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Tails of A Divorce Lawyer
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Subject: Story: Tails Of A Divorce Lawyer 1/4
From: leigh@waffle.whiffer.atl.ga.us (Leigh Melton)
Tails of A Divorce Lawyer
by leigh@waffle.whiffer.atl.ga.us
This is the first chapter in a series, and consists of four parts.
Warning: this story contains descriptions of sexual acts between
adults, some dialogue and a little bit of plot. If any of those things
offend you, please read no further. Thank you.
Ever and anon, thanks go to the man who is my inspiration, who taught me
that men are like fine wine: shake 'em up a little and they come
uncorked.
*1*
"A Tail of Woe"
I was hoping for an early day that Friday. I had bought a new golf
skirt that was not quite as tight as the one I was used to wearing, and
hoped that my score would improve a little. Of course the tight golf
skirt was more for playing the field than playing golf, you understand,
but those awful scores were getting a little embarrasing, and it was
time I concentrated a little more on the putt than on someone's butt.
I had finished with my lunch (a spartan salad - but with my weakness,
honey mustard dressing) when my secretary buzzed my desk.
"Yep?" I responded, wiping off the sticky honey sauce from my lips.
"What is it, Susan?"
"Ms. Davis, there's a person here who says that she absolutely must
speak with you." I heard the upset in Susan's voice, and was suprised.
She was used to seeing angry clients, so this one must have been a real
prize. "She is, uh, somewhat distraught."
Distraught, huh? Well, that was no big shock. Ninety nine percent of
my clients were distraught for one reason or another, or else they
wouldn't be here to see me about a divorce. Well, at least Susan had
said "she" so at least I wouldn't have to listen to some guy in an
Armani suit scream about how his soon-to-be-ex was not going to get more
than a dollar a month to keep up those kids, which he would of course
assert weren't really his anyway.
"When's my next appointment, Su?" I mentally shrugged. It was Friday,
after all, and I could get the preliminary paperwork started, ask a huge
fee if I didn't like the broad and probably still be on the links by
three. "Not until one thirty, Ms. Davis." Susan's voice lowered to a
confidential whisper. "Shall I send her in?"
"Sure, what the hey." I opened the third drawer on the left and took
out the mirror I had there and re-applied the exact shade of heather
pink lipstick which made my creamy white skin glow. I could never put
on lipstick without thinking of that wonderful photograph in some men's
magazine: the one of the full pouting lips, painted a glistening
fire-engine red, and poised in the front of that mouth was a lipstick -
carved in the shape of a perfectly circumsized penis. Wonderful. I
smiled in the mirror.
The door to my office opened, and I slid the mirror back into my
cosmetics drawer. "Ms. Davis, this is Mrs. Cancino."
It had taken me a long time to be able to keep my face placid in the
presence of some of my clients. A lot of cheap courtroom work had gone
into my still, unremarkable expression. It was a good thing that my
heartbeat was not audible, or the sight of Mrs. Cancino would have
brought on such a drumming that conversation would have been impossible.
She was not beautiful - the lips too large, the eyelids too heavy (and
now puffy from recent tears, I could see), her heavy black hair grew a
trifle too low on her forehead - but she positively exuded nothing but
s-e-x. This woman was seeking a divorce? What kind of brute
wife-beating, heavy-handed ignoramous would give up this lovely
bed-warmer?
I had had a number of cute little bed-warmers in my time, male and
female, and I had found that just like the way I could tell if a client
of mine was lying or telling me the truth, I had an instinctual feel for
a person's sexuality. I had been right so many times that now I took it
for granted, and my little inner voice was saying to me now that what
had just walked into my office wasn't just a woman, she was a volcano.
I stood up behind my desk, taking advantage of my Swedish ancestor's
good bone structure. I stood almost four inches taller than Mrs.
Cancino, although she was not small herself.
"Thanks Susan." I smiled at her. "Could you bring Mrs. Cancino a cup
of tea or coffee? A soda perhaps?" I turned my smile on Mrs. Cancino.
"What could she bring you... dear?" I smoothed my skirt, a lovely
emerald color. I let my hands stay spread over my thighs for a moment
so that Mrs. Cancino could see my lovely, unpolished nails - and the
fact that I wore no wedding ring. My smile lengthened when I thought of
just where those same fingers with those lovely nails had been just a
few hours ago: wrapped around the shaft of a very nice, and very hard,
cock - which just happened to be attached to a senior vice-president of
an oil company.
"Thank you." Mrs. Cancino turned to Susan. "Would it be too much
trouble to get a ginger ale? My throat is so sore from-" Mrs.
Cancino's chest heaved a bit. "-from crying." She laughed a small,
quiet laugh. "And a box of Kleenex would be nice." A fresh new tear
rolled down her face.
Susan looked at me. "And you, Ms. Davis?"
"Hot tea, please. Thank you, Susan." I walked across the room and
closed the door behind Susan, and then put my hand on Mrs. Cancino's
shoulder. "Please call my Glynda." I said.
"My name is Rita." She turned to me to shake my hand, forcing me to let
my arm slip from around her, but not without letting it brush lightly
against the fabric of her jacket, a long jacket that covered her rear
end.
"Why don't you sit here by my desk, Rita." I motioned to the obligatory
leather chair which every fine law office has. It had been a present
from a senior partner in the firm before he died. A very expensive, old
fashioned leather chair - big enough for two.
"Thank you... Glynda." Rita sat down, and as she did so her skirt rode
up to reveal long brown thighs clad in silk hose.
I was intrigued. Rita was wearing a nice suit; it wasn't a Chanel but
it was a very good knockoff, not at all cheap. Her hose were silk, that
was obvious from the fine sheen that played over her knees. Her jewelry
was some real, some not: but the stuff that wasn't real was the kind
you find in Neiman Marcus, not K-Mart. What puzzled me was the way she
acted, as if she was dressed in a cheap cotton shift right out of the
closet in her trailer. I knew that couldn't be true, not with the
outrageous fees that my firm (and to be honest, myself) were infamous
for. Here was money, if not breeding, and it was acting as if I was a
t.v. lawyer about to get her a three hundred dollar settlement from an
auto accident. It somehow didn't fit.
"Rita, let's just chat a bit while we wait on Susan to get my pot of
tea." I seated myself in my chair and crossed my legs, right knee on
top, the one with the freckle beside it.
She nodded. "I guess you're wondering first of all why I'm here." She
looked down at the purse clutched in her lap. "I think I want a
divorce." She barely got out the last word before she burst into a
fresh torrent of tears.
Susan entered at that moment with a tray. She put the tea tray within
easy reach, placed Rita's soda on a coaster on the edge of my desk, and
placed a box of Kleenex in Rita's hands. Susan walked back to the door
and stood there for a moment. I could see her give me the hand sign
that we had worked out a long time ago: 'everything okay?' I nodded to
her. "Everything's fine, Susan. Thank you very much. Mrs. Cancino and
I were just discussing a few preliminary things." I smiled at her and
gave her the 'all clear' signal. Susan rolled her eyes in Rita's
direction and smiled, and then left, closing the door with a gentle thud
so that even with her back turned, Rita would know the door was closed.
Lawyers don't study law exclusively.
"Rita." At the sound of her name, she looked up at me, wiping at the
last of her mascara as it trickled down her cheek. "Let's see if we can
get to what the root of the problem is before you decide to fill out any
paperwork, okay? But first of all, let's get you cleaned up a bit,
you'll feel much better." I leaned down and rummaged around in my
cosmetics drawer and brought out a little jar of make-up remover. "Come
over here with me and we'll get that black stuff off of your face." I
gave a little laugh. "I've been in exactly your situation before; well,
not divorce but you know, my makeup all running down my face in public,
and I know how sticky that can feel." The sight of lovely Rita was
probably going to make me feel sticky too, but nonetheless I stood up
and walked over to her chair. The hem of my skirt grazed her shoulder.
