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"In all honesty, I never thought about my husband even once. I was just consumed with desire for Rose and nothing else mattered but her."
"Man, I wish I could have that kind of power over someone. Even if it was just for one day!"
"You'd like to spend some time dominating Mark, huh?"
"Who?"
"Mark. Your boyfriend."
"Oh, Mark! Oh, yes! That's who I was thinking about. Mark. Of course, I mean who else could I have possibly been thinking about."
"I'm sure I have no idea. No idea at all. So anyway, Rose took me by the hand and started to lead me towards the exit and the parking lot. Well, you'll never believe this, but that's exactly the moment when I start to regain my grip on reality. I don't know, maybe it was because I could suddenly feel my wedding ring pressing against my fingers when she gave my hand a little squeeze."
"Yep. That could probably do it."
"All of a sudden the full weight of what I was about to do landed on me. I have a good marriage and a happy home! Why would I want to put everything I have at risk just because this woman wanted to get laid tonight? I mean, like you said before, I'm not even a lesbian!"
"Exactly!"
"But when I looked at her, I could feel my resistance slipping away. I can't imagine how she suddenly got so much power over me, but I knew that all she had to do was give me a wink and I would still put out for her even then. I knew my only recourse was to get away from her and fast."
"So . . ."
"So, I jerked my hand out of her's and made a dash for the door. Once I was out in the parking lot and a little ways from the building, I slowed it down to a very fast walk. She wasn't a rapist, I reasoned. Surely she would get the message that I wasn't interested anymore and not come chasing after me."
"Besides which, I can't imagine how anybody could run in those high heeled boots you were describing."
"Right! But just as I was passing between this beat up old truck and one of those big, ugly conversion vans, she was suddenly there! I was breathing so heavily, my heart was pounding so hard over my narrow escape . . ."
". . . and the opportunity you had just squandered . . ."
". . . that I never even heard her coming. She grabs me by the wrist, swings me around, and shoves me hard up against the side of that big van. I was caught so off guard by her sudden appearance, I was so stunned to suddenly find myself crashing into that van, that I swear to you that I didn't know which way was up for a few moments. And that was all the time Rose needed."
"For what? What did she do?"
". . . she ravished me."
"Ravished?"
"She sort of had her body pressed up against mine so that I was pinned there. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue going right down my throat. One of her hands found my tit again and held on to it tightly, but her other hand lost no time in finding it's way down the front of my slacks and right into my panties."
"She fingered you!? Right there in a public parking lot?! Oh, my God! How on earth did you react to that?"
"By having the biggest orgasm of my entire life."
"Oh, my, God."
"Yeah."
"I'm your best friend, I've known you forever, and yet I never would have guessed you'd have been even a little into exhibitionism. It's obvious you had a good time though. Look at you, your face is all flushed, your breathing hard . . ."
"Well so are you, Heather. And talk about the high beams! No, it's no use getting all embarrassed and trying to cover them up now - I've already seen them. Maybe I shouldn't finish this story if it's having that strong an effect on you."
"No, no. I'm dying to hear what happened after you got fucked in front of the whole world."
"It wasn't like that exactly. Remember that Rose and I were in between those two big vehicles. I managed to have a look around in the aftermath. We were sort of, but not entirely out of sight in there from the road and the bar both. If someone was going to watch us, they would have to get themselves in just the right place."
"And considering the show you two put on at that table in the bar, I'll bet those people were climbing all over each other in front of the windows, trying to find the best view of the show you two were putting on."
Yeah, probably. It's so humiliating to think of all of those people watching as that woman had her way with me. But . . ."
"But?"
"But it's also kind of . . . hot."
"Adultery, lesbianism, submissiveness, exhibitionism . . . Is there no end to the surprises you have for me today? So what happened then?"
"Well, now that she was confident that she had full control over me again, Rose took me by the hand again and led me away. I figured that I would get into my car, she would get into her's, and I would follow her back to her place. It was not to be, though. When we arrived at the side of my car, I tried to stop but she just pulled me right on by it. That's when I realized that she wanted me to ride back to her place with her."
"Probably she was afraid that if she let you spend a little time alone in your car, you'd start thinking about Tom again and run off."
"Maybe."
"Or, perhaps she just wanted to fuck you in her car, too. Oh, quit blushing, Shannon! If you're happy to get fingered in front of who knows how many people in a parking lot, I can't imagine you would be shy about doing it in the back seat of some car. So, what did this outrageously sexy lawyer drive, anyway? Some high powered little sports car?"
"Nope."
"No? Well, I'm not buying that the conversion van belonged to her. What did she drive then?"
"A motorcycle!"
"What?!"
"Honest to God, Heather, she led me straight to this huge, powerful looking motorcycle. It had a huge engine, those long front forks, lots of gleaming chrome . . ."
"So, she wasn't a member of a biker gang, but she was still a biker chick."
"I guess so. Let me tell you, Heather, that riding that beast was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my entire life. You wouldn't believe what it feels like to have something so powerful vibrating between your legs. I think I had another orgasm just from riding behind her!"
"It does sound exciting, but I'm not sure I would have had the nerve to ever get on one of those things, especially as a passenger. I'd be terrified of falling off!"
