“This is what I want,” she said, crossing one lithe leg over the other.
“I want to make my own amateur porn movie.”
He swallowed and shifted in his seat. He was a professional, right? It was a job, just like any other. Except this was going to be nothing like any other job. Just hearing the word porn spoken out loud by such a gorgeous woman made his cock tingle.
“I’d like something beautifully shot, that looks really good,” she continued, smoothing her dress across her lap. “I’ve been planning this for a long time, and finally my boyfriend’s on board.” A smile played over her voluptuous lips. He was grateful that there was a desk between them.
Pressing a pencil hard between his fingers, he cleared his throat gently to ask some questions. She was completely relaxed and smiling broadly at him—he sensed a trace of amusement in her expression, and her eyes never left his. It was obvious to him that she was the kind of woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it.
“Could you give me some more details?’ he asked, proud of how strong his voice sounded.
The client tossed her long brunette hair over her shoulder, catching it in her hand then stroking it down her front again. Her fingers seemed to stroke her breast beneath her dress—or was it his imagination? The room suddenly felt unbearably hot.
“Sure,” she purred. He was convinced that she was doing this on purpose. Fuck, it was working. “I want to make a porn movie just for me, to watch on my own or with my boyfriend… or other people if the mood takes me. I want to watch myself being desired, being kissed, being licked, being fucked. I want to hear my boyfriend’s hips slapping against my arse. I want to hear myself moaning. Coming. Hard.”
She paused and twirled her fingers in her hair once more. Her stare was determined and unwavering.
“Do you know what I mean?”
He swallowed again. And nodded.
Her gorgeous lips parted into a grin. “As I mentioned in my email, I’ve always been an admirer of your work,” she continued, leaning towards him. “I’d love you to make my movie. Would you be… up for it?”
“I’ll clear my diary,” he replied.
***
Baby sashayed across the room, giving the photographer a cheeky wink. The atmosphere matched the way she felt—light and carefree. Her heels clacked against the tiled floor, sending tiny judders up her thighs which she felt in her already moistening pussy. She was beyond excited. Everything, and everybody, was ready. This was really happening. She was about to make her very own amateur porn movie.
It had been a real kick for her, going to the photographer’s studio and actually telling him out loud how much she wanted to be filmed fucking. She’d known how alluring she looked that day. She’d planned it all, purposely wearing something clingy and revealing. It added to the frisson of naughtiness she felt when she said all those dirty words to the poor unsuspecting guy.
It got even better still when she saw how turned on he became as she described her erotic movie in all its sexy detail. When she had told him she wanted the erotic movie to finish on a close-up of Jésus’ spunk trickling out of her shaved pussy she was genuinely concerned that the poor man was going to shoot his load right there and then. To know that he would have to rein himself in as she and Jésus feasted on each other had been keeping her hot and ready in the few days that had passed since the appointment.
And as Jésus said, the fact that they’d be fucking each other in front of a man who would have swapped places with him in a heartbeat gave him one more reason to make Baby’s dream a reality.
As horny as they had been during the whole lead-up to the shoot, Baby had enforced a strict no-sex rule until they were in front of the camera. It had been torture for them both.
They lay in bed at night talking about what was going to happen in a few days’ time but couldn’t act on it—no cuddling, no kissing, no touching. By the time the day came they were desperate for each other.
And that was today—right here, right now. Baby couldn’t wait for Jésus to arrive, and for the filming and fucking to begin. She took a seat by the window, the gossamer drapes floating dreamily beside her. A glass of crisp white wine was waiting for her and she took a sip, grateful for this moment of calm before the storm. A tiny twinkle of blissful clarity, anticipating what was to come and thinking, I really want this.
From what seemed like far off in the distance, she heard the camera lens click. It made her pussy tighten.
The door opened and Jésus entered. Tall, dark and stunningly handsome, he walked nonchalantly across the room towards her, his focus locked on to her and only her. The camera clicked again as excitement washed through Baby’s system, but she stayed poised and in control—this opening shot was important.
Jésus stood in front of her, tossing his jacket aside and pulling his crisp white T-shirt over his head. The light played off the muscles of his taut stomach, his biceps swelling as he pulled the material off the most exquisite body Baby had ever seen. She heard the camera snapping away in the distance, adding another rhythm to the thudding of her heart and the pounding in her cunt.
He locked eyes with Baby, reaching down and taking her hand, sliding it onto his body. She stroked his chest slowly, taking her time as she revelled in the sight of her fingers moving across the tattoos on his expansive chest. She could feel him watching her. She always came alive beneath Jésus’ appreciative gaze—how much he enjoyed looking at her turned her on so much, emboldened her. It gave Baby the courage to unleash the sexy bitch who had always lived inside her, but she had never felt comfortable enough to reveal to others.
Yet here she was, controlling the desire of two men. Both of them were in awe of her sexual power, one of them here to pleasure her, the other there to document how beautiful she was… how sexy, how naughty.
She ran her hand down to the top of his trousers. She yearned to see and taste his big cock, but she knew it wasn’t time yet. God, it was so tantalising! Jésus’ hand was guiding her now, helping her to her feet to stand before him, still gazing at her. She could see the desire burning in his deep brown eyes. It had been days of holding back, and now that they were finally allowed to touch they hesitated for a split second before kissing each other deeply.
The fact that the photographer was watching them embrace so passionately was not lost on Baby. She kissed Jésus’ soft open mouth slowly, languidly, giving the photographer time to get the best angle of Jésus’ lips on hers, her tongue curling out of her mouth in sensuous bliss. Showing off their foreplay to the best effect made Baby cream. She couldn’t help herself smiling with pure self-satisfaction as Jésus turned her round to feel her bum against him. They glanced at each other for a second and a message crossed between them:
We’re really doing this.
Encased in his rippling arms, Baby gave in to the electricity coursing through her body. Jésus massaged her breasts through her tight red dress, a move that always sent shockwaves through her system, but then he tore the dress away from them, freeing the pert flesh. The waiting camera clicked incessantly as if it were applauding. Baby melted into ecstasy at being so on show—she looked straight into the lens of the camera, rejoicing at how sexy it felt to have her tits exposed, then kneaded and rubbed in Jésus’ strong hands.
She knew that she couldn’t give herself utterly up to pleasure right now, though. There were more shots to get. A camera was running as well as clicking, and she wanted to make sure that every angle was perfect. She kissed Jésus once more, but then moved her wet mouth down his body, feeling every undulation in his torso on her way to his flies. Her mouth watered, she was desperate for his cock but no—she caught herself.
Not yet. Tease him. Tease the photographer. Most importantly, tease yourself. This is your movie. Make yourself hotter than you can stand, show yourself off, so when you watch this movie you’ll be so turned on by yourself you have to watch it again and again…
