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Sandra sat in her usual spot in the food hall, facing the escalators. She knew that any man coming up would look her way and that was when she would innocently open her legs. Of course, there was nothing innocent about what she was doing. She loved the thrill of exposing her thong-covered pussy to men of all ages and pretending not to to be aware of what she was doing. Time and again she watched as they slowly realised what they could see and loved how they stared before their wives or girlfriends hurried them away.



Today, however, one man was not hurrying away. Middle-aged, probably in his fifties, carrying a briefcase and wearing a suit, he was the stereotypical businessman on his way to a meeting. But Sandra had put all thoughts of any meeting out of his head by her blatant exhibitionism and he had been up and down the escalators to see up her skirt again and again.



She had noticed him and decided to reward him for his perseverance. As she saw him approaching once more, she opened her legs, reached under her short skirt and pulled her thong aside, letting him finally see her bald pussy. His eyes popped open and she was sure the erection he was trying to hide with his briefcase had just got even bigger.



But he was having an effect on her too and she could feel her own juices starting to flow. She knew that exposing herself wasn’t going to be enough today and decided to take a risk. The mall was quiet, as was the food court, and she moved over to a quieter seat. Wondering if she dared to do this, she took a deep breath and knew that the decision had already been taken.



She had been for a job interview and was more dressed than she would normally be when she came to the mall but she was glad of this as it would prolong things a bit and make it even more delicious. She was glad when she noticed the businessman had followed her over, even though he was still keeping his distance.



She looked directly at him and imagined that he was her online friend, Alex, before slowly opening her blouse, popping the buttons one by one from the top, just enough to reveal her tiny white bra covering her tiny tits. Still looking him in the eye, she peeled the cups down off her breasts and thought she heard the man gasp as he saw her stiff nipples. Cupping her tits easily in her hand, teasing her nipples, she watched as the man tried to hide the fact that he was squeezing his cock behind his briefcase, while she imagined Alex taking out his hard cock and beginning to masturbate as he watched her.



She knew she didn’t have much time so she moved one hand down and slowly pulled her skirt up to reveal her matching thong. She hadn’t intended to be just so obvious but now it felt like the sexiest, dirtiest thing to do. As her legs parted once more, her hand fell between them and she could feel how wet her thong was already. It wasn’t going to take much to make her cum.



Pulling her thong to one side, her fingers ran up and down her soaking lips but she knew she needed more immediately. Easily thrusting one finger inside, she squeezed her tits with her other hand as that one finger became two and then three.



As her hand moved in and out, she pushed her palm against herself and rubbed her swollen clit with each movement, bringing herself closer and closer to one of her quickest ever orgasms. The man was openly rubbing his cock now behind his briefcase and she was sure he was going to make a mess of his trousers, just as she imagined Alex getting ready to cum over his hand and wished she was with him to lick it off afterwards.



Just as she was about to go over the edge a voice behind her said,



“Can you come with us please, ma’am?”



She turned her head to see two fat security guards standing right behind her. She tried to pull her skirt down and close her blouse but they grabbed her arms, one on either side and marched her off. The businessman had disappeared but there was soon a crowd of onlookers gathered to watch and, seeing the state she was in with her blouse open and her skirt around her waist, she was taunted by cries of “Slut!” and “Whore” as she was led through a door marked “PRIVATE” and down a corridor that no member of the public ever walked.



She was pushed into a large, noisy office that immediately fell silent and led to a glass-walled office at the back. As she was practically dragged past even more security staff there was more muttering and more insults along the way.



“Here she is, sir.”



“So I see and looking every inch the slut that she looked on the CCTV.”



Sandra’s heart sank when he turned his computer screen to face her and there, on the screen was no-one but herself. She watched, horrified, and more than a little aroused as she opened her blouse, lifted her skirt and began to play with her pussy. She could feel her juices running again and wished she’d been allowed to finish; she had been so close. She had other things to worry about now though.



“What a whore you are, you little slut. Anyone could have seen what you were doing and you couldn’t have cared less. Well, there’s only one thing to do. Call the police.”



Sandra knew that was the last thing she wanted and tried to think of what to say.



“Is that really necessary, sir. Surely we can find another way to resolve this,” thinking that maybe if she offered to suck his cock and maybe the cocks of the two guards who had caught her, they would let her go.



“You were exposing yourself and masturbating in public, in my mall. What could you possibly do to make up for that? You admit you’re a slut, don’t you?”



That was easy, she thought. She’d been a slut for as long as she could remember and loved being a slut.



“Yes, sir,” she said meekly, hanging her head, pretending she was ashamed.



“Well, if you can prove to me that you are the worst slut we have ever seen then we might be prepared to think again.”



“Prove it?” she thought. How was she supposed to prove it in an open-plan office with the rest of the security staff all gathered around the glass wall of the office, watching what was going on, impatient to see what their boss had in store for this whore who had behaved so disgracefully.



Sandra turned her head to see them and noticed that there were a couple of women who had pushed their way to the front of the crowd and they seemed just as eager to watch what was about to happen as their male colleagues.



“I will try, sir. What do you want me to do?”



“Since you like showing off your body, why don’t you climb on to my desk and strip?”



Not really sure that he was being serious, she hesitated.



“NOW, WHORE!” he yelled.



Startled into action, she struggled in her tight skirt, which had thankfully made its way down to cover her pussy and arse, but knew that they were about to be exposed once again and this time it was not for her own gratification. Standing facing him, she couldn’t help but wonder how many of the overweight, middle-aged guards were already sporting erections in their uniform trousers.



“That’s better. Now take off your blouse.”



Standing facing him, she didn’t have many buttons left to open but she knew she better be quick or this man might just as easily tear it off her. Then again, would that be so bad? She quite liked that idea but thought she better do as she was told. Sliding the sleeves off, she dropped her blouse on to the desk and waited her next instruction, glad that she was at least wearing one of her sexiest bras that pushed her small tits out a bit more than usual. She didn’t need anything to make her nipples look bigger, though, because they were already pusing hard against her bra.



“And your skirt.”



She never wore tights or stockings unless she was going to a party and had been asked to wear them so she knew that once her skirt fell she would be standing up there on the desk for them all to see in just her bra and tiny thong. She reached behind herself, lowered the zip and wriggled her hips a little as it slid down her smooth legs to pool at her ankles. She stepped out of it to whistles of appreciation from the men behind her and further call of “Slut!” and “Disgrace” from the women.



“Ok, good so far. Now the bra.”



The room was suddenly silent as this time her hands came to the front and undid the front clasp between her two cups before she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall on top of her other clothes. There was a lot of noise behind her as she saw more and more of the staff push into the office to get a clearer view of the slut on display on top of the boss’s desk.



“They’re tiny,” came one shout.



“They’ll do for me,” came another as the man in front of her simply looked up from his chair and smiled at her.



“Do a twirl, slut, and let everyone have a look.”



Her nipples were already stiff but looking at the hungry, lustful faces of the men and women around her, caused her to shiver and caused them to grow even more. But it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver and it certainly wasn’t the cold that was causing her to soak her thong again.



“You know what comes next, whore. Lose the thong.”



She slipped her hands into the waistband of the last remaining piece of clothing she had on, small though it was, and began to push it down her legs. Inch by inch, she lowered her sodden thong until she dropped it and stepped out of it too, only her shoes now remaining.



“Lie down on the desk, whore and let’s see what you’ve got — not that every person in the room hasn’t already seen your shaven cunt on the screen. Just what we expect from sluts like you.”



She tried to keep her legs closed as she lay down but she was soon ordered to open them as she lay there, exposed for all to see. And what they saw was the wettest pussy any of them had seen in a long time.



She had closed her eyes but she sensed the movement of the men toward her and knew that they were crowding around her. She couldn’t stop herself from flinching as the first hand reached out and, surprisingly gently, caressed her cheek. But there was to be no more gentleness. Soon hands were touching her all over, at first just squeezing and feeling her breasts but, within minutes, other hands were moving up her legs, delighting in the bare skin. Once again she flinched as the first one found her wet pussy but she knew better than to try to escape. She also knew there was nowhere for her to go. The owner of the hand on her pussy pulled his hand out announced that she was soaking.



“What a slut!” was the cry from all around as the men pressed even more insistently against her trembling body. She was trembling but she could feel their greedy hands on her poor body and knew that they could see how her nipples were reacting. Growing as they were, she knew they wouldn’t be ignored, and they weren’t, one hand grabbing each. She wasn’t bothered if the hands belonged to two men or just one but she did know that the way they were pinching her poor nipples and squeezing them was causing tremors to run all the way to her pussy.



Almost as if they could feel how vulnerable yet how aroused she was, the men laughed as two fingers slid easily into her cunt and then were held up for all too see, all except her.



“She’s ready,” announced the boss. “Let’s blindfold her and make it even better. On your hands and knees, slut. Let’s see everything.”



Doing as she was told, feeling her way gingerly now that someone had wrapped a scarf around her eyes, she knelt on all fours using her hands to support her upper body as she heard the men gathering behind her, her humiliation that her pussy and even her arsehole were so exposed arousing her as it always did.



Someone grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down, the effect being that her legs opened wider to support her and her holes were even more on display. This seemed to be enough for them as there was a noise of rustling and she guessed that soon she wouldn’t be the only one in the room who was naked.



Sure enough, within minutes, she heard them gathering around the desk and once again she was taken hold of. This time she was turned on to her back again and pulled to the edge, her legs were bent back until her knees were almost touching her tits. Once again she had no way of telling just how many were manhandling her but she knew whose voice she heard next.



“Let me show you just how wet she is,” the boss proclaimed his staff before he sank his hard cock into her waiting cunt with one smooth thrust. As he slowly began to move in and out, she felt others climb on to the desk beside her. With her legs trapped she was helpless to resist and when someone else took her hand and wrapped it around his cock, she automatically began to glide her hand over it before a third man obviously liked that idea and grabbed her other hand to do the same to him.



Now seemingly surrounded by naked men and naked cocks, the boss began to move more urgently in and out of her tight cunt, his thrusts deep, fast and even violent. He was practically pushing her up the desk so roughly was he fucking her; she was now holding on to the other cocks as much for support as for pleasure.



He was never going to last long like that and he didn’t, withdrawing almost immediately to allow another to take his place. But that still wasn’t enough for them. Someone else climbed on top of her and pulled her head up towards him, smearing the tip of his cock against her lips.



“Suck it, whore,” ordered the boss and she didn’t need to be told twice. The man thrust into her mouth just as aggressively as his superior had thrust into her pussy and he didn’t last much longer. Very soon he was pouring his cum down her throat before dropping her head to the hard desk and climbing off her.



There seemed to be no consideration for her, no thought to allowing her to cum. These men were using her for their own pleasure; her own simply didn’t enter their minds.



She started to lose count of the amount of men who had fucked both her mouth and her pussy and a few had even masturbated over her tits. She must have looked a real mess but, for once, she was thankful she couldn’t see. The cocks that left her mouth all seemed to enjoy wiping the last remains of their spunk across her face and she knew she had wasted her time earlier in applying her make-up.



For a moment the constant fucking seemed to stop as the men climbed off the desk but they were only repositioning her back on to her hands and knees. Again she felt someone climbing back up beside her, one on either side.. Her pussy was already stretched wide but they began to pull her cunt even more, stretching it almost beyond endurance, while the others simply cheered and yelled their encouragement as if they knew what was coming. She could feel the spunk pour out of her gaping hole and let her head fall back in wonderful embarrassment once more.



“That should be far enough,” said the man in charge over the noise of the crowd and the other two men climbed off the desk. She felt someone else take their place, one man, the boss she suspected, and shuddered to think what she was “far enough” stretched for. She was soon to find out.



She felt his hand on her backside but it felt different, as if it were coated with some sort of lubricant. He teased her at first, rubbing his wet fingers over her puffed up lips, flicking her engorged clit, before entering her, three fingers easily sliding in.



The room had gone quiet as three became four but the cheering began again as they too slipped in and she felt like she was being torn apart. In and out those four fingers pushed, slow at first but rapidly building up speed. For the first time she actually thought she might cum, she was so close, she just needed an extra push. She was moaning now, pushing back against his hand and this seemed to delight the men and their boss. Their encouragements became even cruder.



“Stretch her.”



“Get your whole hand inside her.”



“Fuck her hard.”



This time it was he who did as he was told and pulling his fingers out, he wrapped his thumb into his fist and plunged in to her gaping whole, all the way to his wrist. She screamed in pain and ecstasy as she was filled like she hadn’t been in a long time.



“So you like that, my little slut, do you? Let’s keep going then. It looks terrific.”



As he fucked her with his fist she felt as though every nerve in her body was being assaulted. He was moving his hand in and out, again pushing her along the desk. But she was also pushing against him and she was almost there. She was going to cum with a massive explosion, in front of all these men, these naked men, these strangers who had all fucked her and with their boss’s hand buried deep in her pussy.



Suddenly the men were upon her again like a pack of animals, her mouth filled with cock, her tits squeezed and pinched. Someone even climbed on her back, riding her like a horse and she just knew he would be masturbating, about to cover the few inches of her naked body not already coated with spunk. And then it hit her. The pain in her nipples, the pain in her pussy and the pleasure from all of it together seemed to merge and she screamed aloud, even around the cock that was fucking her mouth.



It seemed to last forever but eventually the other men climbed off the desk, climbed off her used body and all she could feel was her pussy still throbbing around the fist inside her. As he too pulled out agonisingly slowly, he turned to his audience.



“I think it’s fair to say she has proven herself to be a slut but maybe the women would like to try her out.”



The scarf around her eyes was removed and she was turned round on to her back, still on the desk. She watched as the women pushed to the front and seemed not in the least embarrassed as they dropped their uniform trousers in front of their male colleague. They were middle aged too, overweight too, and Sandra knew they were about to use her just as the men had done.



“I’m going to fuck your slutty face, you whore,” said the first woman as she removed her big knickers. Sandra could see her pussy lips were big and wet, hairy and fat, just the way she liked them. “Now, get your lips and tongue busy; I’m more than ready.”



Sandra knew that older women tend to leak much more than younger ones and this one was no exception. As the woman lowered her hairy cunt on to her captive’s mouth the men all cheered as Sandra stuck out her tongue and, almost instantly she could feel her face was soaked with pussy juice. The older woman pushed down her pussy hard against Sandra’s face at the same time as she lifted the younger woman’s head with her hands and rubbed her herself vigorously against her lapping tongue.



She’d said she was ready and, as she started to buck even more wildly, Sandra felt another woman begin to slap her pussy with something big and hard, a wooden ruler she would have guessed. The woman on top of her began to convulse on her face, thoroughly squashing her nose. Her fat thighs crushed against Sandra’s head and her pussy was dragged harshly across the younger woman@s face.



She was going mad with lust as her male colleagues cheered her on.



“Fuck her!”



“Fuck her face!”



“Cum on her. Cum on her face.”



The woman was getting louder and louder until, with one last thrust she roared in ecstasy and Sandra’s face was flooded with her juices. Being the whore she was, she continued to lick the older woman but eventually her captor could take no more and the slapping of her pussy stopped. “Your turn,” she said to another woman as she pulled her big knickers and trousers back on.



Two more women climbed on and were licked to shattering orgasms in turn. Sandra losing count how many time she came herself as each time her face was covered by an old cunt, the smacking of her own would resume.



Finally there was only one woman left.



“I think I might try something else,” looking in disgust at Sandra’s pussy-juice smeared face. Stand her up.”

“I didn’t hurt your arm, did I?” Linda asked, slightly worried over her dominating behavior, yet feeling like she just wanted to mount the other woman right then and grind her ass into the woman’s face.



Smiling slightly, Carrie shook her head, finally regaining her balance. “No,” she said, reaching down to pull her pants up, “Sometimes, it’s good to be dominated.”



Face flushed, Linda’s mind reeled at the possibilities, and watched her boss’s petite, seductive ass as the older woman started to pull her pants up, bending over as she did. Linda stared at her tight, brown sphincter, licking her lips as a thought occurred to her. “Come home with me,” Linda blurted, “Tonight.”



Surprised, Carrie looked over her shoulder at the blonde, her massive breasts heaving, pale face flushed with desire. “I don’t know,” Carrie said, hesitating. “My husband will be waiting for me.” Pulling up her pants, she fastened the button and looked torn, staring into Linda’s face and then back down, licking her lips reflexively as she looked at Linda’s perky, massive breasts, the nipples clearly outlined against her top.



“You will come home with me, tonight,” Linda said, stepping closer to her boss, the height difference intimidating Carrie slightly, “Call your husband, tell him you’ll be home late.” Pausing, Linda’s face flushed, she added, “Now.” Her boss’s brown eyes looked deep into her blue ones, and finally the older woman nodded, just once.



“Let me get my stuff, and I’ll meet you back at your office,” Carrie said, face flushed and turning to walk away. Staring after her, Linda felt elated, nervous and excited, hurrying to follow and rushing back to her office. The busty blonde grabbed her bag, packing quickly, and then as she turned off the lights and closed the door, saw Carrie standing next to her door, the Asian woman carrying her laptop bag over her shoulder and eyeing her busty frame with open lust. “I’m all ready.”



Grinning slightly, Linda replied, “Of course you are,” as she grabbed her boss’s hand and clutched it tightly while she led her down the few flights of stairs to the parking lot level. Linda had begun to imagine a whole series of events, featuring her boss, several toys and potentially impossible scenarios based on the limitations of gravity and physics. Despite her own orgasm earlier, Linda was determined to act out the dirty fantasy she had shared on the computer with her boss. “Hop in,” she told the Asian woman, beeping her car and getting into the driver seat.



As she headed out of the parking lot and towards her apartment, Linda remembered the adult store she’d passed, many times, on El Camino in Redwood City. “I just need to make a quick stop,” Linda said, a few minutes after leaving the office. She had been quiet while she drove, fantasizing about what she was going to do to her boss when they arrived at her apartment. Meanwhile, the petite woman had been texting since she hopped into the car, her eyes glued to her phone.



“Okay,” Carrie replied, “Make it quick though.” Looking over, Carrie’s face flushed as she stared at Linda, her long, delicate fingers gripping the steering wheel loosely as the blonde drove them towards her place. “I thought you couldn’t wait to get me someplace more comfortable?” As she asked the rhetorical question, Carrie put away her phone and touched the younger woman’s thigh, hesitantly, still nervous about attempting to explore another woman’s body.



“I can’t,” Linda said, her face flushed as she parked, laying her own hand on top of the other woman’s, “But I need the right equipment to fuck you silly, don’t I?” Smiling, Linda opened her door and asked, “Want to join me?”



Shaking her head, Carrie said, “Hurry back,” as Linda shut the door and disappeared into the adult shop. A few minutes later, the blonde returned, a large, plastic bag clutched in her hands, her blue eyes shining.



“Now we’re ready,” she said, starting the car and driving off. The rest of the drive, Carrie obsessed over what the younger woman had just bought, wondering what she needed to, as Linda had said, fuck her silly. The idea of being pleasured by her hot, blonde team member was incredibly sexy to her, and Carrie almost started to touch herself in the car, as she contemplated how skillfully the other woman had brought her to a swift, blistering climax. Despite her questions, Linda refused to tell her what was in the bag, and admonished her when she asked twice, “If you ask again, I’ll punish you.” Hearing those words, Carrie grew more excited, tempted to ask again, just to see what kind of punishment the other woman would deliver.



Finally, Linda pulled into a side street and then parked, next to a simple, two story apartment complex. “We’re here,” she said, grabbing her bags and stepping out of the car. Carrie followed, excited, nervously walking behind her and staring at the blonde’s skirt clad buttocks, her mouth watering and thighs burning with excitement. She walked quickly, the blonde hurrying familiarly down a walkway and then keying open a door. Linda headed up to the second floor, as Carrie watched her curvy, skirt clad bottom swish, she felt her face grow flushed once more, recalling how sexy Linda had been when she saw her fingering herself in the office. “Come in,” Linda said, after she keyed open a door halfway down the hall. Carrie followed her, and linda wasted no time in heading towards her bedroom, still carrying the plastic bag and her laptop.



“Would you like a drink?” Linda called, as Carrie looked around the apartment. It was small, quant and obviously one bedroom, which gave her a bit of relief. She had been worried Linda might have a roommate, which scared her, as she definitely wanted Linda but did not want any company.



“Water,” Carrie replied, nervous now that they were in Linda’s apartment, despite her desire, Carrie found herself second guessing her acceptance of the offer, her lust cooling from earlier when she first spied Linda frantically fingering her gorgeous pink pussy to climax. Standing in the entryway, she set her bag down, idly looking around the room as Linda returned from the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. The blonde smirked at her, then opened a cupboard and grabbed a tall glass. Filling it from the tap, she took a long swallow, leaving it half full before bringing it to the slender Asian woman.



“Here you go,” Linda said, handing her the glass she had already drank from, “I don’t want you to get dehydrated,” Linda smirked, her mouth twisted suggestively as she handed over the glass. Despite their earlier, crazy encounter, Carrie blushed as she took the glass, feeling a slight tingle as she grazed Linda’s fingers. Draining the water, she looked around, wondering where to set the glass after quenching her thirst. The taller blonde plucked it from her fingers, sauntering back to the kitchen and pouring herself a smaller, second glass. Carrie watched as she drained it once more, setting the glass to the side.



Feeling incredibly self conscious, Carrie shifted on her feet as Linda approached, a small, seductive smile on her full, cherry lips. Despite their crazy, quick encounter earlier, Carrie was hesitant to make a move and simply stared at Linda as she walked closer, fidgeting and staring at her nervously. Face flushed, Carrie felt Linda’s hot breath on her cheek as the blonde grew close enough to touch, her large breasts almost pressed into her chest.



“What do we do now?” Carrie asked finally, as Linda simply stared down at her, firm chest swelling, her nipples now outlined against the fabric of her blouse. Tilting her head back, Carrie slowly raised her arms, to grab the sexy blonde around the waist. Linda simply watched her for a moment, feeling the other woman wrap her arms around her, feeling herself grow hotter by the moment as the sexual tension mounted. Almost whispering, Carrie gripped the other woman around the waist and pulled her close, loving the feel of her curvy, sexy body, “I’ve never done anything like this,” she said, thrilling at the feeling of Linda’s breasts pressed into her chest. Her own smaller tits were perky, firmly pressed into Linda’s chest, and Carrie felt herself grow very wet, the tight jeans uncomfortable.



“Really?” Linda asked, moderately surprised. Nodding, the Asian woman held her close, her hands staying put firmly on the small of her back. Reaching down, Linda grabbed her petite fingers, moving the older woman’s hands firmly down, to rest of her curvy backside. “Start there,” Linda said, enjoying the way the older woman’s face grew flushed, her breath coming in smaller gasps.



Carrie swallowed hard, staring into Linda’s blue eyes, feeling her warm, firm buttocks beneath the woman’s skirt. She could not believe she was standing there, or that Linda had already brought her to one mind bending orgasm at work. Wanting more, unsure how to ask, Carrie started to kneed Linda’s buttocks softly through her skirt. As she did, Linda’s eyes grew wider, her blue pupils dilating, indicating her mounting arousal. The blonde reached down and grabbed Carrie’s jean clad bottom, pulling the slender woman’s hips into hers, grinding her heated mound into the smaller Asian woman. A light gasp escaped Carrie’s lips as Linda returned her embrace, and Linda enjoyed the sensation of her delicate fingers caressing her butt while she ground her hot center into the older woman’s hips.



However, Linda was growing impatient and wanted more. “Carrie,” Linda finally murmured, as she started to grind harder against the petite woman, thinking about the sexy, crazy chat she had online. Letting go of the Asian woman, Linda pushed her back, forcing Carrie’s arms to let go of her ass. “Strip.” Dark eyes smoldering, Carrie started to remove her top first, then her jeans. Clad in her panties and bra, the older woman hesitated, staring at Linda as the younger woman licked her lips. “All the way,” she commanded, her tone growing harder. Quickly, she finished undressing, until she stood naked, her brown nipples firm, the aureola small on her perky, b-cup breasts. Linda was surprised at how soft, smooth the older woman’s skin was, despite their age difference, Carrie had the body of a twenty year old. “Now bend over,” Linda demanded, her nipples growing more stiff as she watched the other woman turn around, leaning on her couch. “Spread your legs,” she continued, stepping up to the smaller woman, and giving her ass a tiny slap.