"It was a little scary - I don't deny that. The fear only added to my excitement though. Besides, riding behind her like that gave me the opportunity to press myself right up against her from behind. I wrapped my arms around her middle good and tight, laid my head on her back, and kept my eyes squeezed shut for the whole ride. It was terrifying, yes, but it also had me more aroused and ready to go than ever!"
"And did you try anything on that wild ride?"
"Well . . . yeah. I mean, considering that I was pressed into her so tightly, my nose was filled with a heady mixture of aromas from leather to sweat to perfume, and there were so many good vibrations coming from down below, not to mention the exhilaration of that terrifying ride, I just could not resist."
"Come on, then. Spill! What did you do?"
"When we stopped at this intersection stop light and I felt a bit more secure in loosening the veritable death grip I had on her, I sort of let one hand stray down between her legs."
"Wow! And how did the dominatrix react to that?"
"She pulled my hand right out of there and put it back where it had come from. Then Rose reached back, gave me a stinging slap on the thigh, and told me that I would have to wait for that sort of thing until we got back to her place."
"Kind of like a strict teacher rapping a misbehaving child's knuckles with a ruler!"
"Uh, yeah, if you say so."
"And what did you do?"
"I . . . kept my hands to myself from then on and waited impatiently for us to reach her place."
"Man, you really did turn into this woman's lapdog, didn't you?"
"You just don't understand, Heather. She was so strong, so confident, so . . . powerful. I can't imagine how anyone could possibly deny her anything."
"So you got back to her place and . . ."
"It turned out that she lived in this very nice condo over on the ritzy side of town. Believe me, it was a world apart from my humble little suburb. She parked at the curb, helped me down off her motorcycle, then slipped her arm around me and led me inside."
"And . . .!?"
"My, goodness, you are into this story, aren't you? I thought you would listen to my unfortunate misadventure and give me a few words of comfort or advice, but really you're just getting off on the dirty story, aren't you?"
"Well . . . I mean . . . uh . . . that is . . ."
"I mean, I was planning on sparing you all the gory details about what happened at her place . . ."
"NO! Um, I mean you've already told me so much . . ."
"Oh my, God! You actually do want to hear every last detail about how your best friend got fucked to within an inch of her life by some uber dom attorney!"
". . . well, you can't just come this far and leave me hanging, you know. Right?"
"Very well then. If all you're really interested in right now is hearing the climax of this sex story, then I won't disappoint you, you perv!"
"Um . . ."
"As soon as we were inside her condo and she had closed the door behind us, she made me strip down to my birthday suit. She told me I wouldn't be allowed to wear clothes under her roof and so right there in the entranceway, without a second thought, I pulled off every last stitch of clothing I had on. From my blouse and slacks to my bra and panties to my socks and shoes and even my wristwatch - it all ended up in a heap at our feet. The only thing that I was allowed to keep on was my wedding ring. I was left standing there buck naked on the cool linoleum tile, shivering a little from the air conditioning and shivering a lot from the critical way she was studying me. In that moment, I craved her approval even more than I ever have chocolate. God I hoped she liked what she saw."
"I'll bet I would have . . ."
"Hmm? What was that?"
"Oh, nothing."
"I'll just bet. And Heather? My eyes are up here. Would you quit staring at my tits like some hormone addled teenaged boy?"
"OH! Um, I mean, I wasn't . . ."
"Of course you were. Now where was I? Oh, yes! She got me as naked as the day I was born and then just spent a few minutes looking me over. She even made me turn this way and that and pose for her so that she could see every last bit of me from every last angle. My heart literally sang when she finally pronounced that she was satisfied with me, that I would do. So do you want me to try to describe what I looked like naked?"
"Well, I . . ."
"You'll just have to use your imagination, Heather."
"Oh."
"Don't sound so disappointed. I suspect you've been doing exactly that for quite a little while now!"
"I didn't . . ."
"So, I'm standing there naked in the entrance of her home and she has judged me worthy of her. She didn't grab me again, though. She didn't even take off any of her clothes! Had she told me too, I would have been more than happy to rip every last bit of that leather off her, let me tell you. Instead, she ordered me to stay where I was and not move, then just walked away and abandoned me there. I could hear her rummaging around somewhere and wanted dearly to go after her, but forced myself to do as I was told. The last thing I wanted was for her to be displeased with me."
"Uh-huh."
"She was probably gone only a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. I needed to be with her desperately and every moment we were apart was making me ache with need. I had hoped that one of the things she was doing back there was getting undressed and I was ever so disappointed when she returned with all her clothes still on. Even so, having her close to me again had me up on Cloud Nine! She took hold of me again when she wanted to lead me away, but this time we didn't hold hands and she didn't have her arm around me. No, this time, she caught hold of the scruff of my neck and led me through the condo to the bedroom."
"Her bedroom!"
"My, don't you sound excited?! Rose gave me a shove that caught me entirely by surprise and I took a tumble onto her bed. Almost before I knew what was happening, she had taken each of my arms and attached them to the headboard with these incredible velvet-lined handcuffs that were already there waiting for me. I didn't even know they made things like that! I didn't resist her at all as she immobilized me, my excitement level shooting up even higher as I waited anxiously to see what she might have in store for me next."
"And what did she do, Shannon?"