So Baby ran her mouth up his body instead, enjoying the fabric of her tight red dress caressing her as she did so. A few more kisses, cupping his bollocks through his trousers, and then she leaned down again, letting the camera linger on her arse.
Now it was time. She sat, tits still exposed, and slowly unzipped Jésus’ fly. She turned to the camera as she eased his stiffening cock out of his trousers, her mouth soaking wet now and ready to take him in. Jésus did his part, too, moving the fabric out of the way so the photographer could really see Baby licking and sucking on his velvet shaft. Baby couldn’t wait to find out how she looked with such a long, thick member in her mouth, stretching her lips apart. She was convinced she’d look ecstatic, Jésus’ cock tasted so good. Baby made sure that the photographer got shots of her teasing it, licking it and opening her mouth wide for it, slurping it down so far that she choked on it—her favourite part of giving head.
Pussy aching, it was time for something different. Baby led Jésus to the bedroom, where he pushed her against the wall, kissing her lustfully and pulling her dress further down her body. Baby sensed the photographer following their movements as Jésus began feasting on her tits, taking their passion to greater heights. She wanted more footage of his cock in her mouth, so she crouched before him, grateful to open her legs and feel the cool air on her. Jésus instinctively knew what she wanted and fucked her mouth vigorously, pulling her arms over her head so he could thrust without restraint. Baby knew how amazing this would look on film—gagging on his huge penis, loving the fucking her throat was taking. Her body quivered when she imagined shots of herself looking like the dirty, cock-hungry slut she knew she was, so when Jésus pulled her skirt up and slapped her arse she nearly lost all control. Being seen the way she’d always dreamed of creating a high like no other.
Jésus pulled her into the bedroom for their next scene, one that he had specifically requested and Baby was delighted to include. He pushed her onto the bed, tearing off his trousers and pressing her legs apart, caressing the edge of her panties with his searching mouth and breathing in the hot scent of her cunt. Lifting her hips so he could peel the pants off her, Baby lowered them into a different position to create the perfect angle for the camera. She wanted as much of her creaming pussy on show as possible when Jésus’s luscious tongue lapped at her, gently scooping tendrils of musky juices from her moist labia and then gobbling at her ravenously. She loved how he devoured her, and when he dribbled spit into her cunt to make her even wetter to eat, Baby couldn’t help but throw her head back in her own greedy pleasure.
Baby spread her legs wide in the air now and looked into the camera once again. She imagined her movie-going viral: strangers getting hard, or wet, at the sight of Jésus eating her out, at the sound of her squeals of pleasure. Their engorged boobs would be aching, their nipples hardening as they watched. They’d be fumbling at their flies, unbuttoning them hastily so they could grab their cocks in their hand and join in, it was so hot. These thoughts, plus Jésus’ tongue dancing across her clit, inflamed her beyond all reason and her body exploded in waves of fireworks.
Coming out of the orgasm, Baby knew she needed to regain some composure. Lust and passion still roiled in her loins and she didn’t want to lose control again too soon, not after coming so hard moments before. The photographer had started using the video camera, and she’d only just noticed him standing above her, documenting her ecstatic cumface forevermore. There was more to show, more for her to enjoy with her amazing lover, and the photographer retreated as Jésus climbed onto the bed, ready for the next scene—the fuck.
He stroked his huge dick along her yielding pussy lips, his glans teasing her stiffening clit. She bit her lip, trying vainly to keep it together… and then she watched him dribble more spit onto his rock-hard penis.
She felt it trickle down onto her labia and into her hole. Jésus fucked it into her pussy. It was so filthy, and the slippery sensation of his thick cock inside her took her to a whole other level of arousal. She stared into the camera with a lascivious look in her eyes.
Look at me. Watch me take it.
They were really doing it, everything she had talked about. They were fucking on film. She was having the sex of her fantasies and she couldn’t wait to see herself like this: her bare breasts bouncing and his shaft spreading her open.
Baby gasped as Jésus slipped in and out of her sodden hole, revelling in the view of him holding her leg to his rippling torso, his pelvis slapping against her. Gazing at her with delirious pleasure. Stopping occasionally to make sure that he didn’t come too quickly. The way he looked and what he was doing to her made her cry out, her pussy clutching… and when he took her supple neck in his hands, fucking her even harder, she felt the waves of another orgasm begin to wash over her.
Hang on Baby, don’t let go yet… it can’t end yet, it’s too good…
She lay back on the bed, the pounding of his cock and the movement of the lens moving in and out edging towards another orgasm. She closed her eyes in bliss as the photographer stood over her to get a closer look.
Sharing a kiss, Jésus lay behind her. Baby lifted her leg to make sure she could get all of his cock inside her again. One of his hands found her breasts and the other found her arse, swatting one of her soft buttocks as the camera focused in on the slapping rhythm of his cock in her dribbling snatch. Once again she turned her face to the camera, feeling sexier and more powerful than she ever had before. Everyone would see how much cock she could take, how much pleasure. She rolled her hips onto Jésus hungrily, engulfing as much of his slick penis as she could. He turned Baby on so much, and she was turned on even more by having the photographer in the room, silently watching—and waiting. Waiting for the Money Shot she’d teased him with in his studio that day, maybe…
She knew both men were desperate for The Cumshot, so she decided to make them wait. She stopped fucking Jésus, but only to sit on his face and have the photographer film the expert action of her man’s tongue on her clit. Her dress was now rolled around her waist so she stripped it off as she ground herself onto his mouth—she wanted to be completely naked for the climax of the shoot. Stretching herself along his body to suck his prick once more, Baby was elated to sense that the photographer was filming the amazing tonguing her snatch was receiving, and that was enough to push her over the edge into another explosive release.
Now it was time.
Baby’s body was trembling—a combination of her intense orgasm and excitement at finally reaching the shot she’d ached to see. She was ready: a bit of reverse cowgirl so the camera could record her fully naked body getting fucked hard and fast, then facing Jésus to taste his mouth as he upped the pace, moaning into each other’s faces as they both got swept up in an earth-shuddering climax.
He came long and deep.
***
Baby hit the pause button, her eyes sparkling.
Jésus’ hot cum was oozing from her pink, open hole, and she stared at it with breathless wonder. For the first time since sitting down to watch her just-delivered movie, she moved her hand from her sopping vulva and picked up her glass of champagne.
“Cheers,” she said out loud, huskily. Desire had tightened her throat as well as her pussy.
The film was exquisite. Jésus was hypnotic to watch, and seeing herself revel in such exhibitionist behaviour was beyond thrilling. The cock-hungry sexy bitch in her had been unleashed—and she was here to stay.
The last few drops of champers fizzed onto her thickening clit as she smiled back at the triumphant woman on screen. She reached for the bottle and circled its cool opening around her clutching hole.
“Time for a sequel,” she murmured, pushing it in.
Ends