“Oh,” Carrie gasped, surprised as she spread her legs, feeling a tingle up her spine as the buxom blonde gave her a tiny spanking. “More,” she whimpered. She had never felt so sexy, so turned on in her lift with her husband before that day and in her mind, she told herself, I’d do anything to make Linda happy. Toned legs spread wider than her shoulders, Carrie bent over the couch further, resting her chest and head on the sofa so she could look behind her. As she looked, Linda gave her ass a second spanking, harder this time. “Oh, oh,” Carrie moaned, louder this time, feeling incredibly dirty.



Face flushed, Linda stared at the petite Asian woman’s tight, spread ass cheeks, admiring her brown sphincter and seeing her slit was damp. Grabbing her ass cheeks, she spread Carrie apart, then smacked her again, loving the whimpering, moaning sounds her slaps elicited. Kneeling down, Linda kept thinking about her dirty chat earlier, unable to believe that after giving voice to so many of her secret desires, she was kneeling, about to lick her boss’s dripping, wet pussy for the first time. Inhaling deeply, Linda savored the musky smell of Carrie’s desire. One more slap, and then she resumed kneading the other woman’s buttocks, moving her face in between her spread globes to lick her out. For a moment, poised on the verge of pushing her mouth into Carrie’s luscious behind, Linda hesitated. The smell of her boss’s wet pussy, her glistening folds, were both tantalizing to her eyes, as she stared at the smaller woman’s dark nether lips.



“Are you going to lick me?” Carrie said, her voice soft, as she felt Linda’s hot breath against her folds. The blonde woman was kneeling between her legs, her beautiful face between her tight buttocks, nearly pushed into her pussy. Wanting the other woman to continue, but afraid to give voice to her desires, Carrie wiggled her butt slightly, pressing her inner thigh to the side of Linda’s head. The blonde’s hair tickled her as she wiggled her rear end, causing her to giggle slightly. “Please?” A hint of pleading entered her high pitch voice, as Carrie did not want to simply squat down on Linda’s upturned face, but she was also starting to feel increasingly anxious, her pussy throbbing with need.



Hearing her boss beg, Linda smiled slightly, turning her head and sucking, softly, at the older woman’s tight inner thigh. Groaning, Carrie arched her back, moving her hands to her breasts as she felt the blonde woman start to bite and lick at her sensitive flesh. Moaning, Carrie panted, high pitch voice thick with lust, “Please, lick me,” she begged, one hand stroking at her sensitive tips, her head in the clouds.



“I’ve never been with a woman before,” Linda confided, in between biting and nibbling the Asian woman’s sensitive, smooth skin. “Have you?”



“No,” Carrie replied, surprised at the confession from the younger woman. “Ever since you started working for me, I’ve been curious,” Carrie continued, squeezing her nipples harder as Linda’s mouth moved upwards, closer to her heated center. “Your body, your face,” Carrie whispered, “I’m never touchy feely with other team members, and for some reason, my fingers have always ached to touch you.”



Poised at the brink, Linda slid her tongue upwards, finally slipping her wet organ across the Asian woman’s dark outer labia, the flesh slick with her desire. “Yes,” Carrie whispered, “Oh, more, please.” Tasting her boss’s wet, slick pussy lips, Linda marveled at the sensation, slightly sweet and bitter at the same time. Intrigued, she pushed her tongue upwards, parting the older woman’s folds and opening her mouth wide as she did so. “Ohhh,” Carrie moaned, unable to resist pushing her buttocks back, forcing Linda’s extended tongue to slid as far into her overheated center as she could. With both hands, Linda gripped the Asian woman’s ass, starting to move her tongue all around her pussy, loving the taste. Feeling as Carrie moaned her delight the woman’s pussy start to juice, the blonde started to swallow her juices, gulping them down as the Asian woman started to moan louder, her voice even higher pitch.



“Cum for me,” Linda gasped, removing her tongue and spreading Carrie’s ass cheeks wider still. The petite Asian woman gasped as the blonde spread her firm cheeks wide. For a moment, Linda briefly considered sticking her tongue into her tight, puckered asshole, just like the woman in the chat begged her to do. Pushing the thought aside, the blonde resumed her licking, pushing her mouth back into her bosses tight, slick opening, sliding her tongue all around her succulent pussy lips.



“I’m going to cum,” Carrie cried, squeezing both of her nipples, her eyes rolling back in her head as Linda resumed her frantic licking and sucking. Mound on fire, the smooth cheeks of Linda’s face pressed against her inner thighs as the blonde found her clit, pink lips sucking hard. “Now,” she gasped, releasing her nipples and putting her hands on the couch, as her knees buckled. Feeling Linda suck her clit into her mouth, the Asian woman’s orgasm ripped through her body and rainbows exploded in her head. Carrie felt as though the universe had exploded in rippling, pulsating color as she came, feeling as though her climax was an infinite ripple of pleasure, her whole body pulsating in time with her twitching cunt. Swooning, she leaned heavily on the couch, almost unable to stand upright as her pussy squirted cum, over and over, into the Linda’s face, soaking her chin.



Surprised at the spray, Linda jerked her head back as Carrie’s pussy convulsed, soaking her lips and chin, the fluids of her massive climax dripping down her shirt. Still gripping the older woman’s buttocks, Linda moved one hand towards her center, using Carrie’s cum to wet her nether opening. Intent on her anal passage, Linda slapped the Asian woman’s ass, enjoying the whimpering sounds as her body shuddered. “Your ass is mine,” Linda whispered, sliding a finger into her backdoor, the digit slick with Carrie’s climax. Her finger penetrated the Asian woman’s tight ass with little resistance, sliding half way in, and Linda grew heated, desperate to do more to the petite woman’s forbidden entrance.



“I have to lay down,” Carrie whined, “I can’t take it anymore.” Reluctantly, Linda stood up, her knees a little sore from her oral ministrations, sliding her hand out of the Asian woman’s backdoor reluctantly. Standing upright, Linda grabbed the smaller woman’s hand and led her to the bedroom. Her nipples stiff, torn between her desire to explore Carrie’s forbidden orifice and getting the other woman to taste her, Linda gently pushed her boss onto the bed. “That was amazing,” Carrie whispered, her eyes slightly glazed over as she settled into the bed, her thighs slick and her brown nippled breasts pointing skyward. Licking her lips, she contemplated Linda’s curvy body, the younger woman still fully clothed. “Can I see you,” she begged, “Naked?” Linda smiled, her face flushed as she stripped off her top, her skirt and her bra as quickly as she could.



“I have a surprise for you, Carrie,” Linda said, as she climbed onto the bed. “But first,” she moved to sit next to her bosses face, kneeling on the bed and looking down at the petite Asian woman. “You need to return the favor.” Dark eyes wide, Carrie stared at the hot, naked blonde as she straddled her face, moving one toned, curvaceous hip astride her head and sitting so she could look down at her boss’s eyes as she positioned herself. With her thighs astride her boss’s face, Linda knelt over the petite, older woman and carefully placed her dripping pussy over Carrie’s mouth. “Eat my pussy,” the blonde commanded, her voice again taking on a strident tone. “Suck me dry.”



After twice cumming as a result of Linda’s novice, yet expert ministrations, Carrie was anxious to return the favor and make Linda scream in return. Her eyes were wide as she opened her mouth, Linda’s pink labia slick from her desire, positioned only a centimeter from her lips. Extending her tongue, Carrie started to lick the younger woman’s clit, using her hands to grab the other woman’s ass as Linda started to move her hips in a sinuous motion. “Yes, that’s it,” Linda cried, feeling Carrie’s lips begin sucking on her most sensitive spot, “Suck my clit.” The dirty talk only heightened the Asian woman’s excitement, as she started to take Linda’s clit and outer lips into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to stimulate the blonde bombshell.



Overheated, Linda could not last long, despite the amateurish tongue swabbing by Carrie, her pussy was on fire from the incredibly hot, kinky stimulation that day. In moments, the blonde was bucking her hips, frantically grinding her pussy against the older woman’s face, lost in ecstasy as she screamed, “Eat my pussy, Carrie.” Arching her back, Linda lost herself in the delicious feeling of Carrie’s lips and tongue, sucking, licking and eating her out. She reached down, grabbing Carrie’s long, black hair, forcing the older woman to keep her mouth positioned hard against her throbbing nether lips. “That’s it,” the blonde cried, starting to buck her hips frantically, working back and forth, “I’m gonna cum.” Grabbing Carrie’s hair, pulling the Asian woman’s head hard against her pussy, Linda cried out, starting to shake in orgasmic bliss as the older woman bit down on her clit. The painful yet pleasurable stimulation finally drove her over the edge, and she felt an orgasm burst forth, her hips, thighs and stomach rippling as she felt the mind blowing pleasure ripple through her curvaceous body. “Yes!”

So, the sexual journey of James and Rachel continues in this chapter. Really, each chapter can be read as a stand-alone story, but to really get a feel for the love and companionship they share, you should start with chapter one. Like any other writer here on Lit, I love to read your comments, so please, let me know what you think and don’t forget to rate what you read… Now, on to what you came here for:



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James felt he and his lover had a fantastic sex life. Really, their time together period was wonderful. He didn’t really have anything to complain about. Sure, Rachel didn’t take charge in the bedroom as often as he liked, but he was still very happy with her. They laughed and had idle chatter as they copulated and could still stay in the mood. He felt they complimented each other well and they could even get through the large majority of their problems. What was there to do but continue enjoying this life?



“I wonder if he’s even thought about what today is,” Rachel thought to herself as she showered after their morning romp in the sheets. “Maybe I can surprise him with a trip to that store; we’ve talked about it but haven’t had the time.” She turned off the water and reached for her towel deciding that that’s what she’d do for him today. After all, it was a special day. She dried and dressed herself and contemplated what they might browse for or even purchase later that day.



As he looked at the time to find his work week was nearly at its end, James wondered to himself what Rachel was going to want to do today. So far, she’d been silent about it and that worried him. “Oh well,” he said to himself aloud. “Oh well, we’ll figure out something, I’m sure.” He finished ringing up the last few customers in his line, cheerfully chatting with them about the weather, recent news and what events were coming up in town, turned off the light for his lane and headed for the time clock. He clocked out, changed out of uniform and said good bye to his coworkers on his way out the doors.



Looking at the clock, Rachel figured James would be home in a few minutes and checked her make-up and outfit. She was wearing a short black skirt with a black thong and a grey, tight strapped top that showed her tits and cleavage deliciously even without a bra underneath like she was wearing it now. Seeing that she looked just as she wanted to, she waited to hear her man putting his bike in the back yard. He’d find the glass door locked and have to come around the front where he’d find her sipping on a drink waiting for him. She was happy that he’d given her a key; it made times like this nice and easy.



James sighed as he tried the back door, found it locked and didn’t see Rachel. “Front door it is then.” He went around the building, and unlocked the front door. Upon opening it, he saw his girlfriend and her outfit and started drooling. He knew something was going to happen, but wasn’t sure what or when, but he wanted it bad. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and change since it looks like you have something planned and I don’t want to be out of place.” He quickly turned and hurried to the bathroom and showered. Once done, he chose a nice charcoal-grey shirt and his best black jeans, forgoing any undergarments. He dressed quickly, making sure to tuck in his shirt and keep his belt straight. After a quick glance in the mirror and brush of his hair to put the stray hairs in place, he went out to the living room.



Rachel was sipping a glass of soda when she saw James step into the room. “Damn babe, I forgot how well you clean up.” She gave him a slow look from head to toe and back, pausing to admire how his jeans were *just* tight enough at the crotch to accent his package. As she looked, she saw a hint of the chain upon which his ‘S’ shield necklace hung beneath his shirt. She smiled, knowing that he was her very own Superman. She rose, leaving her now empty glass on the end table and crossed the room to where her man stood. “Ready for this, babe?” She asked.



James loved the way his sultry vixen of a girlfriend had looked at him. He knew she couldn’t help but look at his groin and how good it looked in these jeans. “Yeah, where are we going?” He was quite curious as to where the night would take them. Allowing Rachel to take the lead, he closed and locked the door behind them. They got into her car and pulled out onto the street. James noted that Rachel still hadn’t said anything about where they were going or what her plans were. He kept an eye on the road, keeping track of street names as they went along, trying to figure out where they could be headed.



Rachel was thoroughly enjoying not telling James where they were headed or any of her plans for the night. She drove around, taking a longer route than necessary to get around. She could tell James was watching what streets they were passing and which ones they were driving down, he always did. Because of him, she could honestly say they’d never gotten lost together. Soon, she knew he’d figure it out. She had to park close to the first place, a nice buffet with Chinese, Japanese, and American foods that they both liked to eat at once in a while. She found an empty spot just a little ways down and maneuvered in. Thankfully, it was after six o’clock and they didn’t have to worry about the meter. Before they got out of the car, Rachel took a strip of silk and tied it across her lover’s eyes, telling him that if he peeks before she says he can take it off, then they will go home and the night will be over.



James was both surprised and turned on when Rachel blindfolded him. He nodded in acceptance of what she said, carefully climbed out and waited for her to guide him from the car. He was pleased that he had managed to teach her how to blindfold someone so well, he couldn’t see through it, nor could he see under it. He was completely blind to his surroundings. Soon, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, and he was being gently pushed forward. He walked uncertainly, not sure where he was being steered. He could smell various scents from different restaurants as he passed them, wondering if he would be turned to one of them. Shortly, he was. There were too many scents to sort out inside so he couldn’t quite figure out where they were as he was guided along and told to sit down.



“Don’t say a word or take that blindfold off, I’ll be right back.” Rachel stood, walking with the hostess and telling her she’d like one glass of coke and a pot of green tea. She went to the buffet, and loaded up a plate with rice, udon noodles and various chicken, sea food and beef dishes before returning to the table. She took out her chopsticks and fed James a piece of spicy beef and told him to guess where they were. “You get three guesses. If you guess right, you get to take off the blindfold. If you guess wrong, you have to keep it on.”



Savoring the morsel, James slowly chewed the meat in his mouth. He could taste pepper, beef, cayenne and a few other spices in there. “Hibachi-San?” he asked after swallowing. That was the wrong answer. Soon, he had another piece of meat in his mouth, this time, chicken. He could taste the sweetness of a Chinese lemon sauce. So far, spicy beef and lemon chicken… “That Chinese place by Radio Shack?” he guessed, unable to remember their name. He was given another bite as well as being told that he was incorrect again. This time, he was sure he tasted crab and bacon. “Where would one get crab wrapped in bacon.” he asked himself, still unable to guess it. James thought hard as he chewed slowly. He just couldn’t figure it out. “Babe, I give up. I have no idea where we are.”



Rachel laughed victoriously. “We’re at the Super Buffet, love. I guess I have to keep feeding you since you can’t take that blind fold off now.” She grabbed her fork and as James opened his mouth to say something, she slid a bunch of rice in before his words could come out. Happily, Rachel continued feeding both of them and helping James find his cup of tea. She was so excited for the next part of their outing that she could feel her thong getting a little damp. She couldn’t stop herself from shuddering in pleasure with some of the thoughts she was having, causing James to ask her if she was okay a couple times. “I’m great, dear, just enjoying making YOU feel helpless for once!”



They both had a laugh at that and finished up their second plate before deciding they were finished and got up to pay the check. Rachel then lead James back to the car and helped him get in. “Do I really have to keep the blindfold on, babe?” he asked. He didn’t want to miss keeping track of where they were going in case Rachel got lost.



“Yes you do. And don’t worry; I know how to get where we’re going with no problem.” She could feel herself getting wetter as her thoughts began to get away from her. She pulled out into traffic and headed south. Her destination was in the next town, but she liked it more than the other store in the area. They had a nicer shop and a better selection of merchandise. Not to mention that the staff was much friendlier.



Rachel pulled into a parking space right in front of the store and killed the engine. After telling James to stay put for a moment, she got out and went around to his open door to help him out and into the store. As they entered, she motioned to the gal behind the counter to stay quiet, and pointed to the blindfold covering her boyfriend’s eyes. The cashier nodded and mouthed that if they needed anything, to just ask. Rachel steered James to the back portion of the store and told him that he could take off the blindfold.



James reached back and untied the knot and slowly brought the silk away from his eyes. He slowly opened them, allowing them to adjust and blinked a few times before looking around. “WHOA!” he exclaimed, “Not quite what I was expecting, ha ha.” The first thing his eyes had landed on upon opening was a strap-on dildo that was as big around as his fist. He looked at Rachel and asked if there was a reason they were there in that particular part of the store.



“Well, you mentioned that you never had a boyfriend with a big enough dick and that none of your girlfriends ever played with your asshole, so I thought maybe we could get something that I could try using on you.” She could feel herself both blushing and starting to leak down the insides of her thighs from the excitement of thinking about fucking James in the ass with a strap-on dildo. “If you want to, that is.”



James looked at the selection and found one that was inexpensive and looked somewhat close to the same size as his own cock. He pointed at it and asked Rachel how she felt about it. He knew it was going to be in his ass, but he wanted her to be comfortable with it too. “It’s just about the same size as me, I think.” he told her, “but if you want to get a bigger one or smaller, we can talk about that too.” He could feel his member starting to swell in his jeans. He pulled down the seven inch dildo with harness and handed it to the one who would be wearing it.



Rachel looked at the wall with all the sex toys and let her eyes linger on a few of the strap-ons before looking at the one James had handed her. “This one is nice,” she reached for another one, a little smaller than the one she was holding and let her hand brush across the bulge in James’ pants. She liked that he felt like he was getting hard. “What do you think about this one?” She asked, holding up the smaller one.



“It’s too thin and only five inches, I don’t think I’ll get much out of that.” He pointed to the one he’d grabbed, “That one looks like a good size to me.” His jeans were getting to be unbearably tight from thinking and talking about this. “Why don’t we get that one?”



Rachel looked at the two in her hands and put the smaller one back. “Okay, if you think this one is good, we’ll get it.” She then grabbed his crotch teasingly and walked away towards the counter. The cashier then rang up their purchase, and asked if they had found everything alright. Rachel said yes and rubbed her lover’s straining jeans while giving the gal a wink. After she paid for the toy, they went out to the car where Rachel again blindfolded James.



“Babe, what gives,” he asked her, “I thought we were going back to my place to test this thing out?” He still held the strap-on in a bag on his lap. She giggled telling him that he’d have to wait a little longer and that she had one more surprise before the went back. He sat in silence thinking about what Rachel could have in mind next as they drove to the next location. After a bit, he felt the car slowing down and heard what sounded like gravel or dirt under the tires. Confused, he strained to hear more as Rachel turned off the engine.



“I know it’s out of the way, but I want to do something before we go back and see how well you like the strap-on.” Rachel got out of the car as James did the same, still blindfolded. She walked around to him and kissed him hard against the passenger door. Her hand slid down his body, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. Soon, his shirt was open and his pants were following suit. Rachel was quite happy to find that he didn’t have anything on under his shirt or jeans and took hold of his hard shaft as it was released from its confines.



James couldn’t help but moan a little as he felt her hand around him. He’d been needing release since she started talking about the strap-on dildos in the store. Sadly, he found he wasn’t getting that release. Instead, Rachel climbed up on top of the roof of the car and took his blindfold off. James was looking straight at the crotch of her thong. “Well, here’s a very pleasant surprise to open my eyes to,” he said as he ran a finger up the inside of each of his lover’s thighs to where they met the material. “Damn babe,” he remarked, “what got you so wet? Your thong is so wet I could squeeze it and make a little puddle1″



“James, dear, if you don’t start licking and fingering my soaking wet pussy, you’re going to be blindfolded, bound and gagged for the whole night after we get back to your house and all you’ll get is to hear me fucking myself with that dildo.” She knew her glare would burn into him with her need and she hoped he would make her cum quick. The only reason she didn’t just go back to his place was because she needed to cum and couldn’t wait any longer. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and pulled it off, lifting her ass enough to let it under her and then tucked it into James’ shirt pocket.



James could smell the scent of pussy coming from the wet thong in his pocket and moved to Rachel. Two of his fingers slid right into her to the knuckle as his tongue began to dance on her clit. He let his other hand reach up to pull the neckline of her top down and under her tits. Alternating between the two, he gave her tits and nipples pinches and twists as he groped them while keeping his other hand busy deep in her cunt and his tongue on her clit. Hearing his lover’s moans drove him to rub her gspot better while his tongue flicked on her clit faster.



Rachel was nearing her first orgasm as she saw headlights round the corner. She couldn’t decide if she should let James continue eating and fingering her or if she should stop him when he stopped and quickly pulled her top back up over her tits. He kept his fingers insider her dripping love hole, however and kept rubbing her gspot as the car drove past. Once the tail lights were gone, she pulled his head back into her crotch and he resumed licking her. She had backed off a bit while the car passed, but James was getting her back up there quickly.



James was conflicted about having stopped to wait for the car to pass. He wanted to make her cum, and they’d talked about fooling around where people could see, but he wasn’t sure if tonight was right for it. He kept attacking her clit with his mouth and her pussy with his fingers as he thought about it. He could hear another vehicle approaching in the distance and debated the option of making her cum as the car passed them, if it went their way. The way she was moaning from his ministrations, it might just be better to get her off before or as the car passed, he decided.



Rachel could hear the car too, and wondered if James would stop this time too. She was close to cumming and at this point didn’t care if someone drove by as her man got her off. She could feel his fingers and tongue slow a little, keeping her right at the edge as the car drew closer. Suddenly, he sucked her clit into his mouth, rubbing and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers went into overdrive in her cunt. Her orgasm crashed over her, bringing out a scream of pleasure as the car slowly passed them. Rachel thought she saw the brake lights come on for a moment, but couldn’t tell and forgot about it as she peaked and started coming down.



James was listening to the car as it came up to them and passed and could tell it had slowed as it passed them. Then, he heard Rachel scream as the walls of her pussy squeezed his fingers with her orgasm. More of her love juices flowed out of her and down his hand and wrist, running down onto the roof of her car and into his goatee. He slowed his fingers and mouth and let her come down easy. He listened to her panting as she caught her breath and then helped her down to the ground. She helped him get himself back into some semblance of order before He offered her the thong in his pocket, which she accepted after he squeezed it out in an attempt to make it a little more wearable before they got back in the car.



They drove to James’ place and barely made it in the door before clothes were coming off. The bag with the strap-on was thrown onto the floor as shoes were kicked off and shirts tossed aside. He grabbed her and pushed her up against a wall which was perpendicular to an open window and kissed her hard. He undid her skirt and shoved it and her thong off while she fumbled with his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans. As soon as his pants were far enough down his legs for his cock to be free, he shoved it into her dripping slot. James was so consumed with his lust that he didn’t even give a thought to the window to his left.



She loved how fiercely James was fucking her and though worried that someone might hear or see them, was excited by the open window next to her. She could feel her pussy getting stuffed full of James’ cock as he held her right leg up. She could see their reflection in the glass and watched his shaft plunge deep into her with each stroke and watched as her juices ran down her leg and dripped from her lover’s balls. Soon, she was cumming again. She moaned his name over and over as her orgasm grew and exploded within her. She pushed James away afterwards and walked to where the bag from the sex shop had landed.



James watched as Rachel figured out how to put on the harness and then helped her get the dildo into it. They walked to the bedroom, him being led by his throbbing member. He was made to get on his hands and knees on the edge of the bed, with his ass in the air. He was thrilled and couldn’t wait to feel the fake dick enter his ass. James didn’t have to wait long.



