Let me first say that I had never, ever had a desire to do 'the pain thing' when it comes to sexual encounters. Let me also say that I, we, have played around with 'light bondage', but nothing more than that. What follows is factual, as all my stories have been, but I can't explain my reaction to the following encounter...
If you've read my other tales, you might remember that I had a fling with the woman slated to be my replacement at my old job. Her name is Peg, and she's a lesbian, pure and simple, no bisexuality about it, like I am. Though, I can say that it wouldn't be a stretch for me to become a full-time soldier in the Sapphic Wars.
But, I digress...
As I traveled back and forth between my new home and my old job, I had some sexual fun, at times, and,at times, with Peg, after that first time. She wasn't pushy about it and we didn't always 'hook up' on my trips, but once in a while...
Finishing up after a mid-week meeting with junior-level managers, Peg and I were clearing our respective desks of tasks that were done. Calling out to me from her office next to mine, she asked if I had any plans for dinner or drinks that night.
"Nope, but I'm always ready to listen to suggestions," I replied, tired of eating alone and all that.
"Hang on a minute, let me make a call," she called back to me.
Walking into my office after she had hung up her phone, she had a wicked little smile on her face.
"Good news," she stated as she leaned against my opened office door, "remember that I told you that I'd like you to meet my little coed playmate?"
"Yep," I replied, my eyes now searching her face for clues.
"That was her I was on the phone with and she's free this evening, if you're interested in some fun and games," her smile spreading even more so, now.
"Why, she is?" I questioned back.
"She's whatever I tell her she is," was Peg's response, her smile, more devilish, now.
Looking around the office to make sure that we were, indeed, alone, I looked back at Peg, lowered my voice a bit and said, "So, you're telling me that you have your own, private, fuck-slave, one that'll fuck whoever you tell her to?" laughing after I said it.
"Pretty much," Peg replied, adding, "Honey, if I told her to fuck a dog, she would."
"Well, let's not disappoint her," I answered as I got up from my desk.
I'll be honest...
From the moment that our conversation took a sexual tone, I felt a growing warmth in my crotch, one I couldn't ignore. It wasn't like I was sex-starved or anything like that. My weekends at home with Hubby was very sex-filled, sometimes with others, most times, with ourselves.
But on my trips, alone, I have to say that my 'evil twin' would show up more and more...my other self seems to really 'get off' on these forays I had without Hubby.
Yeah, I know what it sounds like, but, believe me when I tell you that Hubby would be the first to understand that salacious fact.
Love you, baby...
So, Peg and I left the office, me following her in my rental, stopping for a quick, light, snack and then, on to her house in a very old, quiet, neighborhood, one filled with speading trees and leaves fluttering in the Fall.
That's right, look a bit harder at your neighbor, you just never know...
There was a car parked on the street, in front of Peg's home, so I followed Peg's car into the driveway, parking it behind hers.
"She didn't waste any time," Peg said as she walked up to me.
"You leave your house unlocked?" I asked, a bit concerned, if she did.
"No, of course not...she has her own key," Peg replied with that cute, wicked smile.
"Her name is Bethany, but you may call her 'Slut'", I was informed when Peg introduced us.
"How 'bout I just use Beth?" I replied.
"How 'bout that, Slut, can my friend 'just use' you?" Peg asked as her hand reached out to stroke Beth's long auburn tresses, slow, loving strokes which belied Peg's harsh tones when she spoke to Beth.
Peg has some serious 'feelings' about this girl, I thought to myself, in that instant.
"Yes, yes she can, and I hope she does," Beth's husky voice replied.
Beth...
Beth is a 'regular-looking' young woman. Cute, not beautiful, well built and toned, not 'stacked', but with a look in her eyes that left most people, after meeting her for the first time, walking away wondering what 'it' was about that girl?
She stood no more than five-five to my five-eight, clear, lightly-freckled skin that clearly told of her Scotch-Irish bloodlines. Her lips were just 'short' of 'full'-you know what I mean?-void of lipstick, just a bit of gloss on them. Her breasts-I had 'quckly' assessed tham at a full B or light C cup-had very suckable nipples that were thick, more than long. Her crotch was shaved, as it turned out, her 'little man' quite predominant on her mons.
In short, a very lovely little package of femininity of nineteen years of age.
Yes, I asked...lucky little bitch didn't look older than mid-teens, lol. Some broads catch all the right genes, ya' know?
"Is your room ready?" Peg asked as she dropped her hand from Beth's hair down to her breasts, obviously bra-less under the sheer, see-through, blouse, and began softly caressing them, fondling them.
"Yes, just as you asked," Beth replied and after she had done so, she reached for my hand, grasping it and bringing it up to her chest, over her other breast.
The whole scene was surreal, almost as if I was having an out-of-body experience. I stood,watching the silent exchange of energy between Peg and Beth, all the while, fondling Beth's breast. I was doing it, but I wasn't, you know what I mean?
As my hand cupped, caressed,and squeezed Beth's tit, I felt the first signs of wetness in my panties, felt the first palpatations in my chest. Leaning down towards her, my other hand found Beth's firm, young ass, just as her lips tipped upwards to meet mine.
Her 'almost-full' lips parted to accept my tongue that was snaking from my mouth into hers. Her body turned towards mine, her arms gripping me tightly as her mouth opened wider and wider in our kiss.
Slipping my hand under her skirt-waist, into the back of her panties, I slid my palm across her firm ass, my middle finger, sliding down the crack of her ass. She tipped her ass and hips higher when my finger brushed across her asshole, her cheeks, seemingly, parting in an invitation. Probing gently, I slipped my finger into her asshole; my tongue getting sucked deeper into her mouth, was her response.
We slightly stumbled our way to the kitchen counter, my back leaning against it for support, continuing to fondle and kiss as we did so. Raising a leg to wrap around my thigh, Beth stood on her tiptoe, allowing me to fully penetrate her with my, now, fucking-finger. Rubbing her pussy against me as I fingered her ass, Beth stifled a small cry when she climaxed, her body shaking slightly as she did.
"That was very naughty of you, Slut," Peg said as she gently pulled Beth from my embrace. I stood with my arms behind me for support, gasping to regain my breathing, my panties now soaked with my juices, my clit, hard and wanting more.
"Go to your room, get ready to serve us, you little bitch," Peg said to Beth.
Turning, Beth left us and walked down the hallway, to the back of the house. Turning to her sink, I washed and rinsed my hands, especially my fuck-finger, and dried them on Peg's dishcloth. Turning around, I almost bumped my head into Peg's, she was standing that close to me.
