can see a strapless bra, in flesh tone. The first question to be answered. What
would her breasts be like without the bra? My intuition had told me they were
liable to be great, because she was so proud of them, in a cautious way. I'm
shivering in anticipation. Her first facial expression is to wrinkle her nose.
I'm burning a light incense.

I dab perfume under her arms. Sometimes I have to shave the pits, but Elizabeth
is smooth as a baby's butt under there. I can't resist, and give a soft,
lingering kiss to the warm flesh. Her sweat is very earthy, and the white
diamonds is a perfect accompaniment. She reacts with a little shiver. Oh I knew
it, I knew it. The pulse in her neck is strong, so she hasn't been damaged by
the chloroform at all. Time for her first shot.

She feels the needle, in her arm, but I'm pretty good by now, so there's just a
small flinch. Now I have to lay here for ten minutes or so, and if I've timed
it right, as she comes out from under the chloroform, the drugs begin to kick
in. Ah, yes, her eyes are fluttering now.

She gives a little start, then a long sigh. She begins to twist, and slowly
realizes she's tied up.

Since her arms are over her head, she pulls on those padded leather bonds
first.

I run my hands over her clothed body, gently, but also firmly enough that as
she wakes up, she's aware of it. Her face looks so beautiful, and I'm drinking
that soft, lovely expression in, knowing it'll be a while before I see it
again. It doesn't last too long, and as I'm nuzzling under her arms, she
starts, her eyes fly open, and she snaps her head around to stare at me.

This is kind of a crucial point, and I don't want to have to gag her, so I
start whispering the opening gambit.

"Elizabeth, beautiful Elizabeth, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you will not
be harmed, or raped, or abused in any way. You're so lovely. Mmmm, you're body
is wonderful. I've given you something to relax you, something very nice, can
you feel it?" Her eyes are wide as she stares at me, and I can see fear,
flitting around, but it's softened by the floating sensation from the morphine
(Demerol is a morphine derivative). That first moment slides by, and she
doesn't scream. My timing has been pretty good.

"I'm going to undress you, Elizabeth. But remember, you won't be harmed. I'm
not going to rape you. I just want to gaze at your body, your fantastic, sexy
body. Relax, darling. Relax."

I'm pulling the dress up over her head. I do it slowly, revealing first, her
thighs, and now the black crotch of her panties. I lean over and kiss the
inside of her nearest thigh, inhaling the odor of her groin. There's a little
hint of her perfume, but that's all. Later, when she starts to cream, I'll
discover her pussy's smell.

The faint shadow of her pubic hair shows in the thong style underwear. From up
close, a few stray tendrils of dark tan hair are pushing out of the side seam.
I knew she was a natural blonde, and resist the temptation to bury my mouth
down there. It's very important to go slowly, gradually increasing our
intimacy. After lingering a while on her thigh, I raise the dress all the way
to her neck, covering her head. There's a lovely little trail of very soft,
almost invisible hair running up to her bellybutton. I lick it gently, and she
twists.

The bra leaves the top half of her breasts exposed, and their fullness is
pillowed nicely above the cups. The top half of one nipple shows. Now, I lean
over and kiss her navel, which is also nice and clean. She starts when she
feels that, and twists away a little. I wait a moment, then return. It's an
innie. This time, she sighs, and doesn't twist. That's the trick. Get them to
surrender in small bits.

I start working up toward those lovely tits. Just my lips. As I approach the
bottom of her bra, I feel her tense. I let out a long sigh, and back off.
"Elizabeth, you're so lovely. So clean, so soft. I promise, no pain, no rape,
just this, light caresses, paying homage to you."

Then I kiss the flesh of one boob, putting a little pressure on. She twists
away again.

Now for a trick I've learned. I back away, and roll off the bed. I can hear her
breathing hard, and after a few minutes, she whispers, "Are you still there?
Did you leave?"

I wait a few beats, then murmur, "Still here, Elizabeth. I don't want to go too
fast." I let that sink in, then lower myself beside her once again. As I kiss
that same spot, feeling her skin moist, she doesn't twist.

I kiss for a few minutes, and tongue the partially exposed nipple, she starts a
bit, but still just lays there. Then I let one hand cup the boob nearest me,
gently, while I continue to use my mouth on the mounds starting to wobble
slightly from her breathing. She's continuing to breathe a little harder, an
excellent sign, early arousal.

The way I think about it is that the drugs are making her feel good, she's
being treated gently, and my caresses are starting to feel welcome. But she
doesn't want to admit that to herself. Now I reach up and loosen one of the
wrist bonds.

"Please don't do anything silly, darling. I just want to get your dress off.
That's all. I don't want to destroy it, but I have to take your arm down to do
it. Please, just let me do it." I release her wrist.

This is another crucial point. A couple of them have tried to hit me when I get
to this step. But Elizabeth just lets me pull the dress over her arm, and
refasten her wrist. The other wrist goes quickly, and I pull the dress over her
head. She stares at me, squinting since her eyes have been covered for nearly
ten minutes. I use my hand to smooth her hair back in place, though with a
little left flying. Then I begin caressing her face, lying there beside her,
and as she relaxes, I let my cock just touch her thigh. Her eyes widen, and she
stares at me, whispering "You said..."

I answer "It's just a caress, Elizabeth. Just my admiration."

She raises her head, and looks down at my prick, then moves her leg away. It
gets into an uncomfortable position, kind of straining her hip and pulling at
the ankle restraint. I just keep touching her face. Finally, I move my lips to
her ear, and first kiss, then tongue.

Again, clean as a whistle, and she gives a little sigh. I just stay there,
continuing, until I feel her leg relax, and come back in contact with my cock.
See what I mean? Little surrenders.

This is a lovely period in the process. I murmur compliments in her ear,
touching her above her breasts, on her face, savoring that soft, pungent skin
of her armpits, damp and fragrant, the musky perfume entrancing. She wiggles as
I kiss her there, and crinkles her nose. I lick carefully, gently, and she
sighs. Her eyes start when she feels a little drop of my pre cum wet her thigh.
I can feel her tense, but she doesn't try to resist very long. She relaxes back
against my cockhead, sighing again. Her pink tongue licks her lips quickly.

Once she's relaxed, I start the next phase. "Mmm, Elizabeth, I'd like to make
up you're lovely face. Darker, more sensual, heavier in the eyes, taking full
erotic advantage of your features. Please help me. Will you? Please?" I've been
doing this for the last year or so, and the stuff I use is always much more
blatant and sexy than their normal cosmetics, and it produces a startling
change in their appearance. They've all loved it.

She's afraid to say yes. They all are. But they usually give some small sign
that they won't resist. Remember, they're floating in a euphoric state.
Elizabeth gives me a small shrug. I let her see me smile. I start with cold
cream, she's used to my touch on her face now, and then do the lips first.
Slowly, the feeling of a stranger applying makeup gets mixed with the euphoria
and she begins to enjoy it. I apply a dark rouge to her cheeks, then blend it
carefully. Elizabeth doesn't need any foundation.

I darken the eyebrows heavily, then apply eyeliner in several shades of purple
from the brows to the lashes. I whisper "Hold steady, dear," and use mascara
and eye liner, thick, on both top and bottom. "All done. Do you want to see
it?"

She gives a little nod, and when I hold the mirror over her head, her eyes
widen. "I..I look like a tart."

