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Foreign
by deirdre
I lay there awake, staring at the dark ceiling. I was stunned,
wondering at myself, not believing it. I had been almost asleep when
I awoke with a start, an image in my mind. Jessica.
A female! And that's not all--a teenager! This wasn't me. Happily
married and completely hetro. Not that there is anything wrong with
being gay, but...
Jessica lived next door. I had invited her mother, Su Li over for a
swim that same afternoon. The Li's are very nice and I had wondered
why I didn't have them over more often. We enjoyed the summer
weather, swimming and so forth, but the image that came back to me
that night was from after our swim. We had just come back in the
house and Su Li told her daughter to change. I offered her a bedroom,
but her mother said she could change right there. Right in front of
us, Jessica stripped off her one-piece suit, dried herself and pulled
on a sundress. I was a little taken aback but didn't worry about it
too much.
But that night as I was falling asleep, there was that image: Jessica
naked, her smooth, slender brown body right in front of her mother
and me. And I dreamed she looked up, right at me, stood up and
stared. I almost detected a hint of a smile, but then her expression
just stayed blank. I couldn't *believe* I had these thoughts in my
head!
The next time I had them over for a swim, I was nervous at first.
Jessica was wearing her usual, modest one-piece suit (as was her
mother), and I swam a bit and soon was over my worry. Everything
was as before except I did catch myself watching Jessica a couple
of times. She did have this smooth little body--just a touch of baby
fat to round it out. I shook myself and managed to avoid making a
fool of myself.
When we were done, I wondered whether things would happen like
the previous time. Something inside of me wanted to see Jessica
again. But the other part of my mind won out and I managed to avoid
being anywhere a similar situation could arise. After they left, I
collapsed in a chair, feeling exhausted, and wondered some more
about myself.
The next time they came, Jessica's older sister from college came
with them. Her name was Hannah and she didn't look that much
different than Jessica. But unlike her sister, she was wearing one
of the skimpiest bikinis I'd ever seen in person!
She was like a magnet to my eyes, but I was *very* careful not to
stare. Thoughts ran through my mind: Hannah was older and it would
be *all right* if she and I had sex. Such thoughts! I'm married, with
no plans of divorce or cheating! It wouldn't be the least bit *all
right*!
It was all right if I *thought* about having sex with Hannah. I snuck
a peek at her--her body was so delicious, the bikini thong barely
covering her rear. I shivered again at having such thoughts, but I
*was* a bit more comfortable with the idea of simply fantasizing
about Hannah. I had to be so careful not to let on.
I lay in bed that night, staring at the dark ceiling again. I thought of
Jessica and Hannah. Both. I made myself think of Hannah. I
imagined her changing the way I watched Jessica change. Her
mother telling her to do it, right there in front of me.
The next morning, Hannah was at my door. I invited her in,
wondering what brought her.
"You like Asians don't you?"
I stood there confused for a second. Then I started to protest in a
confused way that I certainly had no prejudices against Asians.
"No! I mean we turn you on!"
"Hannah! If your mother..."
"You can't hide it! I've discovered that lots of guys get really turned
on by Asian girls and lots of *girls* are too! I can spot it a mile
away now. I saw you: Jessica *definitely* turns you on, and I do too.
Does my mother turn you on too?"
"I don't know where you get..."
"Would you like me to tell Mom about your lust for Jessica?" I was
dumbfounded. Then I realized my panic was showing. "Oh," she went
on, "now you feel you've revealed yourself, but I was 100% sure in
any case." She giggled at me. "You like Asians, *even* if they're
little girls! Maybe *especially* if they're little girls!"
"I..., I don't *do* anything..." I stammered. What was I going to do?
"Here," she said, "Here's a picture of Jessica trying on my bikini."
She handed me a polaroid snapshot. I stared at it. Jessica was
posing and it was hardly covering her. "Oh, you can have it," she
added.
"I don't want it." I said. I didn't make a move to give it back to her.
My mouth was saying one thing, but my hands weren't following
along. Hannah smirked, making no move to take it from me. We just
stood there.
"Well, I'll see you around," she said, smiling at me. She left, leaving
me there, holding the snapshot. I looked at it again. Jessica didn't
look so innocent posing in the bikini. It was so tiny. She was so
sexy! How could this be happening to me?