In the end it was just the three of them sitting at a table together, talking over old times while I cleaned down the bar at the end of my shift, the rest of the hen party long gone. They knew each other from uni: Chrissy and Beth, who were the most perfect couple in the world, barely able to keep their eyes off each other, and my boss, Lexi.
The first woman I’d ever thought of in that way.
Every day since I’d started working for her, I’d lain in bed at night, gasping and quivering as my hand reached between my thighs, thinking about the light glinting on her blonde hair, about the way her hips shifted beneath the folds of a summer dress or her tight ass encased in figure-hugging leggings.
She fascinated me and turned me on and made my heart throb with excitement whenever she was near.
With the bride and her group gone, it was silent now. Every word of conversation between the three remainers was clear. There was no denying that all of them were beautiful. In the prime of life. Far more confident in themselves than me. Experience, I guess, but they fascinated me to the point where I could barely keep my eyes off them.
It wasn’t until Chrissy glanced my way, catching my eye, that I blushed and looked away.
“We should tell Lexi about the English girl we met in Egypt.” Beth’s voice always sounded slightly amused, like the world was her playground. “God, Lex, you should have seen her.”
“I told you, I’m off women.” Lexi’s reply gave me a pang of disappointment.
“Ugh. But men are disgusting. Most of them are still little boys, needing someone to clean up after them.”
“That’s unfair. You’ve just never liked men. Anyway at least they don’t reject me.”
“You’ve had a couple of knock backs. So what? Their loss. You’re gorgeous. Anyway, I was telling you about this girl. Oh. My. God. I wish you’d been there. Tell her, Chrissy.”
Chrissy hesitated, just a moment longer than necessary, and there was something… something that told me she was looking my way. “I think we need more drinks.” My heart thundered for no reason as I tried desperately not to glance at her. “Don’t you think we need more drinks before we tell that story?”
“Well, I don’t need another drink to tell the story. I’ll describe playful little Monica in enough excruciating detail to make even Lexi blush. But I wouldn’t say no to another drink.”
“Harmony, sweetie?” Lexi’s term of endearment made me melt, and finally I looked their way to find all eyes on me. “Before your shift ends would you bring us another round? Do you mind?”
“Sure… I mean, that’s fine.” I stumbled over the words. “Same again?”
Chrissy’s tongue touched her lip. “And have one yourself.”
“Thanks, I—”
“Join us if you want,” she added.
I felt like a rabbit in the eyes of a vixen, the intended next meal. Only… only I’m sure no bunny ever wanted it like I wanted it right then. I met Lexi’s eyes, searching, seeking confirmation. Should I?
“If you don’t have to be anywhere else,” Lexi said, her words clipped.
Was it an invitation or a polite rebuff? I couldn’t tell. Was Lexi undressing me with her soft blue eyes, or trying to tell me to get the drinks and leave? Was this a private party? “I don’t know. I don’t want to intrude.”
Finally, Lexi’s eyes lit up, and a tingle ran down my spine. “You wouldn’t be, sweetie.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded, and I started to pour the drinks, fingers trembling the whole time. As I headed for the table, I noticed the look that Chrissy and Beth exchanged, noticed the way Lexi’s gaze kept jumping to my throat, my waist, my hands. I told myself that she was my boss, that nothing would ever happen between us, that I was a silly inexperienced girl alongside these sophisticated women.
“So, anyway, I was telling you about Monica.” Beth broke the spell as she took her drink from the tray, and I sat down. “I’d say she was about Harmony’s age. How old are you?”
“Twenty.”
“What do you think, Chris? Monica was about the same, right?”
“Twenty-one, maybe.” Chrissy looked me up and down, as if assessing me against the girl they met on their travels. She was beautiful, petite, with dark hair and darker eyes. I had feelings for Lexi, but right then I would have done anything to please Chrissy.
“But so much confidence,” Beth continued, apparently unaware of the silent exchange between myself and her wife. Or perhaps unfazed would be a better word. “Travelling on her own. Not afraid of her body at all. First time we saw her, she was adjusting the straps on her bikini top.” She laughed. “More like a couple of strips of fabric that just about covered her nipples. God, those nipples. And she had this gloriously dark skin. Lips to die for. It was Chrissy who started talking to her, I was too tongue-tied.” She giggled, and I couldn’t imagine any one of these women ever being lost for words. They couldn’t be more than ten years older than me, but I wished I could be more like them. Confident. Worldly.
As Beth continued the story, going into details about Monica, how they seduced her between them, invited her into their bed, played with her like she was a new toy, Lexi met my eyes, lowering her voice. “Are you OK?”
“Yes.” I nodded, trying not to blush but losing badly.
“This isn’t too embarrassing for you?”
I shook my head.
“You’re sure? Your shift is over, you can leave if you want.”
“I want to stay.”
There was a moment of hesitation, and the only two people in the world were myself and Lexi. The sound of Beth’s voice disappeared, the bar faded. My breaths grew more unsteady, my heart thundering. Lexi opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Nerves? Did Lexi even get nervous?
“Are you into girls, Harmony?” Chrissy’s voice pulled me back into the present with a jolt.
“Well, I… ”
“It’s OK, you’re among friends. Nothing said here will go any further, I promise. And if you’re not, that’s cool.”
“It’s not that, I’ve just never… well, I’ve never had…”
Lexi’s voice was barely more than a murmur. “You’re a virgin?”
Was she disappointed? Shocked? Curious? “I… Well, I haven’t even really had a boyfriend or girlfriend to tell the truth. I guess there just never was anyone I had that connection with. Not until—” I caught myself before I could say the words.Not until I met you. Lexi said she was off women. The last thing she needed was some doe-eyed virgin fawning all over her, right?
She looked me up and down, tongue glancing her bottom lip.
“Well, personally I think that’s adorable.” Chrissy smiled and I melted. I’m not sure even now that I should have liked being called adorable for being a virgin, but that didn’t change the way it made my nipples peak and my insides clench. “I was just lucky to find Beth when we were all at uni together. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with waiting for someone you have a connection with.”
Beth took her hand. “Nor is there anything wrong with jumping someone’s bones because they’re hot and you’re both horny.”
“Right?” Chrissy laughed. “Variety is the spice of life.”
I watched her stand from her seat and lean over, taking Beth’s face in her hands, and the two women kissed right there. Not a simple peck, this was passionate, indulgent. Their lips moved together, their eyes closed, their tongues tangling. The sound of smacking lips was wonderful, erotic, and when Lexi’s fingers grazed mine I didn’t hesitate. I took her hands hard and pulled her to me, and for the first time I felt the warmth of another woman’s lips, the softness of her kiss. It was wrong and right. She was my boss and my friend, but I didn’t care. I wanted her. I wanted to feel what she had to give. I moaned a high-pitched moan of need, and she tangled her fingers into my hair.
As the kiss broke, Chrissy put her arm over my shoulders and I turned to find her staring right into my eyes. She moved forward, a little hesitantly, and I stopped breathing for a moment, glancing at Beth, wondering what she would say. When I saw her running eager fingers over Lexi’s jaw I nearly gasped, and felt Chrissy’s lips crush to mine. The kiss was eager, filled with promise, and her nimble fingers toyed with the straps of my top, sliding over my nipple, cupping my breast.
“What do you say?” she asked invitingly. “Would the two of you be up for it?”
Lexi met my eyes in a sideward glance, her lips still glistening from kissing Beth, the need almost intoxicating as she husked, “Your decision.”
All I could do was nod, barely able to breathe as fingers slid into mine, pulling me away from the table, towards the back rooms.
Towards Lexi’s private quarters above the bar.
***
Beth giggled as we four fell into Lexi’s bedroom above the bar, her penchant for antique furniture evident in the elegant four-poster, the rustic tallboy, the spidery mirror above a chest of drawers. Soft curtains flapped in the breeze from the open window, showing occasional glimpses of the London night sky, a slice of moon, glinting stars. Chrissy and Beth seemed to ignore us in their eagerness for each other, for touch, for pleasure. They flopped onto the bed, tangled in each other’s arms, already tugging clothes off. They had been together for a decade, but their need for each other was infectious. It may have been an unconventional relationship, with no qualms when it came to inviting third and even fourth participants into their lovemaking, but it worked for them.
“If any of this is too much for you, I’ll understand,” Lexi whispered, squeezing my hand. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“It’s beautiful. They’re so in love.”
“It was love at first sight. I don’t even remember a moment they weren’t together.”
I leaned my head against Lexi’s chest, listening to the thunder of her heart as I watched Beth remove Chrissy’s panties with an eagerness like it was their first time, running explorative fingers down between her wife’s breasts, over her tummy, through the triangle of hair between her legs.
“I want you,” I breathed. “Please strip me.”
Lexi’s hands slid hesitantly over my shoulders, pushing the shoulder straps of my top to the sides, then running them down my arms. She leaned forward, her lips pressing to my shoulder, tickling as she kissed me, making me squirm as my nipples peaked at the contact, just at the same moment Lexi’s fingers brushed across them. “So beautiful,” she whispered, placing another kiss at my throat as she rubbed me through the soft fabric of my top. “So perfect.”
Eagerly, I grabbed at the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it up, and she raised her arms for me to remove it, the wonder of her bare, freckled breasts revealed to me for the first time. I felt hands on my back and turned to find Beth standing there, grinning as she and Chrissy joined in, ticklish fingers making me gasp as they explored, uninhibited, pinching my nipples, turning my head so that lips could connect with mine. I watched in wonder as Lexi and Chrissy kissed, Lexi’s hand cupping her friend’s bare pussy, fingers disappearing between her legs, tantalizing a hint of things to come. I gasped at Beth’s attentions, her lips smothering mine as we moved together to the edge of the bed, my skirt hastily removed and kicked to the corner of the room.