I reached for her hand. "Come with me. I've got a nice little hidden
powder room."
I watched her stand up. It was if those long brown legs found the
ground and the rest of her unfolded. Her buttonless jacket gaped wide
for a moment and I saw the heavy sway of her right breast. Ah ha, she
wasn't wearing a brassiere. My own nipples hardened at the thought of
how those brown breasts would probably have large dark aureoles and big
pink nipples. Or perhaps small ruby-red nipples, hard as pebbles. Oh,
the luxury of unwrapping pleasant suprises.
I took Rita's hand and led her to my small private bath. There was a
nice mirror with lighting tinged with just a tiny bit of pink (I had
searched all afternoon in four drugstores for those lightbulbs - they
approximated the lighting in a bar and made my skin look wonderful), and
a huge bowl of potpourri scented the air with flowers and cinnamon. I
handed Rita the makeup remover. "Here you go. Take a swipe at that
mascara with this. Here's some cotton pads." I gave her a motherly
smile in the mirror. "You make yourself feel better and I'll be waiting
in the office, okay?"
"You're too kind." Rita said, her big brown eyes still brimming with
tears. "You really are. Thank you so much." When she looked down at
the jar in her hands, the tears slid from under thick black lashes.
"Oh no, not really." I allowed myself a light pat on her rump under the
jacket. "I'll be in here, okay? You use anything you like. That's
what I keep it here for." I whisked myself out of the room, and did not
need to look to know that she was watching my long strides back into the
office. I sat at my desk and heard running water, then the door to the
bath closed.
I leaned back in my chair and took a deep breath. Even through her
jacket and skirt and probably a slip on underneath, her bottom had been
curvy and enticing. There were wonderful things that could be done to a
plump, willing bottom, and I mentally salivated at the thought of a few
I would like to try out on Mrs. Cancino. At that moment I did a thing
that I seldom indulged in: I swiveled my chair to face the thirtieth
story window, propped my legs open on the low window-sill, spread my
legs wide and stroked the lips of my panty-less cunt. I knew that the
chances of some other lawyer or banker or accountant looking out across
the concrete jungle just then, and right into my window, was
infinitesimally small, but the feel of the cool office air on the inside
of my thighs, the warmth of the afternoon sunlight striking the slightly
parted lips of my cunt, and the idea of those men with their frigid
wives and sex-starved cocks just a few yards away from a woman who sat
and fondled the lips of her hungry pussy... well, it was more than just
a show. It was a statement. When I pressed my middle finger just
slightly down, touching my clit with a feather touch, I giggled like a
naughty schoolgirl. Just as I suspected. Already wet. I had been
savoring last night with Andre (who I called "the giant" even though he
was shorter than I: stature had nothing to do with his nickname) all
day, and coupled with pleasant memories, the sight of full-breasted Rita
and her lovely lips had pretty much worked me up to a state indeed. I
had shown great foresight that morning, wearing stockings and garters
instead of panty-hose. It was going to be a great weekend if I had my
way about it. I giggled, threw my legs together and placed them
demurely beneath my desk. I flexed my thighs and could feel a slight
silky give between them. I had better be careful, or I'd leave a wet
spot on the back of my skirt. I reached back and hiked it up over my
ass a bit, hidden by the arms of my chair. I felt the cool leather
touch on the hot lips of my cunt and felt better immediately, although I
much prefer the longer method of cooling off, which always involves
getting hotter first.
The water stopped in the bathroom, and a moment later Rita walked back
into the office, her face scrubbed and glowing. Her skin was naturally a
golden brown, and without the streaks of makeup I could see that it was
fine and healthy. Her scrubbing had caused blooms of dusky rose to
appear in her cheeks. "You know," she said, "I really do feel better."
She smiled at me and sat down in her chair. "Now I'm just incredibly
thirsty." She took a long drink of ginger ale, the ice cubes clinking
on her large white teeth. "Oh, that felt good." She gasped, and put the
glass back onto the coaster.
"I bet." I said, wondering what else would make her say something like
that. "Now. You feel like you're ready to tell me why you came to my
office today?"
She nodded. No more tears welled up in her eyes, although she did take
a deep breath. "The only reason I came to your office today is that I
finally convinced myself to do it. I've been meaning to come to see you
for about six months. I just didn't have the courage. I didn't even
have the courage to make an appointment. I just woke up this morning
and said to myself 'today is the day, you go down there and ask if she
will see you' and, well..." Rita looked at me with a little girl look.
"Well, here I am." She made a helpless gesture with her hands and let
them fall back into her lap.
"So this isn't something recent. You've thought about this."
"I've thought about it a lot, Mrs. Davis." She looked sheepish.
"Glynda." She looked up briefly to see my smile and then back down at
her hands. "I love my husband, Glynda. It's just that -" her voice
got very small. "It's just that I believe in marriage, Glynda. I don't
want to make a joke out of my marriage. The only thing I can think of
is to get a divorce." She blinked rapidly a few times but straightened
in her chair and did not cry.
I was puzzled. "I'm sorry, Rita, I don't follow. You love your
husband, you believe in marriage, apparently from the way you tell it
you actually like your marriage. Why on earth have you come to see a
divorce lawyer? Sounds like you and Mr. Cancino need a marriage
therapist, not a lawyer."
"A therapist? Scott?" She laughed. "Never. He'd say that I am the
one who needs a therapist, and not the marriage kind, either!" She
laughed again, but this time I could hear a hint of anger in her voice.
"Why would Scott say that, Rita? Has he implied that you have an
illness?" I knew this was pretty much the kind of thing that husbands
tell wives then no longer want, but I wanted to hear what those lovely
ears had heard.
"Well, yes and no." Rita blushed. "You see, well." The blush spread
from her cheeks to her neck, and down into her blouse. "It's sort of
hard to explain." She whispered.
I leaned back in my chair, propped my elbows on the arms of my chair and
steepled my hands. This always seems to make clients more open to the
idea of telling me what I want to know. The doctor look, I suppose.
"Rita, I'm a lawyer. I'm not a minister, or a psychiatrist or your
mother. We can talk about things without me mentioning sin, illness or
being a bad girl. I don't think like that, I think like a lawyer."
More like a slut, I thought to myself, and supressed a smile. "Chances
are that the information that is most hard to vocalize is the most
important to your reasons for a divorce, and from there we can determine
how we wish to file for a divorce, on what grounds, what you think is
fair for the suffering you have gone through..." This usually worked,
and on Rita it worked like a charm.
"Suffering! Oh god, how can I explain what I have suffered!" She threw
her head back and stared at the ceiling. I saw her jacket rise and fall
and thought of those lovely breasts heaving beneath her blouse. "Night
and day. I can't stop thinking about it. I even dream about it!" She
looked at me, her eyes wide. "It's got to stop. I can't take it
anymore." Her hands gripped the arms of my leather chair. I saw the
flash from her wedding ring.
"What is the nature of the abuse?" I asked, in a normal voice. I was
secretly enraged, seeing images of those heavy breasts lashed, of that
beautiful bottom covered in bruises, of those lovely lips crushed and
swollen. "Was it entirely physical?"
"Physical?" Rita almost yelled. "No! It wasn't physical at ALL!" She
stood up and stormed over to the window. "How I wish it was, oh how I
wish it was." Her voice again sank to a whisper as she turned to face
me. "Glynda..." one of her hands covered her face. "My husband... I
am..." she took the hand from her face. "I am a nymphomaniac or
something. I have to have sex more often than I do now. I will
absolutely go crazy if I don't. I don't want to break my vows of
marriage, but I can't go on like this, so the only thing I can think of
is to get a divorce." Her face was stern as she said this, but when
she finished she covered her face with both hands and sobbed into them.
"I am so embarrassed." She choked. "I feel so dirty."
"Rita." I managed. My throat was dry. I poured myself a cup of tea
and drank it, not bothering with the sugar and lemon. My hands shook.