Rachel stroked lube onto the phallus jutting out from her groin and tried to calm herself down. The idea of fucking her boyfriend in the ass was so exciting and her pussy continued to drip it’s wetness down her legs. She stepped forward and let the tip touch James’ asshole before she rubbed it around a little. “Babe, you’re a little too high for me to reach right, could you lower yourself some?”



James spread his legs a bit, lowering himself so she could reach and causing his ass to be angled to better take the dildo. He felt the tip push against his anus and he relaxed himself. He could tell Rachel was trying to be gentle and not hurt him. “Babe, you can push a little harder,” he told her, “you know how big my vibrator is and I can take that pretty easily.”

I sit at the Blackjack table with a stack of chips in my hand. A half-smoked cigarette in the other. An eight of jacks and a five of clubs. Unlucky thirteen. Of course. Hit and I’m sure to bust. Stay, and the dealer’s certain to kick my ass. He’s showing a king.



I take another drag and smack the table in front of me. My luck is gonna run out at some point.



The dealer flips an 8. Goddamn, I am hot tonight. I take another drag as Antonio, the dealer, congratulates me on another winning hand. The table’s jealous. I’m the only player stockpiling chips. The others have been decimated and now there’s only two left. I, of course, have a serious advantage. I got Charlotte’s luck at my fingertips. Let me explain.







We’d been in and out of the casinos all day. A little bit up, a little bit down. Pretty typical. By dinnertime, I was up just enough to get us both a decent steak. By the time we were back in the room, Charlotte was talking about calling it a night. It was only seven.



Instead of being disappointed, I was actually relieved. The three orgasms I’ve had in the past twenty-four hours had completely drained me. I hadn’t thought about sex all day. Not since that morning anyway.



“Come tuck me in and then you can go back down.”



“I can stay with you.”



“No, it’s ok. I want you to go have fun. You’ve worn me out today. But I don’t want you downstairs too long.”



“Ok baby.”



“I want to be with you.”



“I can stay.”



“No. I want you to go.”



“Do you want to come with me?”



“Mmm. I already did that. Many times.”



“Ok.



“Put your finger in me.”



I oblige. I’m not horny, but her insistence surprises me enough that I comply without question. It takes a minute before I feel her lips moisten. When they do, I find the entrance and insert the middle finger of my right hand inside of her. The passage is so slick. So soft. A few seconds later she says,



“Two baby. I want two fingers.”



Again I oblige her. She still has that dreamy look on her face but across her lips, I see a smile forming just around the edges. Her breathing is heavy but she doesn’t grind against me as she usually does. I can tell she’s thinking about something else. I lean down to kiss her and ask,



“Do you want me to stay?”



“Oh no baby. I’m too tired. I just need you to do one more thing.”



Before I can answer her, she pulls my fingers from her pussy and, still holding my wrist, she turns over on her stomach.



“Other hand.”



“What? What do you need baby?”



“Give me your other hand.”



She takes my left hand and places it on her ass. “Come over here.”



I crawl over her to the other side. Her face is next to mine and she gives me a quick kiss. Quick enough to know she’s not looking for sex. But I really have no idea what she wants. A second later, she’s guiding my left middle finger along the ridge of her ass. The sudden touch of it reminds me of our morning wake-up call. I smile and kiss her back harder. My finger pushes deeper into that valley, taking the smooth satin of her panties with it. She ends the kiss by moving her head back and opens her eyes.



“Go under.”



I gladly comply. I begin to feel the soft stirrings in my own cock although I think it’s more of a groan. Not ready for another all-out lust fest. Even still, my hands slips under her panties and it doesn’t take my finger two seconds to find what I’m looking for.



“Wait.”



She guides my hand out of the back of her panties and towards her mouth. She takes one, and then two fingers inside, sucking gently. When she’s done, she dribbles saliva on them.



“Now do it.”



I bring my hand back down immediately. With the natural lube I start pushing my middle against her rim. It opens immediately.



“Do both at the same time.”



I line my middle and index finger up against her hole. It takes very little pressure for both of them to slide.



“Mmmmm,” she moans. It’s deep and guttural. “All the way.”



I put a little more pressure on and before long, I’m past both knuckles.



“Ohhh…I love you inside of me.” She says this breathlessly. Almost wistfully. As if she can’t have what was already hers. “Okay baby. Now you can go.”



“Wait.. I don’t have to go. I can make you cum, baby.”



“No. I want you to go. You’ve already done what I want.”



I don’t understand what’s happening, but already I can feel her wiggle herself to lose my fingers. I pull them out and look at her questioningly. Before she responds, she pulls me in for a long, deep kiss.



“Stay as long as you want,” she says. “I’m so tired.”



“Umm… okay baby. If you’re sure.” I don’t argue with her. Truth is, I’m kind of relieved she didn’t expect me to fuck her again.



“Baby?” She says this as I get up to leave. I turn and look back just as she says, “Don’t wash your hands.”







So when I say I have Charlotte’s luck at my fingertips, I’m not joking. I smoke at the tables and each time I take a drag, I feel like I’m smoking her ass. Tonight, I find myself chain smoking, my cigarette hand never far from my face. I take every opportunity to smell her pussy as well. A drink takes longer than usual.



I put down another bet. Antonio deals a queen on the first card and as he passes to the rest of the table, I prop my arm on the table resting my face on my hand. The index finger straddles the space between my lips and nostril. From far away, it looks as if I’m concentrating on the game. What I’m really concentrating on is the way Charlotte demand that not just one, but two fingers be inserted into her.



She undoubtedly knows these are the fingers I use to smoke. She also had to know my fingers weren’t going to come out smelling like roses. Now I understand what she means when she said she wanted to be with me. I’ve had that anal scent with me all night.



“Do you want another card?”



What? What was he saying. Oh right. “Yea, go ahead and hit.” I have no idea what I’m even doing at this point. Antonio turns up a three and says,



“Nice hit.”



The guy next to me slaps me on the back and says, “Jesus, that was lucky.” I look down to see Antonio add a black chip to my own. It’s then that I realize that not only did I place a $100 bet on one hand but I asked for a card on 18. Christ, I really couldn’t lose. There’s a part of me that wants to lose. That wants to burn my money so I have an excuse to go back up to the room.



I’ve had so much sex in the past 24 hours that I’m wondering whether my cock will even work. But each time I place my finger under my nose, I can feel a low stirring deep in the pit of my stomach. Part of me hopes that Charlotte has gotten up and showered. Freshened herself up to come down to the tables.



But there’s that other part of me that keeps putting my fingers up to my face and complaining that the smell is fading. That I need to go back for more. It wonders what it’d be like to get in that huge bed and use Charlotte’s big ass as a pillow. What would it be like to sleep with my nose jammed into the crack of her ass.



Was it possible that it could be dirtier than last night? Did I even want it to be? One whiff from my fingers and I think I already know the answer to that. And I wonder, if I sneak into bed and pull down the panties she’s been wearing all day…



“Blackjack!”



Another slap on my back, another round of congratulations. I had let the winnings from my last bet ride so the dealer puts down three more black chips next to my $200 dollar bet. In two hands I’ve just earned four hundred dollars. I now have over a thousand dollars in chips and I decide it’s a good time to go find out about those panties. The moment for stalling was done. The idea that I’ve had enough sex now gone from my mind. Part of it is the excitement of the winning streak. Part of it is the intoxicating smell of my fingers.



If this morning proved anything, it proved that after seven years, Charlotte’s ass still has sway over me. That Charlotte’s dark and earthy aroma is a pure aphrodisiac. That the only thing better than the way she smelled, was the way she tasted. An image from this morning flashes in my mind. The act of slowly pulling out of her ass. Watching the dark hole close ever so slowly with the absence my cock. Watching a tiny bead of love juice drip from that hole. Tasting it. Knowing that the drop has just come from her ass. And not caring. Loving it in fact. Loving her.



I tip Antonio a green chip and get the hell out of there.



I slip into a darkened room. The only light comes from the sodium arcs outside coming through the windows. It casts a strange orange glow over everything. Having spent the past four hours in a jangle of bells, flashing lights, and spinning wheels, the calm of the room is a welcome change.



I set about emptying my pockets, locking the deadbolt and getting ready for bed. I usually sleep in boxers, but tonight, I take those off too. I sit on the couch completely naked with a view towards the bed. I light a cigarette and when I reach for the ashtray I find a bundle of silk lace instead. Just the feel of them on my fingertips makes my heart skip a beat. I set them on my lap and relax, my head lolled all the way back so I’m staring at the ceiling. I delay the instant gratification of my prize and try to enjoy the night’s last cigarette.



After two drags, the weight of the fabric becomes very noticeable on my naked body. I keep my head face up, staring at the ceiling. I fight the curiosity. I tell myself to finish my cigarette. Don’t get distracted. But even in the dark, I can tell it’s a pair I hadn’t seen before. Light cream-colored lace. Charlotte never wears light colored panties. Were they a thong? Or did it have a wider seat? Was the lace only in the front? Were they a cream, or were they actually white?



I don’t spend that much time thinking about what I’m going to wear in the morning much less what someone else has on. But now, in the quiet of night, the only thing on my mind is what the fabric laying on my thigh looks like. What it might feel like against my face.



When I can resist no longer, I close my eyes and scoop the panties into my hands and bring them directly to my face. The first thing I notice is they smell very strongly of ESCAPE. My favorite perfume. Clearly Charlotte’s sprayed them with it. The floral scent is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Before last night, this was the smell I mostly closely associated with Charlotte. She is full of surprises.



As I breathe in the perfume, a rush of good memories flash into my mind. Just glimpses of random events over the past seven years. Being on top of a mountain together, kissing at sunset on a Scotland beach, standing atop the Eiffel tower. The perfume acts like a photo-album, fast forwarding through some of our most pleasant memories. The first time we met, our first smoke together. Our first kiss together. This morning’s anal…



Wait. This morning? I pull the panties away from my face and open my eyes. They’ve completely adjusted to the dimmed room and now it seems too bright. The sodium lights seem to illuminate every corner of the room. Even her panties are a shade too bright. Almost white. As I inspect them more closely, I see that they are white. A pure shade of white lace. The lace so bare you can practically see through the front. The back is a single string meant to straddle her huge cheeks. It’s this part that I’ve come to. The part that suddenly reminds me of this morning. It’s infused with the perfume but somewhere underneath that layer, I get an earthy natural scent. Something, not unlike my experience this morning. Only now, the two flavors have melded together.



As I play with the material, opening it, closing it, stretching out the fabric; I can’t get over the fact that she’s been wearing white panties. When I look inside, my heart skips a beat and my cock practically jumps out of my lap. They’re not all white. Not anymore.



Oh my god.



In my excitement I fumble the panties with my trembling hands and sure enough, it lands right between my legs. My hard cock jabs through one of the leg holes and I can’t help but do what feels natural. With the lace wrapped around my cock, I begin jerking myself off. The texture feels surprisingly rough around the shaft of my hard-on but it doesn’t feel unpleasant. Alternating scents waft to my nose. Sometimes I smell Escape, and sometimes I smell Charlotte. Either way, it excites me.



As I get more turned on, I take the white panties from around my cock. It’s only a matter of time before it’s pushed tight against my nose. Despite the perfume, there is no doubt what I’m smelling. I actually giggle a bit at the absurdity of what a dirty pair of panties is doing to me. How it’s making my mouth water.



By the time I have to slow myself down, the string is fully inside my mouth. I’m actually sucking on it. Smacking my lips to get more juices into the material so I can suck it out. I know what I’m doing. I know what taste I’m looking for, and I don’t care. I simply cannot get the images from this morning out of my head.



Hell, forget about the images, I can’t get the smell out of my head. And Charlotte hasn’t made it easy. The fact that I’ve had to walk around all night with my fingers smelling like ass is enough to make me want to go wake up Charlotte.



She is laying on her side of the bed, facing out. I stand over her, and realize I’ve been rubbing those panties into my cock. That my cock is going to smell just like her. Feeling evil, I gently place my hand on her face but before I even do, her eyes open.



“It’s about time baby. I thought you were gonna cum without me.”



I look down at her, shocked. I don’t have a response and she continues,



“I know what you do with a dirty pair of panties.”



With that, she reaches out grabs my cock. Charlotte puts it against her but not into her mouth. It’s as if she’s trying to…Is she trying to smell it? She kisses it up and along the shaft. First the one side and down the other. When she finally makes her way back to the tip, she says,



“Your cock smells like me.”



With that, she takes the entire length of it into her mouth and down her throat. When it comes out, it’s covered in wetness. Long white bubbly lines hang from her mouth and extend to my cock. There’s drool running down her chin. She says,



“Your cock tastes like me.”



I immediately bend down and kiss her. The kiss only lasts for a few seconds before she goes for my cock and I’m forced to stand as she takes me back in her mouth. She grabs at the panties still in my hand and says,



“That’s mine.”



I surrender them to her and Charlotte hangs them on my cock.



“Show me.”



I start jerking myself off not two inches in front of her face. Once again, the fabric is wrapped around my cock. The rough texture no longer bothers me. What does bother me is how unbelievably sore I am. It’s safe to say, it hasn’t ever been used this much in a 24-hour period. And knowing Charlotte, she’s expecting to use it quite a bit more.



Her face moves closer to my cock and she graciously opens her mouth to allow me to jerk off against her tongue. The dark parts of the fabric keep bumping up against her nose and each time it does, she takes a deep inhale. She’s starting to like this way too much.



When my hand gets tired, Charlotte takes over with her mouth again. This time, she not only takes the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, she does it with panties and all. When she finally releases me, I feel the weight of the wet fabric around my cock, soaked in the juices of her saliva. My juices as well.



I kneel down to kiss her and as I do, I can’t help but notice the strong smell of her face. Of having the dirty parts of her panties rubbed up against her cheeks and nose. I put the panties between our faces and we kiss the dirty lace together.



Charlotte makes the first move to part our lips. As she does, I immediately move to get under the sheets and on top of her. She places a hand on my chest and firmly says,



“No.”



“Baby, I need to get inside you.”



“No. What you need is more of my ass.”



I sigh. When Charlotte gets like this, when she has a firm idea in her head, she’s not going to back down. She turns herself over, facing the inside of the bed. I flip up the comforter and see her in a pair of boxer briefs. They hug her curves and I immediately put my face against it. The boxers are so tight on her ass, they leave no room for the imagination. They don’t even give when I try to push them against the seam. I put my hands on the waist of the boxers and try to pull them down. Charlotte says,



“No.”



“But baby, I want to taste more of your ass.”



“Then suck it off my dick.”



It isn’t until Charlotte turns back over that I understand her meaning. And the boxers. They’re designed to look like underwear only there’s a specially designed o-ring built into the crotch of the boxers. It acts as the harness for the dildo she now has pointed directly at my face.



“Oh my god.” I say, not having really any other response that would make sense in that context.



“You wanted ass? I just took this cock out of my ass baby. “



“Oh my g-.”



But before I even get the words out, Charlotte’s ramming it against my lips. The smell is back. That dirty, dirty, ass smell engulfs my senses again. I grab its shaft and realize it’s wedged tight inside of her boxers. I don’t even process the implications of that before Charlotte is nudging it against my lips again. I mimic Charlotte’s actions by kissing it up and down the shaft. Taking in deep breaths as I move along the dildo. It smells incredibly intoxicating. Hypnotic. I’m vaguely aware of Charlotte getting on her knees in bed.



“I want to watch you suck it.”



I don’t comply. Instead, I continue to give it soft small kisses while breathing that air.



“Come on baby. Suck my dick. It’s dirty the way you like it.”



I take another deep breath and in that instant, I get the image of her lace panties. A brilliant shade of ivory. Except for the parts that weren’t. It occurs to me that she must have worn them after she played with this in her ass. They were so dirty…so -



The thought drives me to open my mouth. I feel her hands on the back of my head as she pistons her hips forward. Wrapping my lips around the shaft, I let her slide in and out of my mouth.



“You like it? You like the taste of my ass?”



She knows I’m loving it. She knows I wouldn’t be sucking on a dildo if it weren’t for the taste of her ass. That smell that I thought was so bad last night, back when I thought the nastiest thing I had ever done was to yank a glass buttplug out of her with my teeth; that smell is now an instant aphrodisiac. I nod my head yes with the dildo still in my mouth.



“Mmmm baby, that’s a good boy. Look up at me,” she commands.



I do it and am immediately rewarded with a fat wad of spit that lands just at the base of her dildo.



“Lick that up!”



I could take the tip out of my mouth and get at it from the side. But that just wouldn’t be as fun. So instead, I gag myself by taking the entire dildo into my mouth…all the way to that back of my throat. I make a slurping sound as my lips reach their goal and I begin sucking her.



“Oh wow…you are a slut. Look at you.”



She rains more spit down on me and now I don’t even look up. She’s giving me a constant stream for me to swallow. It’s warm and slick and tastes so good coming from her mouth.



“Oh my God baby. Is there anything you won’t do?”



I shake my head no. The cock still clamped tight between my lips.



“Fuck baby. I can’t wait anymore. You need to come over here.”



Charlotte points at the head of the bed and I dutifully crawl over. When my ass doesn’t stick up high enough she slaps it and demands I bring it up higher. She slaps it again even after I do. They’re not love taps. She’s slapping me the way you’d slap a stallion to get it going. Before too long, I start hearing a wet slurping sound as I feel her tongue digging into my ass.

Heading down the stairs for the drinks Sammi thought she would have a snoop around; walking into the lounge she noticed that one of the cupboard doors on the dresser was open and she just had to take a look inside, slowly pulling it open so she could see what was in it; she looked in wonderment at all the different gadgets that the girls kept in there; whips, chains, different size dildos and vibrators, butt plugs, blindfolds, handcuffs, tubs of lubricant; she thought that the only ones they had were the ones in the bedroom, how wrong could she have been, but what fun they could all have!!



Sammi left the door as it was and went through to the dining room where she noticed that there was an extra door that was locked; she decided that for now that was enough snooping and went to get the drinks…



Meanwhile back in the bedroom Danni and Lorna continued to play; Lorna had Danni’s legs up in the air and was fucking her dripping love box hard with the eight inch strap-on dildo…



“AHHH YES…YES…FUCK ME HARDER…PLEASE…PLEASE,” she screamed euphorically; droplets of sweat trickling down her beautiful face, Lorna looked on amorously as her lover orgasmed over and over…



Danni trying to kick her legs like a mule; Lorna teasing her with the tip of the silicone cock…



“NO NO…PLEASE FUCK ME…” she begged, her head swishing from side to side, her fingers clawing at the bed clothes…



Lorna thrust harder making Danni wail with wanton desire for more; she did as her lover wanted and pushed the dildo deeper inside her juicy pussy making her squeal…



“YES…YES…YES…DON’T STOP…PLEASE DON’T STOP…” she squealed.



Sammi walked into the bedroom her hands full with the drink bottle and tumblers…she put them down on the dresser and decided to join her new friends; kissing Danni full on the lips before licking and flicking her hard nipples, taking them between her teeth and gently nibbling; Danni could feel the orgasm raging through her body, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach, her senses on fire and the flow of climatic energy too much to take she had to let go; the juices flowed from her like a broken dam…



“Fuck that was amazing,” Danni smiled, lying there motionless, spent of all energy.



“You’re learning fast Sammi.” Lorna told her new friend.



“I have good teachers; when can we use the stuff that’s in your dresser downstairs!” Sammi said excitedly.



Both Danni and Lorna couldn’t believe that she had been nosing around when she was downstairs, but it was Danni’s reaction that would be Sammi’s downfall…



“You know what happens to naughty girls don’t you?” Danni said menacingly.



“No I don’t…why not tell me?” Sammi answered quite nervously.



“We get to do whatever we want to them…whenever we want to!” was the reply from Lorna.



“Well have I been a naughty girl?”



“Well you did snoop around without asking…so yes you have…now are you willing to pay your forfeit?” Danni asked.



“Yes, but please be kind to me,” Sammi replied smiling sweetly.



The two lovers looked at each other and couldn’t quite believe that Sammi was willing to let them do whatever they wanted to her, but couldn’t wait to get her in to their very own locked room; but for now they would have a drink and get some sleep, making sure that Sammi stayed in the middle of them all night…



“Come let’s have a drink and then get some rest; they’ll be plenty of time to play tomorrow,” Danni said beckoning Sammi to sit next to her.



“Erm that sounds fantastic; I can’t wait,” the wanton blonde smiled…



Sitting on the bed drinking the bourbon poured by Lorna, Sammi began to wonder what she was letting herself in for, but she trusted her friends and knew they wouldn’t push her too far…well not the first time anyway!!



“You okay?” Lorna asked Sammi.



“Yeah I’m fine, just a little tired,” she answered.



“Come lay next to me you poor thing; have we worn you out?” Danni told her sarcastically.



Getting into the bed she was lying to face Danni; behind her she could feel that Lorna had lifted the bed covers to get in behind her; Danni softly began to caress Sammi’s tits, kissing and nibbling her hard nipples; Lorna started to squeeze her new friends ass cheeks with one hand and with the other she had once again found Sammi’s erect love bud…



“I thought you were tired?” Lorna said to Sammi.



“I am…please let me sleep…”



“We will I promise, but first we are going to play again…aren’t we Danni?” Lorna told her quite abruptly.



“Oh yes…just a few more times!” Danni said laughing, before kissing Sammi full on and probing deep into her mouth with her tongue.



Lorna continued to tease at Sammi’s bud with her fingers, slowly at first and then quicker; making her groan and mewl, before she pulled them away altogether not allowing her new friend to climax; Danni kissed and licked her way down Sammi’s toned body, reaching her love box and meeting Lorna’s fingers…



“I’ll let you lick her sweet juices now; I have a new toy to play with!” Lorna said menacingly.



Making Sammi pout her ass and lift one leg in the air both lovers could now work on teasing there defenceless friend; Danni licked and sucked at her bud while Lorna began to probe Sammi’s pussy first with two fingers and continued until she fit four comfortably up her soaking wet pussy juices seeping out, over her fingers and trickled down the crack towards Sammi’s arsehole; pulling out her fingers she traced one of the trickles and slowly began to stroke at the puckered bud, Lorna softly massaged Sammi’s sweet juice into her tight butt hole; her breathing was raged, her groans grew louder more frenzied, she started to pant as the orgasm ripped through her, every vein feeling like it was on fire as she released the torrent of sweet tasting juices, her body bucked before going limp almost lifeless…



“Oh fuck…you two are brilliant,” Sammi whispered after getting her breath back.



The three friends got back under the bed clothes and slept until the morning…



Lorna woke quite early well for her anyway; she decided to leave her two friends in bed and headed for the shower; the water felt luxurious cascading down her body, over her pert nipples; she began to recall the fun of the night before and found herself very excited about the more than willing ‘slave’ that Danni and herself had found in Sammi, she wondered just how far they could push her; her bean was hard and was waiting to be flicked; she reached for the dildo kept in the bathroom glided it into her wetting pussy and rubbed at her bud until she felt her body start to tingle, she knew her orgasm was about to envelope her self being and stopped; wanting to climax but was trying to train her mind to wait she kept herself on the edge…



Walking down the stairs she could hear shouting coming from outside by the road, she looked out of the window that was half way down the stairs and couldn’t believe what she was witnessing; Phil the sleaze was having an argument with the tart’s husband…



“Keep your fucking hands off my wife!” the angry husband shouted throwing in a punch for good measure…



Lorna thought it was great fun and was silently cheering for the husband…poor bastard having to put up with a slut like her for a wife…she wasn’t even that pretty Lorna thought…



“Oh fuck off…if you fucked her a few more times then she wouldn’t go elsewhere for it,” Phil shouted angrily.



