****** Reluctant Desire by Sweet CumQuat ******
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Reluctant Desire


I am a forty-year-old, single, professional woman who has led a fairly normal
sex life, until recently. I have never been attracted to other women and was
openly repulsed by women who were, so it's hard for me to explain how I found
myself in the midst of a steamy physical relationship with Linda.

I've always had a healthy sexual appetite and was not opposed to occasionally
going out on the town and kicking up my heels, quite literally. While I have no
interest in entering into any long-term relationships with men, I still welcome
the occasional short-term encounter. In other words... I like a good fuck. A
few months ago, one of the girls from work, asked if I'd like to go out for a
few drinks Friday night after work. Linda was an attractive girl in her early
thirties who had also been burned by an ex-husband. We often laughed and joked
about men and the only two things they were good for, fucking and sucking.

We didn't have much luck meeting interesting men on our rounds that night, even
though we visited several bars. I must have had more than a few drinks because
I don't really remember the last part of the evening or returning to Linda's
house to crash for the night.

The first thing I do remember was awakening to a foggy awareness of my
surroundings and feeling incredibly hot. So hot... Then realizing that the heat
was coming from between my legs, I moaned and spread them further apart to
allow the heat to penetrate me to my core. It felt so good. Soft and wet and
ohhh so good. I could feel a tongue moving inside me. Further and further and
oh my god ...further and further. I threw my head back and rode the waves of
pleasure as he continued to eat my burning pussy. He returned to his rhythmic
attack on my clit. Just when I couldn't take any more of this exquisite
torture, he ran his tongue along the crack of my ass and pushed it gently into
my puckered hole. My body began twitching and bucking wildly but the tip of his
tongue stayed put.

I felt my face being gently caressed and a whisper soft voice urged me to relax
and let myself go. The voice was soothingly familiar. I gasped as the tongue
slipped back into my cunt and started probing me deeply again. I opened my eyes
so that I could watch my talented lover as he ravished my body, but found
Linda's face looking down at me instead.

Ohhhh... God, it felt good! But something was wrong. I struggled to make sense
out of this. Somebody was licking my cunt while Linda was watching me? No. That
couldn't be right. Why would Linda want to watch? She continued to stroke my
face and talk to me while I struggled with the need to stop her. I didn't want
Linda watching me while I had sex. She leaned down and gently licked my mouth.
My mind was screaming but I had no voice. 'No Linda! You can't be kissing me
and touching me like this. Stop!' But my body betrayed me and continued to
writhe and pulse with the rhythm of the tongue-lashing I was experiencing
between my legs. The only sounds coming from my mouth were the gasps and moans
of ecstasy.

Oh god! Why didn't he stop licking me? Couldn't he see we weren't alone? Oh
god. His tongue was in my ass again! It felt so good. I started to push myself
up so that I could look down at the action between my legs but Linda lowered
her head to my nipple and began nipping at it. Pinching it between her pearly
white teeth. "No, no, no," I moaned. 'Oh sweet Jesus. No. Don't bite it! Suck
on it my sweet baby. Suck on the tender nipple and squeeze the sweet milk from
my tits,' my mind screamed. Some of my thoughts must have finally escaped as
words because suddenly she took my hard nipple between her lips. She sucked on
it so deeply that it hurt. I threw my head back against the couch trying to
ride out the pleasure and the pain. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum and
release the pressure building inside of me but my body wouldn't obey.

After several torturous minutes, Linda let go of my aching nipple and licked my
lips before sliding her tongue into my mouth. It felt like a small, soft penis.
As she moaned and thrust her mini cock into me, the tongue that had been
tasting my ass returned to tease my clit. By now my cunt was so hypersensitive
that each touch made me whimper and pull away from him. I needed to cum. Oh
god. Why couldn't I cum?