“Sit down. Spread your legs.”
I obeyed as she climbed up onto the bed behind me, and she laughed as she turned my head up to hers. Her fingers reached into the waistband of my panties, I raised my ass to let them slide down then gasped and cried out at the sensation of a tongue dancing through the soft folds of my intimate lips. Chrissy joined Beth, kneeling above me, and each in turn kissed me, kissed each other, sharing saliva as Lexi continued to stimulate every nerve ending between my legs.
Chrissy ran a fingertip around each of my hardened nipples, encouraging me to scoot back on the bed, to lie propped against the two of them as pleasure swirled through my brain. “Relax, Harmony,” she said as she kissed me. “Just relax and enjoy.”
Beth’s hand guided mine down between my legs, to the back of Lexi’s head, twisting my fingers into her hair. She pulled, and Lexi moved faster, jolts of pure electricity spinning through me as the tip of her tongue glanced my swollen clit. “If there’s anything you don’t like, you just have to say.”
“I like it—Oh, God!”
Her finger slid inside me. Just one, but it hooked hard, making me mewl and squirm as she forced it deeper and my pelvic muscles spasmed, driving a flood of liquid desire to my pussy.
Beth giggled as Lexi climbed up to join us, and my flailing hands found her ass, covered still by her leggings. Her buttocks were firm to the touch, pert and tight, a testament to the many times she’d come into the bar at the beginning of my shift, sweaty from a workout. She was sweaty right now from a different type of exercise, I could feel the damp beads on my fingertips as I ran my hands over her lower back, her smooth hips, her bare breasts. Still struggling to maintain control as I was pulled this way and that, I slid my fingers under the waistband of her leggings and lowered them down, exposing the grey thong beneath, a distinct wet spot visible on the front of the fabric. My mouth went dry at the thought, and I grabbed her as Beth entered me once again, her finger sliding deep and making me cry out and tense as I pulled Lexi close.
“What are you doing, sweetie?”
“I… want to taste you.”
Her hand went instinctively to the wet spot between her legs, covering it from me, her cheeks darkening. “You don’t have to do that.”
I slid my hand into hers, smiling as I pulled it away. “I want to taste you,” I said more firmly, sliding her thong down her legs, admiring the way her glistening lips crimped together, the perfect smoothness of her mound. As Chrissy pinched my nipple, feeding it into her mouth, teeth glancing the hypersensitive peak, I pantingly shifted Lexi into position, straddling my face. My tongue connected with her sex as Chrissy’s kisses trailed down my body, over my tummy to my pelvis. I heard her kissing Beth as I got my first taste of another girl’s cream. Sweet, earthy and wonderful. Overpowering, but not in a bad way. In the way that drove me on, made me want more, made me proud as Lexi started to moan and reached down, her finger glancing and swirling as I licked.
When I began to lose control, driven to the brink by the mix of sensations—the flavour on my tongue, the scent in my nostrils, the feel of Beth’s talented fingers inside me, the sound of kissing and moans and whimpers—Lexi pulled away. The loss was disappointing, but I dropped my head back with a heavy exhale, eyes barely focused as I watched her grin and lower herself onto the bed, shifting down, her ass raised in the air as she settled between my legs, taking Beth’s place. Her mouth clamped over my pussy, and I bit into my bottom lip as Beth and Chrissy brushed my hair from my eyes and played with each other above me. Kisses and licks from Lexi, along with gentle rubs and mind-shattering pressure from her fingers moving in and out made me start to writhe and buck, losing control as my pelvic muscles squeezed. I mewled as fresh liquid heat trickled from my sex, and it was then that I felt a gentle finger against my ass.
“Oh…” I gasped as Beth and Chrissy smiled and laughed, pulling my face to each of theirs in turn, kissing me as I struggled for breath. “Oh… Oh…”
“Shhh. Relax and enjoy it.” Beth grinned as her fingers trailed a cool, snaking line down my belly. “Let it go, sweetie.”
Let it go.
My body tipped over into an orgasm at the words, but not like any orgasm I’d ever given myself. Lexi’s tongue in my slit felt nothing like my own fingers dancing in that warmth. My body writhed of its own accord as I reached out for the nearest body, Chrissy responding eagerly to the touch, kissing me as I grabbed her breasts, moaning as our lips moved together. My stomach cramped, forcing more honey from my pussy as Beth grabbed the back of Lexi’s head and forced it harder against me, holding her in place as she licked and sucked at the juices.
Chrissy trailed her fingers through it, swirled it around my nipple and brought them to her face, smiling as she licked her forefinger. Beth eagerly kissed her wife’s fingers before guiding them to my mouth, letting me taste the sweet and salty release as I finally started to calm, breaths becoming steadier as Lexi slowed her licks and tenderly kissed my mons.
“That… that was… amazing.”
Beth laughed, ticklish fingers tracing my shoulders. “Oh honey, you think that’s it?”
“I… I…”
Lexi came closer as Chrissy slid from the bed, kind eyes staring into mine as she brushed strands of hair out of my face. “Middle drawer,” she said, turning her head in Chrissy’s direction.
“Wh—what’s happening?”
“Trust me, sweet girl.”
I reached out languidly, touched her nipple, admiring the way it stood proud of her breast. “I do, it’s just—”
“We’re not finished with you.” Beth giggled as she leaned forward and kissed Lexi. “You’re our new favourite plaything.”
“Found it!”
I wanted to look at what it was that Chrissy had “found”, but Lexi held me too tight, distracting me with her touch, with her mouth, with her eyes.
When the new object pressed against my battered pussy, cooler and heavier than fingers, I gasped. Chrissy stroked it up and down my swollen lips, and my body quivered with nervous excitement. A sex toy. Penetration. I spread my legs wider, eager to take it, to feel it inside me. As Lexi’s lips pressed to mine again, I ran my fingers down her body, and felt hers and Beth’s exploring me. I watched, mouth dry, as they kissed above me, then drew a sharp breath.
“Such a tight little girl, aren’t you?” Chrissy giggled as the toy found my resistance. “How does that feel?”
“More,” I begged, already beginning to undulate. “Please. Give me more. Oh God, I want to—ohhhh. Ohhh.” The feel of it sliding deeper blinded me, the pressure and size stealing my breath as Beth pinched my nipple, fed it into her mouth. Already struggling for breath, I almost began to panic as lips were clamped over mine, only to relax when I realized they belonged to Lexi.
Chrissy kissed me below, then pushed the toy deeper, moving it in and out as my body shifted to accommodate this new sensation. Wave after wave of sharp electric shocks blasted through my brain as it filled me, gloriously firm, gloriously long. I could feel it knocking against my belly. I reached down between my legs and spread my lips, fingertips playing with the swollen nub, needing something to tip me over the edge.
Beth and Lexi smothered me with kisses as the toy moved inside me, sweat beading on my flesh as I tried to both hold back and come closer to the precipice. I writhed, mewling and panting, barely aware of the words spilling from my lips: more, please, I want to… Oh, God…
Finally, with a silent cry, cut off by Lexi’s mouth, I tipped over, body quaking, stomach muscles clenching and releasing as I moaned into our kiss, gasping for breath, aching all over as a third screaming orgasm rolled over my second of the night, before finally, spent and contented, I fell still.
It felt like an age that I lay there, the toy still moving past nerves, dull and heavy as I gasped, desperately trying to catch my breath. Lexi’s fingers ran up my belly, cupping my breast as she smiled down at me. “How was your first time, sweetie?”
“I—” I caught myself, licking my lips, trying to form a coherent thought. “Perfect.” I smiled “It was perfect.”
Chrissy rose to her knees between my aching legs, holding the glistening dildo up in front of her, kissing the tip as she smirked. “Look what a mess you made.”
I laughed, clutching my belly, moving my legs to try to get some feeling back in them.
“It’s going to get messier yet,” Beth said as she stroked gentle fingers across my forehead, moving the sweat-soaked hair aside. “It’s Lexi’s turn and we already know what she’s like.”
***
I woke to the warmth of the sun on my skin, and a feeling of utter contentment. Traffic rumbled by outside the window and there was a scent of fresh air and hot food. I rolled over and stretched out my arm, but found nothing but cool, rumpled sheets.
Memories of the night before swam in my mind. Beth, Lexi and Chrissy each being brought to orgasm after shuddering orgasm. Bathing each other, still playfully touching naked skin, still kissing. Rolling into bed, warmth and comfort as we snuggled together. A smile spread over my lips, then faded.
What if the bed was empty because Lexi was regretting it?
I was her employee, not her lover.
She said she was sworn off women.
I forced my eyes open and stared at the empty room, hazy sunshine illuminating the chaos of what we’d done, clothes strewn haphazardly over the floor. Climbing out of bed, I cast my eyes over the mess, finding my panties discarded in a corner, my skirt flung over a lamp.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I turned to find Lexi standing in the doorway, holding a tray. Her dressing gown hung open down the centre, making my mouth water with the hint of breasts, stomach, pussy. “I was…”
“Back into bed, missy. I’ve made breakfast. I don’t make breakfast for anyone.”
“I didn’t know if you… I mean, I thought maybe you’d want me to go.”
“Go? Oh, you’re not going anywhere. Last night was fun, but this morning I don’t have to share you with anyone else.” She smiled as she placed the tray on the bed, two plates of toast and scrambled eggs, two glasses of orange juice. “Beth and Chrissy have already left to see if they can help the bride with anything, so it’s just you and me.”
She stepped over to me, took the panties out of my hand and dropped them on the floor.
“You need to eat and you need to drink, sweetie.” Her lips met mine gently, but as she pulled back I saw the smirk cross her face. “You’re going to need your strength.”
Ends