“You cheeky bastard…” his burly opponent replied, before once more throwing a punch that landed its mark square on the chin, sending Phil flying backwards onto the pavement…



Lorna couldn’t stop laughing, she even re-enacted it punching the air and thinking ‘take that sleaze bag’; she continued down the stairs, reaching the kitchen she switched on the kettle as Danni will want tea to drink and made a fresh pot of coffee; then started breakfast fresh ham and cheese croissants followed by fresh fruit with natural yoghurt…



The doorbell rang Lorna wanted to ignore it, but decided to answer the door; opening the door she wasn’t shocked to see that the person standing there was ‘Phil the sleaze bag’; she didn’t invite him in, instead she went and stood on the porch and pulled the door shut behind her…



“What do you want?” Lorna scoffed.



“Is Sammi here?” he asked.



“Yes why…”



“Well where the fuck is she…I need her to come take care of my face,” he spat.



“She is sleeping we all had a late night, so I’m not prepared to wake her, why don’t you ask the tart you were with last night to patch you up, or better still do it you’re fucking self you lazy cunt!” Lorna said with pure venom.



“Go and fucking wake her now.”



“No now fuck off, unlike Sammi I’m not afraid of you,” she answered between gritted teeth.



“You fucking bitch…” he shouted whilst walking off down the driveway.



Going back into the house she heard that Danni and Sammi were awake; well that or they have ghosts she thought laughing at her own jokes; the lustful groans from upstairs sounded wonderful; going once more into the kitchen she finished making the breakfast and shouted up to the girls…



“Girlies breakfast is ready.”



Hearing no reply she started to walk up the stairs; looking out of the window on her way where she saw the sleaz getting trounced by another neighbour she smiled and thought good he deserved it; not having to go any further as she then heard laughter coming from the landing…



“Come on you two, breakfast is ready.”



“Well amongst other things we’ve just seen a very funny thing happening outside,” Sammi said trying to hold back her laughter.



“What was that then?”



“We saw Terry over the way giving Phil a smack on the chin!” Sammi said through her laughter.



“Yeah I saw that too…I thought you would be concerned.” Lorna replied.



“No not at all…it’s not the first time it’s happened…stupid man…he’ll go away for a few days now to sulk and no doubt bed some other poor bitch.” Sammi smiled.



“So what are you planning on doing then Sammi?”



“Well I’m planning on staying with you two…if that’s okay…I have a forfeit to pay…remember!”



“It’s fine with me.” Danni said lustfully.



“Erm me too…you naughty girl Sammi,” Lorna told her.



The three of them sat down and had the breakfast that Lorna had prepared; chatting as if nothing had happened by the roadside; the focus was now on Sammi who had agreed as part of her forfeit amongst other things to get one of her friends to come around at a later date, but only when she was sure that they would be a willing participant in their type of fun and games; also to be a sex slave to both Lorna and Danni; she couldn’t wait to get started but first there were the mundane things to do around the house, the lovers reassured her that the games would start soon very soon…



They finished breakfast and started to do the household tasks; Sammi helped and then went back to her house to make sure it was all locked up properly and to tell the housecleaner to take a few days off; whilst she was away Danni and Lorna readied the locked room; they were excited as it was the first time they had used it with another woman…



“Oh I hope she likes it…” Danni said.



“I’m sure she will if last night is anything to go by!” Lorna replied smiling.



“You okay with this darling?” Danni asked her lover.



“Yes it will be fun as long as you’re happy…then I am,” she replied.



“Right let’s get this room prepared…she’s one lucky bitch,” Danni laughed to Lorna.



Entering the room there was definitely an aroma of soft new leather; Danni switched on the light and the red and black wallpaper looked so sexy; as did the red leather futon with matching chair and stool; the soft furnishing equally as stunning; the few pictures that hung on the walls were of ladies at play in different eras; all adding to the sexual ambience…



Lorna went to get some of the toys from the dresser in the lounge, plus other things; they had decided to start the fun at around four in the afternoon that would give them enough time to go to the pub for some lunch and get back in enough time…



The doorbell rang so Danni went to answer the door…



“Lorna quickly come and help?” she shouted.



Running to help not really knowing what had happened; she reached the hallway and found Danni helping Sammi through the door…



“What the hell has happened?” she said, noticing that Sammi had a bloodied nose and cut lip.



“That sleazy bastard has obviously hit her…” Danni answered; doing her best to calm her new friend from crying; trying to get the reason behind her injuries out of her…



Lorna went to the kitchen to get the first aid box and a tumbler of brandy for Sammi, just to calm her nerves; taking a gulp it seemed to calm Sammi a little well enough so she could tell her friends what happened before she began she took another drink from the tumbler…



“You are right Danni that fucking bastard did hit me, but only after I told him that I’d had enough and made him pack his bags; well what was left of his things after I’d cut the most of them up; we started to argue and he actually blamed me for his misdemeanours; saying that if I paid him more attention last night he wouldn’t have gone with that slut; I told him to fuck off and asked him about all the other times, he didn’t really know what to say so he hit out at me; he’s gone to his mothers now and I’ve got the keys to the car and house; first thing Monday morning I will file for divorce,” she sniffled whilst finishing her drink.



Lorna and Danni listened intently to their friend giving her reasons for being in such a mess; they reassured her that she could stay as long as she liked and that when she wanted to return home they would accompany her to make sure he wasn’t there…



“Now let’s get you cleaned up?” Lorna said holding out a cotton wool pad soaked in water.



“Thanks girls.” Sammi said smiling.



“Yes we have a lunch date at The Bear and Pole pub in the next village!” said Danni.



Cleaning her face up Lorna realised that Sammi needed to be loved and not used, but it would be her choice and not theirs…



Tastefully dressed they headed to the pub; studying the menu they all decided what they were having; Lorna made a mental note of the table number and her friends requests for food, drinks etc. and went to the bar to order…



“Hi, what can I get for you?” the bargirl asked.



Taking a look at the young girl Lorna smiled and thought to herself, ‘good god you’re beautiful’; she had eyes like dazzling emeralds a voluptuous figure and her face was angelic with flawless skin all dressed with her immaculate red hair cut very short; snapping herself out of the gaze Lorna answered…



“Sorry I’d like two rumps steaks cooked medium with the boiled rice, French fries and the peppercorn sauce…one tuna steak with French fries and a dressed salad…”



“Would you like any drinks?”



“Oh yes…we’d like a chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio with three glasses and a bucket of ice.” Lorna replied with a smile.



“Your table number please?” the little red head asked.



“Number seven, just over there; if you wait on us there will be a huge tip for you?” Lorna smiled.



“I’ll do my best, if you’d like to take a seat at your table I’ll gladly bring your drinks over,” the young girl replied smiling.



Walking back to the table Lorna remembered she had seen the young bargirl somewhere before but couldn’t think where from; reaching the table her friends were chatting away Sammi being her ditzy self and Danni smiling from ear to ear and rolling her eyes at what she’d just heard…



“What’s the joke can I join in?” Lorna asked.



“It wasn’t meant to be a joke, I just said…” Sammi started to explain but got cut mid sentence by Danni…



“No need to explain…I understand,” Lorna said smiling coyly at her two friends.



“I think our drinks are about to arrive,” Danni announced, as the young girl delivered the drinks to the table.



“Hi Abby, I didn’t know you worked here chick.” Sammi said smiling at the young red head.



“Hi Sammi, yeah I work here when I’m not at Uni it gives me some money in my pocket; would you like me to put this in the middle of your table?” Abby answered.



“Yes please that would be lovely.” Danni smiled.



“Thank you and if I can get you anything, please ask?” Abby smiled as she walked away.



“How do you know Abby then Sammi?” Lorna asked with intrigue.



“She lives in our close, over the road a few doors down from the neighbourhood bike,” she answered.



Drinking the wine the three friends chatted away whilst waiting for their meal; Sammi filled them in on Abby’s background, everything from her parents right down to her little misdemeanour when Sammi first moved to the neighbourhood about five years ago; this in particular Lorna found very interesting…



“So she used to watch you getting in and out of the hot-tub,” Danni said.



“Yes she did. She must have been about fifteen or sixteen,” Sammi answered.



Seeing her walking to the table with their food the three friends changed the subject of conversation and smiled politely; leaving Lorna having to guess if anything else had happened; whilst the girl was placing the food on the table Lorna gave her a gentle squeeze on her thigh just under her ass cheek, the girl looked at her and winked…



“Enjoy your meals ladies,” she smiled cheekily…



Finishing their meals and the wine Abby came over to collect the plates…



“Can I get you any desserts ladies?” she asked.



“We’ll have a look at the menu and I’ll come down to order,” Lorna replied.



While they perused the long list of desserts Danni went to the bar to order more wine, on her return she had a gleeful look in her eye…



“You’ll never guess what my friends,” she said smiling.



“What what?” Both Lorna and Sammi said in unison.



“That young girl fancies you Lorna; I swear she asked me that many questions I couldn’t answer quickly enough!” Danni exclaimed.



“Piss off Danni.” Lorna scoffed.



“Okay don’t believe me, but its true my dearest friend.”



“It probably is true, I never got round to telling you everything earlier, but without going into too much detail, she told me that she is like minded to us.” Sammi told them in a very matter of fact way.



“Well come on tell me what dessert you want? I think mine might work behind the bar,” Lorna laughed.



“You will have to share her with us?” Danni told her lover.



“Erm a sharing dessert. That sounds like fun!” Sammi smiled.



Danni and Sammi smiled as their friend went to the bar to try and get the young girl to join in their fun and games; reaching the bar Lorna waited for Abby to finish serving some other customers; so while she waited she studied her further Abby was about five feet six inches tall, a size sixteen at a guess with a lovely chunky ass and her tits heaved over the top of her blouse in a tasteful way not a slutty one, Abby was smartly dressed in her uniform of black pencil skirt and a white blouse they both hugged her figure beautifully and black leather ballet shoes. Having finished serving her previous customers Abby’s attention turned to Lorna; she smiled lustfully and asked…



“Hello again, what can I do for you?”



“Erm…well for starters I’ll have three fruit sundaes and for dessert…I think I’ll have you, that’s if you’re on the menu? Lorna asked smiling wantonly.



“Let me put the sundae order through and I’ll give you my details,” Abby replied smiling.



Lorna couldn’t believe what she had just heard, the young girl wanted her, but will she want the others to join in…



“Right I’m back…here’s my mobile number…I finish at five and will be available at around six thirty…please ring me.” Abby said almost begging.



Lorna walked back to where her friends sat with a stunned look on her face; after telling Danni and Sammi what happened at the bar the three friends giggled; they ate their sundaes, polished off the wine and headed back home with the knowledge that the night would be a little different than they had imagined…

Author’s Note:



This story is based on Chuck and is a sequel to Before Chuck and Practice.




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Sarah Walker had it all. An exciting job she excelled at, so much so that her name was becoming infamous within the spy world along with that of her associates John Casey and Chuck Bartowski and yet thanks to some strategic hacking and the fact that most of their targets either ended up dead or imprisoned meant they could still get away with undercover work for the most part. In Chuck she had found a man she could imagine herself living with the rest of her life. He was perfect for her. Everything she wanted in a man. And his sister was everything she wanted in a woman.



Yes, Sarah knew what she was doing was morally wrong and could potentially destroy the life she had built for herself but in her line of work she could die at almost any moment and the truth was together the Bartowski siblings fulfilled every one of her bisexual desires. Well, almost.



That’s the thing about having it all, you always want more. Or at least Sarah did. Which perhaps proved that as much as she had she didn’t quite have it all, and as much as Sarah hated to admit there was something missing. Something else she wanted. Something else she needed. Something else she craved.



She had been living in blissful happiness for months with the perfect man and the perfect bitch at her beck and call, and even before that the happiness she had known by just Chuck had been enough to keep that with the craving at bay but Sarah couldn’t take it anymore. She had to give in. She had to call… her.



So after staring at a certain name on her phone for what felt like an eternity Sarah hit the call button and listened to it ring with bated breath. She wasn’t waiting long.



“Walker, I’m impressed. I never thought you’d be able to hold out this long.” Carina grinned, and then when there was no reply adding in a concerned tone, “Sarah?”



It was easy to forget that Carina truly cared for her given most of their interactions but with that one word the redhead made it clear that if Sarah was killed Carina would wipe out entire criminal organisations just to avenge her. Not that Carina would ever admit that but Sarah could think of dozens of little reactions which told her all she needed to know, this one included. It actually made her smile briefly, then she went back to forcing herself to say the words she really, really didn’t want to have to say.



“You… you were right.” Sarah finally forced out, the words feeling like acid was on her tongue.



Sarah swore she could hear Carina smirking, “About what?”



After a brief hesitation Sarah swallowed softly and said, “I… I need you.”



“Be more specific.” Carina demanded, then when a response wasn’t immediately forthcoming added, “Come on Walker, don’t act like you don’t know how this works. I already know what a nasty little slut you really are, but I want you to tell me. I want you to tell me what you need. What you crave. What you want above all else. What you can’t live without.”



Again Sarah hesitated, softly swallowed and then slowly and calmly forced herself to tell Carina what she wanted to hear, “I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me like a nasty little slut. I need you to spank me, lick me and fuck me like the dirty whore I am. Please let me eat your pussy. I crave your delicious pussy. And your ass. I want to eat your ass too. I crave the taste of your holes, and I crave you fucking mine. Please take my slutty pussy and especially my whore ass. That’s what I want above all else. I can’t live without you fucking my ass. No one fucks me like you do, because no one else gets to fuck my ass. That’s your fuck hole and I want you to fuck it. I need you to fuck it. I crave you to fuck it. Fuck my ass and remind me I’m your bitch. Please Mistress, fuck your bitch.”



The line went dead and Sarah calmly put the phone down. It was done. Carina might wait days, weeks or even a month but she would come like the near unstoppable force she was. Her mistress would come, and when she did Sarah would know the joy of submission again.



Briefly Sarah considered finding Chuck or Ellie and fucking one or both into unconsciousness but that wouldn’t have given her what she was craving. Masturbation would be equally as unsatisfying so Sarah chose to hit the nearest gym to work out her frustrations, cursing that there wasn’t thoroughly a mission to take her mind off these things. When she returned to her hotel room, which she was staying at for now to get some alone time, she found she wasn’t alone.



Sitting in a chair directly facing the door was her mistress, casually sipping a glass of wine and smirking Sarah. The two spies stared at each other for a few seconds and then Carina ordered, “Close the door and crawl over to me.”



Quickly closing the door behind her Sarah got onto her hands and knees and crawled over to her rival/friend. When she reached her destination Sarah lifted herself up onto her knees, lowered her head so she was looking at Carina’s feet and then waited for further instruction, just like she had been taught.



A couple of long minutes past, Carina casually sipping her wine while admiring her pet submission before finally murmuring, “Lucky for you I was in the area. I was about to leave before you called. After all you said you didn’t want me dropping in on you anymore.”



Ignoring the rather hurt and angry tone at the end Sarah simply agreed, “Very lucky Mistress.”



More silence, Carina almost finishing her wine before she finally added, “During our little chat you only refered to me by my proper title once. Why is that?”



Not even trying to hide the smile on her face Sarah replied, “I wanted to piss you off Mistress.”



“And why would you do such a thing?” Carina scowled.



“Because I wanted you to punish me Mistress.” Sarah said truthfully.



Finishing off the last of her wine Carina stood up, placed her glass on a nearby table and then roughly grabbed Sarah’s hair, pulling it back and leaning down behind the blonde so she could growl in her ear, “So… you didn’t think your Mistress was pissed off enough, even though you’ve spent over a year denying her access to your hot body. Keeping those slutty fuck holes away from me despite the fact that they’re my property. Telling me to stay away. That you don’t want me. Telling me you don’t need me because now you have your precious Chuck, even though he can’t fuck you like I can?”



“No one can fuck me like you can Mistress.” Sarah gasped, “I’m sorry for denying you. Please, punish me for it.”



“Oh, really?” Carina huskily whispered into Sarah’s ear, “And what makes you think you’re even worth my time?”



A rebellious and self-satisfied smile crossed Sarah’s face, “The fact you dropped whatever you were doing and rushed right over here the second I told you that you could fuck me.”



It sounded so conceited but both women knew it was true, Carina gritting her teeth momentarily before smirking, “You arrogant little bitch, I should tie you up and leave you here for hours. Days. Weeks. Tell the hotel staff they can treat you as a paid for whore as long as they feed you their cum everyday. Huh? Would you like that? Your Mistress punishing you by turning you into a gang bang whore. Load after load being pumped down this pretty throat. All your fuck holes available to these hard-working men and women. Perhaps I should leave a sign on the door. Free fuck holes. That way anyone could just walk in and fuck you! Would you like that?”



“Yes Mistress.” Sarah said with no doubt in her mind that would never happen because, “But you’d never do it. You’d never be able to bare the thought of so many strangers fucking me, and not seeing it. Especially before you’ve had your chance to fuck me.”



“True, but maybe when I’ve had my fill of you I can wait around and watch you get fucked. Maybe call up a couple of well hung studs I know to give you a really good stretching out. Mmmmm yeah, three well hung studs, one for each hole, all three of them shooting their loads all over your pretty face while I film it and then post it online. Or better yet, send it to your precious Chuck.” Carina idly threatened, her tone sounding serious but both women knowing she was anything but.



However Sarah saw this as an opening, “I’d never let you.”



“Is that’s so?” Carina questioned, the lack of her proper title not going unnoticed, “Well, I did say I would tie you up.”



“Like you could tie a knot which could keep me down, bitch.” Sarah said, deliberately emphasising the final word.



“Oh I see, you REALLY want me to punish you.” Carina said, standing up and roughly pulling Sarah with her, her hands still tangled in blonde locks which she yanked so hard she almost pulled a few strands out by the roots.



The pain had Sarah crying out momentarily but the second Carina moved around to look at her the CIA agent defiantly looked her friend/rival in the eye and grinned, “Yes Mistress.”



Carina smirked, return the stare for a few seconds and then let go of Sarah’s hair and ordered, “Then get down on your knees and kiss my feet.”



Clearly fighting the urge to immediately obey Sarah glared at her owner for a few long seconds and then dropped to her knees and pressed her lips against Carina’s right foot. She then quickly moved over to the left, then to the right, the deadly spy covering Carina’s feet in kisses. Which of course made Carina smirk in triumph.



The DEA agent remembered the first time she had ordered the blonde to do this. Sarah had just been her bitch in training back then and to Carina’s delight she had refused first, but inevitably the other spy’s lips had touched her better’s sweaty feet. That’s how it went with all of Carina’s favourite bitches/former rivals, the other wilful women like wild beasts which needed to be tamed. Even when they were they could forget their places or still be rebellious, although none had succeeded in breaking Carina’s control until Sarah. It was why the redhead was going to have to make an example out of her former turned current favourite pet, especially since Sarah had been a disobedient little bitch since Carina got here, hesitating and even insulting her mistress. Her lips had still ended up worshipping Carina’s feet, but this was only the beginning. Carina was going to have to pull out all the stops to remind Sarah Walker of her place.



Still, after all this time feeling Sarah Walker kiss her feet was almost as good as the first time her fellow spy had lowered herself down onto her knees and hesitantly pressed her lips to one foot and then the other, Carina getting off on reducing her former rival to a grovelling sub, willing to do anything to get fucked.



And no doubt willing to say anything, Carina quick to put that theory to the test, “Beg me. Beg your Mistress to give you what you want.”



Knowing exactly what was expected of her Sarah continued to kiss Carina’s feet every time she paused, “Please Mistress… please… please… please… please… please punish me. Spank me… spank my worthless ass… please Mistress… please beat my butt. Paddle it. Make sure I can’t sit for a week. And fuck me… oh please fuck me Mistress. Fuck all my holes… Treat them as your personal fuck holes… because they are… you own me Mistress… you own every… little… part… of… my… body… but… especially… my… fuck… holes… please… fuck… them. Fuck me Mistress. Spank me… fuck me… use me… oh Mistress, do whatever you want to me Mistress. Do whatever you want to your bitch.”



“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Carina said as she walked over to the bed and sat back down upon it before patting her knee, “Get over here, pull down your pants and panties, and lay across my lap. It’s time for you to get your bitch ass spanked.”



Without hesitation Sarah quickly crawled over to where Carina was sitting, stood up, undid her fly, pull down her pants and then bent over the redhead’s knee. It all happened so fast Carina barely had time to enjoy it, not that she was complaining once Sarah was lying across her lap with her beautiful butt in perfect position for a spanking, the redhead salivating over those well-toned cheeks for almost a full minute before she noticed the little handle sticking out from in between the blonde’s ass cheeks.



“What’s this?” Carina questioned, grabbing hold of the butt-plug and pulling it out a little bit, just enough to stretch Sarah’s anal ring with the largest part of the toy, “Did I give you permission to wear a butt-plug?”



“No Mistress.” Sarah gasped as Carina pushed the toy back into her ass and then repeated the process, “But you didn’t say I couldn’t.”



“Cheeky little bitch.” Carina said, pushing the butt-plug in as far as it would go and then giving Sarah’s ass a nice hard slap, “You really are asking for it. Well don’t worry Walker, I’m going to give it to you.”



Carina then delivered ten equally hard spanks, the sound of her hand connecting with Sarah’s ass echoing throughout the room. The temptation to fulfil the promise right away and just keep delivering those hard spanks were almost overwhelming, but after all that time being denied Carina had no intention of rushing this.



So with self-restraint learned out of practice and necessity Carina stopped after those ten hard strikes and began teasing Sarah again. Like before that included running her hands all over those full yet rounded cheeks, Carina squeezing, massaging and pinching Sarah’s delectable backside for almost an entire minute before delivering another spank. When she did she made sure it was gentle, or at least gentle by her standards, to make sure the message was loud and clear, Sarah Walker had been a bad girl and Carina knew just how to punish her.



Clearly frustrated with the gentle treatment Sarah baited the other spy, “Is this what you call really giving it to me? Ah, come on Carina, ah, I know you can do better than this. Or have you gone soft?”



Reaching down Carina yanked Sarah’s hair almost out by it’s roots and then calmly explained, “I’ll give it to you when I’m getting ready Walker, and not before. Until then I recommend you shut your mouth and stop trying to piss me off even more.”



Ignoring the warning Sarah continued talking but Carina ignored her, let go of that pretty blonde hair and concentrated on spanking/groping her rival’s ass, Carina’s whole world quickly beginning to revolve around those rounded globes. Carina still couldn’t believe an ass this perfect existed, the redhead briefly questioning why she didn’t just lock Sarah up and keep her as a fuck toy available for her 24/7. The answer quickly came to her and it frustrated her. This frustration of course led Carina to give Sarah what she wanted, blows raining down on the blonde spy’s ass with increasing frequency and ferocity until Sarah was wailing hysterically.



On the few occasions someone had stumbled on Sarah laying across Carina’s knee getting spanked like a disobedient child they mostly didn’t say a word, the look on their faces enough to tell Sarah they felt there was no way she was enjoying this, among other things. Yet despite her screams Sarah was thoroughly enjoying the pain and humiliation she was being subjected too. Not as much as she loved being fucked by Carina, or making sweet love to Chuck or dominating her precious Ellie, but being on the receiving end of a good hard spanking had its own benefits.



Sarah’s favourite was the pain, which finally she was now receiving. Not that the previous spanks had been what Sarah would consider gentle, even Carina’s version of gentle was rougher than a few torturers she’d suffered under, but then no one could beaten an ass harder or at least more thoroughly than the redheaded spy. No one could give her pain quite like Carina, and after a while Sarah craved a bit of pain in her life. This was exquisite humiliating pain, punishing her for all the death and destruction she had caused in the name of doing what’s right, which in turn was making up for helping her con artist of a father when she was younger. Then of course there was Chuck and Ellie, two sweet and wonderful people she couldn’t decide between. Chuck had no clue Sarah had made his sister her bitch, Sarah risking so much because she was a greedy, selfish slut who was now receiving the punishment she deserved.



