Misc. Erotica Ensnaring Lilly

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly, desperate not to return to her apartment, reaches out to Thomas and Michelle, an American couple she met the previous night. Over lunch, Lilly comes clean about the contract she's signed. Thomas and Michelle present Lilly with a gift. Lilly and Michelle share a stall in the restroom and Lilly's pussy is stuffed with a new toy.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Michelle?"

"Yes."

"It's Lilly."

"Hi, Lilly! How are you?"

"I'm okay, thank you. How are you and Thomas?"

"We are good. A little depressed since it's our last day in Europe. But being with you last night was such a great way to end our trip."

"I had fun, too."

"Honestly, I didn't think we'd hear from you."

"Yes, well, my plans changed."

"What happened?"

"My boyfriend. My boyfriend's mother fell ill."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yes, he...um...he had to drive to France to see her and I was wondering if you...if you and your husband were still available. If you'd like to...see me."

"I have to admit that seeing you again would be lovely. Last night was a lot of fun. Hold on a moment."

Lilly stood on the corner just down the street from the American couple's hotel. It had started to rain and she ducked beneath a flower shop awning. In her ear she could hear the muffled sounds of Michelle speaking to her husband. Finally, Michelle asked, "Are you there?"

"Yes."

"Thomas said our flight back to the U.S. leaves very early tomorrow morning. We have to head to the airport at five. But he said he'd love to fuck you again." Michelle laughed. "His words, not mine. I don't have the same equipment he does, but I'd enjoy spending time with you as well." Whispering, she said, "Honestly, Lilly, you're one of the youngest and most beautiful women I've been with. We usually...fool around...with women or couples our own age."

Lilly blushed at the compliment. "Thank you. That's nice of you to say. Seeing you both again sounds lovely. I'd like that, too." But her motivations went deeper than spending time with the couple. She was worried someone in Rebecca's employ might visit her apartment and force her back to the estate. And yet, as that thought crossed her mind, Claire stirred.

"Goodie! We are so excited," said Michelle. "When do you want to come over?"

"Can we meet for lunch first?" She was hungry since the last food she'd had was breakfast and her time with Francesca and the law clerk had been taxing.

"Sure, I'm starving and Thomas is always ready to eat. Where?"

"I know a little place around the corner from your hotel, Bistro Oui." Lilly gave Michelle the address.

"That sounds great." Then Lilly heard Thomas' muffled voice. Michelle came back on: "Thomas asked that you not wear panties."

Her panties were currently on Francesca's desk. "I think I can arrange that."

Michelle made a kissing noise on the phone. "Oui! Oui! See you in a few."

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Bistro Oui stood like a cheerful beacon set amidst the gray and rainy afternoon. Although all of the outdoor tables were empty and the patrons had moved inside, golden light spilled from its large windows, throwing a pleasant yellow halo around the tiny building. Lilly stood just inside the door waiting for a table to clear.

Her long auburn hair was frizzy from the damp and she hadn't bothered to put it back in the bun she'd worn it in earlier. Francesca's law clerk had yanked it free while fucking her against the windows of the lawyer's office. The black thigh highs she had worn to the appointment were in a waste basket. They had been stretched and snagged during the meeting.

A table opened up in a tight corner and Lilly made her way across the cafe's small space feeling exposed; as if everyone knew what had taken place in Francesca's office. She took a seat with her back to the wall so she could see when Thomas and Michelle arrived. A server came and she ordered a bowl of Swiss Barley soup, a baguette and hot tea. She was chilled to the bone and hugged herself to keep warm.

It felt like the walls were closing in and returning to her tiny apartment was the last thing she wanted to do. But she had no place else to turn. Her now ex-boyfriend, Sebastian, wasn't picking up his phone and he was really the only person she knew well enough in Lucerne to reach out to. Then she thought of waking up this morning to Thomas's warm hands on her body and Michelle's plain but very pretty face. They had traded numbers when parting ways after an intense night of pleasure.