But I respond "No, no you look marvelous, darling." I sort of do a half assed
Montalban accent, trying to see if she'll smile. Her eyes dart to me, and I see
the hint of a grin, but she controls it quickly.

Now for the white diamonds. I whisper, "This is a perfume I like, Elizabeth. I
think it's very sexy." I wave the stopper below her nose a few inches, then ask
"Do you like it? Isn't it erotic?"

She's still staring at me. "It's...it's so strong." She stares a few moments,
then closes her eyes with a sigh. Giving me permission. Another small
surrender. I dab it liberally between her tits, on her navel, then on each
thigh, inside, near her pussy. I hold up the mirror again.

"You look and smell like an erotic, sensual, woman now, darling."

I let her look until she says "W..What now?" I ask her "What do you think? Is
there something you want?" I've had to move around a lot, but now I lie down
beside her again, and she looks over at me. I let my now stiff cock slide over
the top of her thigh. She hardly seems to notice. "You're going to make me
naked, aren't you?" She's staring at me, and I study her face.

There's some flushing, a bit of question, but just a hint of anticipation, it
seems to me. See, the way I've done it, it's almost like she invited me to
strip her completely.

"Yes, yes Elizabeth, I am. Is there anything you want, first? A glass of water?
I have some pot, though that might be overdoing the drugs. Maybe a drink? I
have wine, whiskey, beer."

She thinks, licks her lips, and murmurs "Maybe a glass of water." I have a
bottle that squirts on the table beside the bed, and offer it to her. I squirt
gently into her mouth. She takes a couple of gulps, then shakes her head
vigorously. When I pull it away, she says "That's e..enough."

I give it time, because this is a wonderful moment. She's staring at me,
floating in a sea of soft pleasure, having in effect said, "I'm ready now, go
ahead and strip away my last clothing." I hold her gaze, as I put the bottle
back on the table, and reach in the drawer for the straight razor.

As I let her see it, I cuddle a little closer, pressing my groin against her
hip, and whisper "I've tried not cutting the bra and panties, Elizabeth. But
it's like the dress, clumsy and a lot of wiggling around. I'm so looking
forward to unveiling you, I want it to be easy, simple. You do see, don't you?"
I pause. She keeps staring. "Don't you?" She gives a little nod. Oh God. My
cock twitches, she feels it. Her eyes widen. But the fear is gone. She's ready
for it.

Very carefully, I let the cold steel blade push under the narrow strip of the
bra between the cups. It's very quiet now, we're both holding our breath. The
cups are pushed away by her mounds, which sink slightly to the sides as the
material separates. I fold the razor back up, not touching the now loose bra. I
leave the folded razor on the bed beside her, within her sight. But she's still
staring at me. The cloth of the cups has pulled away, but only reveals a couple
of inches of flesh on the insides of both her breasts. She gasps a breath, and
so do I. Again I wait.

After a minute, my hand reaches toward her body. She closes her eyes. I sense
the tiniest bit of wiggling in her hips. She's breathing in shallow, small
gulps now. With just a finger, I slowly slide the cup nearest me off her tit.
It's even more gorgeous than I imagined.

It's bulk is making it lean to the side, but it's so big and full, and her
muscles so fit, that there's very little sag. And the pink nipple is stiff.
Yes. Her body is fighting her fear.

Equally slowly, I push away the other cup. I groan throatily, "Oh Elizabeth,
they're wonderful, beautiful, so full, so lovely. Ohhhh." I know how proud she
is of her tits. Her expression is just the slightest bit pleased, liking the
compliment. I wait for a moment, watching the nipples slowly relax. Then I lean
over her and begin breathing on the nearest one. They immediately stiffen
again. I tilt my head so I can see her eyes, and she's staring at her nipples,
with a slight gape opening her mouth, and I think I detect a tiny flame of
desire. I let my tongue flick out to the very tip of her nearest dimpled,
swollen erection. I hear her gasp.

But she isn't saying stop, she isn't twisting away, just staring. My lips
surround the nipple, and I suck lightly. For some reason, several of them have
had trouble getting through this step. I don't know why, maybe because it's too
sensitive, or it's an act of nurturing that's too large a surrender. No matter
in what order I go, perhaps half of them will yell or complain at this stage. I
can't see her eyes now, as I suck more and more firmly, but her breathing
sounds feverish to me. Whatever inhibition others have, Elizabeth doesn't
complain.

I lean further over, and repeat my lovemaking to her other boob. Her eyes had
been lidded a bit when I saw them as I moved my head. Now I return to her side,
and begin to touch her titflesh. I cup first one, then the other. I squeeze the
nipples between thumb and forefinger. I wobble them gently. I sigh "Elizabeth,
Elizabeth." She is completely relaxed, and her head is starting to turn back
and forth slightly. And then, I smell it. The distinctive musk of cunt cream.

I rarely get that at this point. It usually takes longer, though I have
stretched this out more than normal. I had suspected that Elizabeth would have
a profoundly sensual nature, and that hint of her excitement drifting up to me
confirms my wildest dreams. I feel my tool start to pulse, and recognizing the
signs, twist away from her. After a minute or so in which I just lay beside
her, not touching, trying to get control back, she chokes "W...what's wrong?"


This has never happened before, and my mind spins, as I blurt out "You're
creaming, Elizabeth. I got too excited. You're so sexy. I don't want to do
something stupid."

I lay there as the pressure settles down. Just as I begin thinking about going
back to her, she breathes, "It, it felt good, what you did to my breasts." I
groan again, and my cock leaps. it bounces on her hip, and I see a quick smile.
I have to start moving faster, I just can't wait much longer. I quickly slice
the strings of the panties, toss away the blade, and rest my cheek on her
thighs, my nose right there near her twat, and see her eyes widen, staring down
at me. The restraints have enough slack so that she has had her legs together.
I don't want to let her separate them, because one of my favorite bits is next.

Very gently, my teeth grip the side seam of the triangle that covers her pussy,
and pull it off. It barely covered the thick bush of tan pubic hair, and with
her legs together, her slit extends a good two inches up from the bottom of her
outer labia. There's some swelling and redness, I think, and her smell is
strong this close. Holding her eyes, I inhale deeply, and smile. "Wonderful,
wonderful." Her eyes are huge. The temptation to lick is powerful, and I give
in slightly, just reaching out to let the hair graze the end of my tongue. The
cloth of the panties is clumped below her pussy, between her thighs.

I return to her side, and as my hands cover her tits, kiss her cheek lightly.
In her ear, I whisper, "Relax, darling. Let me make you feel good." Her eyes
clench shut. My left hand begins to slowly caress toward her cunt. She bites
her lower lip between her teeth. I wiggle closer to her, letting her feel the
hardness of my prick with both her hip and her abdomen. As my hand gets to the
upper edge of her pubic patch, I raise my hand so only my middle finger is
touching her. "Keep your legs together, Elizabeth. I'm not going to enter you.
I'm not going to even try. Just touch, Just admire. Just.....to pay homage to
your beauty."

Gently, my finger slips to the top of her slit, that wonderful, tender
beginning of her labial flesh, the opening to her sensual soul. Even if she
were not so far along, this would do it, I knew from past experience. She feels
the slight pressure, her hips give a little jump, but instead of twisting away,
she moans "Oh no, nooooo...." As if in answer, I urge "Yes, darling yes, let it
flow over you. The feeling good, floating, the pleasure. You look so beautiful,
your skin is so soft, so tender, so lovely. Feel it, feel it. Mmmmmmm."