I put the snapshot in my purse, but I found myself looking it at once
in a while all day. That night I imagined Jessica in that bikini,
taking it off. My fingers worked my clitoris. My husband lay there
asleep. I came, silently.
In the morning, Hannah was at my door again.
"I've got another picture for you," she said, smirking. It was Jessica,
*nude*! I stared at it, not touching it. She was standing, her body
facing mostly away from the camera, but looking back over her
shoulder at the camera, with a slight smile on her face. I couldn't
take my eyes off it. Her rear.
"I don't want it!"
"Yes, you do! Just keep it in a safe place." She looked around and
found my purse, opened it and put the picture in it. I didn't move.
She pulled out the other snapshot of Jessica in the bikini and grinned
at me, and put it back. I could have died right there.
"You know," she went on, "Jessica and I play some... *games*" She
had this sly smile on her face as she waited for me to respond. I
still stood there, mute. She finally went on: "*Spanking* games." I
couldn't believe what I was hearing. My body was getting excited.
"Can you envision Jessica getting spanked?... You're going to come
play with us."
"No!" I finally blurted out.
"Oh yes you will, or Mom will hear about your... private feelings!
Mom's going out this afternoon--come over at 2PM. Walk in and find
us... *quietly*!"
"I can't do this." My breath was so tight, it came out barely more
than a whisper.
"Oh, but you *have* to." She had this gleeful smile on her face now.
"See you at 2," she said as she went back out the front door.
I was a wreck the rest of the morning. I couldn't eat lunch. Part of
me was scared to death. But part of me couldn't wait. I sat, staring
out the window. I paced, which I never do. I watched the clock. I
couldn't pay attention to any reading or anything.
The front door was open. I walked in and no one was in the living
room. The house was absolutely spotless and shoes were lined up at
the front door. I took off my shoes. I walked down the hall and
looked in a bedroom, then another.
There they were! Hannah was sitting on a chair, and Jessica was
face down, over her knees! Jessica was blindfolded. Hannah had her
finger over her mouth for me to be quiet. She lifted up Jessica's
dress and pulled down her panties. I stared, not believing what I
was seeing. Then she smacked Jessica's bottom with her hand.
Jessica gave a muffled gasp, but didn't do anything else. Hannah
spanked her over and over again, and Jessica's hands finally flew to
cover her rear.
"Get your hands away or it'll be *more*!" Hannah said. I couldn't
believe she could make her voice so stern! She waited, and Jessica
finally tentatively removed her hands. "Ten more," she said. She
smacked Jessica some more... my mind couldn't help but count out
the ten ... then she said, "Stand up!" Jessica stood, still blindfolded.
"Take off your clothes!" Jessica did it. I stared as she pulled her
dress over her head, revealing her panties and bra. She quickly
unhooked her bra, dropped it on the floor, and then stepped out of her
panties.
I was seeing her again! I couldn't believe it. I was so excited. She
just stood there, blindfolded, waiting. Hannah quietly motioned me
to come over. I was like a statue. She came quietly and grabbed my
hand and pulled me to the chair and sat me down in it. Then she went
and took Jessica's hand.
"Come with me," she said, to Jessica. She drew Jessica to me
standing her right next to my thighs, then went around me and drew
Jessica down over my knees. Then she knelt behind my shoulder. I
could tell she was trying not to let on that there was a third person
present. She whispered in my ear very quietly "Spank her!"
I looked down. Jessica's little body over my knee, completely nude.
I was being forced to spank her. I couldn't do it.
Hannah spanked her a couple of times. "Now *you* do it, *or else*!"
she whispered. I brought my hand down on Jessica's rear. Probably
not as hard as Hannah had. "Good girl," she whispered in my ear,
"harder now." I spanked her some more, but probably not much
harder.
Then Hannah grabbed my arm and stopped me. Then she reached down
between Jessica's legs! I saw her fingers working. Jessica
squirmed a little, and I could tell she was getting excited. But she
stayed there, not trying to get away or anything. Hannah, with her
other hand took my left hand and put it on Jessica's neck, sort of
holding her down. She continued to work Jessica's cunt with her
fingers. Jessica breathed heavier. I could hear her getting closer. I
knew she would come in a second.
