Henry’s punishment
I entered the bedroom and found Lottie had wrapped herself in the velvet blanket, awkwardly sitting on the edge of the bed, anxiously peering at me. The cold in the room made my own body shiver unpleasantly, some of it due to the freezing rain that persistently rapped on the window seal, some because of the pure exhaustion after my short bout of illness as well as previous wrestling and final conquest of Lottie.
“Peter took Sabine home,” I announced to the girl sitting on the bed and took hurried steps toward the window, closing it hastily, hoping that the slight warmth that was lazily flowing through the air downstairs wound find its way up to the bedroom.
“You shouldn’t have brought her out here in this weather.” Lottie said and I spun around, surprised that she muttered a sentence beyond a word or two. I grinned.
She shifted uncomfortably, wrapping the blanket tighter around her body, not returning my smile. After all that we’ve done together she still felt shame and embarrassment. That fact alone warmed me up inside and I slowly walked to the bed, plopping next to her, putting my arms around her shoulders. I pressed a kiss on the side of her head, her wild hair tickling my nose, filling it with the sour smell of lemon scent.
“Look, Lottie!” I exclaimed as if just remembering the book in my hand, a gift that I decided to present her with in hopes that it might relax her and make her see that what we were doing was done all the time by others and was no big deal, as she believed it had been. It was an erotic story with many sketches and little paintings to make the descriptions more visible to the reader.
“Can you read?” I asked and she nodded, not offended by the question at all. So many servants were illiterate; their employers believing that holding them in ignorance might make them better workers, trying hard to keep them away from the radical beliefs of fools who swore allegiance to equality and liberation. I never particularly cared for that movement one-way or the other. I didn’t see anything wrong with people believing in changes, however, my wife Sophia always made certain that none of that nonsense entered our household.
Lottie’s ability to read surprised me somewhat, but I was glad, as this would make it much easier on me. I decided not to bother her with reading at the moment, choosing to show her the pictures instead.
Awkwardly, with one free hand, I opened the book and browsed through the pages, searching for what I wished Lottie would be willing to do for me. I stole a side-glance at her and noticed that she was peering towards my lap, where the book rested as I speedily flipped through, trying to find the page that interested me.
All of a sudden she spasmed and shivered violently, throwing her head back and tightening her body as if expecting a blow. I let go of her shoulders and looked at her worriedly. Is she having a seizure? I didn’t ever remember Johann telling me she was epileptic, Herminna was notoriously terrified of any kind of illnesses and diseases; every servant of hers was healthy as a horse, or they weren’t in her service for much longer.
Lottie shook her head and smiled at me. “Just a goose.” She explained, her face blushing.
“A who?” Now I was really confused.
“A goose just walked over my grave.” She stated, satisfyingly nodding her head. The expression on my face must have been one of wonder and utter confusion, as this was the first time that I heard her laugh heartily. “My mother says that.” She noticed she had my full attention and went on: “She says that whenever the goose walks over the place where you will be laid to rest after you die, you get shivers like I just did.” She giggled like a little girl. “Sometimes I think that my last place of rest will be in the middle of some goose farm, you know. I get shivers like these often.”
I rolled my eyes. Old witches’ tales that servants always seemed to be so eager to believe in. A goose, indeed.
“No goose, Lottie, you’re simply cold.” I recovered, thankful for an opportunity to get her under the bed cover without struggle. “Come, let’s get comfortable.” I got up and only then did I notice that she was still wearing her boots. I knelt in front of her and with great care, started undoing the black laces. They were broken in few places, tied together awkwardly, numerous knots making it hard to make my task smooth and quick.
Lottie simply sat on the edge of the bed, still hugging herself with the velvet blanket, carefully observing me. I pulled off her boots one by one, taking each of her small feet in my hands, gently massaging them. Lottie pulled her feet away from me and giggled. “I’m ticklish.” She announced, careful not to kick me.
I pulled the heavy cover off the bed and pushed Lottie down, playfully tucking her in as if she was a little girl. She seemed to have calmed down some, accepting my presence and actions with nothing more than a curious observation. And a lot of blushing, of course.
I unbuttoned Johann’s shirt, which I hastily put on when Peter knocked on the door. I was careful not to rip it in pieces as I did the previous one. Despite the numerous shirts in Johann’s closet, it would have been just my luck to ruin his favorite one beyond repair. As I undid my pants and let them drop to my ankles, the shy Lottie took over and she looked away, her face hot with embarrassment.
I simply shook my head. This time I would not be deferred by her shyness. I realized that beneath all that lay a passion so hot and in need of exploring, Lottie had hard time coping with the fact herself. I would just ease her into it.
As I crawled in the bed, she turned on her side, her back towards me. If she was trying to tell me to leave her alone, I was not listening. Once under the cover, I tried to pry the velvet blanket off her body, but she clung onto it hard, making me jerk her back and forth with each attempt.
“Lottie!” I said warningly. “How are you going to explain the ripped blanket to Johann, should I accidentally tear it?” I asked and she froze for a moment. “Because of you!” I added and felt her grip on the velvet loosening. I had it off her body in no time, bunched up between us; I moved my torso, laying on top of it, making sure she could not get another hold of it in a moment of renewed embarrassment.
I whipped my arm over her side and placed the book in front of her face. We were laying close together, like two spoons in an overstuffed drawer, my body pressing against hers. Her skin was warm and soft, everything on her still smelling of herbal soap, a sweet scent, which had become so familiar to me.
My finger was stuck between the pages, marking the spot with the picture that I had chosen to show her first, and I nudged the book forward so that it opened up, displaying its contents to undoubtedly curious eyes of my little servant girl.
It was only a black and white sketch, but it was drawn beautifully. A woman with long hair flowing down her back knelt in front of a man, taking his cock deep in her mouth, her eyes closed, her face full of satisfaction. The sketch cut off at the man’s stomach, concentrating on his lower body and the woman in front of it.
Lottie jerked in my embrace, trying to push against me, away from the image I was showing her.
“See?” I ignored her obvious protest. “This is what feels really good, Lottie.” She shook her head, still pushing back, unaware that her ass was pressing hard against my crotch, slowly arousing me again. “It feels just as good as when I kiss your pussy, sweetheart.”
“Please, don’t.” She whispered, but I could see that her eyes were still resting on the image.
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I laid the book flat on the bed for a moment and flipped through a few more pages, raising myself on an elbow to see better, my body now heavily resting on Lottie’s. I was getting excited again, but this time I would not be as fast as the previous times. I ached to show her how much I could do, the novelty of her body making me finish in an embarrassingly short time before.
I found the next set of drawings and pulled the book up so that it stood directly in front of Lottie’s face. One was a depiction of a woman leaning over a chair with the man pounding her from behind. The sketch on the opposite page showed a closer view of the couple, concentrating on their genitals, his cock half buried in her saucy pussy, her legs spread wide to allow a good look at the scene.
“I want you to bend over for me like that, Lottie,” I whispered and without averting my eyes from the book I leaned down and pressed a kiss on Lottie’s cheek. She lay still, not cringing away from me, not responding either. Her breathing was shallow, but she managed to keep her body perfectly still.