Lilly saw them enter the cafe. She waved to get their attention and they came over with wide smiles. She stood and they hugged and it felt good. Michelle appraised her and said, "Gosh, Lilly, you look like a drowned rat." Then she caught herself. "But a very pretty drowned rat."

"The rain just caught me by surprise." What she wanted was a warm shower and thick robe to bundle in. The suit she had worn to meet with the lawyers didn't provide any warmth. The hip-hugging pencil skirt didn't fall very far down her thighs and the single button blazer exposed most of her breasts due to the open-cup shelf bra she wore beneath it. The garment pushed her tits forward dramatically and in the chilled air, her upturned nipples were obvious even though they were tucked behind the suit jacket.

After the server took the couple's order, Thomas said, "We brought you a present."

Michelle said, "Honey, can't you wait? We just sat down."

Thomas's expression was pleading and Lilly found it adorable. She patted Thomas on the hand and said, "Michelle, it's okay. He's obviously very excited."

Michelle feigned a harumph and then started to giggle while digging around in her purse. "Well, if he's going to act like that, we might as well give it to you." She placed a small pink box wrapped in a lacy red ribbon on the table.

"What is it?"

"Open it." Michelle was smiling. "I think you'll like it."

The box was plain and when Lilly slid the top off she discovered a black leather choker. It was about three inches wide and it clasped with small metal buckles at the back. Front and center and meant to rest in the hollow of the wearer's neck, a circle of small rhinestones glimmered. They did a good job of hiding a chrome metal ring that was obviously meant for a leash. It was beautifully made with what looked like hand stitching around the edges.

Michelle's eyes sparkled. "I hope you don't think it's too...kinky. We thought it might be fun to tie you up when we get back to the hotel."

Lilly recalled Michelle making a similar statement this morning. Between her thighs, Claire went loose and Lilly felt her cheeks flush.

Thomas asked politely, "Would you allow me to put it on you?"

She didn't say anything for a moment. Anyone in the cafe who knew the slightest thing about bondage would understand the symbolism. Her mind flashed back to the thin velvet choker the Vatspalt's had given her years ago. Twirling her hair, she realized that it was a good thing the law clerk had torn her bun loose. She could accept Thomas's offer and her trusses would hide the buckles from view. Bowing her head and turning away from him, Lilly said, "Yes, but not too tight."

As the leather slipped around her neck and Thomas fastened the buckles, a deep sense of security fell over her. The restraint and the warmth offered comfort. The subtle way it communicated the couple's dominance over her was arousing. Lilly sighed with contentment. She was with them and they would protect her, if only for a night. Stroking the soft leather, Lilly purred and smoothed her hair back in place. "It feels wonderful."

"You look beautiful," Michelle said. "It makes your neck look even longer than it already is."

"Thank you."

Thomas said, "See what else is in there."

Peering deeper into the box Lilly discovered an orange egg-shaped bulb. It was as thick as her wrist, and about four inches long. One end narrowed to a sharply curved shaft that held a smaller bulb covered with tiny bumps. She saw a cute play on words embossed in the lightly textured latex: Cumquat.

Thomas grinned and pulled his phone from his pocket. He slid a finger over the screen and the box visibly vibrated. An angry buzz was amplified as the device rattled against the table. Lilly's eyes got big and she quickly replaced the lid.

Pulling it close, she looked around nervously. "You bought me a remote controlled vibrator?" Giggling, she felt a dollop of moisture seep; knew it would leave a little wet spot on her skirt.

Michelle kissed her on the cheek. "I have one at home and Thomas calls it my Cumcunt, which is a little vial but truer words were never spoken. That little fucker is debilitating when it really gets going. He likes me to wear it in public on date nights." She blew her husband a kiss. "We thought you might enjoy wearing it with your boyfriend."

"Actually," Thomas said, "We'd like you to go put it in right now." His smile was full of mischief. "Michelle knows how to insert it. She could help you."

Michelle furrowed her brow. "Thomas, let the poor girl eat her lunch. She's already agreed to let us play with her."

Stuffing the little box in her clutch, Lilly thanked them. The vibrator was another way they could exert control over her and it turned her on. "I do like it. And the choker is lovely. But I really am starving. Could I put it in after we eat?"