She doesn't open her eyes, doesn't say anymore. Doesn't try to twist away, or
tighten her legs. My finger insinuates between the folds, not far, a half inch
or so, and the inside of my knuckle presses against the soft spot above her
pubic bone where the g spot should be.

As I do it, she sucks in a breath. I can almost feel the tension between her
body's urge to let go, to welcome my caress, and her mind's confusion. I just
snuggle to her warm body, breathe in her ear, and let tiny movements of my
finger build up tension.

It's so sexy. That wonderful spot, the now musky smell surrounding both of us,
a slight bloom of sweat on her face, under her arms. I luxuriate in it, the
feeling of her falling slowly into desire, the pleasure in being pressed to her
body, watching the emotion play across her face. I nuzzle and lick at her
armpit. After five minutes, I feel it. Her legs begin to open. Just a fraction,
then she waits to see what I will do. I don't go any further, just continue
lightly tickling there in the vicinity of her clit. She opens her legs a trifle
more. Still I stay where I am.

Suddenly, her legs splay apart, her hips rise, and she mutters "Go ahead, go
ahead. Please. Please."

I don't laugh or gloat. I whisper, "Do you want me to slide my finger inside
you, Elizabeth? Do you want me to get you off? To make you climax?"

I wait. She keeps wiggling, then suddenly, explosively yells, "Yes you bastard,
get me offffff."

I push the finger inside her now sopping wet hole, wiggling up from underneath
where my knuckle had been before, keeping my palm over the top of her twat so
there is pressure still on her clit. As I wiggle the finger, and she humps her
hips at my hand, I begin humping against her hip, with my cock between our
bodies, and begin to work toward her orgasm.

Her eyes are still closed, but she's concentrating. It happens fast, because
that giving in after resisting for so long is almost explosive. The movement of
her hips up to my hand becomes spasmodic, insistent, then, as it ends, a series
of short, frantic jumps. Moments later, the air goes slowly out of the balloon
as she collapses to the bed, her cunt still spasming around my finger, and I
suddenly warn her "Oh me too, umph." I let my cock jump upwards, and my
spitting jiz lands first on her stomach, then on her hip nearest me. She starts
when she feels each glob. The whole time, she's been grimacing, not making a
sound, but now she calls out "Ooooooooooooh."

Her eyes open with several blinks, fluttering, and she stares at me. I whisper
"I'm sorry about my spunk, Elizabeth, but you're too lovely, I couldn't help
myself." They love to feel they were able to drive you out of control.

Then I wait.

She stares up at the ceiling, thinking, then asks "What now? Do I get to go
home? You're not finished, are you?"

Rather than answer her, I ask "Was it nice? Did you like it? It looked like you
did. My hand is soaked."

She stares at me again, as I'm sucking on my finger, tasting her, then suddenly
starts to cry. "Yes damn you, yes, it was great, I've never, ever gotten off
that hard. With a fucking kidnapping pervert, tied like a goddamn whore, and
all I can think of is do it again."

There's a long pause as she sniffles. Then "Listen, can you fuck me tonight?
Can you? That drug must be something. God, how does this end?"

Tears are running down her face, but they aren't desperate, they're some part
disappointment in herself, some part post coital depression, some part
happiness. I kiss at the tears, warning her "Don't cry too much, It'll ruin the
makeup. Do you want me to fuck you? You know I'd like to. But I promised you I
wouldn't, and I don't break promises. Unless I'm released." She looks at me,
smiles, and says, "You're being a smartass, huh? You've done this before, so
you know what the drugs do, combined with.......all the other."

She closes her eyes, her tummy still undulating slightly with her orgasm. In a
strained whisper, she tells me "Yes, oh god yes, do it to me. Get me off like
that again."

Up to now, things have been pretty much to form, but Elizabeth has blossomed
quicker than most in the last few minutes. I'm thinking, as I reach up to wipe
a streak of mascara caused by a tear from her cheek, what do I do now? The
temptation to free her, hope she will stay, that we can make wild love all
weekend, is strong. I can't be sure if I've really overpowered her inhibition,
or she's just excited more than normal. I finally decide to talk to her about
the whole thing, see if I can know her state of mind better.

"Ordinarily, Elizabeth, I would let you relax, then eat your pussy. I'm good at
it. I would get you off again with my mouth and tongue, then let you sleep.
Tomorrow I would give you another shot first thing, feed you, eat you some
more, and try to get you to let me fuck you. My purpose, aside from how
strongly you attract me, is to get you in touch with your sensual nature, to
try and help you embrace sex without fear, or inhibition. I know you're excited
now, but I'm afraid you might try to slip away if I release you. My idea is to
restrain you until I feel your conversion, your liberation, is complete."

She stares at me as I speak, sucking in a little breath when I mention eating
her out, and frowning slightly at the end. She answers "I ....I guess I see.
How can you know? I'm not even sure that if I promise, I won't change my mind
without the drugs. I feel so good right now. Do you take them too? It must be
tempting. I'd like to see your face. I know you're smart, and not a disgusting
rapist."

She turns to stare up at the ceiling. Then she twists back to me, and whispers
"Listen, kiss me, would you? I've always liked kissing. Besides, you can tell a
lot about a man, from his kiss. You haven't yet."

My heart pounds as I shift slightly upwards, and let our lips touch gently. She
keeps her head back on the pillow until I'm kissing her gently, then pushes her
mouth hard at mine, opening and flickng up with her tongue. I pull back. She
gurgles, "Don't screw around, okay? A real goddamn kiss. Hard. Use your
tongue." My head falls to hers, my conscious mind now captive to her desire,
her need.

This is all new, and I can no longer rely on experience. As our kiss becomes
passionate, feeling, wet, incredibly stimulating, my mind whirls in wonder.
We're both gasping.

She breaks for a breath, grunting "Oh, oh, oh" then pushes back up to me. My
cock is hard again. This is an epiphany for me, her willingness, her desire. I
know I must take risks, for in the back of my mind, I'm beginning to hope she
is the woman who can be my true partner.

It's as though our minds are working together. She pulls away, and in a
frantic, pleading way asks "Just keep one ankle tied. You can hook me up again
after we make love.

I have to touch you. I have to." I'm no longer in control, no longer able to
savor the moments, but desperate for her. As I start releasing her wrists,
there's a hint of fear that she has fooled me, is faking. But if she is not I
might miss the opportunity of a lifetime.

I go for her near ankle, while she rubs at her wrists. When I free it, she
slides her leg into my knees as I kneel there, spreading herself, and reaches
for her cunt, pulling the outer folds apart. "Go ahead, go ahead, eat me. Show
me how good you are at it." I edge quickly around and without a thought, bury
my head in her pussy.

I cover her whole twat with my mouth, enter her with my tongue, then drag it up
to her clitty. It isn't very big, but it's hard as a rock. The minute I touch
it, her leg goes over my head and she tries to pull down, increasing the
pressure. Even though I know how sensitive she is, after cumming just a few
minutes ago, I go ahead and keep licking, sucking harder, responding to her
urgency. She starts making excited little squeaks of pleasure. Almost before I
know it, she begins to orgasm again. Gazing up over those full, wobbling tits,
the nipples erect, I can see that vacant, far away look in her eyes that comes
with climax.