“You turn the pages,” I said and softly nudged her with my elbow. Her arm obediently slipped from under the covers and I noticed her skin full of goose bumps, whether the cold or myself were the reason I could not tell.
As soon as she grabbed the book, I slipped my own hand under the cover and grabbed onto one of her heavy breasts, kneading it gently, pinching the big nipple and pulling it away from her body. Lottie moaned, but remained still.
“Turn the page,” I said and her other hand slipped out in the open in attempt to help holding the book. She did as I asked and this time, and I could see that for a moment she did not quite make out what she was looking at.
“See?” I said patronizingly, “If I put it in there, you can’t get with a child.” She dropped the book as if it was a hot potato. She spun around so quickly that I didn’t have the time to move away, her elbow knocking against my nose.
“You wouldn’t!” she almost screamed, her eyes as big as cup saucers.
“Oh, Lottie!” I smiled, rubbing my nose, agitated over her clumsiness and the pain she had just caused me, but amused nonetheless. “We’ll do everything that’s in that book.” I said, moving over her, lying on top of her soft body, kissing her lips. She moaned and I let my lips slip down to her neck, sucking onto it as if it was a mother’s breast.
“No, no, oh no,” she whispered in contrast to her body pushing up against me now, obviously just as aroused as mine was.
She took my head in her hands, running her fingers through my hair, tugging on it, but not enough to hurt me. The blow on the nose was enough pain for one day. I pushed myself down her body, my lips taking turn on each nipple, over the stomach, my tongue slipping inside her perfect little belly button, making her giggle and jerk as if trying to sit up.
I pushed the covers off, ignoring the coldness of the room. Our bodies were hot enough to withstand a little chill and Lottie spread her legs wide, letting me slip between them comfortably, my tongue leaving a wet trail over her stomach on its way to her pussy.
I sucked onto her clitty again and it took barely a minute before she started thrashing, her wetness hitting my face while I tried hard to keep up with her movements. I continued sucking even as she stilled after a few moments, uncomfortably squirming, trying to push my head away from her pussy. I just had to take in all of her juices; I had to remember the smell of her sex forever. I never wanted to forget it, and to this day, even in my late eighties I sometimes catch a soft whiff of it.
I pushed myself away from her then, kneeling between her legs, gathering the numerous pillows on the bed and stacking them up in a pile next to us. Satisfied with my work, I pushed her leg over my body, letting it join the other one.
“Come,” I said and motioned to the soft stack. She seemed reluctant and I was getting impatient with her games of shyness, as my cock was throbbing again, demanding to enter the softness that it yearned for. I reached down and pulled her up by the arms, half throwing her on the pillows, ruining the perfect stack that I had built just moments ago. She awkwardly wobbled her body into a kneeling position, laying her torso on top of the pillows, which she embraced widely, as if holding a huge load of laundry.
I knelt behind her, pushing her legs as wide as I could and she let out a yelp of pain at the discomfort. I slipped my cock half way into her pussy, resting for a moment.
“Oh,” gasped Lottie, jerking forward only to be halted by the soft pillows that she was holding onto to. “It still hurts!” She whined, but I chose to ignore it.
Her small pink asshole was gaping at me, ready to take in whatever I had to offer and I ran my thumb over it, making Lottie push herself against me, burying my cock deeper inside her.
“Nasty little girl, aren’t you?” I laughed and in response she pushed back harder, making me meet her movement, thrusting all the way inside her softness. Obviously, it couldn’t have hurt all that much. I had to stop right there, or yet again, I wouldn’t be able to do what I desired.
“I want this!” I said and pushed my thumb inside her asshole.
“Aw!” she moaned and jerked forward, my cock slipping out of her pussy. “Stop it! That hurts!” she yelled and turned around, giving me an ugly frown.
“It’ll hurt a whole lot more if you don’t do as I say!” I said and pushed my thumb deeper inside her ass. “Be still!” I said as she tried to move away. The more I pushed in, the more she tried to rise up and get away from me; the pillows that she was hugging preventing her from doing just that.
I pulled the thumb out and replaced it with my middle finger, pushing it inside her asshole as deep as I could, not trying to be careful or gentle. She was so tight! I could feel my cock throbbing with anticipation of where it was to end up.
“Aw, please!” she screamed. “Stop, aw!”
I was so turned on by now that all I wanted was to bury myself deep inside her ass and pound her until she screamed on top of her lungs, but I still had a trace of conscience left. Time enough for everything!
I moved away from her and jumped off the bed, pushing her shoulders back on the pillows as she tried to take the opportunity and get up.
“Don’t move!” I said warningly. “Do not move, Lottie!” I repeated and looked wildly around the room. I wondered where Johann kept any sort of lubricant. Not that he would need any in his own house. I doubted Herminna would ever go for anything more than my Sophia did, which was practically nothing more than a couple of minutes of heavy breathing and rushed thrusting.
I knew Lottie would hurt with or without it, but I might just try and make it a little easier on her. So, despite the odds I searched. I stumbled to the nightstand next to the bed, opened the drawer and hastily rummaged through it. Nothing!
I ran to the closet and browsed for anything that might ease my task, but again, I found nothing. In desperation, I thought of one thing that I had never used before, but was certain it would do the job just as well.
“Don’t move, Lottie!” I exclaimed and ran for the door. “If you move,….” I yelled and stumbled out of the room. I ran down the staircase, stark naked, not worried that anyone might see me, as the hallway had no true windows. I found the door under the staircase that led to the cellar underneath the house, which served as a cooling space for food and wine.
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I carefully descended the wooden staircase, peering into the darkness and was grateful for the small window, or rather a slit in the corner, which allowed enough light to pour in so that I could see my way around. The cold cement against the soles of my feet froze my body to a spot for a moment. How foolish was I!
I let my eyes search the cellar, running over numerous bottles of wine and oil, baskets of fruit and vegetables; there were neatly stacked cases by the wall that held god knows what. Finally, I found was I was looking for and hopped to the shelf in the corner, trying to ignore the cold, which was biting all the way to my bones, it seemed. Packets of butter wrapped in a soft cloth were resting in a soldierly row made my heart leap with delight.
I doubted I could ever persuade Lottie to come down here and find it for me. In my haste to get away from the cold I ran up the stairs and stubbed my toe on the last step so violently, white flash danced in front of my eyes momentarily.
“God damn it!” I yelled and sat down in the hallway, rubbing my toe, while still carefully cradling the packet of cold butter. “Sweet mother of Jesus!” I wanted to cry like a baby. “Oh, Heavens!”
“Herr Konrad?” I heard Lottie’s sweet voice calling from the top of the stairs, full of worry.
Now, I was really getting angry. I told her to stay put and she obviously disobeyed.
“Didn’t I tell you not to move?” I screamed back up, unable to see where she stood as it was out of my view. “You better be back on the bed when I come upstairs!” I yelled and furiously pounded my fist on the carpeted floor. The pain in the toe persisted and it hurt like hell.
To my utter amazement, I heard shuffling footsteps creeping down the stairs. The girl had guts, I had to give her that. Her little feet came into view, accompanied by the velvet blanket that I began hating so much, making her look like a bride descending the staircase to her own wedding. She was descending all right, but it wasn’t the wedding she would be getting, I thought.