I couldn't help it, the cup rattled into the saucer as I placed it back
on my desk.
"I know." Rita said bitterly. "I need a shrink." She walked back to
her chair and picked up her purse. "Well, I don't want one. Thank you
for your time." She turned her back on me and started for the door.
"Rita, there is no reason in the world why you should put words like
that in my mouth!" I walked over to her and grasped her arm. "Quite
the contrary. It's quite healthy to have an interest in sex. If your
husband does not then it is he with the problem, not you. Please come
back to my desk and talk about it. We don't even have to talk as lawyer
and client." I dropped the frosty lawyer-attitude when I saw it had the
effect I had intended. "I would be honored if you would talk to me
just as an interested friend." I smiled slyly. "And let me take your
jacket. It's getting so warm in here."
Rita looked sheepish, and put her purse back on the table beside the
leather chair.
"I'm sorry, Glynda." She sighed, and shrugged her jacket off of her
shoulders. I bit my lip when I saw firm, hard nipples pushing through
the white silk of her blouse. "I'm always so tense."
"We'll get you loosened up a little, and that will make it easier to
talk." I smiled sweetly. "Do you ever imbibe? I have some wine if you
would like... and of course I have something a little stronger if you
think you're up to it."
"Well, I may as well put all of my sins on parade." Rita sat in the
chair and crossed her legs high, showing muscular calves tapering down
to delicious ankles and feet in red snakeskin shoes. "I must admit that
I am something of a bourbon woman. A bit of ginger ale with it though,
if you don't mind."
"Not at all." I moved over to her to take her ginger ale glass from the
table, leaning over her to reach it. I inhaled the maddening aroma of
expensive French perfume with the tiniest hint of fresh woman-sweat. It
made my slippery cunt lips tingle.
I took her glass to the little liquor cabinet I kept in a bookshelf. As
I poured a generous amount of bourbon and topped it off with ginger ale,
I wondered to myself just what kind of little dish I had here.
I was well accustomed to sex with my clients, when and if the whim
struck me. Lately the whim had been banging me pretty often, and I in
turn had gotten banged pretty often as well. But in the last few months
the more I had sex the more sex I wanted; if one of us in this room was
a nymphomaniac, it probably wasn't Rita. I knew the feeling of lying in
bed with a dripping cunt, aching breasts and a tongue hungry for cock or
cunt - I didn't care at those times. What an awful feeling, one that no
vibrator could ever take away. I thought of Rita lying naked and
panting beside her husband Scott and wondered what kind of eunuch would
turn down that lovely beauty. Personally, I was about ready to fall
down on my knees and do some serious clit-worship, if I could just find
a way to get her to cooperate.
"Here you go." I handed her the drink. Her nails were short and
unpolished, but buffed to a high sheen. Just perfect to slip in and out
of my ass while she.... I shook my head to clear it. You're going too
far, Glynda, I warned myself.
"Thanks." Rita took the drink from me, and our fingers met for a brief
second.
I took my drink - bourbon too this time, although I usually favored
vodka - and sat down behind my desk. "Well, like I said, Rita, maybe if
we just talked about your situation for a little while we could get some
kind of understanding of what kind of proceedings we need to institute."
Rita looked up at me over the rim of her glass. Half of her drink was
already gone, and her face was getting an almost instant flush. "You
couldn't imagine what it's like, Glynda." She leaned back in the chair
and closed her eyes. She tilted her head back, making her heavy breasts
stand out in perfect relief.
"So tell me."
"No, you just couldn't imagine what it's like." She repeated, shaking
her head slowly. "You start to think about sex all of the time. You
dream about it at night." A tiny sigh escaped her.
"When you shower in the morning you feel your tits, and your nipples get
so hard they hurt. When you put on your clothes just the rubbing of your
shirt against your skin makes you want for somebody to rip it open and
suck your tits, just suck and suck..." She took another long drink from
her glass, never opening her eyes.
"By lunchtime your underwear is soaked. Your pussy drips all day
because you've been sitting at your desk, looking out of the window,
thinking about that big guy down at the security desk, thinking about
how his cock is probably ten inches long and big as a sausage. How it
would be if he caught you getting into your car one night and just
ripped your skirt off right there and fucked you and fucked you and made
you come over and over again. How his hands would be hot and he would
grab your tits and squash them together and run his tongue over them and
almost eat them right off of you. He'd just slam you against the hood
of the car, nothing exposed but his huge, hot cock, and fuck you so hard
you'd leave a dent in that Mercedes you got for your birthday." She
giggled and opened her eyes and looked at me.
"I think I'm getting a little drunk." She smiled and raised one
eyebrow. "But you know he won't because you're a married woman and the
man you're married to just happens to be his boss. So you get in your
car and go home to his boss and make his boss dinner and climb in his
boss' bed and beg his boss to let you do anything, suck his cock or jerk
him off or anything... but all his boss can do is say that he is tired
and he needs his sleep and not to be so dirty and to just get some
rest." Rita set her empty glass on the table with a clunk. "And so you
go into the bathroom and sit on the side of the tub and rub yourself off
and hope to god that tomorrow he'll feel like throwing one into you. Of
course, since the beginning of your marriage you've never had sex more
than once a month, so if it hasn't been at least thirty days, you're, as
the kids say, shit out of luck."
She calmed down now, and slumped back into her chair.
"... and that's the long and short of it, I guess." Rita finished.
Her face was completely flushed, and she had opened the first two
buttons of her white silk blouse, exposing the upper curves of her
breasts.
"Personally, Rita, I don't see how you could stand it." I finished off
my bourbon in two gulps. I needed it. Listening to her tell of her
frustrated sex life, her rich fantasy life and then watching those long
legs cross and uncross had worked me up to a fever pitch. My crotch was
soaked. I was glad I had hiked up my skirt when I sat down.
"Not to tell tales or anything but I get it more than once a month and
I am single." I swirled the ice in my glass around with a fingernail.
"I couldn't stand the thought of having sex so seldom I counted it in
terms of how many fucks a year." I laughed. "I would be so hot on
that twenty-ninth day that I would be yowling like a cat in heat." I
blushed a bit for effect, and then smiled a big toothy smile.
"Oh, that's when he wouldn't do it to me." Rita leaned forward. "He
would only do it to me if he thought I didn't want to. And then it
would only last a minute or two. I'd just get that first nice rush of a
cock in me and then it would all be over."
Rita burped and put a hand to her mouth. "Excuse me!" She laughed.
"And the things I have been saying to you, it isn't right." She looked
at me coyly. "Maybe it's because it's been twenty-eight days since
Scott did it to me that I'm talking like this." She threw a leg over
the arm of her chair. "Or maybe it's the bourbon." She picked up her
glass and licked the rim.
"Or maybe it's because you know it makes me hot." I stood up. "I think
we both know." I laughed. "Don't give me that look of wide-eyed
suprise." I walked over to her rubbed grabbed her hand. I spread my
legs slightly and thrust her hand into my drenched pussy. I rubbed my
clit against her skin and shuddered. "You knew you had done that to me.
You tried to do it, didn't you." She took her hand from between my legs
and looked at it, the way it glistened in the light. She gave me a
tentative look, and then licked her hand.
"Mmmmmm...." she said. "Tastes like mine." She closed her eyes for a
moment from lust and drink. "That was a wicked thing to say, isn't it?
Now you know for sure that I've... tasted it." She opened her eyes and
looked at me lazily. "One thing, though. You gotta know about me. Very
important." She turned her liquid brown gaze straight into my eyes.
"I've never done it with anybody but Scott. You understand?" She
looked just a little scared. Just a tiny hint of it, but it was there
nonetheless.