"Ungh, yes, you are....ohhhhh god." Her hole spasms, squeezing my tongue,
increasing the vacuum. My head is caught between her calf and her pussy, and
she twists her hips up, still groaning. I have enough presence of mind to ease
off her clit so she can get off, then come down. The last thing I want to do
now is to be hard on her super sensitive button. Her cream, with it's delicate,
tart, wonderful taste is cascading into my mouth. I'm savoring it vaguely,
wondering what now, will this be all she can take, is it over for the night,
will I have to beat off again? She gradually relaxes. Her breathing is fast and
deep, but not gasping now.

Two minutes go by as I continue to taste her, and her eyes are closed, a smile
of completion on her face. Then her eyes open, and she stares down at me. Her
hands grip both sides of my head and pull me upwards. "Fuck me now, please, I
don't want to disturb your routine, but I feel so hot, so good. I've read about
multiple orgasms, and never knew I could 'til this very moment, but I want your
cock. Come on, come on. Take your time, okay?"

She pulls me into a deep kiss, working her tongue, as we both move our hips
gently, and she feel my tool's pressure at her cunt. Amazingly, without either
of us really trying, it finds her wide open hole and seems to enter her of it's
own accord. She pushes my head away and smiles at me.

"Jesus, it's like we're made for each other." Our eyes are locked together as I
let myself penetrate her slowly. Suddenly, I see a new level of excitement in
her face, and she humps up, burying me inside her, to my depths, and groans
"Ahhhhhhhhh."

I'm gone now, lost in want for her, feeling her tits on my chest, the wonderful
warmth of her pussy around my straining member. Her beautiful face is smiling
in surrender. It's almost an involuntary thing as my cock begins a slow,
rhythmic in and out. I'm operating on autopilot as the tingling wonder,
affection, and excitement drive me wild. Too soon, too soon, I begin to fuck
harder, driving into her hot, writhing cunt, feeling her body squeeze my tool.
I raise my head and mutter "Elizabeth, I can't hold off, I can't, so good,
so.......ummmm." Her bright eyes leer at me, and she answers "Go ahead, let it
go, fill me, pill, pill, yes, yes, yessssss."

Suddenly, as I feel her leg wrapped around my hips, her arms pulling me down on
top of her, her other leg fighting with the restraint, her hips starting to
spasm up at me, I go into the final stages of my cum. I pull all the way out on
each stroke, then drive with something like madness into her body, arching on
each frantic, wonderful lunge.

The peak takes me over, she's crying again, I feel pressure on my cock, I start
to spurt, and an ecstacy beyond my experience flushes my whole body. Again, as
from a distance I hear her literally scream "Oh fuuuuuuck." Her arms have me in
a death grip. There's hardly any friction from her fantastically lubricated
pussy. I can hear little squishing noises when my pummeling tool pulls back.

I've lost track of time, and am almost comatose. At some point, I hear "Roll to
the side, darling." When I do, I feel her roll with me, keeping my thick, now
soft tool inside her. I feel her kissing me. She whispers "Can I take off the
mask?" I don't have the strength to do anything but nod. I feel my face
uncovered. She kisses me again, and murmurs "Oh good, you're nice looking. I
was beginning to be afraid you'd be ugly." Sleep takes me.


Two

I awaken to the smell of coffee. She isn't in the bed. In a panic, I look for
her clothes, and see them still there. I call "Elizabeth." Just at that moment,
she rounds the sheet from the kitchen, carrying two mugs, the small bag of
sugar, and the pint of cream on a piece of wood. She has a vexed look on her
face. "Shit, I wanted to put the chains back on before you woke up, so you
wouldn't panic. How do you take your coffee?"

Looking closely, I can see that she has washed her face, and reapplied the
makeup, even a little heavier than I had the night before. Her naked body is
spectacular in the spike heels. She sees me staring, and smiles, preening.
"Coffee, tea or me, darling?" I mutter just sugar. She spoons some into one
cup, looks up at me with raised eyebrows, and hands me the cup when I nod.
Then, she plumps up the pillow, leans it back against the wall and sits down
with the other cup in her hand, legs straight out, ankles crossed. She's
staring straight ahead. Even though I have to piss, I wait. I can tell she
wants to talk.

She sighs, and says "When I woke up this morning, I was a little achey, you
know, down there, but other than that, felt great. No hangover. You have to
tell me about these drugs. The few times I've done something, you know, acid or
pot, I always felt terrible the next day. So then I thought, I can get away.
But when I looked over at you, I realized I didn't want to. I could see
your....thing, so nice and big, and remembered how gentle you were,
and......well you know, I mean Christ, three times, and all better than....I
mean..... Well. You get the idea." She sips from her cup. So do I. It's great
coffee. Nice and strong. I'm surprised to feel my hand trembling.

"So then, I start wondering whether I want more of the drugs. I mean, I can
see, you got me, well, wanting...it. Wanting to be ...fucked. Honest, I've
never even said that word in front of anyone else, even when I was doing it."
She glanced over at me, then giggled. "I suppose you might have guessed that.
Is it so obvious? That I'm.....inhibited." She shrugged.

"Must be, I guess. Anyway, I kind of think another dose, after a while, because
I know that if you intend to.......liberate me, there's more to come. It
might...scare me, without that stuff. Of course, I don't want to get addicted.
I think it must be, like, once you've done something, you know, it's not
forbidden anymore. But then you must have experience with this, so I finally
decided to see what you said. Say listen, what's your name. I mean, just your
first name. I don't want you to feel threatened." She giggled again.

I shook my head slightly, and answered "David. And I have to piss. That, by the
way, is something we have to work on. Words. We all loosen up, and get turned
on, by nasty, forbidden words. I love to talk dirty with a woman." As I strode
toward the bathroom, I heard her giggle. After urinating for a few seconds, I
look over to see her leaning against the doorjamb, staring at my cock.

She looks spectacular, full tits with stiff nipples, her pussy pushed out,
holding the coffee, looking like a slut. As I finish, and shake it off, she
breathes "Gee, it's sexy. Watching you pee. Piss." As I wash my hands, she
keeps talking. "You're a clean man, David. I figure you probably just rented
this place, but it's spotless. I like that. I'll tell you something funny.

This whole thing has made me feel very wanted. I mean, it's perverse. You're
taking such a risk, though I know you're good at it, and now I can see it isn't
just because you need a piece of ass. It makes me feel special. Somehow, I
always resented guys who wanted in my pants just because I was pretty, nothing
else mattered. And I didn't want hurt, like Mom.... Anyway, so I just let 'em,
hoping, I suppose, that one would come along who, oh you know, would light my
fire." Her eyes catch mine, blazing. "Like last night." She shivers, with her
memories.

I'm brushing my teeth.

I'm standing beside her now, our heads almost the same height, enjoying her
babbling. "Those sex stories call them cums. I always think of them as cums,
but I never said it out loud. Cum, cum, cum. It was almost a whole different
thing. I mean, last night. Do the drugs make better...cums, David?"