She definitely deserved the humiliation, although Sarah wished in that moment she hadn’t soundproofed the room. Wished there was a chance that her squeals of pain and humiliation would cause a member of the hotel staff or even a guest to stumble across her being spanked. It happened before in her first few weeks living here, and several times in other hotel rooms across the globe, Sarah shivering with delighted at the embarrassing memories. The looks on their faces. Of having to explain the situation. And Carina, ever the diplomat, making her show them her battered butt and ask them whether they thought the redhead was doing a good job, most just leaving in disgust or embarrassment while a few dared to comment. Only one had been stupid enough to critiqued Carina’s performance though then again that was probably because the woman had wanted to end up over Carina’s knee herself, which she had.



Of course Sarah’s current situation was plenty humiliating and the blonde would have been more than satisfied with it, however Carina had other ideas, “Stand-up! You’re wriggling too much, and you know what happens when you wriggle too much.”



Carina emphasised her words with one final hard strike before letting Sarah stand-up, the blonde grinning as she clearly knew what was about to happen. After she had slowly stood up herself Carina attempted to slap that grin off Sarah’s pretty face. The slap connected, but it only succeeded in turning Sarah’s grin into a smirk.



“Bend over!” Carina snapped coldly before clarifying, “I want your ass over the edge of your bed, arms outstretched, nice and ready for me to tie you up and beat you down.”



Still smirking Sarah replied, “Yes Mistress.”



From the blonde’s tone Carina couldn’t decide whether Sarah was trying to appease her a little or piss her off even more but it really didn’t matter. Sarah had called Carina because she clearly wanted to get her ass whipped good and hard, and that was exactly what the redheaded spy was going to do.



So when Sarah was in position Carina quickly yet skilfully tied the blonde’s hands to one set of bed posts and her legs to the other, the redhead using nice thick ropes and triple tying the knots make sure her fellow spy wasn’t going anywhere. She then picked one of her favourite riding crops from out of the bag she brought especially and then without any warning whatsoever brought it down on Sarah’s ass, the tough blonde screeching in true agony for the first of what would be many times that night.



Again and again Carina brought her cropped down on Sarah’s ass, constantly switching between delivering random blows and concentrating on one specific spot. As a result although Sarah’s butt quickly turned from a dark pink to angry red in just a few minutes some places were darker red than others, bruises and welts appearing on previously flawless skin as Carina made good on her promise, the dominant redhead sadistically rejoicing in the pain and humiliation she was inflicting upon her rival.



As she normally did when finally beginning to punish one of her pets Carina concentrated on why she was angry with her. All the wasted time that Sarah had insisted she stayed away, denying Carina her body, sharing it with lesser mortals who didn’t know how to treat Sarah properly. Couldn’t give her what she needed. And when she finally gave in Sarah was as rebellious as she’d ever been, pushing Carina to do this. Pushing her to give up perhaps the most vicious butt beating she had ever given her, Carina only to happy to do so, the DEA agent remembering not just recent activity but previous mistakes of Sarah’s. Like pinning her to the training mats all those years ago, and resisting Carina’s initial seduction, the ruthless spy grinning as she remembered how she had turned Sarah from hated rival to her rebellious little bitch in a matter of weeks.

Then suddenly and without warning Carina paused the spanking to pull the butt-plug from Sarah’s ass hole, walk round and stuff it into the blonde’s mouth, “Here, suck on this Walker. I’m tired of hearing you scream.”



Sarah knew that was a lie. Carina love to hear her scream. Pleasure, pain, it made no difference to the redhead. However Sarah also knew that Carina loved her screams to be muffled sometimes, which they were when the ass beating was restarted, the blonde spy practically moaning with delight as the humiliating pain continued.



Another reason for her moan of delight was now Sarah was tasting her own ass, something thanks to Carina she had become addicted too. Even all this time away from her Sarah had found the time to finger her own ass hole, not to mention plug it and dildo it, Sarah abusing her back hole as she imagined Carina or some well hung stud sodomise her and then make her go ass to mouth. The thought of it always made her cum so hard, especially on a day like today she would/had stuffed a butt-plug up her ass and then went to the gym or even on a mission, hours of working out or just working passing before she would take the toy from her butt and suck it clean. Normally she would take time, savour the sweet flavour of her own ass, but today Sarah suckled greedily on the toy, partly because she was eager for the anal abuse she would soon be taking and partly to take her mind off the butt abuse she was currently taking.



It wasn’t that Sarah was still enjoying having her ass beaten. She was, but now every blow was pure agony, and even the most seasoned pain slut had her limits. Of course unlike most pain sluts Sarah had no safety word, nor did she want one, the spy relishing the chance to push the boundaries of her resistants to torture, Carina knowing how well enough that she was in the mood to be pushed. Although even then the agony was in a way heavenly, Sarah knowing she truly deserved this punishment and even considering begging Carina to fetch one of her paddles or better yet her canes and switch back and forth between them so the blonde would receive a variety of agonising punishments.



Instead she got something arguably better, Carina again stopping without warning and quick as a flash moving to remove the plug from Sarah’s mouth and then replace it with her glistening wet pussy.



“Eat me you little bitch! Mmmmm, fuck yeah, eat me.” Carina moaned as Sarah slid her tongue over her pussy lips the second the redhead got the first ‘eat me’ out of her mouth, the blonde fully repeating this action while Carina continued talking trash, “That’s it, eat my pussy. Eat it! Ohhhhhh fuck, I can’t take this gentle licking shit right now. I need to get fucked. I need you to get that dyke tongue of yours up my cunt. OOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK YES, mmmmmmmm, that’s it bitch, stuff your slave tongue up my snatch! Fuck me! Ahhhhh fuck, yesssssss, tongue fuck me bitch. Remind me why I even bother with you. Mmmmmmm, yeah, remind me FUCK, mmmmmm yes, oh that’s right, that’s why you’re my favourite dyke slut, mmmmmmm fuck yeah!”



Carina briefly lost the ability to talk incoherent sentences. Hell, she could barely think in coherent sentences, Carina quickly being reminded of why she pictured Sarah in between her thighs whenever she wanted to imagine herself being licked, or when someone was down there and doing a lousy job of getting her off. The blonde goddess was just so fucking good at eating pussy. She was frustratingly good at most things, but Sarah truly excelled at muff diving. Although truth be told, that was one of the few things Carina didn’t find that frustrating about her beloved frienemy.



Sarah had been a natural rug muncher, making Carina cum so hard the first time the redhead saw stars and she had only improved over time, bringing Carina to the edge of an orgasm after only half a dozen licks and tongue thrusts. True, spanking Sarah’s ass had helped, maybe even got Carina halfway there, but it was still impressive. Plus it didn’t change the fact that Sarah was using all her knowledge of Carina’s pussy against her, attacking all of her sweet spots while of course zoning in on her G-spot which she relentlessly attacked with practised ease, her tongue curling upwards at just the right time and pressure to make Carina’s eyes roll in the back of her head.



When she had sat down in front of Sarah and pressed her pussy to the other woman’s mouth Carina had been aching to cum. Especially as it wouldn’t be just any old orgasm, but a Sarah Walker induced orgasm. However she was now regretting her lack of patience. For one thing it showed a lack of self-control which Carina would loathe to show in front of even her most submissive of lesbian Subs, let alone one which part timed as a Dom. More importantly Carina had been looking forward to this. To having Sarah as her bitch again, Carina promising herself she wouldn’t rush any aspect of using Sarah Walker, but especially not something as wonderful as having her rival’s tongue in her twat. Now she had and Carina was regretting it.



Still, Carina had no intention of making Sarah stop. She couldn’t even cope with the idea of making her slow right down and giving her the type of long cunt lapping which lasted for hours. What Carina could do though was to postpone her climax a little bit, allow herself to enjoy a little more less intense pleasure without denying herself the orgasm she now so desperately wanted. Luckily Carina knew a way to do that.



With an evil smirk on her face Carina moaned, “Mmmmmm fuck, tell me Walker… does Ellie taste this good?”



Sarah froze. She was good at hiding any initial panic or shock when she was surprised, and this time was no different. Sarah was also trained to think quickly so she could get herself out of trouble. Unfortunately that didn’t do her much good right now as Carina knew how to tie knots which even Sarah couldn’t get out of, and the redhead had a knack for telling when Sarah was lying. It was one of the many reasons why this had been such a big risk, Sarah scolding herself for once again being blinded by her lust and allowing herself to get into a situation where all she could do was glare up at her rival/mistress.



“What? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Carina asked, a touch of hurt in her voice, “Please, you might have your pet nerd fooled but I know the real you, remember? I know deep down you’re a pussy craving slut who could never be truly satisfied with a man. Mmmmmmm, especially not one with such a hot piece of ass as a sister. Mmmmmm yeahhhhh, I knew you only told me to stay away from her because you wanted her all for yourself. Isn’t that right, you selfish bitch?”



“No, I…” Sarah began, but then a look from Carina had her closing her eyes and at least partly admitting the truth, “Ok, I wanted her from the moment I saw her, but the reason I told you she was off-limits was because it would complicate the mission.”



“Bull-shit, that’s just an excuse.” Carina said snapped before grinning, “Although I am impressed you managed to hold out on fucking her for so long. And disappointed. Mmmmmm, if it was me I would have had that bitch kneeling before me before the end of my first day on the job.”



“I don’t doubt it, but she’s still off-limits to you.” Sarah said sternly, the two spies becoming locked in a stirring match for a couple of long seconds before the blonde added in a slightly softer tone, “I’m serious Carina, stay away from her. You can do anything you want to me but you will not touch Ellie Woodcomb. She’s mine!”



“And you’re mine, so everything you have rightfully belongs to me.” Carina reasoned, smiling as she then added, “But you don’t have to worry, as much as I love taking what’s yours I think it will be much sweeter if I make you give her to me. And I will, after you make me cum!”



Sarah opened her mouth to tell Carina that she would never give her Ellie. That Carina could torture Sarah for the rest of their lives and the redhead would never have her permission to fuck her. But then Carina pushed her cunt forwards into Sarah’s face while grabbing a handful of blonde hair and pushing downwards so that the redhead was smothering her rival with her pussy. To be fair Carina’s pussy had pretty much constantly been in Sarah’s face even when they were discussing Ellie but the blonde literally couldn’t breathe, her senses being consumed by Carina’s cunt. Which of course Sarah loved.



Knowing talking would be pointless anyway Sarah quickly returned to eating Carina’s pussy, the blonde trying to take her mind off Ellie’s fate and more importantly make her rival forget about Ellie if only for a little while. It was easy at first because Carina was right, Sarah was a pussy craving slut, and thanks to the other woman’s training she had become an expert cunt lapper. Especially when it came to lapping Carina’s cunt, Sarah using her previous experience against her frienemy to make her screaming coherently with joy. There was also some good old-fashioned force involved, Sarah slamming her tongue into Carina’s twat as deep as it would go and then bobbing her head back and forth relentlessly, curling that wet muscle inside her just to the right angles to attack her sweet spots. Her G-spot was the main focus, Sarah ruthlessly attacking it until she could tell just by the way her ‘friend’ was trembling against her mouth that Carina was about to cum.



Of course that was when Carina found the ability to speak, “YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS! That’s it you fucking rug muncher, fucking eat me out just like that. Just. Like. That. Fuckkkkkkkk, I’ve missed that tongue! Mmmmmmmm, I’ve missed that made for cunt lapping tongue of yours Walker, ohhhhhhhh fuck, I’m so glad you haven’t lost your touch while trying to stick to just sucking and fucking your precious Chuck’s dick. Ahhhhhhh fuck, not that you managed to stick to just his dick you fucking whore. Mmmmmmm, yeah Walker, you’re a total slut, oh, just like me, mmmmmmm, monogamy isn’t for the likes of us. Oooooooh, especially when there are such cute little pieces of ass around here like Ellie Woodcomb. Mmmmmm fuck, you never told me if she tasted better than me. Ha, I bet she does. Mmmmmmm, I bet she’s sugar sweet and fucking melts in your mouth. Mmmmmm yessssssss, oh fuck, mmmmmmm, I can’t wait to find out myself. Mmmmmm, I can’t wait to spread those pretty legs and bury my face in Ellie Woodcomb’s cunt, mmmmmmm, tongue fuck her until she’s screaming my name, mmmmmm fuck yes, I’m going to have her begging to be my bitch, ahhhhhhh fuck, your precious little Ellie begging me to be her Mistress, OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK!”



Sarah ignored her, and the way Carina grinded her cunt against her, the experienced rug muncher keeping her eye on the prize until she could literally taste Carina’s cum. She wasn’t waiting long, which wasn’t surprising as Sarah could make Carina cum quickly even if she wasn’t worked up beforehand. In what felt like no time at all Carina was screaming, bucking her hips and practically drowning Sarah in her cum, the blonde spy desperately swallowing the heavenly cream as much for her own preservation as the fact that she actually liked the taste. More accurately she loved the taste, Sarah gulping down as much of the delicious liquid as she could before quickly shoving her tongue back into Carina’s cunt until the redheaded spy’s orgasm had subsided so she could make the other woman cum again and swallow her juices. She had done it what seemed like a thousand times and expected this time to be no different. Sarah expected wrong.



Far too soon for both spies liking Carina pulled back and away from the reach of Sarah’s tongue. This caused both women to let out a groan of dissatisfaction, the difference being Carina quickly recovered and grinded down on her friend/rival, “Sorry Walker, as much as I’m sure you’d love eating my cunt all night long I just can’t wait another second to fuck you.”



Sarah smirked, “You mean you’re worried you won’t have the energy to fuck me.”



“More like I’m mildly concerned if I spend any longer with that talented little mouth of yours on my cunt I won’t have the willpower to move.” Carina countered, returning the smirk before retrieving her favourite strap-on and quickly pulling it up her thighs, “And who could blame me? Mmmmm, but it would be tragic to miss out on these hot little fuck holes after being denied them for so long. Especially that yummy ass!”



With that Carina got down on her knees behind the other spy, spread Sarah’s ass cheeks, stuck out her tongue and lent forward. The idea had been to give Sarah one slow lick from her clit to her ass hole, Carina stopping there so she could give her favourite bitch a little rim job. But she hadn’t tasted Sarah’s sweet little pussy in way too long and Carina couldn’t resist lingering a little, which kind of fucked up what she just said. Of course there was an easy way to fix that.



“Not that this pussy isn’t fucking delicious.” Carina pulled her tongue from Sarah’s cunt just long enough to say that before quickly returning to the yummy juice dripping hole.



Carina then just continued to lick Sarah’s pussy for a little while. She wasn’t sure of the exact amount of time but Carina was pretty sure it wasn’t long before she had Sarah on the edge of orgasm. To be fair to her rival Sarah had just endured a nice hard spanking and then had her face buried in Carina’s cunt, not to mention anticipating Carina’s arrival, so it was hardly surprising it didn’t take much to bring the blonde sex goddess to the edge. Hell, considering how plentiful her delicious juices were she had probably been almost there before Carina had even started. Of course the problem was it was now so tempting to make Sarah cum and Carina knew if she did that, if she made Sarah Walker cum in her mouth, it could be hours before she convinced herself to move away from this heavenly hole. On the other hand she really wanted to taste Sarah’s cum.



Deciding to compromise Carina finally pushed her tongue upwards to slide across Sarah’s rosebud, the redheaded spy spreading one of the blonde’s ass cheeks so it was easier for her to get at Sarah’s back hole which had pretty much returned to its normal tightness since the butt-plug had been removed. Carina gave that cute little ass hole half a dozen teasing licks, then buried her face in Sarah’s butt and forcing as much of her tongue into her rival’s rectum as possible. At the same time Carina slammed two fingers inside Sarah’s welcoming pussy, immediately beginning to thrust them in and out of her friend while using her thumb to rub her clit.



The last part was probably unnecessary but Carina had no doubt it made Sarah’s orgasm that much sweeter, the blonde crying out and almost instantly covering the redhead’s fingers with her sweet cream. Carina didn’t stop finger fucking Sarah until she had fucked her through her climax, the superior spy enjoying the feel of her bitch pulsating around her digits and of course continuing to cover them with yummy liquid. Then Carina slowly pushed those fingers in and out of Sarah’s box for a little while so she could bring her friend down from her high and enjoy the sweet taste of her ass. Finally she slowly pulled her fingers from Sarah’s cunt, brought them up to her lips and devoted over a minute to slowly sucking the cum and pussy cream off them, Carina savouring every moment.



Part of Sarah was annoyed at being denied another orgasm straight away however mostly she was grateful because she knew Carina. That meant Sarah knew she would have at least one opportunity to have multiple orgasms, and when it arrived it would be just up to her stamina whether she would have anymore, Carina joyfully fucking her into unconsciousness. The very thought had Sarah’s body tingling with the desire, that tingle turning into fireworks when Carina suddenly slammed the strap-on into the blonde’s pussy. Which was a bit of a shock but Sarah’s horny fuck hole welcomed the full length of the toy just as Sarah’s ass welcome the index finger which invaded it shortly after Carina took her twat, the blonde spy simply moaning in delight at the penetration.



To her further delight Carina wasted no time in establishing a steady rhythm, pumping the cock in and out of Sarah’s welcoming love hole, rubbing against the finger which was in her other hole. That finger stayed still for a few moments, Carina clearly allowing Sarah time to get used to having the dildo fucking her pussy. Then Carina started thrusting that finger in and out as well, sometimes quickly matching up with the thrusts of her strap-on, sometimes not, either way Sarah enjoying the refreshing silence which she just knew wasn’t going to last.



“Fuck I’ve missed this sweet little pussy.” Carina moaned, proving Sarah right, “Mmmmmm yeah, I’ve missed fucking your sweet little pussy. I’ve missed fucking your sweet little pussy with my cock, mmmmmm, and my fingers, ohhhhhh, and most of all my tongue. Mmmmm, fucking hell Walker, I’d forgotten just how delicious your hot fucking cunt is! No wonder Ellie can’t get enough. Mmmmmm yeah, no wonder that sweet little doctor can’t get enough of this hot cunt. Ohhhhhh your ass too. Both me and Ellie love the taste of your ass. I should really mention that to her. How much we have in common. Don’t you think?”



Sarah saved her breath and didn’t answer. She knew denying Carina anything was almost impossible. There was a time she had thought it was impossible, Sarah giving herself to Carina in a way she hadn’t done for any other lover before, or perhaps even since. After all she had given Carina her anal cherry and for a while fully embraced the role of the redhead’s bitch. In many ways she would be forever Carina’s bitch, but when Sarah had met Chuck she had been so determined to protect him and his family she had broken some of Carina’s hold over her, eventually even denying her rival/friend her body. If Sarah was going to maintain that independence she was going to need to save it for when Carina ass fucked her, Sarah knowing from previous experience that was when her frienemy would really try and break her.



So now she had to ignore Carina’s comments, the lippy redhead continuing to taunt Sarah while she skilfully fucked her in both holes, “I bet Ellie will love the taste of my pussy just as much as yours. Oooooooooohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh, I could tell from the second I saw her that she was a little pussy craving slut. Not that anyone could resist me of course, but I figured she was an easy target. It was why I left her for you. I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist such a ripe, succulent piece of forbidden fruit. Mmmmmm, and it’s so much sweeter when it’s untouched, isn’t it Sarah? When you’re the first girl to taste her pussy, ohhhhhhh, the first girl she’s gone down on, mmmmmmm, and let’s not forget that ass, oooooohhhhhh yeah, you popping that little anal cherry of hers and making her your little bitch just like I made you mine!”



Again Sarah tried to ignore her and mostly succeeded. Just how much Carina knew was troubling, although she knew her friend was a skilled seductress and claimed she could almost instantly tell if a woman had ever taken it up the butt before. More accurately it was a educated guess but neither spy had been wrong before, so it was hard to argue with it. Of course Carina would have had plenty of opportunities to see Ellie hobbling from Sarah, clearly walking funny after the blonde had ravaged her behind, not to mention observing Sarah having her way with her obedient pet. So Sarah tried not to worry about the details and just concentrate on that wonderfully big dildo fucking her cunt and that finger fucking her ass.



“Mmmmm, fuck Walker, you feel so tight. Sooooooo fucking tight on my big cock.” Carina taunted, having a feeling she knew exactly how to get Sarah talking again, “Mmmmm, your little nerd’s hardware must not be that big. Mmmmm yeah, I bet his little dick is nowhere as big as mine, oooooooh fuck, and unlike me he has no idea how to use it.”

“Exactly the opposite.” Sarah moaned, smiling as she had to admit Carina had caught her. Although now her silence was broken she decided to add, “Chuck is plenty big and he knows how to use it. Ohhhhhh fuck, not that you’ll ever know. Mmmmmm, not unless I let you watch, and for that you’ll have to beg me. Ahhhhhhh God, fuck me, but no matter how hard you beg I’m never going to let you touch him or his sister. Mmmmmmm yeah, no matter how much you want to fuck them you can’t, because they’re mine. All mine. Ahhhhhhh!”



“We’ll see about that you greedy bitch!” Carina growled, stuffing another finger in Sarah’s ass, “But for now, I think you said something about begging? And we know the only one who begs around here is you, mmmmmmm, so how about you do it right now? How about you beg me to fuck your tight little ass?”



Sarah knew Carina wasn’t asking, she was telling, although it was very tempting to act like the redhead was giving her a choice. Or to point out that she made Carina beg her plenty of times, especially when it came to making her cum. Or that she’d had others begging for her, most recently Chuck and Ellie which again Sarah had no intention of letting Carina touch. But that would have delayed her pleasure, Sarah knowing that the next time Carina was willing to let her cum it would be with the redhead’s dick in her ass.



The fact that Carina pulled the strap-on from Sarah’s cunt while waiting for a reply sealed the deal, the blonde spy briefly letting out a dissatisfied cry before begging, “Fuck my ass Carina! Please fuck my ass. Ass fuck me. Fuck me in the ass. Shove every single inch of your big dick up my ass and fuck me like an anal whore!”



Carina wanted to leave Sarah begging for a long time. Really let her stew in her juices to the point she was going crazy with frustration. But that plan fell apart pretty much the second Sarah Walker started begging for her, Carina going crazy with lust until she could take it no more and in one swift movement she removed her fingers from the blonde’s butt and replace them with her strap-on.



The toy entered easy enough, especially considering the level of force Carina used to push the first few inches through Sarah’s tight anal ring and into the blonde spy’s back passage. To be fair Carina could have probably slammed the whole thing into Sarah’s slutty ass. She had before, but that was when Sarah was loose from previous ass fuckings. This time as far as she was aware Sarah hadn’t been butt fucked in over a year. Even if she had it probably wouldn’t have been a proper rectum wrecking so Carina resisted the urge to slam the entire dildo inside Sarah’s ass in one thrust. After all, she didn’t like to say it out loud but Carina was extremely fond of Sarah. She was the best friend a girl like her could ask for, and she had an ass which was made for fucking.



So after her initial semi-hard thrust Carina slowly inserted the rest of the dildo into Sarah’s ass, a task made pretty easy by the rimming, fingering and pussy fucking that had come before. However despite going slow it really felt like no time at all until Carina’s thighs bumped against Sarah’s butt cheeks, announcing that after far too long an absence Carina’s big strap-on cock was now fully embedded in the perfect ass of Sarah Walker. For a few moments after that the redhead just staring at where her hips were pressed against the blonde’s backside, Carina wanting to savour once again showing Sarah Walker who’s boss, the DEA agent showing her superiority in the purest way possible.



Then Carina smacked Sarah’s ass and demanded, “Beg! Beg some more for me bitch!”



Carina grinned as she could practically hear Sarah grit her teeth as she did as she was told, “Mmmmmm, fuck me Carina! Fuck my ass! Fuck me up the ass! Butt fuck me! Butt fuck me hard! Do it! Oh come on bitch, mmmmmmm, fuck me!”