“Oh, Herr Konrad!” she exclaimed when she reached the foot of the stairs and turned the corner, seeing me so unceremoniously sprawled on the floor, still holding onto my toe that seemed to throb more with each heartbeat. I only hoped I hadn’t broken the damn thing. As she came all the way up to me and squatted down to take a better look, I could not hold my anger off any longer. The frustration of the pain and the delay in what I wanted due to being kind to Lottie boiled over. My hand that was cradling my toe shot out and I slapped her cheek so hard she awkwardly fell onto her side, yelping in horror.
“I told you to stay up there!” I screamed, not caring that this was taking place in the vicinity of the front door and someone might hear us. I threw the packet of butter over the railing and it landed on the third step with a soft thud.
I jumped up, ignoring the pain.
“If this is how you want it,” I yelping hysterically and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her around the pillar of the staircase, “then this is what you will get.”
She was a heavy girl and her thrashing did not make it any easier on me, but I managed to pull her after me all the way to the staircase. Surprisingly, she did not scream as I anticipated she would. Her face was purple now, she was horrified over my outburst, but still, no noise came out of her mouth, which was opened in a silent scream.
She kicked her legs violently and I was grateful not to be on that side of her, as she would probably send me flying, such was her strength. Finally managing to reach the foot of the stairs, I dropped her, not minding that I might hurt her doing so.
I turned her around making her kneel and pushed her body up a little, placing her hands on the third step, next to where a packet of butter sat. In her struggle, the velvet blanket had fallen off and she knelt there, bent over the stairs naked, her white body glistening in the light that was pouring in through the narrow, tainted window above the front door.
As she tried to get up, I placed my hand on the small of her back, leaning my weight against it and smacked her ass cheek so hard, I actually sent her climbing another stair.
“Stop it!” she finally managed to scream, which only provoked me to land a series of hard smacks on her soft skin, some of them missing the target and hitting her thighs and hips. “Please, stop!” Even in the poor light, I could see her ass turning angry red, my hand imprints visible.
“I will keep beating you until you shut up!” I yelled and miraculously, the flood of words from her mouth seized. She still whimpered and yelped every time I hit her, but that was it. I stopped beating her and leaned over her back, roughly grabbing her face and spinning it round towards me as if trying to break her neck. My own face was just an inch or two away from hers. “If you say another word, I’ll beat you until you’re unconscious and bleeding.” I whispered furiously. “Understand?” I shook her head in demand for a response.
A vigorous nod followed and I could see fear in her eyes. This wasn’t a game any longer and she did not know whether it was really her concern that provoked my fury or was it coming anyway, just under different circumstances.
I did not care where it happened; anywhere was fine with me. Well, maybe not in the cellar; I was sure my balls would have frozen right off my body in there.
I grabbed the packet of butter and kicked Lottie’s legs apart. She took the hint and spread them wide, letting me drop to my knees behind her. I placed the packet on the small of her back and with trembling hands tore the soft cloth off. I didn’t care if I stained anything at this point. I returned the soft yellow cube on the carpeted stair, which served as our support and dug my fingers deep in it, pulling off a good chunk, slapping it on top of her ass, which now served me as a makeshift table.
I broke off a smaller piece of butter and rubbed it over her asshole, making her shift uncomfortably, not uttering a word. My previous threats obviously hit the target and she quietly suffered in anticipation of the dreaded moment.
I slipped my greasy finger deep inside her ass, trying to lubricate her as well as was possible. I pulled out and slid off another piece of butter, inserting it in her ass, pushing my finger in and out, making her shiver each time the finger was buried all the way inside her. She whimpered each time my finger entered her.
The little chunk of butter that remained sitting on top of her ass, which thinking of it now was a very comical sight, I rubbed all over my cock, making sure that I myself would not get hurt either.
Finally the job done, I took a closer step on my knees towards her, grabbing her hip with one hand, the other positioning my cock on her asshole.
“Be still!” I commanded and carefully pushed forward, my cock’s head popping in easily.
“Oh, God! Oh, no, please, no!” screamed Lottie and I stilled for a moment, letting her get used to the intruder. Her breathing was very shallow now; her arms were trembling as if she would not be able to support her weight for much longer.
“It’ll get better,” I whispered and pushed farther, another scream from Lottie greeting my success. My wide cock was stretching her hole, presenting me with a rather bizarre view.
I tried to be careful and go slow, but she was so tight and warm it drove me crazy. Every time I stuck my cock inside of her, heck, every time I simply had it in her vicinity I was ready to cum. My cock was throbbing again and it was not even half way in. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself a bit. This one I wanted to last, this time I will show her that I’m not some eighteen-year old stable boy who cannot hold his own to the fullest.
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I pushed in another inch and she jerked forward, the stairs preventing her from escaping. She tried not to scream out loud, perhaps becoming aware of how close to the main street we were, pavement undoubtedly full of people running home through the pouring rain. Someone might pause at the door long enough to hear her scream. She clasped her lips together and each scream as I pushed deeper came out as an “mmmmm”.
“That’s a good girl!” I gasped. I leaned over her body and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling myself up and burying the second half of my cock deep inside her.
“Aauu!” she screamed this time, unable to hold it in any longer. “Please, no!” she continued yelling, but I ignored it.
The moaning, yelling and screaming only seemed to fire me up more and I was ready to fuck her hard like I had wanted to for a long time now.
“It’s all in now,” I said and pulled out a bit, only to slide back in again.
“Au, au, au!” yelled Lottie.
“It’ll get better, you’ll see,” I gasped. Even I didn’t believe that, but I could not stop now. I started pumping inside of her; gently at first, pulling out just a bit and carefully pushing back inside.
She seemed to hurt just as much every time though, each of my movements causing her to scream and yell with her body jerking as if trying to get away from me, blocked by the stairs and weighed down by my own body.
“Oh, Lottie!” I whispered as I sped up the pace a bit. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” I said, however, this time sweet words did not have the same effect as before. She continued crying and screaming.
I let go of one shoulder and brought my hand down towards her stomach, slipping over it, placing my fingers on her clitty. I wanted her to enjoy this at least a little bit. I knew I was hurting her and was well aware that when this was over I would probably feel a pang of regret for doing this to her. But at this particular moment, there was no going back for me. As my fingers started drumming against her pussy, she violently pushed it away.
“Don’t do that!” she screamed, which was followed by a long howl of pain. “Not now!” she added and I did not refuse her. She wanted it over and the least I could do was grant her the wish. For despite the forceful way I was taking her now, I did believe that had she truly put her mind to it, she could have fought me off. She was certainly strong enough.
To this day I cannot understand the effect that Lottie had on me. I could never last long with her, no matter how hard I tried. She was beautiful, yes. However, I have known and fucked many a women who were absolutely stunning compared to her. She was na? and shy, but no other woman that I had, even virgins, and those were numerous, too, has had that effect on me. It was just something about her that made my body burn with desire. Making me lose my head and rush towards the ultimate moment of bliss, not caring for anything around me.
I started pumping faster, my strokes becoming more powerful, her pudgy, white body wobbling with each of my thrusts. The stronger I fucked her, the more she screamed and each scream seemed to bring me closer to the inevitable and desired moment of orgasm.