"Now! Spank her! As *hard* as you *can*!" Hannah whispered in my
ear. I guess I didn't move fast enough because in a second, Hannah
had grabbed my right hand and tried to smack Jessica with it. She
gave up and gave Jessica two hard smacks herself, and then thrust
my hand between Jessica's legs! I felt as she came, her body now
writhing.
I watched and watched as Jessica spent herself, and finally just lay
there limp. Then Hannah ordered her to stand up. Then, Jessica still
in blindfolds, she drew her by the hand out of the room. I vaguely
heard her in the distance ordering Jessica to stand until further
notice.
Hannah was back. I was still sitting. She stripped, quickly. I
stared--I'd never seen her nude before. She looked a lot like Jessica
but her breasts were more pronounced. She went to a dresser and
opened a drawer and pulled out a couple of things. One was a leather
belt and the other was *handcuffs!* I sat there, mesmerized. She
came over and gave me the belt and then put a string with a key
around my neck. Then she clicked the handcuffs around one of her
wrists and facing away from me, holding her hands behind her, told
me to click them shut on the other wrist. I did it. Then she lay over
my knees and told me to use the belt on her, as hard as I could!
"Do it! Now! Quickly!" I finally swung at her. "Harder! As hard as
you can!" I did it again and started doing it harder. She gasped and
then said "Stop!"
She got up and told me to go get her blouse. Then she told me to
stuff it in her mouth, as much as I could. "Then whip me as hard as
you can. At least fifty times!" Then she stood there with her mouth
open. I stuffed it in and she was instantly using her head to sign me
to sit back down. Then she was over my lap again. I couldn't believe
this was happening.
I whipped her, and gaining confidence, whipped her harder. Then I
remembered to count. I figured I'd whipped her at least ten times
and then counted out forty. She was squirming all over the place and
trying to yell through the gag, but she didn't get up.
Then I was done. I stopped whipping her. She lay there and I
wondered what to do. Finger her? How could my mind become so
wicked?
Then she slid off and kneeled in front of me. I pulled the blouse out
of her mouth. She didn't say anything--she looked exhausted, but she
turned around so her handcuffs were toward me. I unlocked them.
She stood up and went over to the dresser and leaned forward
against it, resting. She still looked exhausted. "Now it's your turn,"
she finally said.
Once again, it was like I was waking up from a dream. *I* was going
to be spanked. She walked over to me. "Don't be shy," she said with
a little grin and she pulled me off the chair. She drew me by the
hand out of the bedroom and down to the basement. She led me
through a furnished room, through a door to a rougher room with a
cement floor and unfinished walls.
"Strip!" she said. She had turned around and was facing me. Still
nude. Once again I wasn't fast enough to suit her and she went on,
"Come now," she said with a little smile, "you're committed now and
it's your turn." Then she walked up and started unbuttoning my
blouse. I put my hands on her wrists. To stop her? I didn't--my
hands just went along for the ride as she moved down the buttons.
She was so close to me. No closer than when I whipped her, but now
she was standing nude in front of me, taking off my clothes!
She backed up. "You finish." I slowly took off my blouse. She still
watched. I started unzipping my pants and took them off. She still
watched me, her arms folded, a little smile on her face. After
another little pause, I took off my bra and panties.
She went to a shelf and got something. She wrapped it around my
wrist--some kind of restraint, but it was soft. It attached with
velcro. Then she attached a small rope to each one and then got a
stool and looped the ropes through two hooks in one of the beams.
Then she pulled the ropes till my arms were sticking straight up and
pulled until I was standing exactly centered under the hooks with my
arms taught. What had I let myself in for? She hooked the ropes
around what looked like a boat tie on the wall, leaving me there,
standing. Then she went and got a couple of rags. She stuffed one in
my mouth and use the other one to tie it in.
"Now we're ready," she said. And she knelt in front of me and started
fingering me! She fingered my clitoris with one hand and softly
caressed the sides of my cunt with her other hand! I was wet. She
looked up at me and smiled. I felt excitement growing in me.