"Of course," he said. "I didn't mean to be pushy." Leaning back in his chair, Lilly glanced at his lap. The distinct outline of his hardened cock was obvious in the slacks he wore. Lilly remembered it filling her bottom last night and again this morning. The thought of being bound as his girthy rapier perforated Claire was enjoyable to consider. She didn't want to go back to her apartment and if they wanted her to wear the vibrator in public, she would do it because she was a people pleaser at heart. She would be their Good Girl.

She took a sip of tea, looking at them over the brim. "I'd love it if Michelle would help me put it in," she said while batting her eyes. Thomas and Michelle shared a look as Lilly dipped the end of the baguette into the soup and pushed the soggy bread into her mouth. It was delicious and left a warm feeling in her tummy.

They watched her eat for a few moments before Thomas said, "I hope your boyfriend's mother is feeling better soon."

Lilly nodded and continued with the lie she'd spun. "He's there now. He thinks it's just a cold."

Michelle said, "Yes, but colds can be serious for older people." Lilly nodded.

"I'm sure she will be okay," he said.

They all ate some more and when Lilly finished her soup she said, "Thanks for meeting me."

Michelle patted her arm, "Of course, dear we..."

And then Lilly's tears came. She couldn't help herself. Her emotions were a jumbled mess. So much had happened in the last couple days and the story just burst out of her like waters rushing through a fractured dam. Some of it was gibberish as she sobbed through the tale. The American couple just sat quietly. Some of it was true, some of it was edited for content; she couldn't tell them about what Rebecca had forced her to do while serving the dinner guests. She came clean about Sebastian breaking up with her, but didn't admit it was because he caught her having sex with his daughter. Her meeting with Francesca didn't include being made to stand nude in the woman's corner office. Nor did it provide details on the fact that she was commanded to eat the lawyer's pussy or the fucking she'd received from Francesca's law clerk.

She told them about signing the contract, although left out many of the details around the deliverables she would be held to. She left out the parts that were more deviant and cried especially hard when she admitted to them that she had agreed to sell her business to Rebecca. When she finished, Lilly felt drained. She sat sagged in the chair, her shoulders hunched, her tits nearly falling from the blazer. She didn't care; it felt good to get it out, even if every word wasn't completely true. Finally gathering herself, Lilly looked up and said, "Oh wow!" Half laughing and half sobbing, she took a cleansing breath.

Michelle patted her leg. "It's okay, darling. It's going to be okay." Thomas confirmed his wife's words and hearing them say it was a relief. Having a good cry often clarified things and Lilly's hopes ticked up a notch or two.

Sniffling, she asked, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course, dear," Michelle said. "I think you just need to meet with this Rebecca person and explain that you didn't realize what you were signing."

Knowing what she knew about Mistress Tallenger, Lilly was convinced it would not be that easy. But it was difficult to admit so she said, "Do you think so?"

Thomas put a hand on her leg. The warmth felt wonderful. It wasn't sexual; it was comforting. "I do, Lilly. We both do."

Clearing her throat, Michelle said, "Let's change the subject. Lilly, honey, did we tell you about our trip to Budapest?"

Changing the subject seemed an excellent idea. She had been to Budapest several times since moving to Switzerland and asked, "Did you guys go to the huge public pools? They are like clubs with DJs and dancing, but everyone is in bathing suits."

Thomas said, "Absolutely. I even got Michelle to wear a new bikini."

Blushing, Michelle said, "Oh, God, Lilly, it was so tiny my tits were nearly falling out of it and it was so...well it was pretty much just a string on the bottom. You could see everything but my clit and butthole."

"It's a micro bikini." Thomas looked proud. "I bought it just for this trip." Michelle leaned across the table and kissed her husband. Lilly realized their European vacation had been about reconnecting sexually; about getting away from being parents and their normal lives back home. They had invited her into their bed last night and Lilly was glad she would forever be a part of that reconnection.

She had brought them pleasure and her special place stirred.