I'm not very talkative. She moves her head toward me, tentatively, putting the
coffee cup on the sink, and I embrace her as we kiss. It's like a dream come
true for me, almost the ultimate wish of the last thirty days. I can tell from
her taste that she too has brushed her teeth. My cock lurches, and I hear her
hum. She writhes against me, bending one knee up so the inside of her thigh
rubs mine. She pulls her head away, and whispers, "Can we shower? Did you bring
some shampoo for me? Mmm, I can feel your, uh, cock." Then she kisses me again,
opening her mouth and using her tongue wantonly.

Suddenly, she twists around and leans back against me. Her right arm comes up
to caress my face, feeling the slight beard on my chin, feeling around with her
butt for my prick.

She giggles again, then says "I know what you want to do to me. I mean, I've
read some of those dirty books. You know, on the Net. I've never sucked a penis
before." She pauses, thinking. "A cock. I've never sucked a cock before. I've
never given a blow job." She giggles. "This is so strange. Guys have asked me,
you know, to do stuff, but I wouldn't. It was nasty.

"But this is nasty, and I know you'll make me. And once I accept it, like last
night, I want to try it. Doesn't it hurt, up the rear end? I know, I know, it's
supposed to get nice after a while, but it just seems perverted to me. Gee, I'm
blushing. Because....I wanna try it. But I want the drugs. You'll give them to
me, won't you David? Another thing I want is for you to take them with me. So I
know we both feel the same thing.

"I used to wonder whether I was anal erotic, like they say in Psych 101, you
know, a neat freak, compulsive. But you're sexy as hell, and you are too. Did
you bring a razor for me? This is sexy as hell. Wandering around nude. I was
thinking I might shave my.......p..pussy."

There's a long pause. Then, in a soft voice, she admits, "I can say things to
you I never could to anyone, not even friends. I mean, you...you fucked me, you
got me off three goddamn times, you kidnapped me, and.... It just seems silly
to try to hide anything from you. You make me feel like you know me better than
I know myself. Like I can say all those things I used to think." She giggles
again. I love the little giggle, she does it each time she says something she
feels is evil.

My hands had been playing with her tits all through her speech. She had a
happy, relaxed look on her face the whole time. Suddenly, she twists around,
and stares at me. "Am I talking too much, David? I mean, I do go on, I know,
but not usually this bad. Blah, blah, blah. Maybe it's coming down, or, I
dunno, like release of tension. But do you mind? Am I offending you?"

I give her the biggest, warmest smile I can manage. "I love listening to you,
darling. It's a window into your mind, the way you do it. Don't ever stop."

She spins away from me, smiling happily again, and vamps to the portable boom
box near the door. She tries hard to swing her hips, but she's not used to the
high heels. Still, it's sexy as can be.

"You're sweet, David. Not like any kidnapper I ever knew." Another giggle. "I
saw the camera up there. Did you really catch us on tape last night? The whole
thing? Can I watch it? I picked out this CD this morning. I want to dance for
you."

As the music starts, a heavy, slow rock, she looks up and takes several steps
so she is in the camera's view, then raises her arms and begins gyrating. After
a few steps, she stumbles. "Shit, I'm not used to these shoes. But I can see
they make me look good. Kind of push my snatch out." Giggle.

She tries it again, but still can't really move gracefully. "Shit. I'll have to
practice. I can look sexy, darling. Honest. I practice at home, in front of the
mirror. Usually without shoes, but I can shake the old booty."

By this time, I'm chuckling. Walking over to the camera, I take out the
cassette that's full from running it's full length the night before, and punch
in another one. Then, moving quickly, I scoop her up in my arms, and carry her
to the bed. She squeals as I toss her down, but is grinning. As I lie down,
reversed, head between her legs, hips near her head, she breathes, "Darling,
noooo. I'm dirty down there."

I grin at her, and grunt "Makes it nastier, Elizabeth." The smell is fragrant
now, as I lick around her pussy, tasting several different residues from the
night before. Sweat, urine, my jiz, her cream. I luxuriate in her as she begins
to moisten, and make little humps.

"God you're a sexy man, David. Is that the idea? Show me how nasty you can be
so I'll do it too?" I wiggle my hips closer to her, waiting to see how willing
she is.

"You want me to suck your c..cock, don't you? Even though....Well."

I feel her lick the head of my stiffening dong, rather tentatively. A moment
passes, then she whispers "It's salty, David. I mean, not bad. Not bad." I feel
her lips surround the head, and a little suction.

After another moment, I can feel her tongue licking. Then she releases it.
"Darling, it's making me nervous. I....I want to do it right. Can I have a
shot?"

I twist up to kiss her, my hand gently spreading her cunt lips, then caressing,
feeling it's wetness, then reach further under her and touch her tight little
rectum. She flinches. "Oh David, please, give me a shot, then you can do it. I
don't want to get scared. But I want to try it, I want to please you. Why is
your pinus so big even when you're soft? All the ones I've seen are small until
they get hard. I never thought a...a cock was pretty, but yours is, kind of.
Come on, give me a shot. Maybe I'll shut up then." We both chuckle as I reach
into the table's drawer and get my syringe case out.

Her eyes brighten as I draw doses from each of the vials. I rarely use the
stuff, but I have this wild desire to see what it would be like with her, to
let myself go completely. I tell her that.

"I don't use this often, Elizabeth. I may do something wild if I get high."

She leers at me, and whispers "Oh I hope so, David."

When I inject her, in the thigh, she breathes "You're good at that, dear. Are
you a doctor?"

As I empty the needle into my own thigh, I answer, "No, a pharmacist. But I got
the formula, the combination, from a doctor."

Her dose was smaller than the night before, and mine even less, though it's
potent stuff.

We stare at each other, setting aside our coffee as the drugs begin to slowly
affect us. She mutters "Mmmm, uh huh, ohhhhh."

After a while, she flops down and licks my cock, then takes it into her mouth.
I harden the moment she swallows about half of my length. I feel her try to get
more, and gag. Pulling her head up, she groans "Geez, it's hard to get it in my
throat. I know some girls can do it, I mean I've read about, you know, learning
not to choke."

She tries again, and I feel the spasming of her throat muscles as she tries to
get more of it. But her cunt is starting to ooze, mixing with the smell of the
white diamonds, and my cock stiffens further, making it more difficult. I
wiggle and twist until we can get into a sixty nine position, with her on top.
I flick my tongue down her gash to her clit, and feel her start.

Then her hips smash down on my mouth. She releases my cock and breathes "Sorry,
sorry. That surprised me, and I'm hot. David. Could you fuck me? We can do the
other later, you know, but come on, I want it. Morning delight." She giggles.
"Can I get on top? That's sort of like I fuck you. You don't mind? Mmmmmm.
There, god it's hard, damn that feels good. You've turned me into a nympho,
darling. Do they all get this way? I mean, you know, hot and nasty?"

She giggles as she cups her tits toward me, as her hips slowly undulate. Then,
slowly, her eyes begin to soften, she leans closer to me, and her hips start to
work harder.

"Jesus, I'm close already, it's never been this easy, oh David, Daaaaaaaavid."
Her breath is coming fast, and her cunt is contracting. She's orgasming. She
goes on for a good two minutes.

Finally, she pushes her legs down and lies on top of me, my still hard cock
squeezed, and starts giggling as she flexes with the muscles in her abdomen.