Briefly Carina considered making Sarah beg her some more. After all she knew her friend could do better than that. However Carina was so over savouring the moment as her constant desire to ass fuck Sarah Walker became a raging inferno of need she just couldn’t ignore. So Carina grabbed a tight hold of Sarah’s hips and slowly began pulling the dildo out the other woman’s ass, both spies letting that long moan of pleasure as Carina officially started the butt fucking. Or maybe the anal sex officially started when Carina pushed back in or when she had established a steady ass pumping rhythm. It didn’t matter to Carina, what mattered was for the first time in almost a year she was finally fucking Sarah Walker’s ass.



Sarah was more or less thinking the same thing, the blonde’s eyes rolling in the back of her head as she wandered how she had ever given this up. Chuck loved her so much. He only saw the good in her and made her want to live up to his image of her. And the sex was better than she’d ever imagined, Chuck quickly learning how to use his hands, mouth and big cock to gently make love to Sarah for hours. His sister was perhaps even better, Ellie the perfect little pet, so willing to do anything to please her, Sarah’s bitch constantly looking at her with such love and devotion. They both did, but Chuck was her equal while Ellie was her bitch and there was something extra intoxicating about owning someone. However it was just as intoxicating to be owned by someone, and as much as Sarah enjoyed Chuck’s gentleness, and as much as she could be as rough as she wanted with Ellie, no one fucked her like Carina.



No one had ever humiliated Sarah and made her love it like Carina could, the redhead excelling on amplifying the little things that could make a degrading experience that much more intense. Right now for example Carina was fondling Sarah’s ass while she fucked it, occasionally dishing out a smack which varied from playful to hard, Sarah struggling not to cry out as her frienemy abused her already well spanked butt. On the bright side Sarah knew that soon Carina would switched to something else, although it was something equally as humiliating and almost as painful.



Sure enough after one hard double smack Carina spread both Sarah’s ass cheeks as wide apart as she could to get the best possible look at the blonde’s butt hole stretching for her strap-on. This was something Carina did during nearly every butt fuck, the DEA agent telling Sarah many times how much she loved watching her cock pumping in and out of a slut’s back door, that it was so pretty and a perfect reminder that she, Carina, was a dominant Alpha female and the woman she was fucking was her bitch. Sarah had learnt to share the same opinion and while she loved spreading Ellie’s ass cheeks she felt like such an anal whore when Carina had done it to her. Or better yet made Sarah do it herself, the respected CIA agent forced to expose her most private of holes for Carina’s pleasure.



Of course Sarah got a twisted thrill from all this humiliation. It was one of the reasons why she had craved being Carina’s bitch. Why she craved being Carina’s bitch. Although the main one was the overwhelming pleasure Carina could effortlessly give her, now being the perfect example as thanks to the degrading feelings the redhead was giving her along with the skilful ass fucking Sarah felt her rectum become completely loose, any pain she initially felt being quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure. It took all of her willpower to resist that overwhelming pleasure, Sarah making a real show of it to fool Carina into thinking she had the upper hand. Luckily Sarah had one more trick up her sleeve.



“Carina… do you, mmmmmm, do you really want to spend all night trying, ohhhhhh, trying to make me give you Ellie?” Sarah moaned softly after a long silence, “Ooooooooh mmmmmm, wouldn’t you rather, oooooooohhhhhh God, wouldn’t you rather just fuck me? Ohhhhhhh shit, just like that, mmmmmmm, wouldn’t you rather pound my tight little ass, mmmmmm, make sure I never forget it’s yours again, ooooooh, if you can, oh, and leave trying to make me give you Ellie until, oh, until tomorrow?”



“Tempting, but no. Mmmmmm, I’m nowhere near tired, oooooohhhhh, in fact I feel like I could pound this ass all night.” Carina taunted, just like Sarah predicted she would.



“Please Carina, mmmmmm, I’ll, oh, I’ll give you anything if you just make me cum.” Sarah promised, quickly adding, “Anything except Chuck and Ellie.”



“Too bad, because all I want from you is Ellie.” Carina said in between grunts and groans of effort, the redhead making sure she didn’t slow down the butt fucking during this little conversation, “You don’t have anything else I really want.”



“What about me?” Sarah offered.



Contrary to previous intentions those words had Carina stopping in her tracks, every inch of the dildo buried up Sarah’s butt. Then she slowly raised an eyebrow and questioned, “What about you?”



Sarah smiled and looked over her shoulder at Carina for the first time during the conversation, “I’m the thing you most want. More than money, jewels, clothes, other girls and guys. I’m the thing you want more than anything. Isn’t that right Carina?”



“I have you.” Carina countered.



“No you don’t. Not really.” Sarah pointed out, playing the last card she had left, “You seduced me, trained me, took my anal cherry, made me your bitch, but you’ve never truly broken me, have you Carina? Even when I’ve got lost in the pleasure of being your submissive little slut I’ve turned around the next day and fought your control. Made excuses. Denied you. Even pushed you away. And I loved being free of you. I loved being able to use your lessons against other women and make them my bitches. But I missed you. I missed my Mistress, and I know she missed me. So, how about this, you promised to stay away from Chuck and Ellie and I promise to submit to you for real this time. I’ll do every perverted thing your twisted little heart wants. Anything, as long as it doesn’t involve the Bartowskis. I’ll always come when you call, even when I’m with my bitch or my boyfriend. I’ll leave them high and dry for you. Never again give you an excuse unless I really am on a mission. I’ll even act like a totally submissive and obedient sub, if you want. Just please Mistress, leave Chuck and Ellie out of this and less just concentrate on what we both want, me as your bitch.”



There was a long silence, Carina clearly thinking about it, then the redhead softly said, “You can’t truly be my bitch if you don’t surrender everything to me.”



“Well it’s all I’m willing to give you.” Sarah snapped, before sweetening her tone, “Please Mistress, don’t pretend you want them as much as you want me, or you haven’t missed me like I’ve missed you. Just agree and we can be Mistress and bitch, the way we both truly want it.”



Again never long silence and then Carina said, “I’ll think about it. In the meantime why don’t you convince me what a good bitch you’ll be.”



Knowing she had won, at least in the short-term, and was going to get what she so desperately wanted Sarah smiled and began telling Carina whatever submissive thing came to mind, “Oh I’ll be a good bitch for you Mistress, mmmmmm, I’ll be such a good little submissive bitch. I’ll be the best bitch you’ve ever had. Oooooooooh God, I’ll never disobey you again. Never disrespect you. Mmmmmm, always call you by your proper title, even in public. Ohhhhhh shit, I’ll kiss your feet, eat your pussy and lick your ass whenever you want, wherever you want. Mmmmm, most of all I’ll bend over for you whenever you fucking want! And wherever you want. Ahhhhhhh fuck, I’ll get ‘Carina’s Bitch’ tattooed on my ass just to prove that my ass belongs to you. That I belong to you. That I’m your bitch and my ass is your fucking property! Ooooooohhhhh, I’ll even tell Chuck and Ellie. Tell them they can touch me anywhere except my ass hole because that’s your personal fuck hole! Ohhhhhhh God, my ass is yours Mistress, mmmmmmm, I’m your bitch, I’m your fucking bitch, ooooooh fuck, you can own me completely, just let me cum oooooohhhhhhhh God Carina, MISTRESS, OH FUCK! FUCK ME MISTRESS! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEEEEEE! FUCK MY ASS! OH MISTRESS!”



While Sarah was talking Carina unsurprisingly restarted the butt fucking, the CIA agent struggling for as long as she could to remain coherent but it was a battle Sarah knew she would inevitably lose. Although it was still one she enjoyed fighting, those words as much as a turn on for Sarah as they were for Carina. Maybe more. Either way Sarah revelled in her submission as she finally received a nice hard ass fucking which sent her to the very edge of orgasm.



That was when Sarah lost the ability to talk coherently, her words becoming nearly unnoticeable next to her screams of pleasure anyway. That was also when Sarah allowed herself to indulge in one of her hottest fantasies. True, being butt fucked by Carina had been technically one of her hottest fantasies over the past year but now was her reality and had been her reality so many times before. What had never been a reality was a threesome between herself, her Mistress and one of the Bartowski siblings she adored so much, all that talk of them making Sarah unable to stop picturing what she was fighting so hard to keep from becoming a reality.



On the surface maybe it seemed silly. After all, Sarah had talked Chuck into threesomes with other women and she’d had many threesomes with Carina so surely making that fantasy a reality wouldn’t be too bad. Except in all those threesomes with her boyfriend Sarah had been the one calling the shots, the blonde particularly enjoying sodomising Chuck’s other ex-girlfriends in front of him like Lou, Jill and Hannah and DP’ing them with him, Sarah proving she was the dominant Alpha female in his life. She didn’t want to let him know she had a submissive side, and that went double for Ellie who Sarah currently had all to herself, the blonde’s bitch promising her she wasn’t having sex with her husband anymore, only her blonde mistress.



However now Carina’s big strap-on dildo was slamming in and out of Sarah’s butt hole, pummelling the deepest part of her bowels, perhaps literally wrecking her rectum Sarah couldn’t help imagine it. Imagine her precious Ellie and Chuck witnessing her being sodomised by Carina. Imagined the looks on their faces when they saw her submit. Imagined the moment they realised she wasn’t a true Alpha female, that she had a mistress, that deep down she was a submissive little slut who liked it up the ass. And it was that image, along with the ruthless butt pounding she was taking, which made Sarah cum harder than perhaps she’d ever cum before. It was certainly harder than anything she’d experienced over the last year, Sarah’s mind feeling like it suddenly exploded to the point where she couldn’t think anymore as her cum squirted from her cunt and her ass spasm tightly around the dildo destroying it.



That certainly made it harder for Carina to keep fucking Sarah’s ass, but the DEA agent was no wannabe top like the woman currently taking her dick up her butt. No, Carina was a true Alpha female, a dominant Dom, a real rectum wrecker who was currently wrecking the rectum of respected CIA agent Sarah Walker and loving every single second of it. Certainly loving it far too much to let a little thing like an orgasm stop her, regardless whether it was herself or Sarah receiving it, Carina fighting through her own orgasms and the blonde’s to give her rival the type of deep hard ass slamming she had been craving all this time she had been denying what she truly was.



Wanting to confirm what that was, and enhance her own pleasure, Carina grabbed hold of pretty blonde locks, pulled Sarah’s head back and screamed, “WHO’S MY BITCH?”



Sarah doesn’t hesitate to reply, “ME! I’M YOUR BITCH! I’M YOUR FUCKING BITCH!”



Carina smirked and imagined Sarah’s precious pets hearing that. Imagined them witnessing her sodomising the woman they looked up to so much. Maybe bending Sarah over in the middle of the Bartowski/Woodcomb household and butt fuck her blonde anal whore right in front of all her friends and family, all of them seem what a cheating submissive slut Sarah Walker truly was. Or better yet in the middle of the Buy More, let it’s creepy employees and regular customers bear witness to her sodomising Sarah Walker too.



Those were two fantasies Carina often had and while she may do it one day right now she was mostly focusing on the Bartowskis, particularly the female one. After all Chuck was cute and all, but it would have been way more fun to fuck him before Sarah. Now Carina wasn’t that bothered, hence why she hadn’t tried very hard to make Sarah give her an invitation to one of those threesomes she knew she had with him. And besides, Carina was somewhat concerned he would live up to the hype and if there was one thing Carina couldn’t stand it was a male who could out fuck her. But Ellie, mmmmm, she definitely seemed worth the trouble, Carina almost becoming lost in the fantasy of fucking that hot piece of ass, which was ironic because right now she was literally fucking the best ass she ever had.



Refocusing on that ass Carina licked her lips, admiring the sight of her dildo slamming in and out of Sarah’s back hole while the blonde’s butt cheeks jiggled against her thighs, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room as their sweaty bodies relentlessly collided with each other. Sarah’s cum was still squirting from her pussy but she had even lost consciousness or simply lost her voice. Listening carefully Carina was pretty sure it was the latter as she heard mild groans and whimpers coming from the blonde spy, those sounds enough for Carina to keep fucking Sarah’s perfect ass. After all she didn’t like fucking an unconscious body but Carina was determined to get one more hard orgasm out of this experience, the redhead not waiting long as the stimulator on her clit and the sheer pleasure of ass fucking Sarah Walker sent her over the edge once more, this time her climax so powerful that she finally collapsed down onto her friend’s sweaty body.



Sarah wasn’t sure how long she was unconscious. As far as she could tell it wasn’t very long, although she had passed out during some previous extra rough butt fucking from Carina and woke up hours later. It didn’t really matter to her right now. What mattered was one second she was experiencing heavenly pleasure, the next it felt like her guts were being pulled out.



As she let out a loud cry Sarah quickly recognise the feeling as the dildo being removed from her ass. It was a feeling she never exactly enjoyed, and Sarah hated that the butt sex was over, however there was some perverted joy in knowing that her ass hole would be left gaping open and sore for a long time afterwards, Sarah loving the painful feelings as they reminded her of what a slut she had been and until her butt fully healed she would still felt like Carina’s bitch. Well, she was now Carina’s bitch permanently, but if Sarah could successfully manipulate her rival it would all work out for the best.



The feeling of Carina spreading her ass cheeks to get a better look at her gaping butt hole ironically had Sarah forgetting her worries, the CIA agent revelling in the humiliation she was currently feeling from her rival admiring the admittedly good job she’d done destroying the blonde’s ass. Then even more enjoyable humiliation came as Carina moved around and pressed her ass flavoured cock against Sarah’s lips.



Without a moments hesitation Sarah parted those lips and swallowed the head of the dildo, the blonde spy savouring the taste of the deepest part of her bowels for a few long seconds before beginning to bob her head on the toy like the little ATM slut she was. Sadly from her current position she couldn’t take all the strap-on into her mouth but Carina was generous enough to ‘help’ her, the redhead crouching down so she could thrust in and out of Sarah’s mouth, the blonde’s rival turning her into a face pussy.

After a torturous week of waiting, I pulled up in front of Jess and Tom’s house at 6 on Friday, just as Jess had instructed.



As I got out of my car and walked toward the front door, a small black convertable careened around the corner and into their driveway. Jess’ dress matched her car, short and sexy and she was wearing black stockings and heels that made her legs look amazing.



“I’m sorry I’m late,” she said.”My school board fundraiser meeting ran long. You know how long winded Henry Jones can be.”



As we walked to their front door, Jess leaned in close.



“Tom is so excited. He couldn’t concentrate at work today and knocked off early.”



I shared his pain. I’d gotten nothing done at work all day, either.



We found Tom in the den, watching sports on TV and sipping a drink. Jess kissed her husband hello.



“I’m going to change into something more comfortable,” she said as she turned and walked toward the back of the house.”You boys can start without me, but don’t have too much fun.”



Tom gave me a grin.



“I was hoping she’d say that,” he said.



He stood and removed his pants and underwear. His semi-erect cock dangled between his legs. Tom resumed his spot on the couch and I knelt between his knees, leaning in to take his dick head between my lips.



His cock stiffened between my lips and when he was fully hard, I opened my mouth and took him into my throat, closing my lips around the base of his dick.



Tom groaned with approval.



I held him deep in my mouth for a bit. I could feel the blood pulsing through his shaft. I wanted to work his load from his balls, but I knew that Jess would join us soon and that there was plenty of time to swallow his cum.



“Jess has made me wait all week,” he said.”l’ve been dying to get my cock in your mouth.”



I worked his Dick slowly, enjoying myself. I let his shaft slip from my mouth and pinned it against his groin with my toungue. Tom groaned his approval as I slowly licked from his balls to the tip of his dick.



I was enjoying myself so much, I didn’t hear Jess come back into the room. I don’t know how long she’d been standing there before Tom noticed her. When he did, he sat straight up, pulling his cock out of my reach.



“What the hell is that?” he asked.



I turned to look. I had never seen Jess look better. She was still wearing the heels from earlier and I could see now that her stockings were lace top thigh highs. She’d traded her dress for a sheer black lace babydoll that showcase her magnificent breasts.



But what captured my eye and Tom’s attention jutted out from between her legs and poked out under her negligie: the big blue silicone dick that she’d used on me the previous weekend.



“Do you like it,” she said with a mischievous grin, swaying her hips slightly so that the Feeldoe waved back and forth between her thighs.



“Just what do you intend to do with that?” Tom asked.



“I’m going to fuck his ass,” she said, giving me a look that wet me to scrambling out of my clothes.



When I was naked, I resumed my position between Tom’s legs, but with my butt in the air. I noted that his cock was still as hard as it had been as I sucked it.



As I took her husband’s erection into my mouth, I heard Jess crack open a bottle of lube and I felt the cool liquid drizzle into my ass crack. Another squirt must have gone on her shaft as I could hear her stroking her silicone cock.



She knelt between my upturned bottom and rubbed her cock head against my asshole. A small moan escaped my throat, which was filled with Tom’s stiff dick. The vibration of my throat caused him to moan, too.



Satisfied that I was ready, Jess pushed harder against my bottom and my sphincter gave way, allowing her cock head into my ass.



After pushing all the way in – I could feel the front of her thighs against the backs of mine – Jess was still, allowing me to feel the fullness of her dick in my bottom before she switched on the vibrator, causing me to moan some more.



We soon fell into an easy rhythm. I sucked her husband at the pace she fucked my ass. When she used long, slow strokes, so did I. When she quickened her pounding, I worked his cock faster with my mouth.



The increased pace was more than Tom could take.



“I’m cumming,” he said with a groan as he cupped the back of my head and pulling me deeper onto his cock. Behind me, Jess pushed her vibrating shaft all the way into my ass as her fingernails dug into my hips.



Between their moans and Tom’s warm seed filling my throat, I knew they were both getting off on me.



Before long, Tom released my head and I let his softening pricked slip from my mouth as Jess pulled out of my bottom and switched off the vibrator.



Jess made a round of drinks at the den’s bar and handed them out. I held mine, but didn’t take a sip, preferring to savor the taste of Tom’s cock and cum.



Tom’s curiosity couldn’t be contained.



“Something tells me that wasn’t the first time you two had done that,” he said.



Jess admitted that it wasn’t and began to tell her husband the story of our trysts, starting with the revelation that she knew he had continued to call me to his office to suck him off.



Tom made no comment, but motioned for his wife to continue.



Jess told him about the first time she visited my office after his early morning sex had left her needing to come. She told him of stopping by the office, needing to get off, and catching me masturbating to gay sex clips on the internet. Since I admitted to having never been fucked, she decided to buy the feel doe and do me herself.



“I’ve decided that if you can use his mouth for your pleasure, so can I,” Jess told Tom.”Is that going to be a problem?”



Tom shook his head no.



“Good. Now, speaking of his mouth, I’m ready for some more.”



I slipped onto the rug next to the couch and Jess squatted above my mouth, facing my feet. I stuck out my tongue and gently traced along the folds of her pussy as she shifted forward and gave me access to her backside.



I licked gently at her rosebud as she shuddered with pleasure. After a few minutes of eating her ass, Jess was ready for more attention up front.



She shifted again, pushing her soaked pussy into my face. As I licked and sucked her, I noticed a thicker consistency to the juices flowing from her snatch. Tom had said they’d not had sex all week, or I would have assumed he’d recently come inside her.



I didn’t have much time to ponder it, as Jess’s voice snapped me out of my reverie.



“Are you ready to go?” She asked her husband.”I want to see you fuck his ass.”



Between her thighs, I licked her faster.



“I can’t do that,” Tom said.”I’m not into guys.”



“But you can let him suck your dick?” She asked. “Bullshit. I can’t remember the number of times you’ve begged me for anal sex. Well, here’s your chance. You have a willing hole just waiting for your cock.”



If Tom had reservations, his dick did not. When Jess pulled her pussy from my face while reaching for the lube she’d used earlier, I could see his erection.



Jess settled over me and tapped on my thighs. I reached beneath my knees and pulled them toward my belly, opening my ass for her. I felt a squirt of lube in my crack and then heard her stroking some on her husband, too.



Tom took his spot between my knees and let his dick lay between my cheeks. He rubbed his cock over my asshole, causing my semi-erect dick to jump.



“He’s ready,”Jess said.”Fuck his ass.”



She lifted off me so I could watch. Tom grabbed his dick and began pushing at my opening. When he pushed forward, popping the head of his cock into my ass, all three of us moaned in delight.



Tom pushed the length of his dick into my ass and Jess decided my show was over. She plopped her dripping pussy back into my face.



The sensation of having a real man in my backside was amazing, and knowing his wife was watching him fuck me as I ate her pussy was almost more than I could take.



“How is it?” Jess asked her husband.



“It’s tight and hot,” he said through his strenuous breathing.”It’s way different than being inside of you.”



“I think he likes it, too,” Jess replied.



Clearly I did. Though it hadn’t been touched by anyone, I was almost completely hard and leaking pre-come onto my belly. I unlocked my hand from where it had been holding my legs open for Tom and reached for it.



Jess slapped my hand away and I put it back under my knee.



I felt a hand grip my shaft. By the motion of the stroking, I’m sure it was Jess. I was startled, in all of my encounters with both of them, this was the first time either had ever touched my cock.



Jess pushed her pussy into my face and began moving in a small circle. I knew she wasn’t far from coming, and with her husband’s working in and out of my ass, I was close, too.



I groaned into her pussy as my orgasm overtook me. My ass clenched on Tom’s cock as I came, intensifying the sensation as I shot rope after rope of warm cum onto my chest.



My anal ministrations were too much for Tom. He roared his approval and pushed all in, pumping his load into my ass. Jess, too, was pushed over the edge and came on my face.



As we lay there, our sweaty bodies tangled together, the aftertaste of both of them in my mouth, I smiled. My life was looking up.

(Special thanks to Bad Penny for her help in proofreading this story.)



*



“The key is anticipation,” Mistress Andrea said, preening her long, strawberry-blonde hair slightly and glorying in the astonished gazes of her fellow dommes. She held their gaze with her own green eyes, reveling in their awe. “That was what really took the longest, training robyn to not just obey me instinctively, but to anticipate my desires before I even expressed them. Needless to say, it wasn’t easy.”



robyn walked over to her, totally naked, holding a goblet. She had absolutely no hair at all, either on her head or body; Andrea liked her pets smooth and clean. “Mistress wants more wine,” she said dully, her blue eyes vacant. She was totally in subspace now, Andrea knew, absolutely incapable of understanding anything but obedience.



“Thank you, robyn,” Andrea said, taking the goblet of wine. “See, this is what I’m talking about,” Andrea said, sipping at the drink. “I didn’t even need to inform her that I was thirsty; she simply picked up on subconscious cues in my body language and went to go get me something refreshing. It’s all about anticipation.”



Joan took a long moment to find her voice. “And she doesn’t…” She kept staring at robyn as the slavegirl walked off behind Andrea to handle her duties, seeming absolutely bowled over with the sheer audacity of Andrea’s achievements. No surprise, really. Joan was always a bit of a ‘soft’ domme, far too lenient on her pets. She certainly couldn’t have imagined the kind of training regimen that Andrea had put robyn through. “She doesn’t notice anything unusual? Anything at all?”



Andrea laughed. “She’s not capable of noticing anything at all, Joan. I told you, the amount of hypnosis she’s been through, she probably doesn’t even know the rest of you exist. I’m the absolute center of robyn’s world.” Andrea didn’t even bother looking at robyn as she spoke. She was confident that robyn was handling her slave duties, there was no need to oversee her personally. In fact, that was the point of this whole endeavor. “Of course, it’s not just hypnosis. There’s more to it than that, but–”



robyn came up alongside Andrea, breaking into her conversation. “Mistress wants another piece of cheese,” she said dully. She held out a plate, and Andrea gratefully popped a bit of cheddar into her mouth.



“Thank you, robyn,” she said. “Where was I? Oh, of course. The training regimen. It’s not just hypnosis. It’s a combination of hypnosis and sensory overload. We all know that ‘subspace’ is the point where a submissive loses the ability to resist completely. I’m just making use of that state to facilitate her hypnotic conditioning. The two work together in a kind of synergy, putting the submissive into a whole new level of obedience–one where her core identity can be totally reshaped. Triggers and post-hypnotic suggestions are only the beginning. I can reshape someone’s entire personality, if I want.”