I was breathing harder and getting closer. She stopped, got up and
walked out. I was facing away from the door but I heard her going
through the house.
What was I doing here? I thought abour her Mom coming home and
catching me! This was incredible--just that same morning I *never*
would have guessed anything like this might happen to me. I heard
her return. She was wearing her bikini. Jessica was with her, but
was behind me. I twisted around to see--Jessica was wearing her
one-piece bathing suit.
Hannah knelt in front of me again. "Now your *real* training begins,"
she said with a grin. She reached and touched me again, working me
back into the same state I was in before. She stopped again.
"I'm going to get you as close to coming as I can," she said, looking
up at me. "Then I'll keep you there till you shake your head yes. Then
Jessica will use the belt on you and I'll make you come." Where did
she *get* such ideas? I'd never *heard* of such a thing! "After we
do this a few times," she went on, "you'll learn to *anticipate* the
whipping," she said and she grinned at me.
She was fingering me again! I was so close! Then she just used one
finger to slowly caress the sides of my cunt. She *almost* entered.
That's all she did! I couldn't *stand* it, I was *so* close. She
looked up at me as she kept up her slow torture. "Do you want me to
*lick* you?" she asked? Something touched my rear. Jessica. The
belt? Hannah took her finger away and pantomimed a kiss towards
my cunt. Then she returned her finger. "Ready?" she asked again.
I shook my head yes. Pain suddenly seared through my rear. Hannah
leaned down and pushed her tongue into my cunt, then started licking
my clitoris. Pain again! I couldn't *believe* the feeling of Hannah
licking me! I writhed there, standing up, hanging from my wrists! I
can't describe it, I had *never* come like that before!
I was left hanging by my wrists. Hannah stood in front of me and got
a little stool so her head was level with mine. She put her head
close and smiled.
"That was just the *beginning*, my little dear," she said. I found my
footing. She knelt in front of me again, gave me a coy smile and
started fingering me again!
I had so many orgasms that afternoon! I couldn't believe it--my body
was ready again and again, even when I felt exhausted! It was
always the same: they brought me close, and when I gave them a nod,
Hannah licked me and Jessica used the strap on my rear! After a
while, Hannah would wait a bit after Jessica started--a few
seconds--but they were so exquisite!
Finally they released me. Jessica left and Hannah stayed with me
while I dressed, still in that obscene bikini. She came up the stairs
with me. I noticed a clock--it was 4PM. Hannah looked happy--
radiant almost--and I still felt a tug in my heart for her.
"A few more sessions like that, and you'll *really* be something,"
she said and she pulled me down by the neck and kissed me on the
lips. "Tomorrow at 2PM," she said and she left, leaving me to let
myself out.
I was exhausted that evening and ended up begging my husband to go
out to eat. After that, we watched TV but I couldn't get into it and
later, I ended up staring at the dark ceiling again.
But the next morning I felt more normal. I worked around the house,
doing some cleaning up, though I did feel something like a zombie,
just going through the motions. I kept looking at the clock. I was
both anticipating and dreading the passage of time.
Hannah met me at the door. There were two other people in the
living room--a young woman, probably in her early twenties,
possibly in college; and an oriental lady. I couldn't tell how old she
was. Hannah invited me in to sit down. Jessica was no where to be
seen. I figured they had received unexpected visitors.
Hannah introduced us. The young woman's name was Jennifer and the
oriental woman's name was Grace. Jennifer was absolutely
beautiful, like a model except that she was more petite--no taller
than the oriental women. She had long, light brown hair. I looked at
Grace again. She had her own kind of beauty--she had that *ageless
oriental* look. They were both dressed in summer dresses as was
Hannah.
"Jennifer is fully trained," said Hannah. It was the first thing
anyone said that was out of the ordinary. "Show her," she said to
Grace.
Grace nodded at Jennifer. Jennifer stood up and took off her clothes!
She was nude in 30 seconds. Then she went to her pocketbook and
pulled out a headband and then lay down on her back on the carpet,
right in the middle of the living room! She had her knees in the air,
her legs apart, and she put on the headband and adjusted it exactly
over her eyes like a blindfold.