I pulled her to her feet. "You've never done it with a woman before, is
what you want me to know, right?" She nodded. I leaned down and licked
her ear and whispered hotly into it. "Well Rita, let me tell you, I can
fuck you all night. I know just where that juicy clit of yours is and
just what to do with it. I can come just as many times as you can and
it ain't over just because I do." I unbuttoned her blouse and took her
breasts in my hands. "You like to have your tits sucked, don't you?" I
gave her my patented wicked smile. "I bet you've even tried to get
these big, lovely tits in your own hot mouth, haven't you?" Before she
could reply, I bent down and buried her right nipple in my mouth,
sucking hard while I pinched the other one. I switched my ass in the
air for her to watch as flicked my tongue over her nipple, teased it
with my teeth, sucked it harder and harder.
"Oh god." Rita's voice was usually low and melodious, and now it
deepened into a sexy rasp. "You shouldn't do that. Oh god, you
shouldn't do that." Her breathing deepened, thrusting her nipple deeper
into my mouth. I grabbed her other breast in my hand and squeezed it,
pinching the nipple in time to my sucking. Her entire body was
vibrating, and she started to squirm to get her hand into her crotch. I
pulled away.
"Oh no you don't." I slapped her arm. "You think I'm going to let you
stick your own fingers in that hot cunt of yours?" I stepped back from
her and spread my legs, putting my hands on my hips, accentuating my
waist. "You want to masturbate somewhere, you go home." I smiled at
her and licked her lips. "You want to fuck all night, you come see me."
I thrust my pelvis out at her and laughed.
She looked up at me for a moment, stricken, and then laughed too. "You
bitch." She said. "How can I go home in this condition?" She held her
big breasts in her hands and pointed her ripe nipples at me, and then
let one hand slither down into her panties, which came back shining and
wet. "You get me like this and then tell me I have to wait?" She
laughed again.
"You bet I'm telling you to wait. You're going to get fucked right and
proper." I smirked.
"If you say so." She was still smiling, but looked a bit puzzled.
"I'll tell you one thing: I don't know what I'm getting into, but I
don't care and I want to get into it now." She stood up and walked over
to me. "I don't know how two women fuck, but I think I'm going to enjoy
finding out." She leaned in toward me and, after a tiny hesitation, put
her lips to mine.
After a moment, I pulled away. Rita's eyes were glassy, and her mouth
was smeared with my lipstick. "I'm going to give you my address. You
be there at ten o'clock tonight and be ready for whatever happens." I
licked her ear and whispered into it. "And a lot will happen, and you
are going to like every bit of it, I promise."
*2*
"A Tasty Tail"
I sat on the sofa and sipped a glass of wine, waiting. All had been
taken care of: dinner waited on the sideboard in the dining room, ice
and glasses were in the living room, and my little velvet bag waited in
the bedroom. Of course, and most especially, there was always Rita's
suprise waiting in the basement. I smiled into my glass. The wine
wafted a delicious aroma into my nose, light and clean.
When the doorchime sounded, I was in no hurry to answer. I put my
wineglass on the coffee table and stepped into my high heeled slippers
before I stood up. I arranged the burgundy silk robe around my waist
and tied its sash, noting with approval that my clevage shadowed nicely
the silver trinket I wore on a chain around my neck. It nestled in the
cleft between my breasts and marked a cool spot on my warm, still
slightly shower-damp skin.
When I opened the door Rita was fidgeting on the front stoop.
"Rita." I stood back from the door and invited her inside with my gaze.
She did not move for a moment, looking at me in my silk robe which clung
to my skin, my hair hanging in damp auburn curls around my shoulders, a
long leg peeking from the fold of my cover. I saw her gaze go from my
face to the charm dangling between my breasts to that leg and travel
down it to my foot with its four inch heel slipper. I gave a small
laugh. "Rita - you can come in, you know."
"Oh!" She blushed and stepped inside the door, which I closed behind
her. "Um, sorry. I..."
"Well." I simpered. "Aren't you going to greet me properly?" I held
my arms out to her.
She flowed up against my body, and I bent my head slightly to accept her
hungry kiss. Her arms at first hugged me tightly around my waist, but
after a few thrusts of my tongue into her hot red mouth her hands
strayed, roaming up my back, kneeding my shoulders, tangling themselves
in my hair. She thrust her pelvis out to meet mine, and rubbed her
immense breasts against my own. Her mouth tasted of peppermint, her
tongue felt hot and pointed as it darted into my mouth, caressed my
tongue, licked my teeth. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my
stomach, wedged between us, and then crept into the opening of my robe,
seeking out my breasts. My cunt, throbbing all day with anticipation of
tonight, started to pound. She cupped my tits in her hands, moaning as
her fingers found my hardened nipples. She pinched them between thumb
and forefinger, twisting them slightly. I learned much as she carressed
my aching body, as she was treating me the way she wished to be treated.
I pulled my mouth away from hers. My lust was almost uncontrollable. I
had to fuck or be fucked. Nothing else mattered.
"Strip." I commanded. "I've got to lick that pussy now." My voice was
hoarse from the pounding building up in my cunt. "I want to taste that
little clit of yours. I'm going to suck it until you come all over my
face. Fuck my face, Rita. Do it now."
I untied the sash of my robe and let it fall snakily from my shoulders.
My body was completely hairless, and Rita gasped and looked at me wide
eyed as she saw the pouting lips of my cunt, dripping and bare. Her
pupils were dilated, and her hands shook as she dropped her purse in the
floor, shrugged off her jacket and then ripped at the buttons on her
blouse. I stood back and watched, kneeding my breasts as she in turn
watched me, pinching my own nipples under her gaze, loving my body for
her while she was busy. Her eyes never left my busy hands.
Her clothes lay in a puddle of tweed and satin as she stood before me
wearing a decollete brassiere and tiny satin panties, both of bright
yellow that showed to perfection the perfect brown of her skin.
"Where..." she panted, and looked around wildly.
"Right here, you slut. You're going to let me lick your pussy right
here." I took her in my arms and pushed her down on the floor, melting
down beside her. Her brassiere opened low in the front, and I
unfastened the clasp with one experienced hand. Her huge tits bounded
free and lay perfect against her rib cage. I devoured them as my hands
tugged at her satin panties, biting and sucking them, sucking as if I
wanted them to make her come all on their own. I was so much taller
than she that everything was in easy, convenient reach. All these
goodies, and just for me.
I pulled her panties off of her muscular legs, and sat on my knees
astride one of her thighs. I rubbed my dripping slit on her skin,
loving the feel of her cool flesh against my hot cunt. I stroked the
inside of her thighs as I inspected the lovely appetizer I had there
before me. The curls on her mound were black and shiny, with very tight
spirals wound tightly together. A tiny line of fine, black hair ran up
to her navel, and a few curls tucked themselves between her swollen lips
at the opening, fanning the fragrance of her wet pussy up to my ravenous
face.
"Play with your tits." I ordered. Rita's eyes were tightly closed, so
she did not see the hungry look on my face as she moved her smooth brown
hands up to the ripe globes of her breasts. When I slipped my
forefinger into her opening right above her clit, she gasped and
squeezed her nipples hard. They had become long and deep pink, standing
out between her finger tips as if they were begging me to suck them to
release.
"This is your clit, isn't it Rita?" I moved my finger lightly over the
inflamed appendage, dragging it slowly over the head of her clit. She
moaned and made her body perfectly still, as if to stop any movement
which might make my finger move from its target.
"Rita..." I whispered. "Rita, open your eyes." I started to move my
finger slowly in circles around her clit. "Rita, look at me." Her eyes
opened slightly and she twitched, looking down at my finger in her cunt.
"Watch me, Rita. Watch me while I rub your clit. I'm rubbing my clit
too, Rita. It feels so good it almost hurts, doesn't it? You want me
to keep doing this, don't you?" Rita nodded and groaned heavily. Her
hips were rising to meet my finger as I made my little circles. "You
want to come, don't you?" My breath was coming harder, and little gasps
escaped me as I felt Rita's pussy get wetter and wetter, as my finger
slid over my own begging clit. "You want to come, Rita? Do you? Tell
me you want to come, you bitch."