"She spread my legs wide apart and I could literally feel her eyes as they moved over my most intimate area, taking in every last detail of my twat."
"And then she dove in and ate you out?!"
"No."
"No?! What do you mean, no?"
"Well, you see, swimsuit season is over and Tom hasn't been home much recently, so . . ."
"So, what?"
"Well, I hadn't been doing a lot of maintenance . . . down there."
"What do you mean? Maintenance?"
"Think about it, Heather."
". . . Oh! You mean, you hadn't been doing much . . . shaving . . . down there."
"Exactly."
". . ."
"You're imagining my hairy cunt right now, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. I mean, no, of course not, Shannon!"
"Uh-huh. In any case, Rose apparently prefers her women smooth as she decided that my bush just had to go. When she turned to the night stand beside us, I looked to see what was there and was startled to find some shaving supplies there - small scissors, bowl of warm water, shaving cream, wash cloth and even a strop razor!"
"Strop razor?"
"You know, those big razors you see the barbers shaving men's beards off with in those old movies. No modern little safety razor would do for this woman, oh no. It turned out that there was even a honing strap hanging off the bed's headboard!"
"Oh, my."
"She started with the scissors, however. Dipping her wash cloth into the bowl of water, she was careful to wet down my entire bush. The feel of that rough warm, wet cloth rubbing all over my most sensitive bits was nearly enough to send me into orbit, let me tell you. Then I watched as she used those scissors to trim away great swathes of my pubic hair, listened to their distinctive 'snict, snict' sound, and trembled every time I felt the cold metal touch my skin. I was completely at her mercy and knew all too well that it would be very painful for me if she made a mistake and cut the wrong thing, but she proved herself to be deft and expert at what she was doing."
"I wonder how many other women she's given haircuts to over the years . . ."
"I didn't know how skilled she was at the time though and so I held my breath anxiously every time her work brought her close to my pussy lips. That very danger was also keeping me poised right on the precipice of yet another huge orgasm however and it must have been terribly obvious to her what kind of an effect she was having on me. Hell, from where I was, I could see for myself my firm, hard nipples and my swollen cunt lips."
"Oooh . . ."
"By the time she was done she had gotten my hair all over her bedspread of course, but she didn't seem to mind. Once she had reduced my beard to mere stubble, she set aside the scissors and went for the shaving cream. Especially after everything else that had happened to me, it felt so intense to have this woman's strong fingers spreading the foam all over me down there that I just couldn't help myself and had another orgasm. She waited it out, reaching up with one hand to play with my super sensitive nipples to make sure it was a good, long one, then went right back to work. Breathless and dazed after that climax, I could only lie there helplessly and watch as she cleaned the soap from her hand with the cloth and then took up the razor. The sound of her dragging that blade back and forth over that honing strap filled the room and I knew it was getting sharper and sharper with each stroke. Knowing that I was not out of danger yet meant that I didn't really have a chance to fully come down off my orgasmic high and I stayed extremely aroused. Um, Heather . . ."
". . ."
"Heather?"
". . ."
"Heather, you look pretty steamed up, yourself! You're not about to come just from hearing this story, are you?"
"I hope not. I mean, of course not!"
"Sure. Well, Rose set aside the razor and got up from the bed then to slip off that leather jacket she had been wearing all this time. Things were getting kind of hot for her too, I guess. You know how some people have a tattoo of barbed wire going around their arm? Rose had a green vine, studded with thorns, and ending in the most beautiful bloom. As a rule, I'm not very into tattoos, but this one seemed to make this already outrageously sexy woman even hotter!"
"A tattoo of a rose with thorns. Yeah, that seems fitting."
"She returned to the bed then and went to work on me again, this time with that scary razor. Slowly, ever so slowly, she dragged it over my mound, the icy touch of the steel sending a shiver through me from head to toe. If it had been dangerous to let this woman near my cunt with a humble pair of scissors before, the risk was magnified many times now. One tiny mistake on her part was all it would take to slice me open - a fact I was very aware of. I wanted to keep as still as possible as she worked for fear of causing her to have a bloody accident, but I simply could not. As the razor blade was dragged slowly across my flesh, as I felt the hairs being sliced effortlessly away, I couldn't help but grab hold of the headboard with two clenched fists and squirm and writhe on her bed. Fortunately for me, she was even more professional in her use of the razor than she had been with the scissors and I escaped without so much as a nick. Still, the whole process left me right on the edge of the proverbial cliff and ready to fall into yet another huge orgasm."
"Another one?!"
"I know. I'd long since lost count of how many times I'd come already. And to think, I'd just arrived at her place! We were only just getting started!"
"Oh, God."
"Now that every last trace of hair was gone, she used the wash cloth one last time to wipe me clean of the last of the soap. The bedspread was even more messy now, but she still didn't seem to care. She praised me, told me I had done very well, and made a point of rubbing that rough cloth against the very erect clit that was poking out of the folds of my cunt. I gasped and cried out, I trembled and shook the headboard violently, but I managed to keep from coming this time. Until, that is, she bent down and pressed a kiss to my quivering clitoris. I screamed so loudly as I came that I wonder why her neighbors didn't call the cops! I twisted and shook so severely that I wonder how I managed to not tear apart her bed! It was the biggest, the wildest, the most powerful orgasm of my entire life."