I’m Katy, and I’m a sexy little kitten, happily owned by Edward who guides my play and brings structure to my life. We met at a munch and have been together for almost a year now. Edward loves to shower me with gifts, things for our sensual play or to make me look and feel pretty. He bought this sexy black and cream underwear I’m wearing, also a large jet ring for my right hand.
He booked us into this hotel for a day of play because he’s going away to the U.S. on a business trip. What a huge bed, I felt like a tiny doll as I rolled around on its pristine white duvet. Look at the other present he just gave me. A leg spreader – sexy no? I was aware of my pussy dampening when he wrapped the black leather straps around my ankles and fastened them with a brass padlock on each, the excitement of light BDSM sex already kicking in.
There are knickers to match the bra and suspenders, but I left them in the tissue wrapping – Edward doesn’t allow me to wear any when we are together. I am wearing stockings, another of his rules is never tights only stockings, which is fine by me, I feel so much more sensual when there is bare skin at the tops of my thighs, and of course always accessible to Edward’s probing fingers or questing cock.
We haven’t been in the hotel room for very long, just time for Edward to open the champagne and pour a glass each while I stripped off my outer clothes and folded them neatly into a drawer.
“On your knees Kitten, Daddy needs to be relaxed.”
I quickly complied, kneeling at his feet, my pulse elevated at his proximity. I could smell the slight musk of him underlying the fresh fragrance of citrus cologne.
The rasp of his flies drawing down clutched my gut with excitement.
“Look what you do to me Kitten,” he sighed as his length was revealed, already semi-erect.
I drank in the magnificence of what he offered me.
“Open wide, no hands,” he instructed.
I opened my mouth and felt his cock’s weight laid on the flat of my tongue. Exerting every ounce of self-control, I wrapped it in my lips slowly. It was like a familiar treat, I tasted the first droplets of his precum, just a hint of salt and sweet. I rubbed and pressed the underside with my tongue, massaging the top with my lips, holding them to shield my teeth. I made head movements to slide myself up and down his erection – lingering teasingly at the tip before plunging down fast and tight, as close to the balls as possible.
Daddy allowed this for a while, but soon he began to rest his hands on the back of my head each time I dipped low, pressing me to take him deeper. His girth hit the back of my soft palate. I struggled to breathe each time he released me, my eyes leaking tears with the constriction.
“That’s it, Kitten, swallow me deep!” Daddy’s voice was gruff. He rocked back on his heels, adding a little thrust to his hips.
I drooled and sucked, feeling my pussy clench, my excitement built in time with his. I sensed his balls tightening and redoubled my efforts. Edward kept thrusting, treating my mouth as a hole for him to fuck. He held the sides of my head and guided my movements to suit his need till suddenly he was pumping hot essence down my throat. I struggled to swallow. Gobs of his opaque fluid spilt out of my mouth and ran down my chin, it was flowing in such fast spurts. Edward pulled back and milked the last droplets from his cock with his firm grip, aiming them, so they ran down my chest.
“My cum slut,” he praised. I smiled back suspecting my carefully applied make-up was wrecked, but happy that he had used me.
“Go and clean yourself up. When you’re ready, I have a gift for you.”
I went to the bathroom and rinsed the ropes of come from my chest and repaired my make up, but not before taking a selfie of myself looking ruined and used. I unwrapped the dainty lingerie and modelled it for him, and we took more selfies, me sitting on his lap and me bent over his knee. He slapped my bottom, knowing I enjoyed the sting and the warmth. That’s when he showed me the latest addition to our bondage toys.
“There are so many ways I plan to play with you wearing this Kitten.” He spoke softly, pressing me back onto the duvet, legs spread by the bar, my moist lips parted.
“You’re all mine, and I want you to feel my power.” I felt his eyes rake over my skin like a hot caress, instantly moisture gathered in my pussy.
“How does it make you feel?”
“Owned Daddy. Controlled.”
He peered closely at the pale pink folds of my cunt, blowing gently.
“Argh Daddy! Stop!” I squealed and tried to close my legs, but was unable – the bar held them apart – a distance wider than my hips. I was so trapped.
He laughed wickedly, and I smiled too. Although I felt shy when he studied me like a specimen under a microscope, it made me feel sexy too. There was something about having no power to resist that got my juices flowing.
“These links in the middle,” Edward gripped the black bar, raising my legs. “I could fasten wrist cuffs to them. How would that feel Kitten?” He raised an eyebrow observing me, noticing how my nipples had pebbled. I licked my lips nervously.
“Exposed,” I said.
“On display,” he nodded before settling in the chair at the foot of the bed. “Play with yourself Kitten, I want to see you come.” Then he dug into his trouser pocket for his phone.
Tapping in a code, he unlocked it. “Give me something to watch while I’m away,” he instructed setting it to video.
I already felt very horny from giving the blowjob and being trapped in the confines of the spreader bar only exacerbated that. I liked how firmly the harsh leather straps gripped my ankles. I also felt very pretty in the new lingerie Daddy had bought me. I feel special and pampered when he purchases me gifts.
Biting my lip (because I knew it teased him) I raised myself on all fours with my back to him. I began to trail my fingers up and down my slit. I wondered what my hand looked like wearing my new onyx ring. I hope it emphasised how I was using my slim fingers, I intended to bury them deep in my pussy, but held off for the tease. I touched myself the way I play when I’m alone. I close my eyes sometimes to heighten the sensations, stroking the wetness which gathers at my hole to spread it over my clit and labia.
With my eyes shut I noticed how hot and fevered the bud of my clit felt as I tickled and teased it, my glossy juices cooled it like a soothing balm. Smearing them around, my folds felt so silky and slick.
“Look at me, Kitten. Open your eyes.”
I threw Daddy a smouldering look over my shoulder, I wanted him to enjoy my show. I hated him to go away. Watching the video needed to make him wish he was back with me.
I let my hips undulate while dipping my spine so that my pussy was on full display, creating my very own mating dance! I imagined him taking me from behind and thrusting into me, my pussy was literally dripping for him.
“Finger that hole Kitten, I want to see you plunder yourself like the greedy boys used to.”
My breath became more ragged, and I frigged myself hard. Using two fingers now, I thrust them deep into my wet hole. Daddy gets me hot when he reminds me what a slut I used to be, unable to control my urges meant I used to let the greedy boys have their hands all over me.
“That’s right, dirty girl. Show them what they’re missing. You’re my Kitten now.”
Using the pump action that I would with a toy I plunged my fingers inside me, stroking the toe-curling place inside that’s my g-spot. I ground my hips and smoothed my glossy juices over my clit and labia, occasionally licking my fingers clean. I love the taste of me, and so does Daddy, it gets us horny, and he loves to kiss it from my lips.
Hearing his phone click a few times, I guessed Daddy was taking pictures as well as filming me. Turning onto my side was strange, the bar held one leg high in the air, opening my pussy like a flower. I’m sure my pink folds were glistening by now. My little clitty was swelling, jutting from the lips beckoning me to rub and press it. I bit my lip at the thrills which radiated out and down my thighs, spiralled in my gut and spiked behind my aching nipples.
“You look so slippery Kitten,” Daddy’s voice was gruff now, his arousal must be building.
“Lie on your back now.”
It was sexy to be directed by Daddy as if I was a porn star, well I guess we are making a sex tape. That thought made my tummy flutter, and I groaned, biting my lip, then sucked in more air as I fucked myself with my two fingers together. They’re not as thick and satisfying as Daddy’s cock, but I can curl them to stroke that sensitive place at the front wall of my pussy. It makes me moan and twitch, almost like I want to pee. I wonder if I’ll squirt today, that would make a great show, but I’ve never done it before.
“Touch your breasts, Kitten.” So I complied, crushing my little titties through the fabric of the pretty bra.
“Roughly, bad girl. The way I do it.”
“Oooh Daddy,” I mewl pinching at my nipples.
I can’t do it as fiercely as he does, something stops me. It never hurts so good as when Daddy torments my nipples. My hips bucked and I writhed, I was getting closer to coming, everything escalated, my stomach and legs tightened, straining towards the final lap.
“Keep your eyes on me Kitten,” Daddy’s voice was stern.
As I rubbed and agitated the nub of my clitty, I felt waves and contractions build within my entire being, my hips wanted to thrust, and my pussy felt hungry to be filled, to be pounded by Daddy’s thick member. I pulled the spreader bar towards me like I would pull his hips into me if he were riding me right now. My legs opened wider, and I heard Daddy groan with lust. That fired me up.
“Oh fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard!” These words ran through my mind, while I strummed my clit and spread and rubbed my labia with my fingers. It all felt so slippery and silky right then. I could only imagine how slutty I looked at that moment, fingering myself while I gasped and groaned for more. It felt pretty animalistic and raw, my lust was like a fire consuming me.
I tried to keep my eyes open, keep looking at Daddy as I longed for the stretch and pump of his cock inside me. I rubbed until I was caught in a sparkling arc of colour, with heat flashing over me. Like a surfer, the curled wave of my climax broke over me, dousing me with a flash flood of clenching, pulsing joy. My head dropped back as I became overwhelmed, every twitch and spasm intense and pleasing.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I sighed, bathed in sensations of release and satisfaction.
“Thank you, Kitten,” he murmured back, leaning over the bed to kiss me.
I heard his belt jingle, and his jeans slid to the floor, then his weight depressed the mattress, and I felt his bulk next to me. He wrapped me in strong arms, and I was safe and loved. His fingers trailed over my body, stroking and smoothing, gently at first but soon he switched to kneading and pressing my curves, strong fingers digging into the point of bruising.
“I might buy a chastity belt for you Kitten.” Daddy kissed me, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging a little, till my stomach lurched.
“I want to keep all this sexy for myself.” Smiling down, he tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear.
“I can be good Daddy. All my orgasms belong to you.” I pouted that he didn’t trust me and fluttered my eyelashes to convince him.
“I shall need a show like this every night that I’m away.”
He pulled up my bra so that one nipple peeped out, which he pinched and twisted cruelly. A stab of pleasure flared in my core. I knew I had more orgasms to give, and so did he.
“Of course Daddy, if you tell me what to do.” I wore my most innocent expression.
“You deserve a spanking Kitten.” The wicked glint was back in his eyes. “I told you to keep your eyes open when you came.”
“I’m sorry Daddy, “ I hoped to sound repentant. But as I lay across his lap, tilting my bare bottom for his punishment, I smothered a smile in the crook of my arm.
“Are the ankle cuffs still comfortable?” He smoothed the curves of my naked rear, making me want to purr.
“Yes thank you, Daddy.”
“I like how they spread you for my pleasure.”
“Me too Daddy,” I giggled.