Rita arched her back and moaned. "Oh god, make me come. Make me come.
I've got to come, I'll die if I don't. Glynda, make me come. Please, oh
please." Her eyes closed tightly again, and her hands had left her tits
and grabbed at the rug.
"Oh no. Not this way, I won't." I threw myself down between her legs
and spread them roughly apart with my hands, opening her pussy wide,
watching the glisten of her juice drip down to the crack of her ass. I
dove into her, my tongue thrusting into her, fucking her with it as one
thumb found her clit again and rubbed it. She was almost shrieking as I
fucked her with my tongue and masturbated her. I switched off, and
tongued her burning clit as I thrust first two, and then three fingers
into her pussy. Her cunt lips were so swollen I did not have to hold
them open, and with both hands freed I continued to thrust with the
fingers of one hand, and drenched the other with her pussy juice. When
my hand was covered, I reached down between the clenched cheeks of her
ass to massage her asshole. I did not try to penetrate it, but pushed
lightly against it, rubbed it, stroked it. Her hips were bucking, her
fists were pounding the floor, her pussy was flooding my mouth with her
sweet taste. I licked her clit, nibbled at it, gave it long swipes like
licking an ice cream cone. With her asshole stroked and her pussy
finger-fucked, when I sucked hard on her clit it was all she could bear.
She screamed without words, ground her cunt into my frantically sucking
face, and her thighs locked against my head as her orgasm burst through
her. My cunt was throbbing insanely, begging for attention, but I
ignored it. I would be more than compensated later.
"Glynda!" Rita groaned, as the thrashing of her orgasm subsided. "Oh
god." She put her hands to her face and rolled over onto her stomach.
I lay down beside her, and wiped my mouth and face on my robe lying
near.
"Did you like that, Rita dear?" I asked smugly. She giggled into the
nap of the carpet.
"Um, yes... I think I would say that." She giggled again. "I'm afraid
my hair is a bit of a mess." She reached up to touch it and grimaced.
I bounded to my feet, and helped Rita with much wobbling and laughing.
"Sex makes me hungry." I said. "And good sex makes me famished." I
pulled on my robe.
"Well I'm starving." Rita said and reached for her clothes on the
floor. "Although I must admit I'm not as hungry as I was about ten
minutes ago." She smiled at me saucily and then promptly blushed.
"You're a doll." I said. "Let me hang up your things before they get
hopelessly wrinkled. I have a nice robe you can borrow. It may be a
bit long for you, but it'll sure be more comfortable than getting
dressed again." I gave her a wink. "And it'll save you from having to
get undressed again anyway."
Rita smiled at me happily and handed over her clothes. I took them to
my bedroom, after showing Rita to the guest bath, where she had a little
washing up to do. I threw my robe in the clothes hamper, and retrieved
another one for myself of emerald green to match my eyes, and one for
Rita of the sheerest black chiffon, studded with tiny embroidered
Chinese ideograms. There is nothing a woman loves so much as to be
sexually satisfied with the thought of more delights to come - and of
course to be properly dressed for the ocassion.
Rita was standing by the aquarium in the living room, watching the fish
swim around. "Here you go." I handed Rita the black chiffon.
"Oh my god, it's beautiful, Glynda." She pulled it on and cinched it
tight around her waist with its golden cord. Her tits strained against
the sheer material, flattening them slightly and throwing her still-hard
nipples into relief. She twirled around, making the skirts flow about
her like clouds.
"You are the one who is beautiful. It just adds to you." I gave her a
chaste peck on the lips. "Now let's eat. Or I'll have to eat you for
real this time."
Rita giggled. "Promises, promises."
"Don't tempt me. Besides, you have to be a good girl and eat your
dinner, or you won't get your present." I smirked at her and walked
into the dining room, beckoning her to follow.
"Present?" Rita asked, puzzled. She sat down the table and propped her
elbows, cupped her chin in her hands. "What kind of present?" She
smiled as I poured her a glass of wine.
"A nice kind." I went into the kitchen for a moment and returned with
our plates of salad. "You could call it candy." I batted my eyelashes
at her. "Hard candy, that is. Now do be quiet and eat and then we'll
go unwrap your present."
"I love presents. I want to give you a present." Rita licked her lips
and wiggled in her chair, laughing and playing provacative.
"Well, you just wait for that until we see yours. Then we'll see if
you'll maybe share your present with me. After all, it's big enough for
two."
*3*
"A Lacy Tail"
"I feel so lazy." Rita said. She was lying propped on pillows on my
sofa, one leg thrown over the sofa arm, black chiffon slithered down her
leg, leaving her crotch and one enticing leg exposed. We were sipping
drinks, listening to music.
"Mmm. Good feeling, isn't it?" My face was flushed slightly, and felt
warm to my touch. The vodka wasn't nearly as responsible as my clit
which was still throbbing from my neglect of it before dinner.
Rita sat up and crossed her legs, making the dimple beside her knee
stand out. "So." She said, trying to look prim. "I remember being
offered a piece of candy after dinner. I have yet to see it." She
rose from her seat and walked over to me, rubbing one hand inside my
robe and finding my nipple there. "This looks like a nice piece for me
to suck on for a while."
I laughed and pressed her hand harder onto my breast. "Oh, you'll get
that, for sure. But I have a special treat for you tonight." I stood
up and let my robe fall open. "But I don't seem to be dressed for the
ocassion. And, I might add, neither are you." I ran my fingers down
between her breasts and over her stomach, watching the play of muscles
beneath her skin, hardly shadowed by the thin material she was wearing.
"We have to dress up? Who wants to get dressed?" She grinned. "You've
made me a shameless whore. I want to be naked for the rest of my life."
She bounced up on her toes to make her height nearer to mine. "And I
want to show you that I'm a quick learner." She leered and licked her
lips.
"Nice girls always dress for the ocassion. And don't go telling me
you're not a nice girl." I added before she could interrupt. I
laughed. "Besides, I think you'll like wearing what the ocassion calls
for."
She looked intrigued. "Hmm. I wonder if I can guess just what you're
talking about."
"Why guess? Let's go look at what I've got that seems appropriate." I
tweaked one of her nipples and led her to my bedroom.
My bedroom was the masterpiece of my house. While I endeavored to make
the public parts of my house as coolly elegant as was befitting a lawyer
who was a partner in the firm, my bedroom was my business. And in
there, my business was sex.
A critical friend had once told me that my bedroom looked like it had
been taken whole out of a high-priced nineteenth-century whorehouse, and
I was immensely pleased with the description. The room was huge - it
had originally been the family room of the house. The walls were
painted a deep burgundy red. The curtains were velvet, as were the
coverings of the wing-back chairs and the coverlet on the bed. The wood
was deep cherry with brass fittings. The bed was oversized, bigger than
a king. There were times when I felt very friendly indeed and had a few
of my closest friends in it with me. The posts of the headboard and
footboard rose almost to the ceiling and formed a frame, from which the
bed-curtains suspended, tied back at the corners, making the bed almost
a room unto itself when they were closed. A tree grew in an enormous
brass jug in the corner, dappling the light which illuminated the room
from behind it. My closet covered almost one entire wall, and the doors
were mirrored. An alcove with a balcony facing the woods behind the
house stood opposite the closet, and a bourdoir and bathroom led off
from the side. It was totally dedicated to my pleasure, and many nights
had been spent here with the sound of happy sighs and groans. Just
being in my bedroom was enough to get me in the mood.
One man, when upon invitation to my home had found me naked, spread
eagled on the bed with a look of eager lust on my face, had told me that
just walking into the room had given him an instant hard-on. I like to
take some credit for that, but the room helped too.
"Wow. What a room!" Rita said. She laughed excitedly and threw
herself on the bed. "This is heaven. Some day you're going to tell me
about all of the wicked things I just know you have done in here."
"Who wants to talk about them? Let's do them." I rummaged in a
wardrobe in my closet. "Come here. Let's see what we have for Lovely
Rita to wear."