“Oh, Lottie,” I whispered urgently. “Here we go, baby!” I squeezed her shoulders in an iron grip and started grinding into her with all my might. I have never imagined she could let out a scream as loud as she did. The whole street must have heard her. She actually squealed like a stabbed pig! To my utter amazement, her body seemed to respond to my assault and I could not swear on it, but I do believe she pushed back to meet my cock each time I thrust inside.
Despite the chill in the house, my body was covered in sweat and so was Lottie’s. Cold beads of perspiration slid down the side of my face and I could feel Lottie’s skin becoming slippery, some due to the butter that by now I had managed to accidentally smear all over her body.
I joined her screams with deep groans, almost growls as I pushed inside of her soft body. Her hands finally gave way and she awkwardly let her upper body rest against the stairs, her ass still high up in the air, which gave me an even better access.
I pounded her from behind, the way I always liked it the most. I was like a mad man set loose and poor Lottie had to take it all, which I have to add, she did very well. I noticed that her head was hitting the stair now, but at that moment, I could’ve cared less.
My balls were tingling; my moment was coming and was getting ready to shoot my entire load deep inside her.
“Oh, Lottie!” I whispered for the umpteenth time, and felt my cock throbbing, spasming with my hot sperm spraying the well-oiled insides of her ass. “Lottie, Lottie, Lottie!” I repeated with each shot, finally slowing my pumping down.
I could feel my cock going limp inside her, but I wanted to keep myself in the warm place as long as I possibly could. I slumped over her body, my face cheek to cheek with hers, rubbing against her tear-stained skin.
Lottie’s screaming seized and she simply half knelt, half squatted there, crying openly now, and trembling under my weight.
As if from a great distance, I heard a knock on the door, but neither one of us budged for a few moments. I was exhausted beyond belief. I dare say the same went for Lottie.
At the persistence of knocking I finally moved and let my limp cock slip out of her ass, which was followed by a rich fart. Never seizing to amuse me, Lottie’s hand shot to her ass covering it, as if not believing that the sound just came from her. I got up, my knees and ankles popping as if I was an old man. The pain in my toe returned with a vengeance, sending throbbing discomfort all the way up my leg.
I picked up the velvet blanket that was now stained with butter and some of my spunk, which dripped out of her ass, mixed with her own blood. The assault was more brutal than I wanted it to be. I didn’t care. I wrapped myself in it and walked to the door, carefully cracking it open just an inch, preventing the intruder to see inside.
To my great relief, it was Peter, my coachman. A faithful servant, no doubt on an errand at the orders of my wife.
He nodded, ignoring my attire and I returned a nod without a word. I closed the door and walked up the stairs where I slowly dressed myself. I was too tired to bother with Lottie now and as I finally descended the stairs, she was still at the same spot where I left her, kneeling at the bottom of the stairs now, an odd image of a girl in prayer.
When I reached her, I bent down, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her face toward me. I kissed her softly on the lips, all passion that I felt a little while ago now gone, overtaken by exhaustion.
“I’ll be back.” I said and she simply closed her eyes. “Read the book.”
The End
Mily ~Romantic Domination~
Her heart beat solidly in her chest.. she couldn’t breath properly and all because he was watching her.
Her body moving in slow motion as she walked to the mirror he had indicated. Her eyes glassy as she glanced upwards to see herself reflected there. Tonight she was his and he would take her where ever he pleased, even if that meant deep into herself. Biting down on her soft bottom lip she watched him move behind her, to sit upon the bed and watch her from behind, and in the mirror. She didn’t turn to look, he wouldn’t want that.
“Strip” the word was soft and she trembled a bit, just the very sound of her fantasy making her pussy grow wet. Her hands trembled as they lifted to her pants… quickly before she could lose her nerve she unbuttoned them and let them fall to her ankles.. carefully she stepped out of them. Her sweater was long and covered her down to her thighs, he still couldn’t see anything, but he was patient.
Mily lifted her eyes to his in the mirror for a long moment before she dropped them again.. her long arms reaching upwards to grab at the bottom of her sweater, dragging up slowly. Revealing more of her soft thighs, her rounded hips… the flat belly and perky breasts encased in cotton and lace. She stood in front of the mirror and him now in her underwhere and bra… her body trembling harder as her courage ran away from her. She stopped for a moment… her hands shaking and her face turning red.
He simply waited and Mily knew, she wasn’t getting out of this one… with a heart thundering in her ears Mily reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting if fall forward on creamy shoulders. Revealing her breasts, letting them spill out in glorious freedom. The nipples were hard and tight, the breasts themselves a soft cream. Her eyes sought out his own as she started to slide the panties off her hips, letting them slide down her long legs on their own.
“No. Bend down, bring them down.” again his voice was soft and eerie after the silence. Mily didn’t consider disobeying even though her blush now spread from her breasts upwards in a flair of red. Slowly she bent down, her fingers trailing softly against her legs as she pulled the bit of lace down her legs. Feeling the coolness of the lace against the heated flesh of herself Mily moaned softly. Behind her he may have made a sound. She glanced over and he glared… turning her eyes away Mily stepped from the panties.
“Display”
Straightening her back Mily let her shoulders roll back, thrusting forward those same creamy breasts. Her breathing catching in her throat as she lifted her arms .. placing them behind her neck. She lifted the fire red hair before clasping her hands behind her neck, letting it drift down to cover her face and breasts slightly but when he glared she threw her head back, showing her obedience to him.
Her thighs parted slightly as she spread her legs a bit, letting her left one roam a bit farther and turned her toes, pointed them so the long muscled thighs could be seen from a pleasurable view point. Mily closed her eyes lightly, feeling his gaze take her in. Knowing that from where he sat he could see everything from the front and back.
She heard him stand and then his soft laughter when she didn’t open her eyes.
“You don’t want to see? That’s fine.” He whispered a mere moment before she felt a soft cloth slide over her face, resting upon her eyes as she tied a knot around the back. Suddenly she desperately wanted to be able to see, but when she opened her eyes she could only see red from the cloth he had tied. Her breathing became almost painful as she held her position before him… her ears perked to hear him should he move, but the carpet under her feet was thick and she couldn’t place where he was.
Suddenly she felt his heated breath against her shoulder and realized he was standing right beside her. She tensed slightly wondering what he was going to do, what he was planning or whatnot. She almost jumped out of her skin as his fingers trailed down lazily to her ass, caressing her flesh gently, tenderly.
His hand felt cool against her flesh, which was heated from her arousal… he gently slapped her ass … so gently that when he suddenly slapped her ass fully she almost jumped out of her skin… her moan was torn from her throat as she arched a bit…. holding the position just the same….
Suddenly he whispered… “Nadu” in her ear and she dropped gracefully to her knees…. the world seeming to be made around her…. she peered through the cloth, but not a sight came before her….. she felt the rough carpet under her knees… the brush of it against her pussy as she spread her thighs widely…. her back straightening as she thrust perky breasts forward… wishing she knew which way she was facing. Was she right before the mirror…. what could he see…
Curiosity was driving her nuts, and she could feel his hot gaze upon her… she felt a heated blush touch her cheeks as her pussy tightened. The wetness of it making her squirm a bit before she rested stil… her palms landing lightly upon her thighs…
She felt his hands settle in her hair.. pulling lightly at it before leading her lips to his cock… she moaned as she felt the heat of him come to her lips… Mily spread those lips for him, but he just brought the head of his cock to her lips… not moving closer.. holding her hair tightly to keep her from being able to move closer…. Mily moaned and leaned down towards the heated organ…. her tounge darting out… tasting the single bed of moisture upon the head of him….