“Is…is that true?” Kara said, looking over at robyn’s naked body. robyn nodded her head absently, understanding that the question was directed at her even through the haze of trance. Andrea practically glowed with pride; certainly, she was proud of her own ability to bring robyn to this state, but she was equally proud of robyn’s talents as a slave. She couldn’t have taken just anyone and turned them into the perfect pet. No, Andrea needed to find a diamond in the rough, and while she might have turned out flawless work, robyn was the diamond she found.



“Unbelievable,” Kara said. “I never would have imagined it possible if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, but this is the proof.” Andrea was a little surprised at just how astonished Kara seemed. She’d seen Kara with her pet, dana, and while nobody was as obedient as robyn, dana did a pretty good job of coming close. “Tell us…” Kara’s eyes flicked back and forth between robyn and Andrea. “Tell us more about how you did it.”



robyn said, “Mistress wants a backrub,” as she set the cheese tray down. Andrea shifted position on the couch to allow robyn room to slide in behind her, and robyn’s talented fingers were soon working on her shoulders.



“Mmmm, that’s nice, pet,” Andrea said. “I started with hypnosis, of course. I put her under with a long induction, longer than usual.” She sighed softly at the way robyn’s hands relaxed her muscles. “I wanted her to be very deep for me by the time we started playing. Once I was satisfied that she was at the right level of trance, I tied her up.”



“Couldn’t you have just used a freeze trigger?” Joan asked. Joan was big into mind-play, less so into the physical aspects of BDSM. She barely even spanked her pets.



“I wanted to…mmm…” robyn worked the muscles of Andrea’s lower back in just the way she liked. “I wanted to accentuate the feeling of helplessness. She needed to be physically as well as mentally controlled.” Which was why Joan would never have a hope in hell of making her pet, mia, this obedient. “Then I started the sensory stimulation. Clothespins on the breasts, a vibrating butt plug up her ass…I used the crop on her for a long while. All the while, whispering suggestions. She was trembling like a leaf, weren’t you, robyn?”



“Yes, Mistress,” robyn said. “Mistress remembers me sinking into deep, helpless hypnotic trance. Mistress remembers turning me into an obedient slavegirl. Mistress remembers brainwashing me into a perfect slut.”



Andrea sighed happily at the memory of the day when robyn’s will broke completely, when even the subconscious resistance melted away and she became the perfect slave. “I kept alternating like that, physical stimulation and mental stimulation. It took the better part of a day, but by the end of it, robyn didn’t even know how to come out of trance anymore. After that, it was all just a matter of training.”



“And she doesn’t notice the trigger at all?” Joan asked.



“Not consciously, no. She just obeys.” Andrea rolled her eyes just a little at that. Surely Joan knew how post-hypnotic triggers worked by now? Anyway, it wasn’t like she used many on robyn. She didn’t need to. robyn anticipated her every desire now.



“Mistress wants her shirt off,” robyn said. Andrea lifted her arms as robyn pulled it up over her shoulders and off. robyn returned to her rubbing, now able to press her hands directly against Andrea’s flesh. “Mistress wants her bra off as well,” robyn said, unsnapping the hook and sliding the brassiere off.



“This is just…just incredible,” Kara said, leaning forward in her chair. “Is there anything she won’t do? Any suggestion she wouldn’t be able to integrate with the new personality?”



“None at all,” Andrea said, smiling softly as she felt robyn’s hands reach around to touch her breasts. “Everything just seems perfectly natural to her. On a subconscious level, she knows she needs to obey the commands, and her conscious mind will construct any rationalization necessary to make her think it’s all her own idea.” That wasn’t exactly how it worked, of course; Andrea knew for a fact that robyn didn’t have any conscious mind left to rationalize with. But she just needed to explain it all in a way that Kara would understand, so she used the jargon of ‘rationalizing’ to describe it. It was all perfectly simple.



“Mistress wants her breasts sucked,” robyn said, and Andrea shifted herself around to face her pet. She leaned back, letting robyn lick at her nipples with her oh-so-talented tongue.



“This is the best part,” she said, feeling robyn’s soft, kitten licks and occasional nips. “She knows so…ohhh…so perfectly what pleases me. Her mind…well, what’s left of her mind, it’s…” Andrea gasped just a little as she felt robyn’s tongue tracing around her aureola. “It’s working overtime to anticipate my needs.”



“Mistress wants to be naked now,” robyn said, and Andrea knew from the ache in her pussy that her slave had predicted her needs perfectly yet again. Andrea didn’t even wait for robyn’s help, she just unfastened her buttons and kicked her pants off urgently. Her panties quickly followed. Joan and Kara were probably a little surprised by the show, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen anything like it before. It was perfectly fine to get naked in front of the other two women. (robyn, of course, didn’t count.)



“But…but…” Joan seemed to be trying to put something very difficult into words. “But why would you do it?”



Of course. That was Joan, the big softy. Always trying to make her pets whimper with pleasure, stroking and pampering them like housecats. She didn’t understand what it was like to be a real domme, truly in charge of every thought in her slave’s head. “Mistress wants to bend over the couch now so i can finger-fuck her,” robyn said.



“I’d have thought it was obvious, Joan,” Andrea said as she shifted position. “I want to control her, completely and…ohhhh…” She spread her legs a little wider to allow robyn’s fingers better access to her cunt. “Completely and, nnnh…totally, want to, oh yes that’s good, want to have a sex slave who really…” Her pussy was slick and juicy now, soaking robyn’s fingers as they slid in and out. Andrea couldn’t help herself, she just kept thrusting at robyn’s hand. The other dommes would understand, they wouldn’t mind that she was presenting her hungry, aching cunt to them and pressing her face into the cushions of the sofa. They’d understand it was all part of her demonstration, all just another way of showing just how much control she had over robyn. “…who really knows the true meaning of obedience.”



“But don’t you want to give her orders?” Kara asked. “I mean, to other people, it doesn’t look like you’re in charge. I always thought showing off your dominance was half the fun.”



Andrea let out a loud, animalistic moan into the fabric of the couch as robyn began circling her clit with her other hand. “I am showing off my dominance. That’s the, oh fuck YES, oh…” She momentarily lost her train of thought in a burst of hot, red pleasure. “That’s the point. I’m so in charge I don’t need to give orders.”



“Mistress wants her ass whipped,” robyn said, taking her finger off of Andrea’s clit and reaching over to the table for the new riding crop that Kara had brought to show them. She picked it up, swished it in the air experimentally, and then brought it down on Andrea’s ass hard. Andrea moaned, her pussy clenching around robyn’s still-thrusting fingers.



“I didn’t just…oh…didn’t just want to give her orders,” Andrea said, her voice unsteady as the pleasure built towards a crescendo. “I wanted total control. Complete power.” The crop came down again…and again…and again, each snapping blow reddening her flesh as it mingled with the mounting orgasm. “And I have that with robyn, now.” She closed her eyes, loving the sensation of being naked, bent over the couch and finger-fucked while robyn whipped her ass. “I’m in charge of everything,” she said, and the realization of just how true that was sent her over the edge into orgasm.



It felt like an eternity before she finally came back from the heights of pleasure, her legs rubbery as she continued to bend over the couch. She couldn’t see the expression on the other two dommes’ faces, but she knew they had to be impressed by the degree of control she’d demonstrated over her pet.



“I have to admit,” Kara said, “I’m amazed.” Andrea felt like she was glowing with pride. She could hear the quiet awe in Kara’s voice, and more than a little arousal, too. “This is certainly every bit as impressive as you told us it’d be, Robyn.” Andrea almost laughed. Kara was so worked up by their little display that she’d even gotten the names mixed up.



Joan said, “Ditto for me. But, um, watching you two at work has left me wanting to try her out for myself.” She let out a little giggle. “Any chance I could borrow her for a few minutes, just to let loose a little tension?”



Andrea beamed with pride. They understood, then. They understood just how special a piece of conditioning this was, how much time and effort had gone into it all. They understood what a powerful, what a commanding hypnodomme she was. She opened her mouth, but robyn had already anticipated her needs before she could speak. “Mistress wants to lick Joan’s pussy,” robyn said, and Andrea turned and crawled, naked, towards Joan’s waiting body. robyn always knew what Andrea needed. That was what made her such a good slave, Andrea thought as she knelt in front of Joan and begin to softly lick. Part of her almost wished that robyn could be consciously aware of her complete submission, but Andrea knew, deep down, that it was so much hotter that she didn’t realize how enslaved she was.



“Mistress wants the strap-on inside her,” robyn said dully, and Mistress Andrea presented her cunt to be fucked.



THE END

CHAPTER 3: Alice is on her last legs



THE NEXT MORNING



Their panting sounds of pleasure were amplified as they echoed around the cell. This was the second time Carruthers had fucked Alice since they’d awoken and despite the numerous orgasms she’d screamed out, her body demanded even more.



The drugs rampaging through her system had her in permanent heat and she was rapidly reaching the stage where she no longer wanted to fight the effect. The feelings were too good to deny…



He was fucking her against the cell’s grey wall—her tits, face and the palms of her hands flattened against the cold surface. How could she love the roughness like this? Yet when he pushed the side of her head harder against the wall for leverage and pumped harder into her, she found herself groaning out her approval.



She’d worked out exactly where the camera was, the one that monitored them, and her gaze fixed upwards onto it as he thrust inside her. Was Herman watching them? That thought such a turn-on…



She hadn’t lost hope of their escape, but there wasn’t any doubt that the drug was diminishing her resolve, just as James had said it would.



Worse, she’d was being haunted by the increasingly vivid dreams whenever she was able to sleep. Yet rather than dreaming about the strawberry-blonde Gestapo woman, as she usually did, this time it had been Herman. He had entered her cell again and offered her a way to escape. But instead of running for the door as she knew she should, she had meekly sunk to her knees to take his huge dick deep in her throat.



It felt good to just switch off and submit, to be used, to offer her body to whoever wanted it. She now fully understood how the bastards could use the drug as a weapon in the war.



Yet in her increasingly rare rational moments, she was disgusted with herself for succumbing to the carnal needs of the body. How could she be so weak just to give in like this? She’d been trained to resist just about anything an enemy could subject her to. But not this…



Herman had practically raped her yesterday, for fuck’s sake. But could it be rape when she was a willing participant? The aphrodisiacal effect of the drug was all consuming and her resistance was fading fast.



Widening her legs with a happy moan, she gave Carruthers the extra access he wanted, groaning out as he changed angle and began to fuck her again.



“Harder, James,” she gasped.



Even the way her full breasts pushed flat against the cool surface was sending a surge of heat through her.



“Harder…”



But even as he began to comply, the door burst open suddenly. What was happening? Her sex-fuelled brain tried to focus as two guards entered the cell, with Herman behind them. Without a word, they strode forward, grabbed Carruthers by his hair and arms, and pulled him away from her.



“No!” she heard him cry.



But even as he tried to stop them, penis bobbing insistently infront of him, Herman pushed him solidly in the chest and sent him sprawling backwards onto the stone floor.



The two guards turned their attention to Alice, yanking her insistently toward the cell door. She tried weakly to fight them but with her head still clouded by sex, she was in no position to fight them.



As they dragged her outside, she could feel her body reacting to their touch. Maybe they were going to take her somewhere and fuck her? Her pussy flooded at the images her mind created and she instantly hated herself for being so aroused at the thought.



The hallway outside the cell was ice-cold and lit by recessed fixtures. Alice gasped in disorientation as the chill air sucked the heat from her sweat-soaked body, momentarily putting a brae on the drug’s effect.



“Where are you taking me?” she asked with a heated stammer, looking from one to the other. “Where? Tell me…”



They ignored her entreaties as they half-pulled and half-dragged her with them, without even a single word passing between the two of them. In normal circumstances she might have been able to fight them, particularly as Herman had stayed behind, but in her weakened state she knew they’d be way too strong.



But then, why should she try to resist? Not if they were going to fuck her…



They took her along several corridors into what appeared to be a separate part of the complex, finally stopping outside a door to their left. The guard holding her arm twisted it violently to make sure she couldn’t take advantage as the other handler let go of her and opened the door. Unceremoniously, they tossed her inside.



Her first glance as she fell into a heap on the cold metal floor told her the cell was empty but for her. It was the same layout as the cell she’d shared with James, except there was only one bed.



Alice’s heart dropped as the guards left her and she heard the cell door clang shut. They couldn’t do this to her! She needed a man to finish off the job that James had started this morning. If not a man then someone, something, to quench her aching needs.



Her fingers just didn’t seem to have the same appeal anymore. The drug had made her an addict … and sex was her fix.



There had to be some specific reason for suddenly changing her arrangements, but what? She couldn’t think at all, let alone rationally, not when all she wanted to do was fuck. She glanced at the door, knowing she should check it, look for anything that might bring her an advantage. Instead, she flopped down on the edge of the bed and slid her hand between her thighs.



———-



The metallic sound of the door opening made Alice bolt upright. She must have dozed off, her fingers still working between her thighs.



The two guards that had brought her there walked arrogantly into the cell, the heels of their black boots clacking on the hard floor. They exchanged a smile as they watched her touching herself and for a few moments they didn’t speak, their eyes just insolently running over her nakedness. The supercilious looks should have made her blush but she found herself sitting up on the bed, dropping her arms by her side and parting her thighs invitingly as they stared.



Perhaps they were going to fuck her?



Her mind was full of shame but her body was full of need.



“You come with us now,” the thickset guard suddenly said.



She shook her head in frustration. Why wasn’t it Herman standing infront of her rather than these two goons? He would have had his huge dick inside her by now!



Another thought occurred as the first of the two guards took a step towards her. If she resisted, they’d have to force her. That meant they’d have to lay their hands on her … on her naked body. And she so needed to be touched. She looked up at them again, hungrily this time.



“It’s time for your shower,” the first guard told her.



“Shower?”



For the first time since she’d arrived, she became aware of how dirty she was. Her grubby body was caked in a mixture of dirt, sweat and cum. Her hair was matted with dirt and sweat. Yes, a shower! It was long overdue and sounded like heaven on earth right now.



“Okay,” she said, quickly pushing off the bed.



The guard’s eyes were all over her again as she stood. She knew she should be sizing them up, working out how to take them out. It shouldn’t really be that difficult, even though she was exhausted. But the way their gazes were hungrily devouring every one of her curves had her heart palpitating in approval.



She stepped forward and provocatively brushed against the first guard on her way to the door, deliberately pressing her ass against his uniformed groin as she passed). He had to want her, didn’t he? And his friend? They could have her now, both of them, at the same time if they wanted, here in this cell. No one would know.



But instead of grabbing hold of her, he turned to the other guard again and spoke in German.



“Die Hündin ist heiß für sie. Genau wie all die anderen.”



They both laughed out loud.



———-



Alice tried to remain as stoic as possible outwardly but inside she was cursing herself. She had been placed on a chair, hands tied behind her back, a couple of feet away from the black couch that contained the formidable figure of Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier.



The shower had refreshed her mind as well as her body, temporarily diminishing the effects of the drug and allowing her to think a little more clearly. Her best opportunity of escape was to overpower the two guards, she’d told herself, and the best chance of that was as soon as she exited the small bathroom.



But even with a more rationale mind, the intense arousal that continued to bubble away under the surface had proved her undoing. Just washing herself had felt surreally erotic and she’d wondered if the guards would approve as she’d shampooed her long blonde hair and then fixed it high onto the top of her head.



Thoughts of overpowering them had immediately dissolved into a confused, shameless, state of thinking when she’d emerged naked from the room and seen the lustful way the two guards looked at her. One had even licked his lips. Her nipples had instantly prickled at the thought of each of them taking her there and then.



The idea was almost enough to spark off another orgasm.



Instead, they’d taken her to this room—Helga Bachmeier’s office—and tied her to the chair under the watchful and slightly amused gaze of the Obersturmfuhrer.



The British agent was only too well aware that Bachmeier’s ruthless reputation was only exceeded by her appetite for young women. The SS Commander hadn’t spoken to her yet, not even when the two guards had departed the room. She had just allowed her piercing dark eyes to take in every curve of Alice’s body.



The silence sent a chill to Alice’s core whereas the appraising gaze had brought about an unforgiveable tingling between her smooth thighs.



Physically, Bachmeier was nothing like Alice had expected. Her black hair was cut short in traditional dyke fashion, but despite the almost masculine style it actually suited her narrow face. Not only that, but she was extremely attractive in a conventional way, and it was clear even in her SS Officer’s black uniform that she had an athletic body.



Her triumphant dark eyes seemed to gleam as covered every inch of Alice’s naked body, checking her out over like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. Despite herself, Alice’s nipples came to life at the hypnotic gaze and she tried to regulate her breathing.



It was coming as fast as her pitter-pattering heartbeat.



Suddenly, Bachmeier rose and strolled nonchalantly behind her captive, still without a word. Alice felt herself tense nervously as the woman touched her blonde hair softly, unfastening it from high upon her head and allowing it to cascade down onto her naked shoulders.



Then she was back in front of Alice, leaning forward to lift her chin with the crook of her finger. Her dark eyes stared arrogantly into Alice’s from just a few centimetres away.



“Welcome to our complex, Fraulein Alice,” she spoke at last, those glossy red lips of hers a fraction away. “You look even lovelier than in the photographs I’ve seen.”



The blush that broke out on Alice’s neck rapidly spread across the whole of her body. An image came to her mind of this woman inspecting her photographs, perhaps even before she had been captured. Imagining what? The thought was as appalling as it was stimulating and she wanted to look away in her embarrassment.



But Bachmeier wasn’t about to allow her any sort of safety-blanket. Her hand held her chin firmly, ensuring that their gazes stayed fixed on one another.



“But of course, you were clothed then. I’m pleased to see you’ve become used to your nakedness here.”



Alice felt a flood of shame wash through her. She hadn’t really considered it until now but, yes, she had become used to being naked in here. Sometimes she didn’t even think about it. But now it had been pointed out, now that she was sitting naked infront of this sexual predator, in her office, her humiliation was obvious.



“It doesn’t seem fair, does it,” Bachmeier continued, her breath hot on Alice’s cheek as she deliberately whispered into her ears, “You being at such a disadvantage. Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if I removed my glorious SS uniform too…”



She took a couple of backward steps towards the leather sofa, her dark eyes still locked on Alice’s as she sat down. Her movements were deliberate and calculated as she slowly unzipped one shining black boot to the heel, followed by the other, and meticulously placed each of them to the right of the couch.



A faint smile touched her lips as she began to work open the stiff buttons of her jacket, her keen gaze observing her captive’s reactions. Alice tried to tear her eyes away, to look anywhere in the room except at this woman who was undressing infront of her, but it was impossible. She was a rabbit caught in the SS Obersturmfuhrer’s headlights.



“That’s it, Fraulein,” Bachmeier softly murmured as she continued to undress. “Watch … enjoy…”



Alice couldn’t help herself, little electrical currents finding their way to her sex as the dark-haired woman continued to reveal herself. Finally exposed in all its glory, she couldn’t help but admit to herself that the German woman’s body fully lived up to its promise.



Exceeded it, even…



Her large breasts were beautifully shaped, her pink nipples were thick and long, and the perfectly groomed black landing strip that guarded her puffy labial lips was cut into an SS shape.



“There,” Bachmeier said, triumphantly stretching herself so that her British captive had a full view of her nakedness, “that feels much better. You see, Fraulein Alice, we are on equal terms now, ja?”



She provocatively raised one knee so that Alice could see how moist she was, the large folds of her lips swollen and open with arousal. Extending her leg, she dextrously reached across the divide between them and placed her foot on Alice’s lap.



Alice felt her quickening pulse pounding at her temples and bit her lip as she tried to deny the arousal coursing through her veins. When she tugged at the ropes binding her hands in a desperate attempt to free herself, the futile action wasn’t lost on Bachmeier.



“Trying to escape, or trying to move closer,” she laughed harshly, slowly rubbing her foot upwards across her captive’s skin.



She stroked just the sole across Alice’s breasts, kneading each of them until she brought a moan. Satisfied at the reaction, she curled her toes around the British agent’s right nipple and tugged gently.



The effect brought another moan, louder this time.



Alice had often wondered if there was a direct connection between her nipple and her clitoris, and Helga Bachmeier was close to proving the connection. She gritted her teeth and pressed her thighs more tightly together as she tried to resist the urges building inside her, but when the German woman switched breasts and repeated the action, the orgasm was on her before she knew it.



She couldn’t contain her humiliating scream of pleasure as the whole of her body began to tremble and shake.



“So noisy,” Bachmeier purred as she triumphantly watched her captive cum. “I love that.”



She flexed her leg and dipped her toes along Alice’s sex, covering them in her juices before raising her foot and rubbing her glistening toes across her captive’s half-open mouth.



“Suck,” she commanded firmly.



Alice’s eyes widened and she tugged at her binding again, without any effect. Even in her hazy sex-fuelled state, she understood the humiliation that went with the command. She tried to turn her head away but Bachmeier was already forcing her big toe between her lips and using it to hold her head steady.



“Like a cock,” she insisted firmly. “Show me how you suck a cock.”



Alice closed her eyes as she tried to resist … but the toe was moving back and forward inside her mouth now and it was all too easy to think of it as a cock. Herman’s cock? Despite her reluctance, she found that she was already beginning to work the woman’s big toe between her lips, and with each suck the need inside her became more powerful.



Her efforts quickly became more intense as the drug inside her re-established itself. Saliva began to drool from her mouth as she sucked her prize and she felt herself give a whimper of disappointment when the German woman eventually pulled her foot away.



“Very good, Fraulein Alice,” Bachmeier chuckled. “I think I shall keep you as Helga’s little pet when the war is over. You’d like that, ja?”



This time her chuckle was louder as she lowered her leg, scraped her toes slowly and deliberately along Alice’s chin, neck, breasts and stomach until her foot rested between her thighs again.



“Open up,” she softly instructed, pushing her legs apart.



The resistance written all across the British agent’s aroused expression impressed the Obersturmfuhrer. This was a strong-minded woman, and that made her triumph all the more satisfying.



The young woman was summoning all her strength in an effort to resist and yet even the gentlest prod with her toes brought a weak moan of lust and forced those smooth thighs even further apart.



Her captive would soon learn that defiance was futile, the drug saw to that.



Alice blinked her eyes in an attempt to stop her head from spinning. Dizziness merged with arousal, need combined with revulsion. Goosebumps covered her entire body. Bachmeier’s foot had found her wetness, her big toe teasing her insistently as it ran along the full length of her opening and gently parted her labia.



A voice in the furthest reaches of her mind screamed that she had to get a grip; that she was here for a reason. But the intense orgasm bubbling away inside her instantly swatted the thought away before it barely had a chance to materialise.



Bachmeier’s toe was inside her now, gently easing back and forward. It had felt like a cock in her mouth and now it felt like on inside her sex. She widened her legs to gain a better friction and then began to push back, violently fucking herself on it until she let out a wail as her climax ripped from her body.



Bachmeier smiled knowingly as she continued to gently move the toe inside her captive, pacing her down from the throbbing orgasm until the tremors began to die away. Only then did she stand up from her position on the couch and untie Alice’s hands.



“We won’t need these right now, ja,” she gently told her.



———-



The Obersturmfuhrer’s voice was soft and comforting—designed to provide reassurance to her hazy victim—but with a commanding edge to her tone that demanded obedience.



As she spoke, she took hold of Alice’s limp shoulders and manoeuvred the bemused blonde onto the couch beside her. This was the moment she loved the best. When her captive was so confused and aroused that she became putty in her hands. Her athletic body twisted like a cat and she straddled Alice, hovering above the British agent and holding her engorged folds inches away from her pretty face.



“One good turn deserves another, isn’t that what you English say?” she chuckled.



She slowly dragged her sex across Alice’s face as she asked the rhetorical question, leaving a wet, glistening trail across the young woman’s forehead, nose, cheek, lips and mouth.



“I know you want to show me just how grateful you are, ya?”