Linda started kissing my face and working her way around to the back of my
neck. I closed my eyes and lowered my head to allow her better access to where
she wanted to go. New sensations began coursing through my body as she kissed
the back of my neck. The tongue between my legs was unrelenting. Penetrating my
virgin ass and then eating my pussy again. I wanted to watch my skillful lover
as he ravaged me. I looked down between my legs and found myself gazing into
familiar, soft brown pools. "No... no... no," I moaned. It wasn't possible. Oh
my god! It just couldn't be! The head between my legs didn't belong to a man.
It was Linda's female black lab, Jasmine. Her tongue shot deeply into my womb
again and I gasped as the sensations numbed my mind to the horror of the
unnatural acts I was being subjected to.

Linda was kissing her way back around to my face again. She stopped long enough
to stick the tip of her tongue into my ear as she whispered to me, "It's OK.
Just let go baby." She tweaked my rock hard nipples and squeezed my breasts.
"It'll feel good. So good. Go ahead and cum. You know you want to." I was
panting and gasping for air. Yes, I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. I arched my
body and threw my head back trying to give my orgasm an easier escape route but
it was no use. I was barely able to speak. "I can't," I sobbed. "I want to but
I can't. Oh God help me. Oh God ... help me Linda!" I cried out in desperation.

The need for release was consuming me. Nothing else mattered. It didn't matter
if I fucked a dog or if I fucked a woman. I would have fucked a jackhammer if
it was handy. Nothing mattered to me except my burning cunt and the need to
orgasm. I gently pressed my lips to hers and whimpered "Please make me cum. Oh
God Linda please, please, please make me cum."

Hearing me say her name must have excited her into taking more aggressive
action. She stood up and firmly ordered Jazzy to go lie down. She pulled her
skirt up to her waist so that I could see she wasn't wearing any panties and
her bush had recently been shaved clean. I'd never seen a shaved pussy before.
She looked like an innocent little girl as she stood up on the couch and
positioned herself in front of my face. I was mesmerized by the silken beauty
that she was exposing to me. With the dogs tongue no longer stuffed in my cunt
I was able to concentrate and focus on hers.

Her fingers disappeared into the glorious pink of her hairless womanhood and
she threw her head back in ecstasy. I could hear the moist sucking sounds her
fingers made as they pumped in and out of her little girl's cunt. Her body
bucked and writhed with the changing rhythm of her strokes. She bent her knees
and lowered her crotch until she was just inches from my face. I was appalled
at my sudden desire to touch it, to feel it, to taste it. I ran my tongue over
my dry lips as I watched her. She must have been watching me to for she
instantly took that as an invitation. Withdrawing her fingers and placing her
hands on either side of my face, she lowered her dripping pussy to my mouth and
pulled me to her.

I was sickened by the thought of kissing her there but her smooth skin and
musky aroma were too alluring to resist. I closed my eyes and tentatively stuck
my tongue out between my parted lips. The tip scarcely touched her but I felt
her tremble as she pulled me closer. Suddenly I found myself drowning in the
heat of her pussy. I began to frantically lick her, trying to mimic the skill
and intensity which Jazzy had been using on me. Linda reached down with one
hand and spread her clitoris wider for me. I licked at the hidden secrets she
revealed to me and was shocked by the resulting explosion. Her juices flowed
freely into my mouth and I envied her easy orgasm even. Why did mine continue
to elude me? I had never been this aroused before. As she climbed off the
couch, she bent down and licked some of her own cum from my face and lips.

She smiled and knelt down before me on the floor. Once positioned, she patted
her bottom and called Jasmine back to her. The dog started licking Linda's ass
and the cum that was still dripping from her snatch. Linda gasped and praised
her for her efforts as she coaxed my knees apart to gain access to my now
neglected twat. She bestowed feather light kisses on my clit and moaned with me
in pleasure. Unlike the dog's, Linda's tongue was like velvet on my sensitive
clit. It was unlike any sensation I'd ever felt before. No man had ever eaten
me with such mastery, skill and enthusiasm. I felt her tongue cherishing every
part of my womanhood. She seemed to know my body better than I new it myself,
taking my clit between her lips and sucking it gently, ever so gently.