He jerked her head back slightly… frustration making her whimper….
“Please Master” and suddenly he thrust forward… claiming her mouth harshly….. she eagerly licked and sucked at him… her tounge darting around the head of his cock before dancing against the shaft…. leaving kisses down to his balls…. before she once again takes him wholey into her mouth… moaning against the flesh as he grabbed hold of her hair and fucked her…..
Her pussy felt wet and tight…. throbbing eagerly for its turn … Mily slide along the leangth of him until suddenly he pulled out and lifted her upwards… she yelped slightly and clung to him.. the world rushing by unseen before her blindfolded eyes….. suddenly she was dropped onto the bed… rough hands seperating her thighs… spreading her wet pussy lips….
She felt hot breath against her clit before his tounge darted out to touch at her…. she felt herself unexpectedly tighten and cum… her body trembling as his hot kisses and breath send her over the edge….. the heat of his soft laughter making her squirm….
Lifting up he spread her thighs wider, Mily arching up against him, desperate for him…. moaning the moment before he thrust into her… claiming her pussy as he fucked her.. hard and fast… each thrust entering her … sliding deep into the deapths of her… Mily trembled under the display of power… her body re-acting to him… primitivly as she begged with her body to be dominated…. her thighs falling open wider… her body arching to take him deeper into herself….
He reached down and slapped her tit, once twice… then cam hard.. deep inside her pussy…. making Mily cry out as she came as well… the slap sending her to the edge… the heat flowing through her as he cam sending her over….. she clung to him for a moment as he buried himself deep inside of her.. his balls resting against her ass …..
The End
Call Me your Master
Well the night before was very interesting. I was abit sore from the pounding I got last night. I shivered as I walked to the hotspring, where Squall’s maids were preparing a bath for me. Most of them were fuckin’ whores. Even worse… lesbain whores! They were constantly trying to do stuff with me. I hated it. I am a frim believer in staying ture to my master. Even though I had a long way to go before completely earning his trust and regaining any domination in the relationship, I was happy.
This was a happy time for me… No longer alone… I had him. As the whores… I mean maids cleaned up the area and laid out some new clothes for me, I pondered on a idea on how to keep them away from me. I pondered as a blonde haired one came towards me and pulled me close against her stupidly large breast. I blushed madly and growled at her… Matelli… or Matie for short. Matie had a very bad habit of trying to pull me into a dark corner and having her way with me.
I could just tell Squall and have her fired… or killed… as possessive as he was, but I’d prefer not to have anyone else beheaded or killed on my behalf… like the last butler who tried to molest me.
“Is everything to your liking miss head pet?” Matie said, lust and vemon in her voice. It made me twitch and want to cry out to Squall.
“Its fine Matelli-chan… really… now please let me go…” I whimpered abit, pushing the breast out of my face so I could breath.
“Awwwh… but you’re such a sexy little mutt girl…” she said. I twitched. I hated being called ‘mutt-girl’.
“Grrrr… that’s it!” I yelled, making a hand-sign. My voice had changed.“Can you please let me go now…”
“What the..?” Matie pushed me away and looked at me wide eyed. I smirked. “You changed… into a boy?!”
“Yup… dick and all…” I laughed, with the smooth voice of a young boy.
Matie frown and stomped off… upset… obiviously… at least she’ll leave me alone now.
I sighed, as all the girls left. I was finally alone. I smiled as I found some strawberry shampoo. My short black hair fell just above my shoulders and my eyes were a navy blue, if not almost black also. I removed my clothing and wet my hair abit, then went to a small stool and sat in front of the large mirrors. I sqruited some shampoo into my hand then started to massage it into my hair. I closed my eyes and rubbed my hair, thinking about things that had happened in my life. I had gotten so deep into thought I didn’t even notice when someone came into the spring.
When I reached for the warm bucket of water to get the shampoo out I couldn’t find it. I looked around for abit with my eyes closed to keep the soap out of my eye, when someone poured the water onto my head. I shook my head rapidly, my hair shaking like a dog’s fur. I rubbed my eyes clean and looked behind to find my master behind me, laughing.
“You should learn to keep your guard up more my dear Okami…” he said, chuckling. I looked up at him, grunting and blushing.
Squall smiled and picked me up and carried me to the spring. I looked down at the water and then to him. He had a smirk on his face. Oh no…. As I predicted her dropped me into the water. I regained control and lifted my head out of the water splashing him. We both laughed. He was only wearing his pants and that silver chain he always wore. He grinned when he saw he and his pants were all wet.
“Looks like I’ll have to take a bath aswell…” he said, still grinning. I knew this meant some interesting new personal chore I had to do for him. He removed his pants and his boxers before looking at me and smiling ever so devilishly. “Come her my dear Okami…”
I did as I was told, walking over to him timidly. He sat down on one of the stools, one that was abit taller than the one I was sitting on. He looked at me, then clapped his hands. One of the maids, brought him a basten with a lofa, some shampoo, and some soap. He handed it off to me and gestured for the maid to leave. He smirked.
“Now… clean me up…” He said. I blushed.
“Wha-What?!” I barely kept myself from yelling.
“Clean me up… don’t make me repeat myself Okami…” he said frimly. I glupped.
“Yes Master…” I said shyly.
I had no choice. I wondered if he even minded that I was currently a boy now. I shurgged at the thought and filled the bucket with warm water. I walked back over stumbling abit with the now heavy bucket full of water. Squall chuckled at him and I pouted abit. Bad enough I have to wipe his body down and now he’s gonna laugh at me. I poured the water over him… sadly he was expecting it so there were no suprizes. I started at his head, shampooing his hair. I guess he liked the way I massage his head because I swear I heard him purring.
Then I started rubbing his shoulders and back. I used a tender hand with him so I didn’t cause any accidents like cuts and srcapes. That would get me in trouble… I started to go lower rubbing the soap on his lower back, then going around and washing his chest. He wasn’t very dirty… or even dirty at all. He was always clean except after a battle. I loved that about him… despite me being always messy. I do keep myself clean but my living area is quite literally the seventh pit of hell. I got abit lower and stopped, turning my head and blushing. Washing his private part wasn’t exactly what I was looking foward to. It just felt awkard. He chuckled noticing my hestitation.
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“Go on… there’s nothing to fear,” he reassured me. I wasn’t convinced.
“Is there any other option…?” I asked.
“Clean it with your mouth…” he said with a grin. I twitched and blushed brightly. “Well?”
“I’ll use the lofa thank you very much…” I said, as I started to clean his manhood. He chuckled.
I really wish I didn’t use my strawberry soap on him. I loved that soap and now it was more than half empty. I would have to beg him for another bottle and try not to demand one. When I was finished I pour another bucket of water over him to get the soap off. He stretched and smiled.
“That was nice… " He said, as I started to clean up. “Oh don’t worry about that… Matelli will take care of it.”