"Man, Mark's never, ever been able to make me react like that."
"Tom hasn't been able to incite anything even remotely like this in me, either. And I suspect that he never will."
"I am so jealous of you right now."
"Rose left the bed again while I fought to catch my breath, tried to slow my pounding heart before it burst right through my chest, and I watched in wonder as she went down to stand at the foot of the bed. The light from the bathroom behind her lit up a sort of halo effect around her that was mesmerizing to me. She was like my very own angel."
"Fornication, lesbianism, adultery, D/S . . . If she's an angel, something tells me she's not one of God's. She seems to be into everything that my church has always told me was wicked and sinful."
"If you ask me, the church has it wrong then. There's no way anything that feels that good could possibly be bad."
"I'm not sure if your husband would agree with that. So what happened next?"
"She started stripping off her clothes. That silver studded belt came off first. She held it up to make sure I got a good look at it, then let it fall to the ground. The boots came off next, one and then the other. God, those things were just impossibly sexy. She loosened the laces that held her bustier together then, slipping it off and letting it drop to the carpet."
"Tell me about her breasts! What did they look like?"
"Magnificent. They were just as big and full as they had appeared when I first saw them back in that bar. They hardly had any sag to them at all and bounced and swung wonderfully with even the tiniest movement. They were peaked with huge potato shaped nipples, dark and almost the color of milk chocolate. Those were some mouth-watering boobs and I couldn't wait until I was allowed to have my way with them. Just the sight of them had me whimpering and crying for them like a hungry baby."
"Oh, I am so jealous of you right now."
"She peeled off those leather pants then and I got a good look at those long, smooth legs. I discovered at that point that she had another tattoo - a big long-stemmed rose complete with thorns decorated the side of her left thigh. Like I said, I don't think much of tattoos normally, but on her they just seemed just perfect. Like they belonged there, you know. This left her dressed in nothing but a pair of thong panties and she turned her back on me before bending to push them down. When she came back up, she had something in her hands that must have been lying on the floor down there at the foot of the bed all this time. I couldn't see what it was, but I guessed what it must be when she started fastening on this harness."
"Harness? You mean it was a . . ."
"You got it, Heather. A strap-on dildo! And when she turned to let me see how big it was, I think my heart stopped. It was huge, Heather! It was long and thick and looked like something that could never possibly fit inside me in a million years, but I knew that it would not be long before I was being fucked hard with it."
"Oh, my . . ."
"Once it was all secure on her, she came back to the bed, climbing up onto it and straddling me. That big fake dick had no lubrication yet and so she let it's shaft rest between my swollen cunt lips. She ran it back and forth a few times, bathing it's length in my freely flowing juices but not actually penetrating me."
"Oh, God . . ."
"Once the shaft was soaked and slippery, she scooted a little higher up my body, pulling my head up off the pillow and stuffing the dildo's fat head into my mouth to make it wet, too. I worked my lover's fake cock over better than I ever have my husband's real one and that's the truth. I wondered if she'd make me deep throat that dildo and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it. I was terrified that I might choke or gag or even throw up, but fortunately she never asked me to do anything more than work on the head. Even though she had not actually put the tip into me, I could still taste myself on it."
"Oh, shit . . ."
"She made her way back down my body then and I didn't wait for her to tell me to spread my legs as wide open as possible. She brought the slobbery tip of that huge dildo right to the entrance of my boiling twat and drove it right in. I mean, there was no gentle and careful working it in like my Tom would have done. Oh, no. She just shoved the full length of that thing all the way into me in a heartbeat, making me arch my back and shriek from the unimaginable pleasure."
"Ahhh . . ."
"She had absolutely no mercy on me, Heather. She fucked me hard and deep over and over and I came so much that I was left absolutely delirious. I swear to you that I never even imagined that it was possible to feel such ecstacy! Heather?"
"Ah . . . oh . . ."
"Heather?!"
"OH, SWEET, JESUS!!!"
"Oh, my God!"
"I can't believe it! You just came! Heather, you just had an orgasm just from listening to how I was used and abused by a sexy dominatrix! I can't believe it. I mean, I knew you were getting off on the story, but I had no idea it was having this strong an effect on you!"
". . . Shannon? I think we need to leave here now . . ."
"But there's so much more to this story, Heather. Don't you want to hear about the rest of the things Rose did to me last night? Trust me, some of it is even wilder than anything I've told you about so far."
"Shannon . . ."
"My, God, the things she did to me. Things that I thought would have stunned and horrified you, but now I see would only please and excite you. She kept me up all night, you know?"
"Let's go, Shannon."
"But Heather . . ."
"Shannon!"
"What?!"
"Let's go back to my place, okay? I think I could really use your help right now. It seems to me that I could use a little . . . maintenance . . . down there, too."
"Do what? Maintenance? Oh, my, God! You mean you want to take me back to your place so . . . I mean, you want to . . . with me? You want to . . . do that . . . with me?!"
"Yes, I do. I can't tell you how badly I want to. Can we go?"
"Shannon?"
". . . yes, we can. Let's hurry!"
The two women rose to their feet and made a rush for the door, one with a soaking wet stain on the crotch of her jeans and the other with the slightly awkward gait of someone whose cunt had been put to a lot of work very recently.