To reinforce her words, she scraped herself across Alice’s face again. It brought a moan from her newest captive. This was a strong woman, she knew, but right now all resistance had drained out of her.



Her body would be throbbing all over and her mission would be long forgotten in her head. It was almost impossible for her to think straight other than an overwhelming need to obey her captor’s demands.



“Show me,” Bachmeier commanded, pressing home her advantage. “Show your Mistress how much you need her…”

She settled her sex just above Alice’s lips, ensuring that the needy woman would have to act of her own volition to reach her.



There was only a brief second’s hesitation as Alice unsuccessfully fought the demons inside her. She had no chance. The intoxicating scent of the German woman’s sex would be fuelling her lust. It was the same with every captive the Obersturmfuhrer brought to her office.



Then her hands were reaching up, curling around Bachmeier’s well formed thighs, holding her in place as she stretched her neck upwards. The German let out a soft growl at the first lap of that sweet tongue.



“You and I are going to get on so very well, Fraulein Alice…”



TWENTY FOUR HOURS LATER



Alice lay on her bed, idly fingering herself. In her half-awake and half-asleep state she was obediently lying between Helga Bachmeier’s thighs, eagerly lapping at that delicious pussy. The German woman’s hand was softly stoking her hair while she gasped out her instructions.



“Clitoris…”



Her grip on Alice’s hair tightened, dragging her head up a little, just to ensure the message was clear.



Alice moaned in compliance, attending to her like a thirsty woman in the desert. The need to make Helga Bachmeier squirt all over face again was overwhelming. When it had happened that first time, in her office, it had been as if the German woman was marking out what she owned. Alice had cum instantly!



It had become difficult to distinguish between her dreams and reality. In some ways, it didn’t matter. Not anymore…



She eagerly lapped at the juices sprayed over Bachmeier’s thighs, her hands between her own thighs as her tongue cleaned her. God, she was going to cum again. Just from tasting the German woman.



Bachmeier was above her, encouraging her, grinding on her face…



Oh fuckkkkk!



The violent orgasm brought her out of her sleep, out of her dream. Her hand was buried between her own thighs, still rubbing herself, seeking more of the same. One climax never seemed to be enough anymore. That was the remarkable thing—each orgasm only made her want more.



She shifted on the bed, glancing around her prison cell as reality kicked in again. It did every so often, but it never lasted for long. And it was always hazy. She tried to cling on to what James Carruthers had told her—that it was the drug that was affecting her this way—and she told herself she had to escape, she had to complete her mission.



But then the reality was quickly swept as another surge of arousal burst through her naked body. When that happened, her need for satisfaction overwhelmed any other rational thought in her mind.



Everything she had heard about Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier’s sexual needs had turned out to be true. The woman was insatiable. But then, with the drug inside her, so was she. She had been with the German on three separate occasions now and each time the woman had used her continuously, over and over.



And each time, Alice had willingly complied with every new demand.



The only thing missing was her overpowering need for cock, but Bachmeier had even promised to solve that problem. She intended to use her strap-on on Alice during their next liaison… ———-



The German woman no longer tied her hands when they were together, confident that she had broken her captive’s spirit. Alice tried to tell herself that this was her chance to make some sort of move, or die in the attempt, but instead she was whimpering like a two-dollar whore as Bachmeier thrust the large strap-on phallus inside her.



The Obersturmfuhrer’s firm hand was in the middle of her back, keeping her bent firmly forward over the large desk in her office.



Alice’s aching legs were spread as wide as they would go and the way her full breasts were pushed down into the soft leather top felt wonderful. Who could have thought that being taken like this could be so fulfilling? She could barely move as Bachmeier held her firmly, except to raise her hips up to force the phallus as deep as possible inside her already dripping pussy.



Each orgasm was blending into the next…



Just the sight of the otherwise naked Bachmeier with the black strappy thrusting upwards from her thighs had been enough to bring her to the verge of a climax. And now that it was inside her, she was pushing her hips back in response to each hard thrust.



Bachmeier was fucking her just as well as any man had ever done and, God, it felt so good to be taken like this.



It felt almost … right … as if it was meant to be…



“You like that, my pet, ya?”



“Ngh… fuck… yes,” Alice heard herself gasp.



She hated herself for admitting it, but somehow the confession only added to the eroticism of the moment.



That wasn’t all … she hated this woman for being an enemy of her country, hated her for using the drug to control her. And yet, as detestable as Bachmeier was, the dark haired butch lesbian was simply the most ferociously assertive lover she had ever experienced.



She continually talked to her as she dominated her, telling her that she was her Mistress now, and that Alice would remain her pet after the war was over. That idea had appalled her at first but now it had begun to seep into Alice’s psyche. How could it be possible that the thought had begun to turn her on so much? But then, how could she not be so turned on when Bachmeier fucked her as well as this?



Even the way she wrapped her fingers in Alice’s blonde hair, yanking her head upwards so that she was forced to stare at their reflections in the mirror. The way her German lover’s large breasts bounced with each forward thrust only added to the all-pervading heat inside her.



So did the wanton sight of herself. Her pretty blonde hair was matted to her forehead and her face was flushed. She looked like such a slut. And with every thrust that Bachmeier made, her head was slammed visibly forwards and her half-open mouth widened further. Her asscheeks were red, too, from the way her lover slapped her in time with each thrust. Another slap followed, then another. When Alice moaned in half-hearted protest, Bachmeier’s hand drifted down between her legs and softly rubbed her clit. The protests stopped instantly as Alice came again, louder than ever.



She’d always been noisy during sex but this wonderful woman brought out the very best of her.



Bachmeier’s reflection grinned at her as she leant forward to bite at her shoulder. Her teeth left yet another mark on Alice’s skin. There were so many now. Marks of ownership.



Yet curiously, each bite had a side effect that Alice tried to focus on. The instant pain temporarily cleared her hazy mind, giving her a brief moment of clarity before she was consumed by the sexual waves again. Use it, she told herself. Use the pain.



She curled the fingers of her right hand around the big glass ashtray on the desk infront of her, knowing that her aim would have to be perfect.



Bachmeier’s hand had returned to her long, blonde hair now, grabbing her locks and yanking her head up from the desk again. She had a triumphant look on her face as she held it suspended in the air, using the moment to emphasise to Alice that she was in complete control.



“Tell Helga how much you love this,” the German woman snapped, thrusting harder.



The heavy desk moved a fraction under each renewed thrust.



“Tell Helga how much you love her…”



Alice felt like she was in danger of blacking out from the wonderful ferocity of the onslaught. Her head was spinning in lust overload as yet another climax began to make its way to the surface and her fingers began to loosen on the ashtray as she gave in to the moment.



But then, Bachmeier leant forward and bit her shoulder again.



As the instant pain ripped through her, she grasped the ashtray again. Anchoring the soles of her feet on the floor, her calves screamed in protest as she used every vestige of her remaining strength to twist her body away from the plunging strap-on and fling out her hand wildly.



———-



The ashtray caught the stunned Bachmeier across her cheekbone. She hadn’t even considered that her captive had any resistance left in her. It wasn’t the perfect blow, but it was sufficient to send her a couple of steps backward and Alice followed up with as viscous a punch into her kidneys as her exhausted body could manage.



It was a punch that would have put most people down but to her astonishment, Bachmeier fell to one knee with a roar of pain but then started to rise up again. Standing tall, Alice drew back her hand and forced her open palm into the German’s face, driving her nose upwards towards the front of her brain.



Blood burst from her face, splattering across Alice’s naked body. As Bachmeier dropped to the floor, Alice pulled back her leg and a final kick to the head rendered the German Obersturmfuhrer unconscious.



For a few seconds, it was all Alice could do to lean backwards against the desk, trying to gather both her breath and her strength. She needed to pull herself together before Bachmeier could recover and raise the alarm. Once she felt some strength returning, she quickly began to dress in the German uniform, checking her appearance in the mirror when she was done.



It would do for now, she told herself. Until the alarm was raised, she could just about pass for a German Officer in front of any unsuspecting guard.



The whole of her body was aching but she had to forget how weary she was for now. She could rest later. If she was discovered, the next thing she’d face would be the firing squad. She had to act quickly, but something in the back of her heated mind told her that escaping wasn’t enough. She had a mission to complete..



Wiping some of Helga Bachmeier’s blood from her face, she hurried to the Stern & Hoeller document cabinet in the corner of the office. It was locked but that didn’t present a problem. She had it open in a few seconds flat. Rifling through the files, it seemed that good fortune wasn’t just on her side, it was overflowing.



There were several coloured files marked ‘GG1′ and despite her need for haste, she took her time to identify the key pieces of information contained therein. My God, it was all there. Details of the effects, past test subjects, the reactions to the formula, tests, results, even a whole section containing details of an antidote as well as the formula.



It was a goldmine of information for her agency…



She stuffed the files inside the loose-fitting Obersturmfuhrer’s jacket, fastening it more tightly around her frame. Her head was pounding and the irresistible need for more sex was beginning to strengthen inside her body. Damn the drug!



She briefly wondered if she could somehow take James Carruthers with her, but quickly dismissed the idea. There were too many guards. Besides, her immediate problem was whether she was going to have the strength to make it out of the complex herself. Even in peak physical condition, the few days here had taken a lot out of her.



She’d noticed that the door that led out of the complex was to the right of the Obersturmfuhrer office. There’d be guards waiting for her, but she didn’t have time to worry about how many she’d have to face. Time was of the essence.



Taking Bachmeier’s pistol in her right hand, she opened the office door and hurried out into the corridor.



Her sudden appearance took the first guard by surprise. By the time he reached for his gun, a bullet in his brain had taken care of the problem. A second guard charged around the corner at the sound of gunshot and Alice shot him between the eyes.



Maybe Herman was nearby, her hazy mind thought from nowhere as she glanced around. Her lips curled into a snarl as she decided she’d shoot him between the legs if she found him. But, dammit, just the sudden thought of the bastard’s huge cock had her aroused again…



Focus, she screamed at herself, focus!



Pushing herself forward, she was out of the door within seconds…



The sharp night air helped her regain a second wind, but from now on her plan was sketchy at best. She had hidden her transmitter near the worker’s hostel from where she’d been captured but even if it hadn’t been found, the question was how to get there. There wasn’t any way she’d have the strength to return to the border by foot.



She crossed the narrow span of open ground and gingerly made her way across two sets of rail tracks, stopping to rest twice despite the small distance travelled. Was she really this out of shape? Not only that, the way her nipples rubbed against the inside of the jacket as she moved was sending irresistible messages down between her thighs.



She said a silent prayer. If ever she needed fate to be on her side, it was now. Her weary legs were becoming more leaden with very step and her wet pussy was tingling insistently, demanding immediate attention.



Calling on every reserve of strength, she slowly followed the track around the back of an outhouse, her breath coming out in sharp pants.



Tears began to brim up in her eyes at the sight confronting her.



Several cars were parked together, but it was the motorcycle standing near them that took her eye. A Zundapp K-800 if she wasn’t mistaken. It was much more manoeuvrable than any of the cars, and if there was sufficient petrol in the tank, she might just to be able to make it all the way to the border. Fate hadn’t let her down and she glanced up to the night sky, sending out a silent prayer of gratitude.



She hurried towards the motorcycle, telling herself that the thrum of the engine between her thighs would temporarily take care of the increasing needs in her body. And if she needed to stop and attend to herself along the way, so be it.



She silently pushed it for a hundred yards or so until she was happy she could rev it up without being heard. There weren’t any keys in the ignition, but that wasn’t an issue, not with her training. Within seconds, the heaven-sent Zundapp K-800 had roared into life and she and the motorcycle were racing towards the French border.



TWO WEEKS LATER



It felt both surreal and yet somehow comforting to be back at the War Office. There had been times when Alice had doubted she would ever see it again.



There had been an odd air of familiarity when she’d first arrived. The chair she occupied was the same as when she’d been allocated the mission. The smartly attired Head of MI5 sat on the same leather Chesterfield sofa opposite her.



The difference was that this time, he had a smile on his face.



She’d fully debriefed him on everything that had happened from the time she’d been airlifted to France to the moment she’d returned to England—except for her sexual activities with James Carruthers and the others, of course. They’d remain her secret.



It was the same debrief she’d given to the boffins on her return to England one week earlier. Except then, she had been a little more … excitable. The couple of days it had taken the scientists to test the formulas—the drug itself, and the antidote—had seemed like weeks.



The effect of the drug had definitely intensified within her since she’d arrived back in England and just the recollections of her sexual activities with Helga Bachmeier had her ready to fuck anything that moved. Fortunately for her, she had a couple of old boyfriends she could call on and so she had been able to give vent to her needs while keeping her predicament relatively hush-hush. But was it obscene to think she actually missed the German woman’s attentions this much?



“Fascinating,” the Head of MI5 murmured, bringing Alice’s attention back to the present.



She crossed and re-crossed her legs as he took his time studying the documents in the file infront of him. Despite the antidote she’d been given, if she didn’t get out of there soon she might have to resort to letting the old man take her there and then across his desk.



Alice smiled wryly to herself as the thought made her body shudder a little in anticipation. Had Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier succeeded in her work, then she’d be on a daily diet of sex. Even as it was, the boffins had made it clear that the antidote could still permanently leave some residual effects of the drug in her system.



Hurry up, she silently willed him. I need to get out of here…



“Quite fascinating,” he added, “although it’s clearly impractical, of course. Such a drug couldn’t possibly work in the way they intended. That’s the problem with the Germans. They don’t have the imagination to win the war. How did you get back to England, by the way?”



Alice tried to disguise her blush as she told him what he needed to know. The rest would remain between her and the French Resistance. She’d run into them almost by accident the morning after her escape. At first the German Gestapo uniform she was wearing had produced some confusion, but once she’d spoken to their leader—an earnest and passionate young man whose physical resemblance to Jonny Depp was uncanny—the misunderstanding was soon addressed.



It transpired that the German’s desperate attempts to recapture her had led to news of her escape from the complex being leaked out, and the Resistance had been looking for her throughout the night.



“How is James,” she asked, changing the subject.



“Recovering. Thanks to the information you provided, we were able to get him out, but it looks as if it will be a while before he’s coherent enough to add to your story.”



Alice nodded, reminding herself that it was important to ensure that their stories tallied. He would no more want details of their lurid sexual activities to be let out than she did. But that wasn’t the only reason she would be visiting him tomorrow. If the antidote could still permanently leave some residual effects of the drug in her system, it would be the same with his. Would he want to fuck her again? She hoped so.



Her thoughts returned to her final link up with the members of the Resistance again. Who better than the French to come to her assistance? Once she’d explained her predicament, and the sexual impact of the drug, their looks of amazement had quickly turned to grins and each man had willingly taken his turn in ‘helping her out’ throughout her journey to safety.



She had always enjoyed a huge sexual appetite but had never wantonly abandoned herself as thoroughly as she had that night. It wasn’t just the effect of the drug, she realised, it was as if something already inside of her head had just simply been amplified.



She’d never been fucked as thoroughly in her life—well, except by Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier, that was…



FOOTNOTE



The tall German woman pushed back her short dark hair as she languidly rotated her smooth sex on the petite Latina girl’s face. The fingers of her right hand were curled in her hair, holding her head steady as she lazily covered the girl’s face with her juices.



Juanita had been shy at first, but the drug had quickly released the girl’s true nature. It was a long time since she’d had anyone quite so subservient and the nineteen year old beauty had proven herself to be the best pussy-licker Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier had experienced … well, since the blonde British agent, that was.



She had closed down the complex almost as soon as it had been confirmed that Fraulein Alice had escaped from the complex. The token presence she’d left was designed to deceive the British invaders into believing that their rescue mission had been successful.



She’d even left a number of their prisoners there, for rescue, including Carruthers. He’d outlived his usefulness and his liberation would leave the British congratulating themselves on the success of their smash-and-grab raid. And the outdated research papers she’d left would be enough to convince the British they had all the information they needed on her work. She’d even gone to the trouble of hiding the more contentious documents in a safe to magnify their importance.

I’ve been waiting days for this. I’ve soaked through my panties every day thinking about what I’m going to do to you when we’re alone. I can’t wait to kiss you. Entangle my fingers in your hair at the base of your neck, grab you roughly, and bite your neck.



I’ll catch you from behind, and whisper in your ear, “I know what you like. I know what will make your little pussy spasm.” Before you have a chance to protest, I slip my fingers down your shorts, and find you already wet. I smile behind you, and shove my fingers into you quickly, and just as quickly pull them out. Whether you know it or not, it’s going to be a long night for you.



I shove you down on the bed, yank off your shorts and underwear, and spread your legs. I run my hands over your ass before spanking you twice…hard. Your knees buckle a little, and I spank you again, “Get your ass in the air! I want full access to your sweet pussy, whether you give it to me, or whether I have to take it by force.”



“No, mistress, please!” But we both know you want it. We got our safe words worked out and besides, you know I would never hurt you. I smile knowing you’re saying no but your pussy is getting wetter every time I slap your ass. Still bent over the side of the bed, I see your cum start to drip down your leg. I can’t wait to stick my tongue in your pussy. But I can control myself, and I’m going to make you control yourself as well.



I see you start to turn around to see what I’m doing, and I push you back down. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m in control here!” And I bring my hand down on your ass. Twice more I spank you, hard, and finish by caressing away the sting. I push you back down, and force your legs wider, forcing your ass higher in the air.



While slowly tracing lines around your soaked pussy, I talk calmly to you, “I’m going to fuck you tonight. I’m going to tease your cunt, and ass. I’m going to make you beg me for mercy. And maybe, I’ll let your little pussy have an orgasm.” Then I shove one finger into you. You’ve already been moaning in frustration but you screamed at the sudden intrusion into your hole. I’m drumming my fingers on the inside of your pussy, and your hips have started to move against me, trying to get more and more of me into you. But this is my game. I pull it out, spank you again, and tell you to turn around. I kiss you intensely before saying, “Get on the bed, on your back,” with a growl.



I get your shirt off and pin down your hands. I’m so hot for you, absently grinding into your crotch. I’m not sure I want to make you wait because I’m not sure if I can wait to fuck you, but I want to draw this out. I want to make this feel as long as it has since the last time we had sex. I’ve been waiting too long to tease you the way I know you love to be teased. Too many nights my mind has gone crazy thinking of all the things I would do to your naked body, while my hands furiously worked my clit till I came. But now, I’m finally getting to do everything I thought of.



I get control of myself and focus on getting the restraints around your wrists and ankles. Once I have you tied down, I pull them taut and smile when I see you completely spread out on my bed.



Now, taking my time, I slowly pull off my clothes and absently stroke my clit. I can feel you watching me, and turn around to find you biting your lip and staring at me with fire in your eyes, probably thinking of how you’re going to get me back.



I put on some music. Very low though…I don’t want to take away from your moans. I go to blindfold you, but before I slip it over your head I give you a kiss and tell you how much I love you. It’s important to me to make sure you know it’s still just a role I play. But before too long, the blindfold is on and the game has continued.



I walk around the bed, deciding what to do first. I want to start slow. So I start teasing your nipples. I take one in my mouth and roll the other between my fingers. Pulling just a little at the end, knowing how much you enjoy the pressure. Giving the other a fair amount of treatment as well, I can’t wait any longer to get to your pussy.



Slowly kissing my way down, I trace your pussy lips with my fingers. You’re so wet, and I love it. With my head between your legs, I spread your pussy and lick from your dripping hole to your clit, leaving it with just a flick, before I go back down and shove my tongue down your cunt. Your back arches off bed, but you aren’t able to get far before the restraints hold you down, and you scream, “FUCK!” I replace my tongue with two fingers, finding no resistance because of how wet you already are, and lick up to your clit.



I’m flicking your clit with my tongue and sucking it like I’ll never have the chance again, all the while fucking you with my fingers. Your face is contorted in pleasure and you look so sexy…Your hands grabbing at nothing in the air, your mouth open, and your hips bucking on my face.



I can feel you getting closer so I stop everything, and hear you moan in frustration, “Please, baby,” but not yet. Right now, I can’t wait any longer. I won’t be able to control myself. I get on top of you and let my pussy hover over your mouth. You smile because you know where I am, and you open your mouth. I sit on your face, and cum almost immediately. You’re tonguing my pussy and I’m rubbing my clit, and it’s only seconds before I’m cumming on your face. I get off and let you calm down a little. You have this satisfied smile on your face, knowing you made me cum so fast.



I get some ice, and run it over your body, placing little kisses here and there. I rub it all over your pussy, a mixture of hot and cold that I can tell you’re enjoying. But now my patience is running thin…I want to fuck you. Now. I quickly loosen the restraints, take off the blindfold, and say, “On the edge of the bed. Spread your legs, and get your ass in the air.” I reposition the cuffs, and get them tightly around your ankles, forcing your legs even wider. I get your wrists tied down too. I give you a quick spank before pulling on the harness.



Once I have it all in place, I get the plug and vibrator ready. I slowly dip a finger in your pussy and you moan loudly. I take it out and slowly start pushing it into your ass.



You try to resist, “Please, mistress, no. I can’t!” But hearing you say mistress, I know better than to stop. As I slowly work my finger into your ass you continue your protests. But in between the, ‘please don’t’ and ‘no more, please!’ I hear you moaning, wanting more and more.



You’re ready, and I can tell. I take my finger out, and you know the plug is coming. I start pushing it against your tight little asshole, while you say, “No! I can’t take anymore!” Your moaning is getting heavier and heavier and I want to fuck you before you cum, so I shove the whole plug up your ass, quickly and without resistance.



You scream in pleasure, “FUCK YES!” You’re so close, you’ve abandoned the role play, but I don’t care. You’re only minutes from cumming harder than I’ve made you come before, and I can’t wait to push you over that edge. For now though, I’ll let you wait there, with that big plug, even the slightest movement will tease your cute little ass.



I give your clit a quick flick with my tongue and then spank you one last time. You’re back into the role, saying, “Please, don’t mistress. I can’t do this! What are you doing to me?” Before I fuck you silly, I take the vibrator and shove it all the way in your pussy, at the highest level. You’re strapped down, on the side of my bed, with a vibrator deep in your pussy, and a plug deep in your ass. I’m so close to cumming myself just watching you, helplessly begging for me to let you cum.



“Please let me cum mistress! I can’t wait any longer!” So I pull out the vibrator and start fucking you. I’m fucking you so hard with this dick. All the way in and all the way out. You’re screaming in earnest now, screaming into my sheets for me to fuck you harder. I shove it in all the way, and stay there for a minute, moving it around inside you, before I pull it out and push it all the way back in. You’re grabbing at my sheets and pulling at the restraints.



“FUCK YES BABY! JUST LIKE THAT! DON’T STOP!” The harness is hitting my clit with every thrust into your wet pussy, and I’m close to cumming myself. I have one of my hands around your neck and one on your hips, pulling you back onto my huge strap-on cock. I’m ramming in and out of you, with the plug still in your ass.



I can tell you’re getting close, and there’s no going back this time. So I keep fucking you, mercilessly, while you scream, “FUCK YES! FUCK ME HARD BABY! I’M SO CLOSE!” I reach around and start rubbing your clit, while still pounding your pussy. The back of the dildo is ramming into my clit and I know I’m going to cum soon as well.



My mouth is right at your ear and I moan, “Cum for me, baby,” as you scream, “FUCK YES! I’M CUMMING!” I push into you one more time, and I start cumming myself.



We can barely move, but I pull the dildo and plug out of you, and reach down to remove the cuffs from your ankles. I hop on the bed, un-do your wrists and pull you up on the bed with me. We collapse together, on the pillows and pull the sheet over us. I pull you close and start drawing lazy circles on your back. I know you always enjoy it, which is fine with me because I never get tired of doing it. “Wow,” … “I know. I missed that…And I missed you.” “I missed you too baby.”



Stay tuned for the next chapter, The Morning After! :)



*No lesbian or bisexual women were harmed in the making of this story*

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