Patting her husband's arm, Michelle said, "I never wear bikinis anymore when we go to the beach back home. I've got such a mom bod."

Lilly thought Michelle had a hell of a nice body and told her so. "I've gotten to know it pretty well since last night and honestly, Michelle, you're fucking hot."

Thomas agreed. "I tell her that about once a day."

"Thank you both." Michelle was blushing like a virgin bride. "That's very kind. When I turned 40, I felt like every last molecule of sexiness just kind of disappeared..."

"She's full of shit," her husband interrupted. "My little sex pot got sexier than ever. She started seeing a personal trainer and really got into Pilates and yoga." Thomas chuckled. "The clothing women wear to exercise in is, well, I think it's only reason for existing is to turn men on."

"It's so tight, I finally just waxed all my pubic hair off. I didn't like the little puffy mound." Michelle shrugged.

"That move got no argument from me," Thomas said. "Smooth pussy is the best pussy, as far as I'm concerned."

"Every time I come home from working out, he jumps on me." Michelle crinkled her nose. "I'm all sweaty and gross and smelly and he can't wait to get inside me."

Thomas held his hands up in surrender. "Guilty as charged."

"My boy...my ex-boyfriend really liked watching me do yoga without clothes on," Lilly said. "But I realized pretty quickly that I never finished my workout. I always found myself on the floor underneath him." She laughed. "The Downward Dog often just turned into Doggy Style. And the Happy Baby always ended with trying to make a baby!"

They all laughed and Thomas said, "I can see why." Then his eyes fell to her thighs. "You didn't wear panties, did you?"

Lilly blushed and shook her head. "No."

Michelle said, "Open your legs, dear. Show us."

Parting her knees, the skirt rode up her hips as she turned slightly to provide a better view to the couple. The cool air on her special place drew a shiver. Gazing at Lilly's pussy, Michelle said, "We should have shaved you last night."

"Oh it's fine, honey," he said. "I like the way it's just a little fuzzy. Like it's growing in for the first time." Pulling his eyes from her sopping sex, he leaned in and kissed her, his strong tongue probing her lips apart until she accepted him. After a moment, he withdrew and Lilly was left panting. He said, "You're such a good girl."

Lilly couldn't help but smile. Biting the tip of her finger, she said, "Thank you."

"Okay you two, settle down," Michelle said. "Why don't you tell us how you came to live here in the first place?"

Lilly took a moment to shuffle through memories. "When I was 19, I made a friend in college. Her name was Cassy and she had moved to the U.S. from Sweden with her family." The year she spent with the Vatspalts didn't matter to Thomas and Michelle and Lilly jumped ahead to their departure. She said, "I spent a lot of time at their house and really enjoyed helping make dinner. In my house, my mother did all the cooking and all I ever did was clean up the kitchen. With the Vatspalts, making a meal was a family affair."

Lilly didn't mention she often found herself on her knees, sucking a cock or pushing her tongue inside a pussy. "I just really found that I loved making food and when the Vatspalts moved back to Europe, there was a kind of hole in my life. I got a job at a boutique culinary store and in the back was this really nice kitchen where the employees would make little snacks and give them to the customers. I got really good at it and even took over the cooking duties at home. I had kept in touch with the Vatspalts and they knew how much I enjoyed making food. One day, Cassy's mother sent me an email urging me to apply to the culinary school here in Lucerne. She said her husband had some connections that might help."

She smoothed her hair and tucked it behind an ear. "I applied almost as a lark. I knew I'd never get in but I went through the process. I had to send the school scratch recipes and submit videos of me actually preparing the food. The admissions office made a few of my dishes and about a month later I was accepted. I was so excited and honored that I didn't even apply to other schools."

Michelle was smiling. "That is amazing, Lilly. You must be very proud."

"I am. It pushed me out of the house and forced me to be independent. But it was expensive and I had to take out loans for school and my catering business." At this Lilly teared up again.

Michelle rubbed Lilly's back. "It's okay, honey. It's all going to be okay."

"I just don't know how I'm going to pay back everything if I have to go and be someone's...servant."