"Man, I wish I could have that kind of power over someone. Even if it was just for one day!"
"You'd like to spend some time dominating Mark, huh?"
"Who?"
"Mark. Your boyfriend."
"Oh, Mark! Oh, yes! That's who I was thinking about. Mark. Of course, I mean who else could I have possibly been thinking about."
"I'm sure I have no idea. No idea at all. So anyway, Rose took me by the hand and started to lead me towards the exit and the parking lot. Well, you'll never believe this, but that's exactly the moment when I start to regain my grip on reality. I don't know, maybe it was because I could suddenly feel my wedding ring pressing against my fingers when she gave my hand a little squeeze."
"Yep. That could probably do it."
"All of a sudden the full weight of what I was about to do landed on me. I have a good marriage and a happy home! Why would I want to put everything I have at risk just because this woman wanted to get laid tonight? I mean, like you said before, I'm not even a lesbian!"
"Exactly!"
"But when I looked at her, I could feel my resistance slipping away. I can't imagine how she suddenly got so much power over me, but I knew that all she had to do was give me a wink and I would still put out for her even then. I knew my only recourse was to get away from her and fast."
"So . . ."
"So, I jerked my hand out of her's and made a dash for the door. Once I was out in the parking lot and a little ways from the building, I slowed it down to a very fast walk. She wasn't a rapist, I reasoned. Surely she would get the message that I wasn't interested anymore and not come chasing after me."
"Besides which, I can't imagine how anybody could run in those high heeled boots you were describing."
"Right! But just as I was passing between this beat up old truck and one of those big, ugly conversion vans, she was suddenly there! I was breathing so heavily, my heart was pounding so hard over my narrow escape . . ."
". . . and the opportunity you had just squandered . . ."
". . . that I never even heard her coming. She grabs me by the wrist, swings me around, and shoves me hard up against the side of that big van. I was caught so off guard by her sudden appearance, I was so stunned to suddenly find myself crashing into that van, that I swear to you that I didn't know which way was up for a few moments. And that was all the time Rose needed."
"For what? What did she do?"
". . . she ravished me."
"Ravished?"
"She sort of had her body pressed up against mine so that I was pinned there. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue going right down my throat. One of her hands found my tit again and held on to it tightly, but her other hand lost no time in finding it's way down the front of my slacks and right into my panties."
"She fingered you!? Right there in a public parking lot?! Oh, my God! How on earth did you react to that?"
"By having the biggest orgasm of my entire life."
"Oh, my, God."
"Yeah."
"I'm your best friend, I've known you forever, and yet I never would have guessed you'd have been even a little into exhibitionism. It's obvious you had a good time though. Look at you, your face is all flushed, your breathing hard . . ."
"Well so are you, Heather. And talk about the high beams! No, it's no use getting all embarrassed and trying to cover them up now - I've already seen them. Maybe I shouldn't finish this story if it's having that strong an effect on you."
"No, no. I'm dying to hear what happened after you got fucked in front of the whole world."
"It wasn't like that exactly. Remember that Rose and I were in between those two big vehicles. I managed to have a look around in the aftermath. We were sort of, but not entirely out of sight in there from the road and the bar both. If someone was going to watch us, they would have to get themselves in just the right place."
"And considering the show you two put on at that table in the bar, I'll bet those people were climbing all over each other in front of the windows, trying to find the best view of the show you two were putting on."
Yeah, probably. It's so humiliating to think of all of those people watching as that woman had her way with me. But . . ."
"But?"
"But it's also kind of . . . hot."
"Adultery, lesbianism, submissiveness, exhibitionism . . . Is there no end to the surprises you have for me today? So what happened then?"
"Well, now that she was confident that she had full control over me again, Rose took me by the hand again and led me away. I figured that I would get into my car, she would get into her's, and I would follow her back to her place. It was not to be, though. When we arrived at the side of my car, I tried to stop but she just pulled me right on by it. That's when I realized that she wanted me to ride back to her place with her."
"Probably she was afraid that if she let you spend a little time alone in your car, you'd start thinking about Tom again and run off."
"Maybe."
"Or, perhaps she just wanted to fuck you in her car, too. Oh, quit blushing, Shannon! If you're happy to get fingered in front of who knows how many people in a parking lot, I can't imagine you would be shy about doing it in the back seat of some car. So, what did this outrageously sexy lawyer drive, anyway? Some high powered little sports car?"
"Nope."
"No? Well, I'm not buying that the conversion van belonged to her. What did she drive then?"
"A motorcycle!"
"What?!"
"Honest to God, Heather, she led me straight to this huge, powerful looking motorcycle. It had a huge engine, those long front forks, lots of gleaming chrome . . ."
"So, she wasn't a member of a biker gang, but she was still a biker chick."
"I guess so. Let me tell you, Heather, that riding that beast was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my entire life. You wouldn't believe what it feels like to have something so powerful vibrating between your legs. I think I had another orgasm just from riding behind her!"
"It does sound exciting, but I'm not sure I would have had the nerve to ever get on one of those things, especially as a passenger. I'd be terrified of falling off!"