I laughed at the thought of Matie having to cleaning up after two boys. Squall made his way to the hot spring and without him even telling me I followed right behind him. I realized I was on two legs before I kneeled over onto all fours. I knew my master liked that so I did so. Once we both settled in the hot spring, we talked for abit. We actaully had a normal conversation… which suprized me really… it shouldn’t but it did. But that never lasted long. I was kinda thankful for that. It would get boring I guess if my master wasn’t himself. He grinned at me. I knew that grin and I had seen it many times. Oh boy… what was gonna be my next command… even though I shouldn’t complain… but what would he have me do as a boy.
“Okami-kun… come here…” he commanded. I blinked and nodded, making my way over to him. “I was thinking… I kinda wished you did clean me with your mouth…”
My eyes widened. I didn’t like the sound of that… or did I. My little friend inbetween my legs seemed to think otherwise. I knew I didn’t have a choice when he drew me choser into a deep kiss, pulling us both out of the the deep end of the water and into more swallow water. He placed his hand around his own manhood and rubbed it abit presenting it to me. Needless to say I blushed.
“You know what to do…” He said. I blushed and started to make a handsign, but was stopped by him. “No no… stay just to way you are Okami-kun”
He stessed the -kun in with my name. I glupped as I went down just above his manhood. My hand replacing his at the base. I blushed as I ritaully kissed the tip of his cock, then started to lap at it. He started to purr abit, as I started to suck on him. Almost like a reflexed he spread his legs abit more purring and ‘Mmmm-ing’ from my caresses. I soon started to suck abit hard, massaging the base of his hardening erection, bobing my head up and down. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes closed.
I realized I was pleasing him so I continued. My hand tenderly rubbing his balls and base of his cock. My tongue swirling around his erection and even deep throating it. Soon I felt something warm in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pulled me away, so I could see the pre-cum. I sat back much like a canine, the water covering my hands, feet, and behind. He smirked.
“Nice work… now come here…” he said. I crawled over to him and he turned me around and pulled me into his lap. He postioned me right over his hard manhood. “Now bring yourself down”
He whispered in my ear, which made my own manhood twitch with desire. I did as he was told but slowly. He smirked, putting his hands on my waist and bring me down onto his cock. As the hard inturder pushed into my entrance, my insides tightened instantly. It was easiler to come down thanks to the water acting like lubication. I guessed thats why he stessed a normal conversation in the water, so I could soak and it’d be easiler on me. When he filled me to the hilt, I must of really tightened around his erection because he groaned out loud.
I leaned back, my head on his shoulders, me clenching my teeth together as I adjusted. When the pain subsided I shivered and moaned. I stirred abit and he took this as a signal to continue. He started to thrust upward into me, holding his hands on my waist, encouraging me to move up and down. I did so as a leaned forward abit and started to move. He grinned as I fully adjusted and he started thrusting upward at a insane speed. I moaned and cried out as he started pounding into to me.
After a few minutes, he stopped and repostioned us. He leaned me over one of the warm hot spring rocks. I looked back my eyes clouded with lust and love from the heat of the moment. He angled himself and thrusted in again. I striking wave of pleasure hit as my version literally turned white. He started to pump my hardened erection as well. This only increased the intense pleasure. All that mattered now was him and I, joined together prefectly. My hands clung to the rock as he thrusted in and out, pounding against my prostate. I cried out his name several times during the session. Soon, after some hard, deep thrust he came deep inside of me and like a good slave I came after my master, splattering the rock with my seed.
We panted, shivering as we tried to hold ourselves up. He pulled out of me and I moaned before colasping onto the large flat rock. I welcomed its warmt and the comfort of its smooth surface as I panted. Squall, of course, caught his breath before me and kneel over me again. I could feel his breath against my neck.
“Love you my dear Okami-kun” he said. I smiled with my eyes closed.
“I love you too, my Squall-sama” I said, dreamily. He gave a light chuckle. “What?” I wondered.
“You just have the cutest face when you cum…” he said with a smirk. I blushed and opened my eyes wide. He laughed abit. I could only smile, turning over and looking up at him.
“Mmmmhm… well anyone would when getting impaled by you…” I said, my vision still hazy from the whole ordeal. I can’t believe he recover so quickly from all that. Oh well… guess being his pet will test my endurance and stamia aswell. Hm… Well I wouldn’t have any other way. My master, Squall, teaching and me, his Okami, learning it all.
The End
O.C. Ass
Last month I was visiting my cousin in Orange county C.A. for a week when I met the most delightful girl. Her name is Aran, and here is the story.
I was walking through a mall one evening and I saw her shoping at Pac Sun, alone. She was maybe 17, 18 wearing tight little hip huggers with a wide cloth belt, and matching purse, with long dark hair, she was very petite in frame, just the way I like em. So, after I had a nice view of her tight little ass while she looked through the racks idly, I decided to go introduce myslef.
“Hi! I’m Jr.” I said smiling as I walked up to her, “Not alot in here huh?”
“No, not really, I’m just bored right now” She replied.
“Whats your name?” I asked flashing my most charming smile.
“Aran” she said, shyly looking down, she was a little nervous I could tell, time to be witty.
“What? Nobody ever hits on you in clothing stores?” I said jokingly.
“Well, no, not really”
“Well you’re a sexy girl, they should. You dont mind do you? I mean, I just wanna get to know you some” I asked, eyeing her carefully now.
She looked away and said, “No, it’s just different is all, I mean I dont even know you”
“Well there’s only one way to get to know me” I answered
“What’s that?” She said, smiling a little now.
“Head over to Applebee’s with me and grab some dinner, then we can talk some more, besides, the mall is gonna close soon. You dont have any plans do you?” I asked
“Well no, but..” she started to object, better cut her off!
“Come on, it’s right acrossed the parking lot, just dinner, on me” I said quickly.
“Well I guess it’ll be okay” she replied.
“Great! Do you wanna ride over with me?” I asked
“Sure I guess” she answered.
We went over to Applebee’s then and made small talk over dinner, she chattered away about how she was looking for a new job, and blah blah blah. The whole time I was watching her little tities under her shirt, maybe a B-cup, they were great tits. She reminded me of a spryte, or faery or something mythical. She had very delicate features, she was quite beautiful in a way. Being myself however I found myself imagining what a screamer she would be in bed. She was so tiny, I could just imagine how her pussy would feel around my dick. At this time she was saying something to the effect of what a good listener I was, and I was thinking of how I could get her alone. Better come up with something soon, the restaraunt was closing soon.
“So do you wanna go to a party with me? My cousin is throwing one tonight.” I asked her.
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Look, just come check it out with me, if you dont like it we’ll leave, o.k.?” I said.
“Well, o.k., but just for a little while” She agreed.
Sweet! Jackpot, this was gonna be a cakewalk! It was only a short ride over to Jason’s, but i couldnt wait any longer. I hung a left into a supermarket parking lot.
“Where are we going” she asked, as I pulled around the back.
“I changed my mind, we can party right here. Little more intimate you know?” I said as I parked near the back wall, out of site from the road.
" I think you better take me back to my car" she said, slightly worried looking.
“I’ll take you back when I’m done with you, this can go real easy, or real hard” i told her
“What are you talking about, take me back, my friends will wonder where I’m at” She was becoming frantic now.