Thomas asked, "Does the contract stipulate what you will be paid?"

Lilly shook her head. "It noted the money I would make from working at the party the other night and includes some language about a fair price for my business. There is also some stuff about a bonus." Lilly didn't mention the bonus was based on her behavior as Mistress Tallenger's sex slave.

"It sounds to me like you stand to make a fair bit of money if this woman is as wealthy as you say she is," said Thomas.

Lilly asked, "Have you seen that long wall going across the hill on the other side of the lake?" Thomas and Michelle both nodded. "That's her estate."

Thomas ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus, that place is enormous. It's really more of a castle than a house."

Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, Michelle said, "I think you just need to stand your ground and tell this woman you made a mistake. I mean, how unreasonable can she be? If she has that much money, she can certainly afford to hire someone else and release you from your...servitude."

Lilly said nothing. Finally she nodded, "It can't hurt to try, I suppose." But she had no plans to beg for Rebecca's forgiveness. Tonight would be spent in the couple's hotel room, hopefully tied to their bed. Tomorrow she would go straight to Sebastian's place. Lilly didn't care if she found him buried balls deep in his wife, she would make him understand the severity of her situation. He would help.

They continued to nibble and sip tea and the conversation turned away from Lilly's predicament. They talked about current events back in the U.S., and since they all came from Northern California, they could commiserate on the downturn San Francisco had experienced since the pandemic. Thomas said, "Even though we live in Marin, we hardly ever go into the city." He smiled, "Although that's where I purchased Michelle's pussy tickler."

Michelle blushed. "He gave it to me for my birthday and made me put it in while we were out to dinner. I felt so naughty. He kept taking me right to the edge and left it on even as the sommelier was going over our wine options. It was...so fucking hot." She visibly shivered, her breasts moving freely in a cashmere sweater. Lilly noticed the nubs of Michelle's nipples rise to the occasion.

"You're welcome, honey," he said. He looked at Lilly, then his eyes fell to her opened thighs. "It's time Michelle helped you put it in."

Placing a hand to her chest, Lilly's surprise was feigned. Claire was throbbing. "Now?"

The couple nodded in unison. "No time like the present," he said.

Michelle stood and took her by the hand. "Come on, sweetheart, I'll help you with it."

"Oh gosh."

Thomas said, "I'll order some more tea."

The restroom was like most in Europe. The sink area was for common use and a number of stall doors opened off the perimeter. One of the doors showed "VACANT" and Michelle led her into the cramped space. "Give me the box and stand on the toilet," Michelle said. "I don't want to kneel on the floor." Unlike American restrooms, the Europeans preferred privacy and the stall was four solid walls from floor to ceiling. Lilly handed Michelle the box and clambored carefully onto the toilet seat. "Lift your skirt, dear," Michelle said.

Lilly tugged the skirt over her hips and realized her special place was only inches from Michelle's face. The older woman looked up and said, "I'm so glad we met you last night."

Lilly said, "Me..." and then she moaned because Michelle was fiddling with her girl-part, snuggling her fingers between the delicate billows and gently prying Claire open.

Peering intently at Lilly's femininity, Michelle said, "She's very wet."

"I know." And then she moaned because Michelle began placing tiny kisses on her sex.

Planting her palms against the sidewalls, Lilly pushed her hips forward. "Yes, please." The kisses landed across the hillocks of her mons; Michelle lazily running her tongue through the soft downy haze of mahogany public fluff and in the hollow of her partially opened thighs.

When Michelle's tongue slithered over her clit, Lilly wondered about the law clerk's cum that had filled her pussy only an hour earlier. Then her tummy convulsed and Lilly realized she didn't care. The woman pushed one, then another, finger inside Claire's mouth. She slowly pumped while nuzzling deeper onto the pink button. Lilly's breath caught and her cumming hiccups filled the little stall. She briefly wondered if there was anyone in the stalls on either side and if they could hear her.