"It was a little scary - I don't deny that. The fear only added to my excitement though. Besides, riding behind her like that gave me the opportunity to press myself right up against her from behind. I wrapped my arms around her middle good and tight, laid my head on her back, and kept my eyes squeezed shut for the whole ride. It was terrifying, yes, but it also had me more aroused and ready to go than ever!"
"And did you try anything on that wild ride?"
"Well . . . yeah. I mean, considering that I was pressed into her so tightly, my nose was filled with a heady mixture of aromas from leather to sweat to perfume, and there were so many good vibrations coming from down below, not to mention the exhilaration of that terrifying ride, I just could not resist."
"Come on, then. Spill! What did you do?"
"When we stopped at this intersection stop light and I felt a bit more secure in loosening the veritable death grip I had on her, I sort of let one hand stray down between her legs."
"Wow! And how did the dominatrix react to that?"
"She pulled my hand right out of there and put it back where it had come from. Then Rose reached back, gave me a stinging slap on the thigh, and told me that I would have to wait for that sort of thing until we got back to her place."
"Kind of like a strict teacher rapping a misbehaving child's knuckles with a ruler!"
"Uh, yeah, if you say so."
"And what did you do?"
"I . . . kept my hands to myself from then on and waited impatiently for us to reach her place."
"Man, you really did turn into this woman's lapdog, didn't you?"
"You just don't understand, Heather. She was so strong, so confident, so . . . powerful. I can't imagine how anyone could possibly deny her anything."
"So you got back to her place and . . ."
"It turned out that she lived in this very nice condo over on the ritzy side of town. Believe me, it was a world apart from my humble little suburb. She parked at the curb, helped me down off her motorcycle, then slipped her arm around me and led me inside."
"And . . .!?"
"My, goodness, you are into this story, aren't you? I thought you would listen to my unfortunate misadventure and give me a few words of comfort or advice, but really you're just getting off on the dirty story, aren't you?"
"Well . . . I mean . . . uh . . . that is . . ."
"I mean, I was planning on sparing you all the gory details about what happened at her place . . ."
"NO! Um, I mean you've already told me so much . . ."
"Oh my, God! You actually do want to hear every last detail about how your best friend got fucked to within an inch of her life by some uber dom attorney!"
". . . well, you can't just come this far and leave me hanging, you know. Right?"
"Very well then. If all you're really interested in right now is hearing the climax of this sex story, then I won't disappoint you, you perv!"
"Um . . ."
"As soon as we were inside her condo and she had closed the door behind us, she made me strip down to my birthday suit. She told me I wouldn't be allowed to wear clothes under her roof and so right there in the entranceway, without a second thought, I pulled off every last stitch of clothing I had on. From my blouse and slacks to my bra and panties to my socks and shoes and even my wristwatch - it all ended up in a heap at our feet. The only thing that I was allowed to keep on was my wedding ring. I was left standing there buck naked on the cool linoleum tile, shivering a little from the air conditioning and shivering a lot from the critical way she was studying me. In that moment, I craved her approval even more than I ever have chocolate. God I hoped she liked what she saw."
"I'll bet I would have . . ."
"Hmm? What was that?"
"Oh, nothing."
"I'll just bet. And Heather? My eyes are up here. Would you quit staring at my tits like some hormone addled teenaged boy?"
"OH! Um, I mean, I wasn't . . ."
"Of course you were. Now where was I? Oh, yes! She got me as naked as the day I was born and then just spent a few minutes looking me over. She even made me turn this way and that and pose for her so that she could see every last bit of me from every last angle. My heart literally sang when she finally pronounced that she was satisfied with me, that I would do. So do you want me to try to describe what I looked like naked?"
"Well, I . . ."
"You'll just have to use your imagination, Heather."
"Oh."
"Don't sound so disappointed. I suspect you've been doing exactly that for quite a little while now!"
"I didn't . . ."
"So, I'm standing there naked in the entrance of her home and she has judged me worthy of her. She didn't grab me again, though. She didn't even take off any of her clothes! Had she told me too, I would have been more than happy to rip every last bit of that leather off her, let me tell you. Instead, she ordered me to stay where I was and not move, then just walked away and abandoned me there. I could hear her rummaging around somewhere and wanted dearly to go after her, but forced myself to do as I was told. The last thing I wanted was for her to be displeased with me."
"Uh-huh."
"She was probably gone only a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. I needed to be with her desperately and every moment we were apart was making me ache with need. I had hoped that one of the things she was doing back there was getting undressed and I was ever so disappointed when she returned with all her clothes still on. Even so, having her close to me again had me up on Cloud Nine! She took hold of me again when she wanted to lead me away, but this time we didn't hold hands and she didn't have her arm around me. No, this time, she caught hold of the scruff of my neck and led me through the condo to the bedroom."
"Her bedroom!"
"My, don't you sound excited?! Rose gave me a shove that caught me entirely by surprise and I took a tumble onto her bed. Almost before I knew what was happening, she had taken each of my arms and attached them to the headboard with these incredible velvet-lined handcuffs that were already there waiting for me. I didn't even know they made things like that! I didn't resist her at all as she immobilized me, my excitement level shooting up even higher as I waited anxiously to see what she might have in store for me next."
"And what did she do, Shannon?"
"She spread my legs wide apart and I could literally feel her eyes as they moved over my most intimate area, taking in every last detail of my twat."