A wildfire spread through my body as I looked down to watch her servicing me.
She gently parted my labia with her fingers and blew onto my throbbing clit. As
her breath touched me, I trembled with fear. Linda had taken control of my body
and was steering me toward an abyss of pleasure I wasn't sure I was ready for.
I watched Linda manipulate my clitoris with her fingers. Occasionally dipping
them inside me and then pulling them out to massage my tender flesh with the
juices. Her eyes were smoldering as she glanced up at me and smiled. She kept
her eyes on me as she put her lips together and sent a second, longer puff of
cool air onto my already over-sensitized clit. I screamed out as the pain of
unreleased passion became more than my body could bear. She gently sucked my
clit back into her mouth and this time I could feel the molten lava begin to
course through me. It started flowing out of me as the room went black. I
couldn't see her any more but I heard Linda sucking and slurping greedily
trying to catch it all. My knees came together, squeezing her head in place as
I bucked and frantically pumped my sopping cunt into her face. I screamed out
her name as the power of it ripped through my body in unrelenting spasms.

Suddenly, Linda pulled me to my feet, kissed my mouth passionately and wrapped
her arms around my naked, convulsing body. I was too week to stand. I clung to
her desperately, trying to make her part of me. I had never felt like this
before and I longed to share this incredible orgasm with her before it
completely slipped away.

She pulled me down on the couch on top of her while the cum was still dripping
from my cunt. My legs twitched uncontrollably even as my orgasm subsided. No
matter how tightly I clasped her too me, I couldn't get her close enough. I
buried my face in her neck, giving in to the uncontrollable urge to cry. Now
that I had finally obtained my long awaited orgasm, I felt a whole new type of
frustration. I had never known such intense and total sexual fulfillment and I
couldn't find the words to express my gratitude. I sobbed and clutched her to
me until exhaustion overtook us both.

The next morning as I opened my eyes, the world came crashing down on me. A
sharp pain shot through me as the light reached my brain. I quickly closed my
eyes and tried to crawl back into unconsciousness but it was no use. The world
was spinning out of control. I braced myself for the next onslaught of pain and
slowly opened my eyes again. My face was nestled between two soft, pink
breasts. The dark brown nipples pointed up proudly in silent testament to the
sex of their owner. My stomach churned and I felt ill. I looked up to see
Linda's sleeping face. She looked so peaceful and serene. I prayed that she was
not the same person who had fucked my brains out last night even though I knew
all to well that she was.

We were lying naked together on her couch and I could see the kitchen from
where we were. The bathroom was just down the hall. How could I get up without
waking her? I couldn't face her. Not right now. What was I saying? I could
never face her again after last night. My stomach wretched again and I knew I
didn't have much time. Her large, naked breasts rose and fell rhythmically
beneath me as she slept. I couldn't wait any longer so I carefully slipped out
of her arms and ran for the bathroom.

I vomited everything that was in my stomach yet it continued to rebel. I was
sweating and the pain in my head was unbearable. Suddenly I felt a cold face
cloth press against my forehead. I opened my eyes to see Linda kneeling beside
me, holding my hair back and gently wiping my face with the cool compress. She
was wearing a bathrobe now and I could feel my nakedness like a sharp pain. I
was totally exposed to her, to this woman who had just recently seen me
whimpering and begging for sex. I couldn't hold back the tears and my stomach
wretched again. I staggered to my feet and told her that I had to leave.

"No," she said. "Stay for breakfast. It's still early and we need to talk about
what happened last night."

"I can't Linda. I don't know what happened last night. I don't feel good and I
don't remember anything," I lied.

The cool air was hardening my treacherous nipples and I didn't want Brenda to
see them. I frantically tried to gather up my clothes which were strewn about
the living room. I was sickened by the fact that Linda was a lesbian and I
tried to cover as much of myself as possible with my bare arms. I picked up my
black lace panties but they were ripped beyond repair. I pulled my wrinkled
skirt up over my thighs and the effort caused some residual cum to ooze from my
swollen and abused snatch. I couldn't find my bra so I quickly pulled my blouse
on to cover my naked breasts, only to find that all the buttons were missing. I
gathered the cloth around me and sank to the floor in desperation. I'd never
felt so exposed in all my life. Linda slid down on the floor and wrapped her
arms around me. "Don't cry. It's OK," she whispered as she rocked me gently.