She jumped up and ran to me, her breasts bobbing. When she saw what I
had in my hands she squealed with delight. "Oh god, I've always wanted
one! Where did you get it? Hurry up, let's put it on. And cinch it
tight. Is it the kind that pushes your boobs up? I want them to look
huge." She stopped herself suddenly and blushed. "Gee, I talk too
much, don't I?"
"Oh ho, let out another of your secrets, huh?" I laughed at her, not
unkindly. "Why be ashamed of what you want? We are in this to do
nothing but feel good. I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours.
Deal?"
"Deal." She grinned and then hid her face in her hands for a moment,
like a little girl. "Lace me up and I'll tell you."
"Well, you should put on your undies first, don't you think?
Stockings... panties - oh, don't look disappointed, they're
crotchless!... garters or garterbelt? Garters? Okay..." I went
through drawers looking for the items I needed as Rita talked.
"Well, I know I have big tits. I always have. You know, it's weird.
The thought of me having big tits turns me on. When I was in high school
the guys used to sort of make fun of me but I knew that they liked
looking at them, and imagining what they were like, and they wanted to
get their hands on them." At this her hands moved up to those same
breasts so many high school boys had jerked off while thinking about.
She caressed herself through her robe, lightly scratching her nipples.
"The thought of how big they were started to excite me, too. I used to,
you know, rub myself off and imagine that my tits were huge, and that
guys would do anything to suck on them. I would have done just about
anything to make my tits get bigger and bigger. I got to a D-cup and
they stopped, which I guess is really a good thing, but sometimes I like
to imagine if they were even bigger, like those girls who dance in bars
and stuff." She snorted, and then laughed. "I'd probably break my back
if my boobs were any bigger. Weird how I can get turned on by tits,
isn't it? I mean, especially my own tits."
"Your tits sure turn me on." I said. "How about mine? They're not as
big as yours, do you like them?" I looked around at her, smiling.
"Yes, definitely." She moved up behind me and cupped one of them in her
hand as I stretched up to reach to the shelf in the closet. "I
wonder..." she whispered in my ear, standing on her tiptoes, "I wonder
what it would be like to run one of those hard little nipples over my
clit?" She shuddered slightly.
"Ooo. That's a nice idea." I rubbed my ass against her for a moment as
she fondled my breast. "But we still have to get dressed."
"Oh yes." Rita eyed the items in my hand. "Stockings first? Panties
first?"
"Panties first." I marched her over to the bed. "And crotchless
panties for you from now on. Like the saying goes, 'if you've got a
Picasso, you might as well frame it.'"
She stepped into the panties, and the tiny strings holding them together
hugged her hips snugly. Her curly black bush showed shiny and black
against their white satin. Next came the shining silk stockings, smooth
as her skin, glittering with just a touch of gold. The garters holding
them up were frothy white lace. I retrieved her shoes from the living
room, as my shoes were too large for her. Their black patent went well
with the white leather corset I held in my hands, embellished with pale
blue silk bows and tiny golden rosettes. I stood behind Rita and handed
the corset to her, and she pressed it to her front, adjusting her big
tits into the cups. I pulled it around her and laced it loosely,
drawing the laces in x-shaped patterns as I had been taught by an
extremely stern lady a number of years before.
"Ready?" I asked, when the lacing design was finished.
"Ready for what?" Rita asked, looking at me over her shoulder.
"To tighten this thing up." I said.
"Sure! What do I do?"
"You ever see 'Gone With The Wind'?" I asked, giggling to think of
Rita as Miss Scarlett and myself as Mammy.
"Yeah... oh, the part where she puts on her corset!" Rita laughed.
"Okay!" She grabbed onto the bedpost and I heard her expel her breath.
I pulled the corsets of the lace as tightly as I could, and then eased
off on them a bit. I quickly tied them in a bow knot and stepped back
to admire my work.
Rita turned around to look at me with delight in her face, and then
peered down at her body. Her black hair tumbled about her shoulders,
framing her face with her lively, sparkling eyes and full red lips. Her
tawny skin shone against the white leather of the corset, and its
cinching accentuated her ample curves. Her breasts pushed against the
leather, and formed perfect half-moons above its cups. Her body was a
perfect hourglass, heavy, ripe, luscious tits curving down to a small
waist and blossoming into full, swaying hips. Her legs flowed like
honey into her high-heeled shoes.
"Just a couple of finishing touches." I said, and went back onto my
closet and opened a drawer. From there I took a white velvet choker and
tied it around her neck. I led her to my dressing table in the bourdoir
and sat her down in the chair in front of the mirror. I combed her
shining black hair and piled it on her head, fixing it there with a
golden clasp. A few wispy strands fell over her forehead and down the
back of her neck, accentuating its curve.
"It's my turn now." I smiled at her in the mirror, just as I had done
earlier that day in the bathroom mirror in my office. That seemed like
years ago, now. That woman, crying and embarassed, now stood radiant in
my bedroom, getting up to prance in front of the mirrors on my closet
doors.
"Oh yes." She ran her hands over her breasts and down to her waist.
"This must be some suprise I have coming, if I get to wear this when I
receive it. Or is this the suprise?" She turned this way and that,
admiring her body in the mirror.
"Oh no. The suprise is yet to come. So to speak." I giggled. "What
do you think of this?" I held out my corset to her, a severe one in a
shiny, rubbery plastic, with no decorations. Steel gromets held the
leather thong laces.
She fingered the stuff of which the corset was made. "Wow, this must
feel weird when you have it on." She took it from my hands and admired
it. "If I had this on I would sweat all over the place. That would
feel good, wouldn't it? All sweaty and slippery..." She handed it back
to me. "Put it on. I want to see it."
"Yes, ma'am." I showed her how to lace it up once I had it around my
body, and she did just as instructed. Outfitted in this, with the thigh
boots, my auburn hair wound into a french twist behind my head, and my
silver charm shining around my neck, I stood with her in front of the
mirror.
"We look like a couple of angels." I said. "And me the fallen one." I
grinned.
"So now that we are dressed for the ocassion..." Rita started.
"Now you get your suprise." I looked at her. "Ready or not, here we
come."
I led her out of the bedroom and into the back of the house. I opened
the door to the basement and turned on the light over the stairs. It was
a red bulb.
"Well, Rita... I hope you enjoy your suprise. Let's go and meet him.
His name is Ron."
*4*
"A Monstrous Tail"
"His name is Ron?" Rita squeaked. She swallowed hard. "Um, are you
trying to tell me that there is a man down there, Glynda?" Her eyes
widened comically.
"Yep. Sure is. A present for my lovely Rita. Ron is a client of mine.
Was a client of mine, that is. " I started down the stairs and Rita
followed.
The basement was a finished one, obviously set up as a kind of
recreation room for the family who had lived here before me. It was
still a recreation room, but with a slightly different flavor.
Ron was seated in a recliner, reading a book. He was a big man,
muscular, tall. His hair was reddish gold in the light of the floor
lamp above him. His mustache grew long on his face, giving him a
slightly sad look. His eyes were a pale blue, intensified by the
wire-rim glasses he wore. When he saw Rita and me approach, he put down
his book and got silently to his feet. He was dressed in a pair of
nylon running shorts and nothing else but a smile.
"Rita, I'd like you to meet Ron." Rita looked from him to me and back
again, and then clasped his outstretched hand.
"Nice to meet you." She said, at a loss.
I smiled. "I'm sure Ron thinks it is very nice indeed to meet you too,
Rita, but you'll have to excuse him for a moment if he doesn't answer.
Ron has been a bit of a naughty boy lately, haven't you Ron?" At this
Ron nodded after a slight hesitation. "Ron seems to have a little bit
of a problem making good on his promises, so in order to make up for his
shortcomings Ron is here tonight to please us and learn a few things."
"Learn a few things?" Rita, the white-clad angel asked me. "Like
what?"