After running around like a lunatic all day, I needed something special. And here he was, sitting submissively at my feet, waiting for me to give him instructions. The metal links of the leash slide easily through my fingers as I contemplate how to torment him. In a good way, of course. I give a little tug. The leash is hooked to a thick black collar with silver hardware. He looks glorious in it and nothing else.
My day job consists of chasing down executives and reminding them about meetings, appointments, and special occasions. And when someone came back after being out of town, it made things twice as difficult on me because they are a thousand times needier. It’s as though they need to make up for the time they were gone. Communications go awry and I’m the first one to deal with the fallout.
He sits as I push away the day’s stressors. Using the metal links as a form of meditation helps me to become more present. Using the leash, I pull him close as I move forward and shove my tongue between his waiting lips. The kiss he returns is full of lust. The way he swipes his tongue along my bottom lip as I pull away tells me he wants to help.
“My Lady, shall I rub your feet?” He’s eager to please, eager to help me move on and get going with our BDSM play session. He always calls me Lady instead of Mistress. While in some ways I find it antiquated, I also find it endearing. Certain parts of me sing when he says, My Lady. His voice fills the words with meaning I can’t deny.
And yet, my urge is to deny him. I lean back and part my legs, baring myself to him. Caressing myself with a light touch, I shove one foot in his direction. “Yes, you may.”
The delicious feel of his fingers delving into the sore and tired musculature of my feet sends happy tingles all the way up my legs. His hands are always warm and today is no different. The heat from his body melts the tension away. I want to let him continue up my leg, but instead, I make him switch to my other foot.
Before long, both feet feel as though I hadn’t been wearing heels for hours on end. I continue to play with the leash. The links are almost like rosary beads to me. I lose myself in the feel of the hard metal as it slides between my finger and thumb.
I use my right foot to play with my submissive’s balls. He squirms for a moment, causing them to sway. I can’t help but laugh. I continue to tease him. He’s starting to get hard. I enjoy watching his erection grow and soften over and over when we play. Edging is very high on the list of items we concentrate on, but I love it when I let him come the most.
His pleasure, his climax, is mine. When I watch how his eyes roll back right before the lids close, the way his mouth gapes open if I haven’t put a ball gag into it, the sounds that erupt from his throat, it is the best feeling in the world.
And then the taste of him on my tongue. Salty, tangy. His taste. I snap back into the present. The room smells like sex. I can see pre-ejaculate steadily seeping from the head of his uncut cock. Licking my lips, I pull my foot from his grasp.
“Come, boy.” Rising I head to the bedroom. I need to finish removing the shackles I feel from my day and decide a quick shower will help. He follows leash dragging along the floor behind him, making noise against the tile when he enters the bathroom. I turn the water on and turn back to my boy.
“Strip me.” His fingers are nimble as they undo my pants and lower them. I lift each foot so he can fold them and lay them neatly in the hamper. He returns to unbutton my blouse, which is hung on the back of the door. He’s used to this routine and the stress melts from his shoulders during the process. A smile lights upon his lips, eyes spark as he removes my clothing. Inside, a warmth engulfs me. His happiness is my happiness.
He reaches around me to unclasp my bra, his thumbs graze my skin as he removes it. I can’t hide the shiver, but I don’t mind. I won’t reprimand him, not just yet. He slides them down my sides, hooking my panties, then brings them down. Taking the undergarments, he puts them in their proper place as well. “Good boy.”
I step into the shower, followed by him. He takes the removable showerhead and begins to wet down my hair, my body. I grip the towel bar and spread my legs wide. Like a good submissive taking care of his Mistress, he sprays my pussy with the water. The pressure is more soothing than rough and I rock my hips back and forth. After a few moments, he goes back to my hair again.
A little disappointed moan leaves me until he hangs the showerhead back up and digs his fingers into my scalp, working in a little shampoo. The groan turns into a blissful moan. And then that’s gone as well until he works the conditioner into my hair. While that soaks in, he washes my back and buttocks, my legs and feet. I turn and he repeats the process on my breasts and stomach. He pays particular attention to my pussy and I watch his cock harden all over again.
After a teasing touch and squeeze, I turn so he can rinse my hair. When that’s complete, he turns the water off and I follow him out of the shower. Before he can grab the towel off the rod, I take his leash and give a little pull. “On your knees.”
“Yes, my Lady.” He looks up at me as he lowers to his knees, adoration in his upturned lips. Water drops work their way down my skin, glittering in the bathroom lights. Instead of allowing him to lick me as he thought, I held up on the leash.
An inch away, lips parted, I can feel the heat of his breath on my sensitive skin. His eyes watch my fingers as I touch my collarbone, slide them down between my breasts. I circle my belly button once, twice, his eyes following every movement. Delving my fingers between my legs, I stroke my outer lips.
He licks his lips, anticipation showing in the way his eyes focus intently on my fingers. I part my legs and slide my fingers through the centre of my lips, pausing long enough to part them and give him a good look.
“Lick.” I place my foot on the edge of the tub and spread my hips open. He moves forward and takes a deep breath. A little groan of happiness is heard as he slips his tongue between my legs and flattens it against me. I hold back my own sound of pleasure. I want him to work for it.
The way his tongue laps at me, the way he twists it against my folds makes me want to grab him by the hair and shove him deeper, but I hold myself still. With every touch, my nerves light up. I take a deep breath in slow and hold it. Tightening my Kegel muscles in time with his licks gets me right up to the edge.
Instead of pulling him in closer, I push him back. “Enough. Let’s pick out something for me to wear.” I point out the door, a slight pout on his beautiful lips. When he turns, I smack him once hard on each cheek.
“Thank you, My Lady. May I have two more, please?” He sticks his ass out towards me and I smack him four more times, hard enough to leave his cheeks burning a little. He moves quickly into the next room, picking out my outfit. It’s the one thing I give him control over.
He dresses me in thigh highs black as night. Silky against my soft skin. Tall black heels grace my feet, but much more fun than the ones I wear during the day. A little lace around my waist and garters to sexy things up. He takes a few moments to put a sparkly necklace around my neck, braid my hair and use a matching clip, then kneels before me.
I revel in the way his cock bounces with his eager need to please me. Laying back on a chaise, I take the time to please myself. Fingers gliding in and out of my pussy, wiggling just right. My nipples stand out hard and I watch his eyes stare at my breasts. I pull my fingers out and brush them against his lips.
As he opens his mouth to taste my sticky fingers, I slide them in and out of his mouth. “Clean them off well.” He sucks on them, uses his tongue to swipe across them, and cleans off my fingers way more than they require.
Watching him suck on my fingers ramps up my desire. I pull the leash close to lead him and have him suck my breast. The sounds of his tongue as he lathers my nipple and sucks it into his mouth almost makes me climax.
I push him back and he sits back on his heels again like a good submissive. Reaching over, I pull my toy out of its secret spot. When he sees it, his face falls a little, but I know he’ll enjoy watching. “Stroke yourself, but do not orgasm.”
“As you wish, My Lady.” His hand glides up and down, the head of his cock teasing me as he grows again. I almost feel bad about how many times he’s gone up and down tonight, but I make a note in the back of my mind to repay him for his troubles. In a day or three.
I turn the toy on and tease myself with it. Even though I’m ready to explode, it is just that, a tease. It’s on a low setting and the vibration is barely there, but it’s exactly what I need. It’s enough to torment my submissive, which is what I want.
Using the toy, I tease my nipples and glide it down my belly. His eyes follow it like he followed my fingers earlier. Lust clearly prominent in his gaze. His cheeks are flushed and the room fills with the scent of our bodies heightened desire again. I lay back and press the toy against my clit after turning it up.
Instead of holding it in, I moan a little loud. I let my eyes roll back. I want him watching while I pleasure myself. He pants and his cheeks flush a little more. I lick my lips and lean forward, proffering the toy. “Suck it.”
He wraps his lips around it like a professional and cleans the toy off. I pull it from his lips with a little pop and go back to teasing myself with it. The need on his face is too much, so I use the leash to pull him close. Setting the toy aside, I open myself to him again. This time, I do grab him by the hair and shove him between my thighs.
Without the need for instruction, he starts sucking on my labia, then wiggles his tongue against my clit. I squirm against him and press myself into the chaise. The way he sucks on me gets me close to climax again. I want to push him away, but I wait. He laps up the juices from my pussy with long, slow licks. When he grabs my thigh and really digs into me, I push him away.
“Naughty, boy.” Laying back, I use my fingers to work myself into a frenzy. He watches, knowing my climax will not be his to claim tonight. With the right finger wiggle, a gentle touch to my clit, I’m writhing and then climaxing. My entire body tightens and then I feel like a pint of ice cream left out a little too long. Soft and pliable. Free and relaxed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I glance down at my submissive, cock in hand, still hard and ready to go. With a smile, I stand and start walking away.
“Yes, My Lady.” He looks sad that he won’t be getting to orgasm, but he also has a glint in his eye telling me he’s going to put me through hell at the office again tomorrow, just like he did today. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me so that I can reap the benefits when we return home.