She loaned me some of her clothes so that I could drive home but made me
promise to call her as soon as I got there. I agreed even though I knew I
wouldn't call. My hangover and obvious embarrassment had kept us from talking
about the sex we'd shared. I was not a lesbian and I didn't want to talk about
it or even think about it ever again. I felt raped, stripped of my dignity. How
could she do that to me? I thought she was my friend. How could she humiliate
and disgrace me like that?

Then I was struck with an even more appalling thought. Had Linda caused this or
had I brought it on myself? I remembered Linda's gentle caresses and wondered
if those graceful fingers were capable of savagely ripping my clothes off. From
what little I could remember, I was the one who had been acting like a whore.
I'd fantasized about having my pussy eaten by animals before; dogs, cats,
snakes, even lions. Had I ripped my clothes off and forced Jasmine to lick my
cunt? Had I come on to Linda? Oh god. If only I could remember how this
happened. I drove home barely able to see the road through the tears of shame.

I ran a steaming hot bath, trying to scald the unwanted memories from my aching
body but the images continued to flash before my eyes. When I finally climbed
into my own bed, I wondered if my life would ever return to normal. I had
always enjoyed sex with men. Was that ruined for me now? I drifted off to sleep
with doubts about my own sexuality. I tried to convince myself that I was
repulsed by what Linda and Jasmine had done to me but I could not ignore the
tingle between my legs each time a new memory surfaced.

I was exhausted and slept late into the evening. When I finally woke, I checked
my messages and was not shocked to find that Linda had called. She wanted me to
call her back. The second message was from a business associate, regarding a
crucial meeting scheduled for Monday morning. Monday morning! Whether I called
Linda or not, I had to go to work Monday and face her. Wouldn't it be easier to
just call her now and get it over with? I could hear the echo of my voice
pleading and begging her to make me cum.

No, it wouldn't be easier to call her. It would be easier to just pretend the
whole thing never happened. She called again on Sunday and left a message that
she needed to know I was OK. I quickly erased her voice from my machine and
went back to bed, wishing I could hit a button and erase Friday night too.

Despite my anxiety, Monday morning went fairly well. My meeting was a huge
success and I didn't see Linda all morning. I skipped lunch that afternoon and
stayed in to finish up a presentation I was working on. The phone rang in my
office and I was slightly taken aback when I heard Linda's voice. She asked if
I was OK. I told her I was feeling great and quickly went on to describe my
earlier victory of the day. I wanted to keep the conversation on a professional
level. I talked fast and tried not to give her an opportunity to change the
subject. It worked and when she hung up I felt an enormous weight lift from my
shoulders. I was beginning to think that, given time, Friday night's
indiscretions might slowly slip into oblivion.

The next afternoon, Linda called my office again but this time her voice
sounded different. It seemed cool and clipped. She firmly informed me that we
needed to talk and we could either talk at her place tonight or in my office
... right now! I looked up and saw several people talking in the hall outside
my window. What if one of us became upset or emotional during our talk? While
my office was fairly soundproof, how would I explain any sudden outbursts of
anger or tears? I told her I'd stop by her place after work. "No," she said.
"I'll make us dinner. Be there at 7:30 and bring a bottle of white wine."
Apparently Linda had decided to take control of this situation. Feeling
pressured, there was really nothing left for me to say so I simply agreed.

I went home to shower and change before going to Linda's. I took great pains in
choosing what I would wear. In order to regain control of this situation, I
needed to be able to erase the image of myself as a whimpering female in the
throes of passion. I chose a subdued, basic black dress. I pulled my hair back
in a tight bun and took a long look in the mirror. It was a good look for me.
Simple yet elegant. The neckline of the dress was low enough to attract the eye
and give a strong impression of self-confidence yet not so low as to suggest a
sexual invitation. This is the look I'd used in the past to dominate the good
ole boys in the boardroom. I just hoped it would work the same way on Linda. I
needed to make her understand that this had to be our last personal contact.
That's the way I wanted it and that's the way it had to be! I took a bottle of
wine out of the fridge and drove to her house.