"Something along the lines of 'silence is golden' - hence the silence on
his part. No sound will escape your lips tonight, will it, Ron?" He
again nodded, this time with no hesitation. "Ron is here for us to
enjoy. He's my gift to you." I reached over and hugged Rita around the
waist with one arm.
"My gift?"
"Oh yes... but I do hope you'll share." I looked at Ron and smiled into
his eyes. He looked relieved. "Like I told you, there is plenty enough
for two." I let my arm fall from Rita's waist and walked over to him.
"Here, I'll show you."
I snapped my fingers at him and Ron obeyed, pulling down the running
shorts and stepping out of them. I heard a small sound escape Rita's
lips as she took in the sight of Ron's huge cock, only half-hard at the
moment but already hanging four inches down his thigh. The length of
his cock was impressive, but the massive circumference was its
masterpiece; as it swelled and hardened under our appreciative gaze it
grew thick and dark. His wispy blonde hair did nothing to hide the
heavy balls hanging low in their sac. The circumsized head of his cock
blushed cherry red, and when I slapped it gently with the back of my
hand I could feel its scalding heat. Ron was apparently enjoying the
hungry stares of two laced-up, leather clad women.
"What are we going to do?" Rita asked. Her hands roamed over her own
body in anticipation. She scratched the leather cups over her nipples.
"I think we should give Ron a lesson, love. But sometimes Ron has
trouble remembering to cooperate, don't you?" I walked back to Rita's
side without waiting for Ron's affirmative nod. "Since he has trouble
remembering, let's make it easy for him to not forget." I smiled
sweetly at Ron. He looked so vulnerable, standing there with his cock
kicking to one side as his heart beat. My mouth watered at the thought
of licking that cock up and down, my tongue working itself into the
groove and worming down into the slot on the top of the head, tasting
the tiny drop of cum that would ooze out. The throb in my cunt was
working into a fevered tattoo as I thought of his gigantic cock
stretching the walls of my pussy.
"Let's make sure that we have Ron's attention while we give him our
instructions." I gave him a long look and walked across the room,
crooking my finger in his direction. "Follow me." I led them from the
well-lit main room to a smaller one facing the back of the house.
Ron followed as told and Rita walked behind him, her high heels drumming
the carpet. She watched Ron's tight ass move with appreciation, but
seemed hesitant to actually touch it.
I went to the bookcase on one wall and hunted in the near darkness for a
match, and when I struck it the room was faintly illuminated. I lit
some candles around the room, which let off a sweet scent. Ron had seen
this room before, and his face showed his satisfaction at being there
again. Rita seemed to take everything in with a glance, and understood
completely. She grinned at me in wicked lust.
The room glowed in the candlelight. One wall was glass, a patio door
looking out onto my back yard. The high wooden fence surrounding my
property kept ground-level prying eyes out of my business (and my
pleasure), and the balcony attached to my bedroom above sheltered it
from eyes peering from above. I opened the door and let the sounds of
the spring evening float into the room. The air was cool and caressed
my feverish body.
The main furnishing in the room was a massage table, with two low
benches running along each side. Four small plastic boxes were attached
to each corner of the table. I saw Rita place her hand on one and look
at me, but I only smiled in reply.
"Ron." I said to him briskly, and nodded in the direction of the table.
Rita watched as he opened a large wooden box on a nearby stand and took
from it four loops of webbing. She sidled up to me and whispered in my
ear.
"Glynda, those look like seat belts. How did you ever think of it?"
She giggled quietly into my ear.
"But I didn't." I said. "Ron did."
Ron fastened the two larger loops around his ankles, and the two smaller
around his wrists. He climbed upon the table and we saw a brief flash
of metal in his hands and then the locking sound of the metal buckle
sliding into its holster at the corner of the table. He reached for his
other leg and we again heard the quiet click of metal meeting metal. He
lay back, the muscles of his stomach standing out in sculptured relief,
until his head found the small pillow at the head of the table. His
cock, previously twitching with his heartbeat, now slapped his stomach
with every pulse. It was completely hard now, straining to defy gravity
and stand perpendicular to his body, but its massive head and shaft were
of such a great weight that it could not. He turned to the right and
slid the right wrist buckle into its home, and then holding his wrist at
an angle so that the metal stood out rigidly from the strap webbing, he
slid the fourth and last restraint into its lock. He looked over at us,
sweat lightly filming his brow. His bonds allowed only the slightest
bend to his knees and elbows, but his ass squirmed slightly from side to
side, trying to make his cock make more contact with his own flesh,
trying to appease its hunger.
"He's all yours." I said huskily to Rita. She eyed the huge hard-on,
and as she did a tiny glistening drop appeared out of the head. Ron
looked at her with pleading in his eyes, but never uttered a sound.
Rita moved over to the table and circled it, taking in all this body at
her disposal in long, hungry looks. She put a timid finger to his
chest, and trailed it through his golden chest hair. When she touched
one of his nipples, I saw it instantly spring to hardness from her
touch. Her face was a mask of intense concentration as she got to
explore a male body that would not - and could not - shrink from her
gaze.
I settled myself on a chaise longue in the corner of the room, giving me
a perfect view of Rita and Ron. As I watched her run her fingers over
his nipples, teasing and pinching them, I reached down between the chair
cushion and the arm and removed the plastic case hidden there. I took
from it a huge dildo, almost twelve inches long. It was soft and yet
hard, the covering of a rubbery material that seemed to warm up in my
hand and give slightly as I squeezed it. I spread my legs wide and
touched it to my outer pussy lips, and gave a slight shudder. My clit
seemed as if it was going to explode, so I pressed the cool dildo to its
head to quieten it. I trembled.
Rita had stepped up onto the bench on the far side of the table from me.
She looked down at Ron, and then spoke to me.
"This is nice, Glynda. Thank you." She glanced over at my direction,
saw my legs flung open and the dildo rubbing slightly against my clit.
She smiled knowingly. With a quick flurry of motion, she was astride
Ron, sitting on his chest. Her legs just touched the two bench surfaces
on either side of the narrow massage table, giving her the opportunity
for some perfect thrusts. She squirmed up until her cunt was right
below Ron's chin. His head angled up by the pillow had a perfect view
of her black-curled and drenched pussy.
"You're going to watch me get myself off." She said. "I'm going to sit
right here and finger-fuck myself right in front of your eyes." She put
both of her hands to her cunt, spreading the lips for him to see her
engorged clitoris. "Look at how hot my pussy is. I love it when my
pussy is like this. I like to be hot and horny and then finger-fuck
myself. I like to rub my clit until I come." She slipped one finger
into her hole and traced circles around her clit with another. "My
pussy gets so wet, doesn't it? It gets wet so it can get fucked.
Fucked by big cocks." She grunted slightly and used a second finger.
Watching Rita fuck herself was driving me into a frenzy. I rubbed the
dildo up and down the inside of my pussy lips, lubricating it's long
shaft. I pressed the big head to the opening of my cunt, and then with
a single thrust pushed all of it inside that I could take. I groaned to
feel the cool flesh-like appendage ram up into my aching hot cunt. I
left it there and tapped the balls on the other end, driving the
cockhead deeper and deeper by tiny degrees. I stroked my clit with my
other hand, and almost immediately my hips started bucking. I slowed
down, not wanting to come in so short of a time. I wanted to be a long,
slow tease to myself as I watched Rita do the same to Ron.
Ron never took his eyes off of Rita's hands buried in her pussy. His
cock was a furious red now, and his cock was demanding attention,
wanting to shoot the huge load stored in his heavy balls. Rita seemed
to know this too, and did not even allow the skin of her back to touch
the burning head of his straining dick.
"I want to be fucked by a big cock now." Rita's breath was coming in
great gasps as she thrust her fingers in and out of her cunt. "You know
what I would really like?" She whispered raggedly down into Ron's face.