SMACK, i let fly with the back of my right hand acrossed her face. “BULLSHIT, you were alone, I watched you for an hour before I ever even taked to you. No one called you cell, and no one was ever with you. Now again we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” I told her again.
She went for the door, fumbling it open in a panic. I let her get out before I jumped out after her. She was running, but I caught up quickly at 6'5" and tackled her hard. She cracked her melon on the concrete pretty good stunning her. i quickly yanked her shirt up over her head tangling her arms up, reached down and jerked her pants down. The little slut wasn’t wearing any panties, and she was completely shaved! I pulled her tight jeans down to her ankles, and pulled her up onto all fours by her hair.
She let out a squeal that I cut off with my hand around her slender neck, squeezing tightly I told her “You need to understand whore, that I am gonna fuck you, and if you try that shit again I will kill you too. Do you understand me?”
She gasped something out that I took for a yes, so I realeased pressure on her throat, and began to rub her smooth little slit with my other hand. She tried to squirm away, but I was far too strong, I easily held her in place. i continued to work on her pussy and clit until eventually, even against her wishes her pussy betrayed her and began to get wet.
‘See that little slut? your pussy knows what you are, even if you wont admit it" with that I undid my pants and pushed the head of my swollen cock against her tight little hole. i had to rub against her for a bit, and finally I forced the head in.
“No, please dont, i’ll give you anything you want, just please aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!” she pleaded in vain, cut off by me jamming the whole 8" home in her little cunt. She was tight, very nice little fuck, just like I imagined. i took my time, slowly sliding in and out of her there in the back alley ont the cement.
“You like that dont you, you little whore, huh?” I said in her ear. She was sobbing, begging me to stop the whole time, but I just held her down there, slowly fucking her willing pussy, but unwilling mind. Slowly i began to increase my pace in her, takin longer strokes, and faster and harder. Until before long I was pounding at her pussy like a jackhammer. I could hear her soft cries and sobs as I watched her petite frame shake with the violence of the fucking I was giving her. Her tiny breasts jerked with every thrust, and of course the rythmic slapping of my stomach against her ass. She was so tight, I knew I wasn’t gonna last much longer, her sobbing and begging had ceased now.
“This is my pussy, you got that? MINE” I told her, " I will take this shit whenever I want you little slut, so you better get to liking it" Wtih that I shot my load, right up inside her tight cunt. Shit! I hadnt intended to do that, with a rape kit they’d get me! I had to think fast. I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her over to the car.
“Please, what are you gonna do with me?” She pleaded
“I told you, thats my pussy, and I’ll take it whenever I want, and you need to learn it, now get in the trunk” I said as I popped the trunk open.
Of course she balked at this, so I simply threw her in there, she was so tiny it was easy to overpower her. I slammed the trunk on her, got in the car and lit up a smoke. I sat there and smoked for awhile pondering the possibilities of this new situation. They were endless it seemed, assuming I could train her, and she seemed easy enought to train, I would have some real fun with this girl!
The End
Naughty Student Nurses
Lesley and I are in the library studying for an Anatomy test. We are both in nursing school together. We have our schoolbooks open and are asking each other questions that might be on the test.
But Lesley is having trouble concentrating because I keep goofing off and making obscene gestures to describe some of the answers to the questions.
“Rose, you need to settle down before you get us kicked out.” Lesley tries to say seriously. I just stick my tongue out at her. Lesley tells me I can stick that tongue somewhere else later. I take it as an offer and smile slyly then rest my head on Lesley’s shoulder and tell her I am getting tired of studying and I’m getting hungry.
A handsome young man named Reed is sitting a couple tables away reading up on some American history literature. He can’t help notice us, with our bursts of laughter and acts of craziness. The librarian keeps coming over there and telling us to keep it down or we will be asked to leave.
Reed gets up to put his book away and is curious to see what is so funny and maybe get a closer look at these two wild ladies. He walks over to their table to introduce himself.
“Hey there.” He says.
Lesley looks at him directly while I am still looking down at my anatomy notes in my notebook. Lesley sizes him up as being about 6’ 3" with a medium frame weighing about 190lbs. She finds his blue eyes to be flirty and can just tell by his demeanor that he is somewhat sarcastic, but friendly.
She says “Hi.”
I finally look up from my book to see who she is talking to. Then I have to look up further! I notice that, yes, he is very tall. And of course I have always had a weakness for blue eyes. But, being ever so slightly more blunt than my friend, I ask “What? Were we too loud for you too?”
Reed starts to say “Well…” but Lesley butts in and says “Sorry if we were bothering you, we were just leaving actually.”
I close my book and stand up. Reed notices I am on the short side . I am only about 5’ 3", with a small frame maybe weighing all of 115 lbs. Yet he still finds me attractive. He notices my emerald green eyes, that if I didn’t have an attitude right at the moment might even have a very seductive “come fuck me” look. My hair has that bedroom messy wave and the color is a rich mixture of gold and hints of red. It only covers my protruding collarbones and barely brushes the red button front cardigan sweater I’m wearing over the liquid blue jeans. Meaning it looks as if I was poured into them.
Lesley stands up next, she is a bit taller, 5'9" and about 140 pounds. Her fiery red hair flows down from her head and pours over her shoulders like molten lava almost covering her small round soft pale pink perky 36C breasts. Yet still it does nothing to warm the icy coolness of her blue eyes.
He looks a bit closer and sees the color of a raging waterfall in her eyes. What an interesting contrast, he thinks to himself. He also wonders if the carpet matches the drapes!
Lesley generally wears black because it makes her hair look like it is on fire. Today she is wearing a black v-neck short sleeve button knit top that comes down just underneath her breasts and a short flowing skirt that just covers her pubic hair that she keeps neatly trimmed. She turns to me and matter-of-factly states out loud for everyone in earshot to hear.
“Hey Rose, he’s kinda cute. What do you think?”
I am trying to get past his eyes and regain some of my bluntness. I look him up and down once. Frown a bit “Well, I guess so. Maybe. Ok, he’s kinda cute.” I finally said, not really wanting to admit it. “But I may need a step stool. So I can look into those eyes some more!”
Lesley and I let out giggles. The librarian looks up from her desk at us again and frowns. We giggle some more.
Reed glances down at his watch. It’s about 12:30 in the afternoon. Reed tells us we weren’t disturbing him, he was just getting bored and hungry. Noticing the time, he was wondering if he could talk us in joining him for lunch. I say, that was part of the reason we were on our way out the door anyway.
He tells us he is in town just for the weekend but he knows the area well enough and knows of an interesting coffee shop where they could get a bite to eat and relax. Maybe even get to know each other better. Lesley and I ask to be excused for just a moment to discuss it with each other. Reed steps away for a moment.
I am the more devilish one, and I ask Lesley if she is up for a little game. This guy is only here for the weekend and if Lesley agrees not to tell my husband we could give him an afternoon he will never forget. Lesley gets this sly grin on her face and says, “This could be fun.”
We approach Reed and agree to have lunch with him. He offers to drive us in his car and he will take us back to the library after we are finished with lunch. The three of us exit the library following Reed to his car. Lesley and I walking together with our arms hooked together.