"I've had guys who tried for an hour and couldn't even get me off, honest. And
you do it in five minutes. I haven't stopped talking, have I? You know what,
darling? I feel like I want it in the back end." Giggling. "The ass. Fuck my
ass hole, big boy" More giggling. "Your prick's all wet and greasy anyway." She
pulls off and kneels beside me on her hands and knees. "Go ahead, David. Go
ahead."

It's been a couple of years since I tried the drugs, and I'd forgotten how you
float, practical things seem trivial, and you want to cum and cum. I wiggle
around and lick from her sopping wet cunt to her ass hole, feeling it relaxed,
ready. The taste and smell seem wonderful to me. Vaguely, I hear her suck in a
breath as I push my tongue at her blinking rectal hole, and she gurgles, "You
sexy, sexy man. That's so nasty, ummmmm, good. Oh god." As I rise up and fit my
tool between her full butt cheeks, she tenses. I wait, and feel her relax.

I push into the opening, very gently. She shivers, and I wait. After a few
moments, I feel her push back, just slightly. I push a bit harder. I hear her
grunt. The passion takes me, and my hips surge forward. She wails "Ouch, ohhh,
yikes." That jolts me, and I stop pushing.

I hear her breathing hard. Suddenly she starts to laugh, in a wild, manic way.
"It's not so bad, just a little sting, you're in now, huh? Do you like it this
way darling? It feels funny, but sort of nice." A giggle. "Like a good bowel
movement." Another giggle. "Like a shit. Oh I'm nasty too, David, David, go
ahead. Go ahead." As I begin to fuck her tight bum, she pushes back at me, and
I reach around to diddle her clitty. When I make contact, she surges back, and
I get lost in the floating, rising, tingling sensation, my mind whirling with
her surrender, leaning on her back so my other hand can mash her boobs. As
though from a distance, I hear her wailing. I hump wildly, feeling her meeting
my thrusts, and too soon, again out of control completely, I feel my nut, and
begin shooting into her guts. Her head collapses to the mattress, but her ass
keeps meeting my fucking. Muffled, I hear her groaning, "I feel your stuff,
darling. Your jism. It's like an enema. It's sooooo good. Yes, yes. Ahhhhhhh."

I'm dimly aware time has passed, and feel her cuddled to me. As my eyes open,
she giggles.

"We absolutely must shower now, David. I mean, I'm sticky. You are too. And you
have...stuff on your cock." Giggle. "Shit. My shit. Oh I'm awful. Do you want
me to wear some of those outfits? The red ones? I always buy black. Red is for
whores." Giggle. "I'm a whore now. You've turned me into a nasty slut. Do you
know a girl who would..let me suck her pussy?" Giggle. "Oh. Maybe the next time
you kidnap one, I can help, see if I enjoy suckng her...twat. It'll be easier
than you probably think, David. I have an idea all girls fantasize about what
it would be like, eating out a cunt." Giggle. Sigh. "How many times can we fuck
in one day?" I feel her hips push into me. Yes. She's the one. She kisses me as
her hand wraps around my prick.


Three

As we carry the voluptuous, dark haired woman up the stairs, it's a lot easier
with Elizabeth helping, the excitement she feels makes her babble even more
than normal.

"She does have fat tits, darling, but she could lose a few pounds, don't you
think? Still, she's sexy looking. Can I make her up? With that dark coloring,
pink lipstick would be best, real bright, make her look like that Latina in the
video. Remember? And we can really deepen her eyes, she hardly uses any mascara
or anything. I wonder what she'll taste like. Do women have different tastes,
dear? I mean, It seems like they would. I kind of like my own pussy's taste,
now. I can always get it from your mouth. And from my own fingers. Still, I
suppose it tastes different from the source than second hand." An excited
giggle.

The loft is still black plastic, shiny and wet seeming. But Elizabeth has added
some erotic posters she found in a porn store we visited one night, shopping
for vibrators. She wanted to put one up my ass, so I'd know what it felt like.
Then she made me put it up hers while we screwed. I felt my cock twinge with
the memory of her wildly enthusiastic experiments.

This girl's name is Yvonne Blanchard. We found her in a disco about two weeks
ago, and both agreed that she was a good candidate. She dresses very severely,
knee length dresses, up to her neck. Usually black. She doesn't flirt much, or
date either. But Elizabeth chatted with her last weekend, and found out she had
just ended a long relationship, because the fellow thought she was cold, even
though they made love. The most obvious sign of sensuality was her dancing,
very latin, very hip wiggling sexy. "She asked me a couple of questions, David.
About sex. She'll be perfect, darling."

Elizabeth has different ideas about some things. She thinks we should cut the
dress away, rather than save it. "We can buy her another one, real provocative,
it'll be like a sign of her education, her seduction. I've never even wanted to
wear that dress I had on the night we met, it's sort of from my old life." She
doesn't use the drugs anymore, but thinks that if Yvonne develops well, we
should both do it while we have our orgy. "It was really important to me that
you be high with me. As though it made the whole thing a shared experience."

As we stretch Yvonne out on the mattress, shackling her wrists and ankles,
Elizabeth carefully smoothes out her hair, and the dress. She's trying to be
quiet, since the dark haired girl should be waking soon, but as she slips the
spike heels on the stockinged feet, she looks at me and supresses a giggle. She
whispers "She's wearing Fleur De Lis, dear. Very flowery. The White Diamonds
will really shock her."

We stand at the foot of the bed, looking into each other's eyes as we undress.

Elizabeth's hair is wild and slightly curly, framing her face, and with the
dark makeup, she is stunning. As I fold my clothes carefully, she murmurs "I
love your cock, David. The way it kind of arches out, and the little veins. It
may be hard to do this without you fucking me, darling. I mean, I'm actually
salivating. Now look, I have a surprise for you."

She has the red mini dress off, and her braless tits are already bare, her now
all over tan looking breathtaking. She makes a show of stripping off her red
satin thong, and reveals that she has shaved her pubic hair into a "V" that
points right to her slit. It's rather light, because she had shaved it bald
that first weekend, but has recently been letting it grow back. "Like it,
darling? I think it's kind of interesting."

She's right, it's going to be difficult to do this without our fucking. She
turns me on incredibly. We embrace in the flickering candlelight, our skin
pressed fervently together, our mouths sucking firmly, tongues moving. She
breathes "Oh David."

But by mutual consent, we both sigh, and put on our costumes. Mine is the same
old mask and belt, but hers is a red bustierre that begins below her boobs, and
stops at her abdomen. Black net stockings attach to it, and her black five inch
heels make her look ravishing. I hadn't seen the bustierre before, and my cock
jumped. She smiles seductively, slipping on a red mask, as we both slide
carefully to either side of Yvonne. The hypodermic is all ready on the bedside
table. As the brunette head begins to move gently, and the eyes flicker, I
inject the drugs.

Our captive's dress is sleeved, so I do it in the thigh. When I'm finished,
Elizabeth again smoothes out the black skirt, then watches the slowly awakening
face. Her eyes flicker to me occasionally, and her look is avid, bright eyed,
and she licks her lips. Suddenly, she asks me to get us each a glass of wine. I
hurry out to the kitchen, and when I get back, she's already started.