"You know what would make me come like a rocket? I want a big cock
shoved up my cunt." Rita's hands were moving furiously in her pussy,
and I matched her rhythm with the dildo up my snatch, biting my lips to
make no sound so that I could hear her every word. "I want a huge,
thick cock up my cunt. I want another one in my mouth. I want to suck
a big cock until it creams all over me. I want to fuck and suck, and
when they come I want another one to slide right in. Oh, yeah..."
Rita's voice trailed off for a moment, and then resumed.
"I want my cunt to be filled up with hot cum, I want it all over my
face. I want to get my cunt and my face fucked hard." Rita's knees were
pressing together, squeezing the sides of Ron's chest. He was squirming
under her as hard as his restraints would allow, the veins in his cock
pulsing madly, the muscles in his long legs hard and bulging. "I want a
man on each side of me, sucking my huge tits. My tits are the biggest
you've ever seen, aren't they? My nipples are big and long, too. I
want them to suck my tits in time to my face and my pussy getting
fucked. I want them to jerk off on me while they suck my tits. I want
them to come all over my tits, rub it into me." Rita's voice was
getting louder and louder, all four fingers of her hand were stuffed up
her cunt and she worked furiously on her clit. Ron's eyes were wide, his
mouth was open to draw in great draughts of air, and his lips were
licked by his furiously darting tongue, as if he wanted to reach Rita's
spasming pussy from where it gyrated just inches from his mouth.
I could not take it any longer. I uttered a moan as I pulled the dildo
from my sucking snatch, and let it drop to the floor. I staggered over
to the table and put my hand on Rita's arm, drawing her hand away from
her clit. Her head fell and her eyes opened, dazed.
"Turn around." I ordered, my voice gravelly. "Make him do the work.
Make him suck that magnificient pussy. Don't let him miss a stroke." I
grabbed the crotchless panties I wore and pulled them down in a frenzied
motion, flinging them away into the darkness. I climbed onto the table
as Rita turned around with her ass to Ron's face. His long torso had
room for both of our voluptuous bodies, and I took my position over his
raging cock. Rita backed up slowly, looking under her as she maneuvered
her creamy pussy over Ron's mouth. His tongue snaked up into her hot
box before she had even settled herself down, because she gasped and
threw back her head, her tongue darting out as if kissing the world.
I lowered myself slightly until just the head of Ron's throbbing rod was
barely touching the lips of my pussy. I heard him gasp as he tongued
Rita's cream from her, but he never said a word. He was being a very
good boy. To reward him, I let the oozing knob of his cock slide up to
massage my clitoris. It was so hot, it felt so good after the cool
dildo. I arched up and reached behind me and fingered his balls, my
whole body tingling in anticipation of receiving the huge amount of cum
he would spurt into me in hot jets. He bucked his hips up as far as his
straps would allow, trying to get his aching cock into my hot, tight
pussy.
"Rita." I gasped. "Rita, watch." She watched as I reared up and
hovered over the head of Ron's cock. I felt his body give a giant
tremor as I settled my soaking slit down over it. The head cleaved the
walls of my pussy, which were so tight and swollen after being teased
all day. I welcomed the burn of his huge cock entering such a tight
hole. I pushed down on his cock with my weight, and rippled my vaginal
muscles along the delicious length of him. Rita watched, fascinated,
her white teeth biting her lower lip, her body rubbing itself over Ron's
mouth as his cock shoved into me.
I reached my hand into my corset and set my breasts free. They felt
swollen and ached for some attention. I cupped them in my hands from
beneath, pinching my nipples as I rode Ron's huge rod. Rita saw this,
and did the same, letting her giant D-cup tits flow over the cups of her
corset. I squeezed Ron with my knees for balance, and reached out my
hands to feel those lovely mounds. When I had them in my hands, I could
not restrain myself from feeling those long, suckable nipples in my
mouth. Ron's cock was so long that I could lean forward and keep the
head in my throbbing pussy and suck in Rita's tits, crushing them in my
hands, running my tongue between them, biting them, my mouth caving in
from sucking on them so hard.
"Suck my tits, Glynda." Rita shrieked. "Suck my huge tits. Fuck him
and suck my tits while he licks my pussy." She was breathing and
groaning with every stroke of his tongue over her clit. One of her
hands found my breasts, and she tore at the nipples with her fingers,
pulling on them, making hot rivers of sensation run down to my swollen
clitoris as it was pulled by the thrusting of my pussy onto Ron's cock.
"I'm going to come, oh god." Rita screamed at the ceiling. She was
almost suffocating Ron with her demanding pussy. I leaned back and put
my hands on either side of Ron for support, and lifted myself and
slammed my pussy back onto the whole gigantic length of Ron's cock. I
shoved him in and out of my pussy, shrieking, begging Rita to watch as I
fingered my clit and fucked myself with Ron's cock. Rita's tits were
swaying against her chest as I watched her move her way to orgasm.
Ron's balls were hard as rocks, ready to blast his cum all into my
pussy.
"Suck your own tits, Rita. I want to come as you suck your own tits."
I was so close to coming that my voice was barely audible.
Rita grabbed her right tit without hesitation and squeezed it in her
hand. She turned the nipple up to her face and lowered her mouth to it.
Just barely she could get the nipple into her mouth, and she sucked it
as if it could come in her mouth like a ripe cock. After just a few
seconds of feeling Ron's tongue darting into her cunt, dragging over her
clit, massaging all of her creamy pussy, and the sight of my hot cunt
impaling itself on Ron's pole, the idea that she was sucking her own
tits threw her over the edge. She wailed aloud as she came, spreading
her creamy juice all over Ron's face. Her orgasm seemed like it lasted
a full minute, and she doubled over with its spasms. She looked up at
me and groaned. I was riding Ron's cock wildly, thrusting his whole
length into me, slamming my cunt down over his shaft until his balls
slapped against my ass. The friction from his huge cock tore at the
tender tissue of my shaved slit, but I did not care. I called out to
Rita to watch me fuck myself with Ron's cock. I shoved him into me
harder and harder, craving the feel of the hot, sticky head slam into
the very depths of my ravenous pussy.
After a moment, she leaped from Ron's chest down to the floor, where she
stood there a moment unsteadily. Then she came to me and put her face
up to my chest and started to suck my nipple. Her hand found my clit
and massaged it, and I instantly felt myself hurtling toward orgasm.
Ron, his view now unobstructed, looked down at his cock being engulfed
by my cunt, and Rita sucking my tits and rubbing my clit. He uttered a
single groan, his eyes bulging wide. His cock seemed to swell to
enormous size within me, and then buck against the hot confines of my
pussy as his balls forced out jet after jet of thick creamy cum into me,
dripping out from around the shaft of his cock as I kept thrusting while
he spasmed through his orgasm. The heat from his come, Rita's mouth on
my tit and her fingers in my pussy brought on an orgasm so strong that I
felt the muscles of my cunt would cut off Ron's cock at the root. It
came over me in wave after lightning flash wave. I was shrieking again,
I could distantly hear my own cries, as if from another room. My entire
body was consumed with the orgasm, not only my cunt but everywhere was
immersed in its pull. My eyes were screwed shut, and I saw lights
bursting in the warm, red darkness. My breathing was labored, and as my
orgasm subsided my heart pounded in my chest until I thought it would
burst. My cunt still pulled on Ron's cock, which had subsided from its
previous gigantic size, and with each spasm his cock twitched in return.
I opened my eyes and saw Rita standing leaning against the side of the
table, her head on her arms, still breathing heavily. Ron's head lay
unmoving on the pillow, his chest heaving. I moved upward until his
cock slid out of me with a tiny noise. He seemed to whimper once, but
that was all. He had been a very good boy indeed.
I clambered down beside Rita and leaned over the table with her.
"Well?" I whispered. She looked at me with the most wicked grin I had
ever seen on a woman in my life.
"So what's next?" She asked, and licked her lips.
I let myself slither to the floor. "I do believe I've created a
monster." I lay in the floor and laughed.
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