Grace stood up and pulled off her dress. Then she took off her
panties, leaving herself in nothing but a bra. Then she knelt over
Jennifer's head, lowering her crotch right over Jennifer's face. I
saw Jennifer's head start moving a little.
Hannah drew me up out of my chair and brought me around to look at
them from a couple of angles, making sure I could see that Jennifer
was licking. "She was like you," she finally said. "Grace...,
*developed* her. Grace is good at it--she has several such slaves
now--a little harem!"
"I have a little teenage girl who helps me do the training," said
Grace. "She is part european--that actually makes her even *more*
appealing to many of you. Jennifer would just *die* for her."
Jennifer still just lay there, licking. Then Grace stood up. Jennifer
sort of searched with her mouth if you can imagine such a thing,
then just lay there. Grace nodded to Hannah, who immediately
started undressing.
When she was completely nude, she straddled Jennifer's head and
knelt and Jennifer started licking her immediately. Hannah's face
changed--her mouth hung open and for a second she was staring into
space. Then her eyes followed me, but her mouth remained wide
open. I could see her breathing.
Grace drew me out of the room. She was still dressed only in a bra.
We went down the hall and into a bedroom. Jessica was in there.
She was standing in a corner, facing it. She was dressed only in
panties--rather conservative cotton panties, but I stared at her just
the same. At her bare back... and the cotton stretched over her little
rear. She didn't move--just stood there with her hands at her sides.
Grace turned and drew me to sitting on the bed. "I think..." she
started, then paused. She put a hand under my chin and turned my
face right toward her. "I *think* you don't *need* the kind of
training they were giving you," she finally continued. She leaned
toward me, her head close to mine. She said quietly, barely above a
whisper, "I think you will respond well enough to a different kind of
training."
She leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue was in my mouth. It was
the most erotic thing I ever recall. We just kissed and kissed,
sitting there on the side of the bed.
Finally she broke away. She looked serious, but I detected a little
smile... not a smirk, but a very slight smile. I felt like I would do
*anything* she told me to. "You're *definitely* one who will take
your training much quicker *this* way," she said. She could read my
mind. She leaned over and kissed me again, but just brushing my
lips. I wanted more! I heard Hannah coming in the living room.
Jessica still just stood there.
"Hannah..." said Grace, thoughtfully. "She'll train well too." I was
confused. "You'll come live with me," she continued. It was
outrageous. My husband. But it seemed so *possible* while I sat
there with Grace.
Then she smiled. "Oh, I'll take care of your husband. I'll give Hannah
to him--he'll love having a little Asian girl-toy. He'll have is cock
up her cute little ass every night. *You*...," she paused, and smiled
again. "You will do wonders. You will seduce their mother for me.
Oh yes, it will work... lots of Asians are attracted to western
women, just like the other way around. I've got *plans* for her...,
and *you*! Have you taken it in the ass?" I sat there mute. She
leaned over and put her lips on my ear. "Have you?" she said right in
my ear. "No!" I said in a breathless whisper. "Good!" she said,
drawing away again. "That's *one* beginning I plan to witness. Go
back and kiss Hannah."
"Go!" she repeated, more forcefully, and I got up and left. She just
sat there. Hannah was still straddling Jennifer. Her eyes were
closed, she was writhing and breathing hard. I knew she had come at
least once. I knelt in front of her. She was so sexy. I grabbed her
head and put my lips on her. Her eyes flew open and she looked
shocked. Then she kissed me back, hard. She was so driven. She
seemed to be having trouble breathing. I drew back and looked at
her. Her eyes were closed again and she looked like I was
completely out of her mind. I reached up and touched her breast. Her
eyes flew open again, seeing me there. Then she was back in her
private reverie as I carressed. I could tell that she was going to
come again soon. Jennifer just kept licking.
I stood up and walked back to the bedroom. Grace was laying face
down on the bed, her legs hanging off. She was blindfolded and
gagged and her ankles were bound, and her arms were bound behind
her with some kind of weird restraints that looked like long gloves.
They were laced together, pulling her elbows so close together that
it looked painful. Jessica was behind her, pushing a dildo in her rear.
Jessica was still in her underpants. She looked up at me, but with
no expression on her face. It was exactly like the look she had given
me in my dreams.
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