"And then she dove in and ate you out?!"
"No."
"No?! What do you mean, no?"
"Well, you see, swimsuit season is over and Tom hasn't been home much recently, so . . ."
"So, what?"
"Well, I hadn't been doing a lot of maintenance . . . down there."
"What do you mean? Maintenance?"
"Think about it, Heather."
". . . Oh! You mean, you hadn't been doing much . . . shaving . . . down there."
"Exactly."
". . ."
"You're imagining my hairy cunt right now, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. I mean, no, of course not, Shannon!"
"Uh-huh. In any case, Rose apparently prefers her women smooth as she decided that my bush just had to go. When she turned to the night stand beside us, I looked to see what was there and was startled to find some shaving supplies there - small scissors, bowl of warm water, shaving cream, wash cloth and even a strop razor!"
"Strop razor?"
"You know, those big razors you see the barbers shaving men's beards off with in those old movies. No modern little safety razor would do for this woman, oh no. It turned out that there was even a honing strap hanging off the bed's headboard!"
"Oh, my."
"She started with the scissors, however. Dipping her wash cloth into the bowl of water, she was careful to wet down my entire bush. The feel of that rough warm, wet cloth rubbing all over my most sensitive bits was nearly enough to send me into orbit, let me tell you. Then I watched as she used those scissors to trim away great swathes of my pubic hair, listened to their distinctive 'snict, snict' sound, and trembled every time I felt the cold metal touch my skin. I was completely at her mercy and knew all too well that it would be very painful for me if she made a mistake and cut the wrong thing, but she proved herself to be deft and expert at what she was doing."
"I wonder how many other women she's given haircuts to over the years . . ."
"I didn't know how skilled she was at the time though and so I held my breath anxiously every time her work brought her close to my pussy lips. That very danger was also keeping me poised right on the precipice of yet another huge orgasm however and it must have been terribly obvious to her what kind of an effect she was having on me. Hell, from where I was, I could see for myself my firm, hard nipples and my swollen cunt lips."
"Oooh . . ."
"By the time she was done she had gotten my hair all over her bedspread of course, but she didn't seem to mind. Once she had reduced my beard to mere stubble, she set aside the scissors and went for the shaving cream. Especially after everything else that had happened to me, it felt so intense to have this woman's strong fingers spreading the foam all over me down there that I just couldn't help myself and had another orgasm. She waited it out, reaching up with one hand to play with my super sensitive nipples to make sure it was a good, long one, then went right back to work. Breathless and dazed after that climax, I could only lie there helplessly and watch as she cleaned the soap from her hand with the cloth and then took up the razor. The sound of her dragging that blade back and forth over that honing strap filled the room and I knew it was getting sharper and sharper with each stroke. Knowing that I was not out of danger yet meant that I didn't really have a chance to fully come down off my orgasmic high and I stayed extremely aroused. Um, Heather . . ."
". . ."
"Heather?"
". . ."
"Heather, you look pretty steamed up, yourself! You're not about to come just from hearing this story, are you?"
"I hope not. I mean, of course not!"
"Sure. Well, Rose set aside the razor and got up from the bed then to slip off that leather jacket she had been wearing all this time. Things were getting kind of hot for her too, I guess. You know how some people have a tattoo of barbed wire going around their arm? Rose had a green vine, studded with thorns, and ending in the most beautiful bloom. As a rule, I'm not very into tattoos, but this one seemed to make this already outrageously sexy woman even hotter!"
"A tattoo of a rose with thorns. Yeah, that seems fitting."
"She returned to the bed then and went to work on me again, this time with that scary razor. Slowly, ever so slowly, she dragged it over my mound, the icy touch of the steel sending a shiver through me from head to toe. If it had been dangerous to let this woman near my cunt with a humble pair of scissors before, the risk was magnified many times now. One tiny mistake on her part was all it would take to slice me open - a fact I was very aware of. I wanted to keep as still as possible as she worked for fear of causing her to have a bloody accident, but I simply could not. As the razor blade was dragged slowly across my flesh, as I felt the hairs being sliced effortlessly away, I couldn't help but grab hold of the headboard with two clenched fists and squirm and writhe on her bed. Fortunately for me, she was even more professional in her use of the razor than she had been with the scissors and I escaped without so much as a nick. Still, the whole process left me right on the edge of the proverbial cliff and ready to fall into yet another huge orgasm."
"Another one?!"
"I know. I'd long since lost count of how many times I'd come already. And to think, I'd just arrived at her place! We were only just getting started!"
"Oh, God."
"Now that every last trace of hair was gone, she used the wash cloth one last time to wipe me clean of the last of the soap. The bedspread was even more messy now, but she still didn't seem to care. She praised me, told me I had done very well, and made a point of rubbing that rough cloth against the very erect clit that was poking out of the folds of my cunt. I gasped and cried out, I trembled and shook the headboard violently, but I managed to keep from coming this time. Until, that is, she bent down and pressed a kiss to my quivering clitoris. I screamed so loudly as I came that I wonder why her neighbors didn't call the cops! I twisted and shook so severely that I wonder how I managed to not tear apart her bed! It was the biggest, the wildest, the most powerful orgasm of my entire life."