Reed unlocks the door and Lesley gets in the car first, I climb in the other side. Lesley reaches over and grabs my ass as I try to sit. I let out a loud squeal and start laughing. Then I start whispering in Lesley’s ear. Reed just shakes his head and decides to adjust his mirror. He isn’t too sure what the two of us are discussing.
He backs out of the parking spot and heads out the driveway, turning left toward the coffee shop. As he glances in his rear view mirror he notices I have my head on Lesley’s shoulder and it looks like my hand is playing with the buttons on her blouse. I make eye contact with Reed looking into the rear view mirror as I unbutton a couple buttons in the middle of her chest. Reed decides to see how far the ladies intend on going in the back seat so instead of going straight to the coffee shop, which would take about two minutes, he circles the whole block while glancing in the mirror.
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I know what he is up to, so I whisper in Lesley’s ear about putting on a little show for our driver. She just gives a soft giggle. I lift my head off her shoulder and start kissing Lesley’s neck. Lesley starts stroking my soft wavy hair and makes soft moaning noises, just loud enough for Reed to hear.
I slide my hand inside her knit top, placing my hand inside her bra and cupping the roundness of her warm flesh, rubbing the palm of my hand across her soft hardening nipple. Then circling my fingers around the tip, I pinch it between my index and middle finger. Lesley’s breath quickens and she leans her head toward me. I kiss her lips as she tilts her head downward toward my awaiting mouth. We open our mouths together and taste each other’s tongues.
I remove my hand and run the tips of my fingers down her buttons. Then move my hand down her leg across her skirt to the bottom hem. Slowly moving toward her inner thigh. As I move up toward the inside of her leg I feel the soft smoothness of her soft warm skin. I run my fingers upward toward the roughness of her lace panties. Rubbing my fingertips lightly on the outside, I’m able to feel the warmth and dampness there.
I slide her panties to the side as I begin to stroke the soft moist folds of her pussy lips. She begins to swell under my light fingertips as they brush her ever so slightly. I pull out my fingers while looking directly into the rear view making sure Reed sees what I am doing. I suck on my index finger, tasting and taking a deep breath, smelling Lesley’s musky scent.
Reed looks up in front of him to see there is a red light and he is about to rear end the car in front of us. He slams on the brakes, causing us to lunge forward. We let out a squeal and start laughing.
Reed decides to pull off the road at the stoplight before he gets in an accident. We pull up in front of this café. Reed gets out first and opens the door for Lesley. I am already climbing over Lesley and half way out before Reed can even open his mouth.
Getting out of Reed’s car we follow him into this coffee shop. It is called Cravings. I can think of a few things to go with that word! As we are entering the café, I notice the décor off to the left side; mannequins of the Blue Brothers, Jake and Elwood, and other antique artwork. We go further inside.
In front of us is a counter with a huge chalkboard behind with all the specials posted. On the left are bags of chocolate covered coffee beans and flavored coffees and teas. On the right side are booths with bookshelves filled with books. They sell the books also. Above the chalkboard is a real Volkswagen bus painted in the hippie flower power design.
We walk to the counter and order. I order a veggie delight sandwich and light chai latte. Lesley orders a roast beef sandwich and a double mocha latte (extra mocha!). Reed orders a ham and cheese with a green tea. Lesley also got a bag of chocolate covered coffee beans for later.
We walk to the back of the café and find some vinyl couches and coffee tables, and of course more books. Everything in there has a price tag hanging off of it meaning it is for sale, including an old painted milk can off to the side of one of the couches. There is interesting artwork hanging up along with coffee cups.
Lesley and I are sitting on a green vinyl couch while Reed takes a seat to the left of the couch in a vinyl lavender-colored armchair. We are facing the back of the store looking out to a parking lot at the back of the building. There is huge picture window and glass doors facing the street. A coffee table sits in front of us. Another vinyl chair is off to the right side. Behind the couch is an old trunk with a small collection of books in it.
Reed begins by asking what we are taking in school? We say we’re both nursing students, going for our Registered nurses license. I want to continue on for my BSN, but want to start just as an RN first then take classes later once I am bringing in an income.
Lesley asks Reed what he is doing in Wisconsin Rapids. He says he is there for some business meeting and is also there for a concert in Madison tomorrow night. He tells us he plays guitar and he has a Bachelor degree in Film and Communication.
Lesley giggles. If she didn’t have an ex-husband out there who would rather see her dead, she would love to be able to do that kind-of stuff. She is just happy she has me and that we’re going to school together. Neither of us has been to a concert in years. It sounded interesting.
I reach down and pick up my sandwich and take a bite. A piece of the cucumber squishes out the side and leaves mayonnaise on the corner of my mouth. Lesley tells me “Looks like got your sandwich overly excited and gave you a facial! Hold still,” she says as she licks and sucks the mayonnaise off the corner of my mouth. This cause me to want to kiss her back so our lips lock in a brief kiss as we dive our tongues into each other’s mouths.
My hands start to wander again, rubbing the outside of Lesley’s knit top squeezing her breast. I am moving my hand downward again. Lesley reaches over and grabs my breast and squeezes it until I am moaning and gasping. I move my hand back down towards the hem of Lesley’s skirt and quickly lift it so Reed can get a quick peek of her black lace panties. Lesley slaps my hand, but not until he got an eye full of what she had to offer.
We innocently continue to talk more about school and about the concert. We go back and forth with each other. Grabbing each other’s legs, and at one point I put my arm around Lesley and bite the tip of her nose. Just total horseplay!
Reed asks what we have planned for the rest of the day.
I say “Nothing really. We thought about going shopping and maybe catching a movie later.”
He asks if we would like to go back to his hotel room and he can show us his guitar and maybe work up to going with him to the concert tomorrow night.
We aren’t so sure about the hotel room, yet we figure there are two of us. If we had too, we could probably team up and kick his ass, but doubt that will be necessary.
We finish our sandwiches and drinks. I am still just being a pain. I keep slapping Lesley’s leg and telling her she needs to go give Reed a lap dance. Lesley just smiles at Reed and says “Maybe later. The library was enough of a public display. We don’t want to get kicked out of here too!”
I stand up and tell Lesley, “You get the lap dance then.”
While I start rubbing my ass into Lesley’s crotch, Lesley reaches around and grabs my breasts and squeezes them until I start to squeal and giggle so hard I pull away from her, tripping and ending up right on Reeds lap, face first. Standing up and backing away totally embarrassed, I go back over by Lesley and sit down. I think I have caused enough of a stir for now.
Lesley says to Reed “You should have thrown her across your lap and I could have spanked her.”
Reed just smiles and says, “Maybe later at the hotel. In fact, if you ladies are ready, it is just on the next street.”
We get up and exit out the front door. This time Lesley climbs in first. As I am getting in on my side Lesley reaches over and grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards her. “Get over here you naughty girl. When we get to that hotel room I am going to show Reed what happens when you have been a bad girl.”
I just giggle and playfully struggle to get away.
Reed decides he really needs to get us girls in private. So he drives straight to the hotel. We walk across the parking lot and go in through the front door heading straight for the elevator. The elevator gives me an idea. As soon as the door closes I am all over Lesley again. Reaching under her skirt and playing with her ass. Lesley begins unbuttoning my shirt. Reed just stands there patiently and watches.
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