Her lips are brushing against Yvonne's ear, as she whispers "It's lovely, isn't
it Yvonne. That nice floating, relaxed feeling. We aren't going to hurt you,
dear. Not at all. We want to admire you, you're body. We won't do anything you
don't want, except free you from those clothes. We'll get naked with you
darling. But we won't rape you, I promise. Please don't cry out, or yell, or
anything. Nobody could hear you anyway, but we just want you to relax. Just
relax. You're so lovely."

I take my cue from Elizabeth, and she begins lightly caressing the full body.
As I do too, Yvonne's eyes dart back and forth, but she seems less frightened
than women were with me. We wondered if a woman doing the process might make it
easier. I see Elizabeth's tongue flick into the ear, and do the same to the
other ear. Yvonne moans. My hand is down on her stomach, and I feel a flinch.
She whispers "D..don't.." Elizabeth continues "We aren't going to hurt you,
Yvonne. Just admire you, touch you. But we won't hurt you." I keep my hands on
the soft body, while Elizabeth begins to caress the dark complected face.

It's amazing. Yvonne smiles slightly when Elizabeth's soft hands move over her
face, while cooing softly in her ear, showing how much pleasure the whole thing
gives. She is clearly less put off than if it were me. I can feel her relax
after a minute or two. Her eyes close.

Elizabeth insinuates a finger between her lips, and I can see a little sucking.
Then Elizabeth whispers "Can I kiss you, darling? I've never kissed a woman
before. Please?" Yvonne gives a little nod. Her eyes are still closed, but not
tight, just easily.

Elizabeth presses her dark lips to the light red mouth, gently at first, but
they hold the kiss, and it gradually becomes firmer. They're both enjoying it
more than I had expected.

Elizabeth wiggles closer to Yvonne, pressing herself to the brunette's side. I
can feel Yvonne straining at the restraints, wanting to turn toward my blonde.
The kiss goes on for minutes, both heads beginning to twist against the other,
mouths open, becoming noisy. When Elizabeth lifts her head, she gazes at me
with a glazed, wildly passionate smile. Yvonne moans.

Elizabeth breathes "I liked that, dear. Did you? It seemed to me you did. Have
you ever kissed a woman before?"

Yvonne shakes her head, and sighs "No, but I liked it too. I didn't think I was
a l...lesbian."

Elizabeth giggles. "You aren't, darling. Neither of us is. But it's nice to
love. Now relax dear, we're going to take off your dress."

I have the shears, that's another of Elizabeth's ideas, she felt the razor was
scary, where scissors aren't. As I snip up the front of the black material, the
two women kiss lightly, while Elizabeth caresses the moist face of her dark
haired conquest. I realize we'll be able to go quicker, for Yvonne has almost
completely surrendered already. Just above Yvonne's tits, I turn and slice the
material from the sleeve closest to Elizabeth, then return to the other sleeve.
We all look at each other, and Yvonne actually smiles. We simultaneously draw
the two halves of the dress apart, revealing Yvonne's lush, big, slightly
chunky body.

Her skin is pale white, with no tan at all. The bra is black, but very plain,
though large and functional looking. It's clear that the breasts it encloses
are very large. She wears plain black waist high pants, and the stockings are
squeezing her full thighs, without a garter belt.

She has tufts of black hair under her arms. Elizabeth exclaims "Look, David,
she doesn't shave under there." She leans down, sniffs, then kisses the whole
area, wetting the thin black hair. "But she uses deodorant. I'll do the perfume
right now. There, that's better." The white diamonds scent fills the
room.Yvonne's eyes are wide as Elizabeth nuzzles her armpit, and I feel a
little shiver run through her body. "I've never liked those tight stockings,
dear.

Lets get those off, they must be uncomfortable." As Elizabeth rolls the
stockings down slowly, she says "Unhook her, David. She won't fuss, will you,
darling?" Yvonne shakes her head vigorously.

As we quickly remove the black stockings, Elizabeth gives a small kiss to
Yvonne's thigh, and the brunette gasps quietly, but doesn't complain. Her eyes
are swimming, the drugs and the power of a strange woman's affection making her
smile. Looking down, she asks "What's your name?" Elizabeth answers
"Elizabeth," and Yvonne repeats it, with a soft gasp as she again feels a kiss
on her other thigh, this time from me. I smell a musky odor, and realize she is
already excited, her pussy creaming.

Elizabeth rises to her knees, and reaches for the makeup kit. As she does she
whispers "How do you like my outfit, Yvonne? Don't you think it's sexy? I wear
it because it makes me feel so sensual. Now let me clean your face, then I'll
make it up." She's more practiced than I am, and very quickly has Yvonne
looking seductive, with heavy dark eyes, and a mouth whose lips seem suddenly
pouty. "Would you like to see, darling? Look, isn't it gorgeous? So sexy. What
do you think, David? Like it?" When I nod, I catch Yvonne smiling in gratitude.

I can see Elizabeth is daring, moving faster, apparently confident in her power
over her conquest. She rises to her feet and straddles Yvonne's hips ."I'm
going to get naked now, darling. I know you can see my pussy, and my tits. But
I like having all my skin bare. Do you like that, Yvonne? Being naked? See, I'm
taking off my stockings. Here David, pull them off. Use your teeth." I suck
gently on her toes, then pull the rolled down hosiery off, first the left, then
the right. I sniff at each as it's removed. Elizabeth giggles.

As she unzips the bustierre, letting it slip slowly down, she arches her lush
body, and murmurs "It's so exciting, letting you watch me. Both of you. I love
sex now, Yvonne. I didn't before I met David. Does my body attract you,
darling? Does David's? Look at his cock. Isn't it nice and big?" She's cradling
my hardening shaft in her soft hand. Yvonne's eyes go to it, widen, then flit
back to the naked blonde towering over her.

Yvonne is whispering "Oh geez, geez." I can see little movements of her hips.

Elizabeth lithely reclines beside her, and breathes "Would you like something
to drink. We have wine, you know, almost anything. Before we go on." The
expressions playing across Yvonne's face are familiar, fear, desire,
excitement. But very little fear.

She asks, in a small voice, "Could I have a little wine?" Elizabeth lets her
sip from the glass I'd brought, as her leg rubs against Yvonne's thigh, and my
cock bumps gently on the other thigh. The dark haired girl takes a couple of
sips, licks her lips, then closes her eyes.

"Okay, I guess, go ahead." Elizabeth looks at me, and grins. She is ours.

The two women kiss as I quickly slit the bra and remove it. Yvonne actually
helps me by arching her chest up. Her huge tits hang to the side, full, soft,
with large light red nipples, which stiffen as soon as the air hits them.
Elizabeth cups one, and I the other, and we both play gently with them, making
them wobble, even as the kiss becomes more passionate. She breaks away, and
breathes "Can we kiss them, darling? Please." Yvonne nods.

The nipples taste lovely, a little sweaty, but grainy and taut. As my tongue
flips at the upraised tip, and I suspect Elizabeth is doing the same, Yvonne
begins to wiggle them, her arms straining against the restraints. I glance up
at her face, and catch her watching us suckle. She smiles shyly.

I snip up both hips of the panties, and Elizabeth pulls them down quickly,
revealing a thick, heavy triangle of black, kinky pubic hair. Yvonne spreads
her legs and arches her hips so they can be pulled away. We both nuzzle at her
thighs, breathing the musky, tart odor of this lovely pussy. With her legs
spread, there is just a hint of pink through the thicket of black.