Linda opened the door after the first knock, with Jasmine following closely at
her heels. She was also wearing a simple dress, but unlike mine, hers was cut
very low and showed considerable cleavage. It was sleeveless and the dark blue
color complimented her eyes and creamy skin as it clung to her voluptuous
curves. Her long auburn hair hung loosely down her back and fell onto her bare
shoulders giving her a totally feminine look. While this outfit might not give
her an edge in the boardroom, she would certainly stiffen every cock in the
house.

Images of my head nestled between those large, soft tits flashed before my eyes
and I could feel my face redden. Linda kissed me on the cheek and took the
bottle of wine out of my hands. Jasmine was sniffing my legs and I silently
prayed that she would stop. I had visions of her sticking her head up my dress
and I just didn't know if I'd have the strength to stop her or if I'd throw my
head back and wantonly spread my legs for her.

Linda had obviously planned on this dinner being a romantic one. Candles were
glowing on the table and the lights were dimmed. Soft music drifted out of
nowhere. Crystal wineglasses sparkled and were reflected in the polished
silverware. The two chairs placed side by side suggested an intimate dinner for
two. Linda had definitely taken charge of this situation. I could see that it
was not going to be easy for me to turn things around and pull off a friendly
goodbye.

As I sat down she brought out a plate of Lobster tails with melted butter and
slid into the chair next to mine. How did she know that seafood was my
favorite? Her bare arm brushed across my breasts provocatively as she reached
for the bottle of wine. She poured the wine and simply said, "To us," as she
touched the rim of my glass. I smiled and then gulped down the wine. Things
were not going at all as I had planned.

She picked up a lobster tail and dipped it into the melted butter. With her
other hand she reached behind my neck and pulled me gently to her. She held the
dripping tail up for me. As my mouth closed around it, she smiled and I knew it
must look like a pink penis between my lips. Linda put a tail into her mouth
but made no pretense of eating it. She slid it in and out provocatively. It
glided between her lips in a sensuous rhythm as the butter dripped down her
chin. She took one bite and handed the rest to Jasmine who was lying at our
feet. "Good girl Jazzy," she cooed, as she licked the butter from her lips.

I suddenly realized that I was being pulled back into her perverted threesome.
I had to stop this now while I still had the strength. My body was already
starting to betray me. I could feel the telltale wetness between my legs. I
stood up and walked into the living room to clear my head. They followed me and
Linda pulled me down on the couch with her. I pushed her away and calmly told
her the real reason I had come. I was not a lesbian and we couldn't continue
having any kind of relationship, friendly or otherwise. Tears welled up in her
eyes and I was sorry for the hurt I'd inflicted, but I also knew this was for
the best.

As I turned to leave, she asked me to come upstairs for just a minute so that
she could show me something.

"No Linda. I don't think that's a good idea. I've got to get going now. I'm
sorry. Really sorry," I said.

"No," she shouted. Then lowering her voice, "I don't think you understand. This
is something I really need for you to see. It'll only take a minute and then
you're more than welcome to leave after that."

I was worried this was just another one of her come-on tactics but felt strong
enough to resist her efforts now. I followed her up to her bedroom. It was
exquisite. It took up the entire top floor of her house and was covered in
thick, white plush carpeting that made me feel like I was walking on clouds. A
huge canopied bed dominated one corner. As a little girl I'd dreamed of a
bedroom like this. A room fit for a princess. Linda opened a large wall cabinet
and revealed a big screen TV. She picked a video up from her nightstand and
inserted it into the VCR.

"Linda, I don't have time for this. I've got to get going," I said. I couldn't
believe she actually thought she could arouse me and change my mind with a
cheap fuck flick. I smiled at her pitiful attempt to seduce me. The snowy
screen suddenly cleared to reveal a picture. It was a home video obviously
taken in Linda's living room and showed someone lying on her couch. No. Not
someone! Me! I stared at the screen in disbelief.

The angle of the video suggested a camera must have been mounted somewhere on
her living room ceiling. Linda's body came into the picture and she carefully
propped me up into a sitting position. My head was back and I moaned in a
drunken stupor but I managed to stay upright. She kissed my mouth and savagely
ripped my blouse open.