I’ve always had a complicated relationship with sex. I don’t have a terrible past or even a horrible experience I can pin this on. It’s just that it has taken me a LONG time to get to a place where I am able to orgasm. Or even derive any pleasure from sex at all.

I was late in “losing my virginity”. Yes, I put that in quotation marks, because I think it’s such a ridiculous notion. Virginity is a social construct. So let me rephrase that. I didn’t have sex with a partner until I was in my twenties. I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. I was curious about sex—sure—but the right person never came along and then it became such a big deal in my head, so I kept putting it off. I tried masturbation—you can’t really go through university without experimenting at least a little bit—but despite it feeling good, it didn’t feel as amazing as my friends all made it out to be. I even tried sex toys but to no avail. Maybe I existed too much in my own head, or maybe I just needed that special someone.

I met Mike when I had started my first job. He was sweet and gentle and very patient with me. I think he was a bit intimidated that he was my first one. Although why that would be, I can’t understand. I didn’t have anything to compare his exploits to, so he should have been totally confident. We had sex a couple of times and I loved the intimacy of it. I loved feeling his hard cock deep inside me, the weight of his body pinning me down on the bed. I loved his hot kisses on my neck, my breasts. But despite his best efforts, I didn’t come even close to an orgasm. It just didn’t happen for me. I was fine with that, but Mike didn’t stop obsessing over what he had done wrong. It had become a matter of honour for him to try to make me come. So much so that it became an issue in our relationship. I liked Mike, but I didn’t like that he made me feel broken. He kept talking about all the other women he had successfully satisfied, all the orgasms he had dispensed as if a woman’s orgasm was somehow within his control.

Needless to say, we broke up. I didn’t want to feel broken. I wasn’t broken. Not being able to have an orgasm frustrated me, sure, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy sex. I learned my lesson from that experience, though, and during the sexual encounters that followed—with lots of different men—I pretended to be ecstatic with their endeavours. I watched a lot of porn—studied it really—to make sure I was able to fake my pleasure convincingly. And I pulled it off. All the men I slept with loved how vocal I was, how much I loved their dicks, and how much pleasure they gave me. It wasn’t all fake, though. I did love sex. I did love their dicks, I just didn’t orgasm. And that was fine with me. Sexual encounters shouldn’t be defined by how big the orgasm was at the end. For me, an orgasm was never the goal.

That’s not to say that I wasn’t interested in experiencing the pleasure all my friends kept talking about. I started watching female focussed porn, looking at the faces of women when they came for real. I could see their bodies stiffen and their legs shake as the tidal wave of pleasure became too much and nearly drowned them. The more I watched, the more I longed to experience the same feelings. I slowly started becoming as obsessed with finding that pleasure as Mike had been with giving it to me. I read descriptions of orgasms: twitching cunts, puckered nipples, the gush of ejaculation (for the few that were lucky enough to be able to squirt). I read about the electric effects of having one’s clit stimulated, the spongy texture of an engorged G-spot. My fingers tried their best, but to no avail. My clit remained uncaring, my G-spot elusive. Maybe it was just not in the cards for me.

I had all but given up when I met Sofia. Sofia is the most passionate woman I’ve ever known. And not just in a sexual way. She loves life. She treasures the rain as much as she treasures the sun. She loves long walks on the beach, but can equally be happy sitting indoors reading a book. We met when she became my neighbour. I had brought her some flowers as a housewarming gift and she invited me in. From that day we often spent the evenings together: two single women sharing a meal and a few drinks. We talked until deep in the night. I don’t know why she was so keen on hanging out with me: I wasn’t exactly riveting company. But she invited me time and again, saying she loved chatting with me. The feeling was mutual: I loved hearing her stories of adventures she had been on.

As these things often go, we started talking about relationships and from that it’s a small step to sex. Not surprisingly, Sofia had quite a few lovers. She said she loved sex and openly talked about her masturbation habits. I won’t lie: I felt intimidated. I didn’t want to admit to her that I had never had an orgasm, or that I was incapable even of feeling intense pleasure during sex. I didn’t want her to think I was a freak.

One night, after a few glasses of wine, the truth came out. Rather than laugh at me, or express incredulity at my confession, she knitted together her eyebrows and puckered her lips.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

I nodded. Sofia and I had been neighbours for a few months by that point and I had come to think of her more as a friend than a neighbour.

“Lie down and close your eyes.”

I raised my eyebrows but did as she asked.

“I don’t want you to do anything.” Her voice was soft and reassuring. “I just want you to listen to my voice. That’s all. Concentrate on my words and don’t think of anything else.”

I wasn’t sure how this would help me have pleasure during sex, but I was willing to give anything a try.

“Are you comfortable?”

I nodded. I was suddenly nervous and looked over at Sofia, who smiled encouragingly.

“I’m going to sit over here,” she said and took place in the armchair across the room. “I’m going to stay here and I won’t touch you. So just close your eyes and relax.”

“You’re not going to try and hypnotise me, are you?” I asked, suddenly wary. I had heard about that and wanted no part in something that could mess with my mind.

Sofia laughed. “No, nothing like that. I am going to tell you a story, that’s all. And afterwards, we can have a few drinks or you can go home. If it’s not for you, fine, but I want to try this.”