We each have one tit in hand, and Elizabeth looks up at Yvonne's face, and asks
"Can I kiss your vagina, your pussy darling?" Our conquest sucks in a breath,
then smiles and whispers "Please, yes, go ahead."

Elizabeth moves quickly between Yvonne's legs, and her face slowly approaches
the large, furry mass of black hair, which seems to involuntarily open. More
pink shows, and moisture is evident. I see Elizabeth's tongue flick out, first
on the engorged outer lips, then into the inner sanctum, and finally, with a
small cry of passion, her mouth covers the whole slit, and the brunette arches
up, gurgling "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh." I can hear sucking, and occasional squeaks
when the suction breaks. I reach over to finger Elizabeth's pussy, as Yvonne's
eyes stare upwards, her breathing quickens, she begins to wiggle, and then goes
wild.

She cries "Ah, ah, ahghh, yesssss" as her whole body arches repeatedly, a flush
appears on her shoulders, and she orgasms frantically, eyes shut tight. What is
surprising is that she goes on and on, in spite of the obvious intensity of
what she feels. She rolls and humps, as the noises Elizabeth is making get
louder, and I can see her mouth and jaw working. Yvonne grunts occasionally,
but her expression is a little frown, as she concentrates on her pleasure. But
finally she slows, and Elizabeth seems to instinctively ease away. She looks at
me, and I can see her lipstick smeared, with moisture all over her mouth. I
lean over to kiss her, tasting Yvonne. She does indeed taste different than
Elizabeth, sharper, thinner, more tart.

Elizabeth whispers "It is different, isn't it David? Which do you like more?" I
smile at her, and she beams, knowing the answer. "Did you feel that? I had a
little cum with your hand down there, when she came. Lets release her, darling.
She can't enjoy it as much when she can't touch, embrace. Oh this is such fun.
I wonder if she'll eat my pussy."

Yvonne gurgles in answer "Yes, yes I will, Elizabeth. I want to. I've never had
an orgasm before. That was so great. Is it as good with a pinus inside? I mean,
it's hard to imagine it being better."

Elizabeth whispers "Say cock, darling. Say, will it feel as good with a big
cock in my pussy. And the answer is, even better. You don't have to eat me,
dear. David does it all the time. But if you want to, I don't mind. I liked
licking yours more than I thought I would. Mmmm, you're still wet. Why don't
you let David fuck you while you eat me? Would that be okay? Really? Oh good.
Here. Go ahead. Oooh, this is sexy. I can see that big cock up your hot snatch,
Yvonne. Isn't that nice? Mmm, darling take it easy on my clitty. I don't want
to cum too quick. Yeah, yeah, like that. Umm, I can feel David's cock with my
hand. I'll keep pushing. Feel's.......oh darling, you're getting off again,
aren't you? You look so hot. Keep sucking dear, get my clit now, David's
shooting into you, he looks so pleased, yes, yes, here I come, can you taste
it? Ooooooooh."

In the space of a minute, each of us climaxes, my cock spurting into Yvonne as
she writhes under us both. Elizabeth is kissing me wildly, humping in long,
slow strokes against the mass of dark hair and pale mouth beneath her pussy.
There are muffled groans coming from Yvonne. Her hands are up on Elizabeth's
tits, as I play with Yvonne's big, floppy ones.

We go on for several more minutes.

As we release her, Yvonne reaches out to caress us both, gasping "Couldn't we
have one more before we go to bed? Do you let him..fuck your..ass, Elizabeth?
Does that feel good? I never imagined...Oh gee, I have to pee. Is it okay?" Her
big body looks so wiggly as she hurries around the curtain, the boobs
undulating floppily. Elizabeth and I embrace, and when Yvonne returns, she
crawls up and we all recline together. I'm in the middle.

Elizabeth breathes, "I want to suck David's jism out of your pussy, darling. I
like the taste of him. Would you like to suck his cock? Take it easy, you don't
have to go too fast, see if you like it. Oh that's good dear. I know, I know,
it's hard to get it deep. I mean, he's pretty thick. But you'll learn. I did.
Now I'm going to suck your cunt dry, dear."

As Elizabeth begins sucking rather noisily, I hear Yvonne groan around my cock,
the strength of her suction increases, and she begins to wiggle. My dick gets
deeper into her throat, and I feel her choking, but she goes on. I can see
Elizabeth has a finger working gently into our conquest's ass. I realize
suddenly that at this moment, what I really want is Elizabeth, and pull away
from Yvonne, struggling around to sink into the blonde pussy winking at me.
Elizabeth looks over her shoulder with a big grin, and whispers "Oh yes, my
love, fuck me. It taste's different, my darling. Out of her pussy. Still good
though. Isn't this fun?"


Epilogue

I watch her, the dominatrix outfit drawing stares from almost everyone as she
vamps nastily toward me. Her hair is longer now, and she can gather it into a
long pony tail so It pulls tightly back from her face. With one tug on the
black loop holding it, it frizzes out into a mass of wild abandon around her
head. Her makeup looks a lot like that first night, but she uses a lighter
shade of purple, and even heavier eye makeup, and her lipstick is almost black.
The halter has thin strips that rise from the leather below and have wire in
them, so they just cover her nipples. The two strips continue up to fasten to
her spiked collar. They have a little glue in there, like pasties, so they stay
in place, while all the flesh wobbles on each side.

She's experienced at walking in the six inch stiletto heeled boots now, and the
black leather micro skirt tends to ride up so her twat is almost revealed. The
bright lights from the dance floor reflect randomly from the silver hardware on
the bra and skirt. She holds my eyes as she gets to me, sliding one thigh
between my legs to my cock, and slowly leans over to kiss me deeply, in front
of the whole bar. She knows how proud this entrance makes me, proud of her
nasty loveliness, of her love for me, of her wantonly showing her body. The
White Diamonds invades my nostrils, and I can see the guy next to me flush as
we groan in each other's mouths.

We've argued about this outfit, because it means we can only use a place once
for a bad pick up. I mean, the whole joint would remember her. She just waved
her hand, saying "Dear, I've never had one try to turn us in. For heaven's
sake, L.A. has plenty of spots.

Besides, you like it, the raunch. Seeing my pussy out in the open. I wonder if
I could put tape down there to hold my lips apart? Show some pink for the
boys." A giggle. She wins most of our arguments.

She's almost two months pregnant now, so we can't play games much longer
without too much risk. She doesn't take the drugs, and she knows I really don't
have my old urge to do this. But she likes it, and I adore her. The hush in the
bar ends as normal prattle commences, and we both lean back, eyeing the young
couple we've selected. It's the first time we've tried two. In the middle of a
wildly undulating crowd of rather far out people, these two are trying to be
sedate, though the woman seems a little more into it. We think she dragged him
here.

Elizabeth whispers, "She has nice big tits for you, darling. That last one
didn't, I know, but she sucked my cunt soooo well. Don't you think he looks
like an athlete? I think she'll be easy, but he'll take some work. But I bet I
can do it." She giggles.



Author's note: I'm making the drug combination up, so I can't vouch for the
effect the two would have. It sounds dangerous to me. When I was writing this,
my initial effort at first person present tense, it seemed awfully sexy.
Please, let me know whether you thought so too. Also, let me know whether you
liked Elizabeth. I did.

Do I have to beg?


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