"Man, Mark's never, ever been able to make me react like that."
"Tom hasn't been able to incite anything even remotely like this in me, either. And I suspect that he never will."
"I am so jealous of you right now."
"Rose left the bed again while I fought to catch my breath, tried to slow my pounding heart before it burst right through my chest, and I watched in wonder as she went down to stand at the foot of the bed. The light from the bathroom behind her lit up a sort of halo effect around her that was mesmerizing to me. She was like my very own angel."
"Fornication, lesbianism, adultery, D/S . . . If she's an angel, something tells me she's not one of God's. She seems to be into everything that my church has always told me was wicked and sinful."
"If you ask me, the church has it wrong then. There's no way anything that feels that good could possibly be bad."
"I'm not sure if your husband would agree with that. So what happened next?"
"She started stripping off her clothes. That silver studded belt came off first. She held it up to make sure I got a good look at it, then let it fall to the ground. The boots came off next, one and then the other. God, those things were just impossibly sexy. She loosened the laces that held her bustier together then, slipping it off and letting it drop to the carpet."
"Tell me about her breasts! What did they look like?"
"Magnificent. They were just as big and full as they had appeared when I first saw them back in that bar. They hardly had any sag to them at all and bounced and swung wonderfully with even the tiniest movement. They were peaked with huge potato shaped nipples, dark and almost the color of milk chocolate. Those were some mouth-watering boobs and I couldn't wait until I was allowed to have my way with them. Just the sight of them had me whimpering and crying for them like a hungry baby."
"Oh, I am so jealous of you right now."
"She peeled off those leather pants then and I got a good look at those long, smooth legs. I discovered at that point that she had another tattoo - a big long-stemmed rose complete with thorns decorated the side of her left thigh. Like I said, I don't think much of tattoos normally, but on her they just seemed just perfect. Like they belonged there, you know. This left her dressed in nothing but a pair of thong panties and she turned her back on me before bending to push them down. When she came back up, she had something in her hands that must have been lying on the floor down there at the foot of the bed all this time. I couldn't see what it was, but I guessed what it must be when she started fastening on this harness."
"Harness? You mean it was a . . ."
"You got it, Heather. A strap-on dildo! And when she turned to let me see how big it was, I think my heart stopped. It was huge, Heather! It was long and thick and looked like something that could never possibly fit inside me in a million years, but I knew that it would not be long before I was being fucked hard with it."
"Oh, my . . ."
"Once it was all secure on her, she came back to the bed, climbing up onto it and straddling me. That big fake dick had no lubrication yet and so she let it's shaft rest between my swollen cunt lips. She ran it back and forth a few times, bathing it's length in my freely flowing juices but not actually penetrating me."
"Oh, God . . ."
"Once the shaft was soaked and slippery, she scooted a little higher up my body, pulling my head up off the pillow and stuffing the dildo's fat head into my mouth to make it wet, too. I worked my lover's fake cock over better than I ever have my husband's real one and that's the truth. I wondered if she'd make me deep throat that dildo and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it. I was terrified that I might choke or gag or even throw up, but fortunately she never asked me to do anything more than work on the head. Even though she had not actually put the tip into me, I could still taste myself on it."
"Oh, shit . . ."
"She made her way back down my body then and I didn't wait for her to tell me to spread my legs as wide open as possible. She brought the slobbery tip of that huge dildo right to the entrance of my boiling twat and drove it right in. I mean, there was no gentle and careful working it in like my Tom would have done. Oh, no. She just shoved the full length of that thing all the way into me in a heartbeat, making me arch my back and shriek from the unimaginable pleasure."
"Ahhh . . ."
"She had absolutely no mercy on me, Heather. She fucked me hard and deep over and over and I came so much that I was left absolutely delirious. I swear to you that I never even imagined that it was possible to feel such ecstacy! Heather?"
"Ah . . . oh . . ."
"Heather?!"
"OH, SWEET, JESUS!!!"
"Oh, my God!"
"I can't believe it! You just came! Heather, you just had an orgasm just from listening to how I was used and abused by a sexy dominatrix! I can't believe it. I mean, I knew you were getting off on the story, but I had no idea it was having this strong an effect on you!"
". . . Shannon? I think we need to leave here now . . ."
"But there's so much more to this story, Heather. Don't you want to hear about the rest of the things Rose did to me last night? Trust me, some of it is even wilder than anything I've told you about so far."
"Shannon . . ."
"My, God, the things she did to me. Things that I thought would have stunned and horrified you, but now I see would only please and excite you. She kept me up all night, you know?"
"Let's go, Shannon."
"But Heather . . ."
"Shannon!"
"What?!"
"Let's go back to my place, okay? I think I could really use your help right now. It seems to me that I could use a little . . . maintenance . . . down there, too."
"Do what? Maintenance? Oh, my, God! You mean you want to take me back to your place so . . . I mean, you want to . . . with me? You want to . . . do that . . . with me?!"
"Yes, I do. I can't tell you how badly I want to. Can we go?"
"Shannon?"
". . . yes, we can. Let's hurry!"
The two women rose to their feet and made a rush for the door, one with a soaking wet stain on the crotch of her jeans and the other with the slightly awkward gait of someone whose cunt had been put to a lot of work very recently.
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