“A story?” I asked. I could hear how sceptical I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t a child anymore who needed a bedtime tale.

Sofia smiled. “Just a story. Now lie back and relax.”

I lay down but relaxing was easier said than done. What kind of story was Sofia going to tell me and how would that help my sex life?

I closed my eyes and exhaled. I could hear Sofia make herself comfortable in the armchair.

“I have a fantasy,” she started. Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. I stopped fidgeting so I could hear her better.

“In this fantasy I’m in the woods. It’s a hot day; very, very hot. I’ve been for a hike, but I’m all sweaty and sticky. The air is still and oppressive. I would kill for a breeze, but the trees are quieter than I have ever heard them. Not a leaf rustles. I can feel the sweat trickle down my chest, between my breasts. My bra is digging into me and my shirt is starting to stick.”

Her voice was soothing, transporting me to the woods. I could feel the heat and I could have sworn I started sweating.

“I’m dying for relief,” Sofia’s voice continues, “but the woods are silent and seemingly endless. Then finally, I spot water up ahead. It’s a river!”

I sighed with happiness and I could feel my body react to the prospect of cooling down. I tried not to think about the effect the story was having on me. I wanted to stay in the fantasy.

“I run to the water and strip off my clothes. I don’t care who sees me, I want to feel the cold water on my skin. I step into the river. It’s deep enough so I can submerge myself completely. I give myself over to the coolness of the water, allowing the current to carry me downstream a little. I open my legs so the water can soothe my hot sex.”

I shifted on the couch, worried at the turn this story is taking. Worried, but also intrigued.

“I finally swim back to where my clothes are, but when I emerge from the water, I see someone there. It’s a man. He watches me get out of the river. I don’t make any attempt to conceal my nakedness. I want him to see me, to feast his eyes on my full breasts, on the drops of water that cling to the triangle of hair between my thighs. He doesn’t say anything as I walk towards him and bend over to pick up my shirt, using it to wipe the water from my face. We both know what will happen next, but I want to take my time. I stretch and the motion lifts my breasts. He needs no further prompting and steps closer to me. I smile and close the gap between us. His hands cup my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. Hot pleasure shoots to my cunt and I tilt my hips towards him.”

Sofia’s voice was still soft, but I felt as if she was shouting. An ache had started between my legs, an unfamiliar sensation that was both uncomfortable and welcome. I realised with a start that my nipples had hardened. I didn’t want to open my eyes, didn’t want to get away from the story. I wanted Sofia to continue. Her voice captivated me and pulled me along.

Sofia paused for a moment and then continued. “The man grabs my hips and pulls me even closer. I can feel his erection against my mound. I don’t waste any time. I fumble with his zipper and then I drag his trousers down. His cock is big and rock hard. He steps out of his trousers and leads me to a rock near the river. He lifts me up and sets me on the rock. I willingly spread my legs for him. My cunt is dripping with desire. He takes his place between my inviting thighs and I wrap my legs around him. His cock finds my entrance and he buries himself deep inside me. I can’t help but gasp as he fills me completely. I rock my hips against him, urging him to take me hard and fast. He gets the message and lifts me slightly so he can penetrate me even deeper. Pleasure fills every fibre of my being as he pounds into me. He tilts his hips so my clit grinds against his pelvic bone. I don’t care who hears me: I scream and moan and beg for him to make me come. He bends his head and sucks my nipples in turn, in a steady pattern that drives me over the edge. I cling to him as I come hard around his cock. He grunts as he pumps his seed deep inside me.

And then it is over. He slides out of me, leaving me sticky and sweaty and achingly empty. Without saying a word, he puts his trousers back on and leaves.”

Sofia stopped talking and I could barely breathe. The ache between my legs was hot and urgent and I wanted to leave. I was embarrassed about my reaction to this story, embarrassed but also excited. I had never felt like this before.

“Open your eyes,” Sofia told me.

I opened them and blinked. I sat up, feeling shaky.

“Do you want to go home?” Sofia asked gently. There was no judgement on her face.

“I do.” My voice was hoarse.

Sofia nodded. I got up from the sofa and grabbed my bag. Suddenly I felt in a rush to be alone, to deal with this ache.

“Speaking out your fantasy aloud can be very powerful,” Sofia said.

I noticed her eyes shone brighter than before and I wondered if she was as turned on as I was. “That was very sexy,” I said. I felt the need to address it somehow.

Sofia nodded. “You should try it yourself sometime. Tell your fantasy, even if it’s just to yourself. Tell the story aloud, and don’t rush it. You need the build-up before the release. Sometimes it takes a long story, which is fine. Enjoy the telling of the fantasy and the rest will follow.”

I kissed her cheek. “Thank you for that.”

Back at home, some of the urgency had left my pussy, but that was all right. I undressed slowly and made myself comfortable on my armchair wearing only my jumper and my panties which were quite damp. I felt a bit silly being alone and being very turned on. At the same time, I wanted to explore this idea further without rushing it.

Not wanting my horniness to leave, I grabbed a book, trying to focus on the story without rushing into anything. I was too afraid that I wouldn’t be able to make myself come, even though I felt different than I had ever felt before.

Unable to concentrate on my book any longer, I put it aside. I got up, a little restless and still very aroused. I sat down again, on a stool this time. Then I took Sofia’s advice. I started telling myself a story. A fantasy I had had but had never given voice to.

“I stand in the kitchen,” I whispered. “A man stands behind me and starts stroking my neck.” I stroked my neck, briefly closing my eyes and imagining it is the man from my fantasy.

The ache in my cunt returned. I stopped feeling silly about whispering to myself and continued my fantasy. I caressed my body, rubbing the soft fabric of my jumper over my breasts. My nipples reacted to the stimulation and I took time exploring how they felt while being rubbed. I kept whispering my fantasy as heat gathered between my legs. I wanted to reach down and rub my pussy, but I was afraid all this was going to be in vain again. I concentrated on the story, listening to my own whispered words. I could feel the man’s cock against me as I caressed myself. I released one breast from my jumper and pinched the nipple. I gasped as pleasure shot through me. My cunt was practically screaming to be touched, so I let my hand wander downwards. My fingers skimmed over the soft fabric of my panties. I gasped at how swollen my sex felt. As I whispered my story, I pulled my panties aside. My cunt was dripping with desire.

I touched my sodden sex, my fingers sliding easily through my slit. When they connected with my clit I couldn’t help but moan. Oh god, that felt so amazing! I finally knew what everyone had been talking about. Sparks of electricity ran from my clit throughout my body.

Take it easy, Sofia had said, so I did. My whispered words made me wetter than I ever could have imagined being. My clit grew under my strumming fingers. I moaned and gasped around my words as wave after wave of the most intense feeling imaginable crashed over me. I slipped a finger inside me. My cunt was tight, hot and wet. I could feel the spongy texture of my G-spot and almost cry with relief. I caressed my cunt, alternating between rubbing my G-spot and my clitoris.

My juices made it easy to slide my fingers over and into my throbbing sex. Tension built inside me—not the tension that comes from the frustration of not getting satisfaction, but another, delicious type of tension. I felt like a dam in which water builds and builds until it can’t withstand the pressure any longer.

I struggled to focus on my story, but I forced myself to continue speaking the words. My story had to end before the dam broke. I slowed my hand, turning my rubs into caresses. Even the gentlest sliding of my fingers increased the pleasure coursing through my body. I settled into a pattern while I whispered the last words of my story: a caress of my clit followed by pressure on my G-spot.

When my orgasm hit me, I was unprepared. Contractions started deep inside me, making my cunt convulse around my fingers. My legs started shaking and a heaviness descended on my limbs. My skin tingled and I felt more relaxed than I ever had in my life. I slumped on the stool, unable to sit upright any longer and gave myself over to the tidal wave of pure ecstasy. Hot liquid gushed over my fingers, soaking the stool beneath me.

When I had finally regained my breath I dragged myself to the sofa. I covered myself with a blanket. I was so happy I had opened up to Sofia about not being able to get an orgasm. The way she had shown me how to seduce myself with my voice had changed my life and I would be forever in her debt.

Before I drifted off to sleep I resolved to spend the next days—weeks—seducing myself by whispering different sexual fantasies I had had. It was going to be fun!