I stared at the TV screen in horror as I watched her go on to unhook my bra and
expose my bare breasts to the camera. She pushed my skirt up over my hips and
tried to pull my black panties off. Frustrated, she grasped the silky fabric
firmly and tore the lacy undergarment from my body. The force must have hurt
because I sat up and my eyes opened wider as I looked at my molester. She
kissed my mouth and I closed my eyes again, relaxing my head back against the
couch. She called Jasmine over and pushed her head down between my naked legs.

As I watched the video, a great sense of relief started to flow through me. I
wasn't a lesbian and I wasn't a dog fucker. Linda had virtually raped me. I had
been drunk and she'd raped me. Suddenly I felt in control again. I jumped up
and ejected the tape. "You're sick," I yelled. "You're a sick bitch. How could
you do something like this?" I started to walk toward the door.

Linda leaned back on the bed and laughed. "That's OK," she said. "You can have
that copy if you like. I made that one just for you.... as a gift."

My knees buckled and I had to grasp the door to keep from falling to the floor.
The room was spinning as I took in what she was saying. Had she really copied
the tape? This was blackmail but how could I risk walking away while she might
still have possession of a video that would destroy my career, embarrass my
family and ruin my life. The beginning of the tape clearly showed that I was
manipulated into having sex with her but I knew all too well that the end of
the tape would show a different picture. Everyone would see me as a filthy slut
willing to do anything for my own sexual gratification.

"What the hell did do you want from me?" I wept.

"Oh, I think you know. You should be flattered. How many men do you know who
would go to this much trouble just to get you into their bed?" she asked. She
went on to assure me that she had no intention of showing either of the tapes
to anyone else. They were strictly for our viewing pleasure.

She took the tape out of my hand and led me back to her bed while she
reinserted the video into the VCR. Our images were projected on the large
screen again. This time, Linda was caressing my face while my body writhed from
the tongue fucking I was receiving from her dog.

"Jasmine and I took very good care of you the other night. Why don't you try to
think of something nice that you can do for us?", she asked. "You could start
by helping me out of this dress."

Linda is glowing these days. She's got an insatiable appetite for sex that I've
come to appreciate. I've learned how to please her in many ways while she has
gently coaxed me into shedding my inhibitions. When we sit down to eat in the
evening, I often ask her to fuck her food while I watch. Sometimes I make her
lay on the table while I eat it out of her. Linda has taught me to embrace the
bizarre and kinky and we try to tape it all so we can watch it over and over
again.

I still thrill at the sight of Linda's shaved pussy. So much so that I insist
she keep it freshly shaved at all times. I love the baby soft feel of her
hairless crotch rubbing against my face and lips. If I feel any stubble I
punish her by using a fresh razor on her and then massaging her snatch with
rubbing alcohol. Sometimes I pretend she's missed a few hairs just for the fun
of it.

Of course, Jasmine remains an invaluable part of our sex life. We're talking
about getting a second dog. A male this time. Linda thinks we're getting him
for Jazzy but I recently read a graphic description of a dog fucking a woman.
I've started fantasizing about watching Linda being fucked by a large dog while
she licks my dripping pussy.

Linda had never experience anal sex before I met her. Now she can easily
accommodate a large dildo, and often does. She doesn't know it yet, but I'm
preparing her for a day when she can take a large dog, or maybe even a horse's
cock up her ass.

While I can never forgive her for forcing me into this lifestyle, the quality
of our sex won't allow me to hate her for it. I still appreciate a sexy man and
have not forgotten the thrill of a real cock pounding into me. Maybe someday
I'll have an opportunity to share Linda with a man who appreciates her as much
as I do.

Until then, we'll just continue to look for new and interesting ways to gratify
each other. By the way, I never did find that second copy of the tape.


Author's Note: This story started as a simple fantasy but once I began putting
it on paper the story and the characters took on a life of their own. Feel free
to write and tell me what you thought of it... but be gentle.
Sweet_CumQuat@nightmail.com