Michelle pulled away but continued to slowly thrust and turn her wrist at the same time, preparing Claire for her meal. Lilly sank lower, squatting to open her sex as Michelle dragged the thick orange egg over Lilly's frothing labia. "That's better," Michelle said. She withdrew her fingers and popped them into her mouth while pressing the stubby end of the egg to Claire's mouth.

A high gasp escaped Lilly's lips as her pussy strained around the thickest part of the vibrator. In another moment, it was seated perfectly in her womb and Claire's mouth closed around it like an oversized gumdrop. The little orange wand resembled a stiff tentacle emerging from her pussy and Michelle fiddled with its placement, nestling it between the folds until the little nubs pressed against Lilly's clit.

Next, Michelle went into her purse, withdrawing a pair of skin-colored latex panties. "These will keep it in place."

Lilly raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying that my pussy is loose?" Michelle's look of surprise was priceless and Lilly laughed. "Just kidding. I couldn't help myself!"

"Don't be naughty." Holding them at Lilly's ankles, Michelle gently licked the length of Lilly's slit.

Lilly carefully stepped into the panties and was reminded of the latex kitty costume she had worn to the gang bang in Napa years ago. And like that costume, these panties were small and somewhat difficult to put on, especially when teetering on a public toilet in heels. With a final tug by Michelle, the garment slid over her modest hips, snugging tightly against her skin; the thong slid deeply between the cheeks of her bottom. The warmth around her pussy was noticeable. The vibrator had completely disappeared save for a tiny orange bump over her clit, which was opaque because of the panties. They weren't particularly comfortable, but that wasn't the point and as Lilly stepped off the toilet she felt the vibrator come to life within her. It was only a slow quiver but she knew instantly what was happening. "Thomas is already playing with me." Then she stifled a moan.

Watching Lilly tremble, Michelle smiled and sucked the tip of her thumb. "That's so hot. It's one thing to be the person whose pussy is stuffed with that little bastard, it's another thing entirely watching someone else struggle with it in her pussy." Lilly could only nod her head slightly because the vibrations went from "Feather Tickler" to "Pussy Pounder" in about a second. The pink kernel of her clit illuminated with sensation.

"Oomph!" Lilly's knees buckled. "Fuck me!"

Michelle caught her by the elbow and helped her sit on the toilet. Pinching her eyes closed, the sensation was incredibly intense. She absently opened her legs, drawing her fingers over the smooth latex, as if to subdue the little orange toy. But all that did was to press the clittoral stimulator more firmly to her button. "Jesus!"

Michelle stood over her with a smile. "Now you see what I mean." Michelle took her phone out. "Mind if I take a little video?" But Lilly could only moan in response while writhing against the wall, her legs open and the momentum of a glorious climax coming to the fore. Michelle tapped the screen. A moment later, the Cumquat went still. "I told Thomas to stop."

Running a hand through her hair, Lilly sat there, a little dazed but highly aroused. She laughed, "You little bitch. Why didn't you let me cum?" Looking between her thighs, the latex panties were so wet they were translucent. A hot pool of her feminine essence had pooled in her butthole.

Lifting the long skirt she was wearing, Michelle stepped closer and Lilly's eyes were drawn to the woman's hairless vale. Michelle said, "My turn," as she pressed her hips to Lilly's face.

The exposed pipes feeding the toilet made it impossible for Lilly to turn away. But she wasn't interested in denying Michelle pleasure. Instead, she wrapped her hands around the woman's bottom and pulled her closer. "Happily," was all she could say before the pleasant tang of the woman's sodden hovel met the tip of her tongue.

Lilly lost track of time while in the bathroom. She took Michelle to a rather vocal orgasm and when they exited, a woman at the sink washing her hands gave them a look. They only laughed and headed back into the restaurant hand-in-hand. Lilly saw Thomas was speaking with a man who was sitting at their table. He had his back to the room and was dressed in dark, loose-fitting clothing and a black baseball cap. Lilly wondered if he would be joining them for the afternoon and her special place tingled at the thought. As she took her seat against the wall and across from the stranger she noticed two things:

1. Thomas tapped his phone screen.

2. The person in the chair was Rebecca Tallenger.​