Pracise Pussy

One

I'm not much of a party girl. Oh, It's not that I don't go , I always do when invited, and I make an effort; that night I had a new, shortish dress showing some cleavage (I have fairly big, well-shaped breasts which I'm proud of and like to emphasise.) I'd also taken great care with my make-up and had selected a pair of red four-inch heels which went well with my party dress. I was quite pleased with the overall effect, sexy but not tarty. I'd spoken to lots of friends; I'd danced a little, but after two hours or so I was getting bored. I don't drink a lot so I wasn't getting into the party mood as much as some others there.

I was alone because there's no-one special in my life right now...well, that's not quite true. It's just that I don't any more figure in the life of my special person. Well, that's not entirely accurate either. Chloe is my special one. She was at that party; I'd seen her earlier sucking the face off some other girl. I'd felt a jolt of jealously, but there wasn't much I could do so I found another room.

Our romance had been whirlwind. Chloe had seduced me one afternoon after we'd met in a bookshop. Inviting herself back to my flat "to discuss the books we'd just bought" I'd seen more than that in her eyes, but as she is devastatingly beautiful with a heart-shaped face, deep brown eyes that can see your clothes off you, a perfect pair of plump lips, whiter-than-white teeth and a thunderously sexy, undulating body, I'd decided to let things take their course. That meant that she'd had my clothes off me, my legs spread and her tongue up my vagina less than ten minutes after entering my flat. She didn't remove her own clothes until she'd given me a long and intense orgasm, better than any I'd ever had before. Once I'd recovered a little from that she began a very elaborate 'foreplay' spending a long time massaging and sucking my breasts, until I thought my nipples might actually shoot off, they were so hard. Having aroused me again, she lifted my legs up and apart, so my cunt was fully exposed and manoeuvring herself into position gave me the very best cunt-to-cunt fucking I'd ever had. She banged away at me until we both climaxed explosively.

I thought that she might leave straight away, as the afternoon had all the appearances of a hook-up, but to my surprise and pleasure she stayed and we talked. And we talked and talked until long into the night before another much gentler mutual masturbation which sent us both off to sleep in each others' arms very nicely.

The next day continued in the same way, sex, talk, shower, eat, sex, more sex, more talk etc. By the end of that week, she was virtually living with me. I adored her and she said she loved me. Our affair continued, with Chloe mostly taking control of our sex life. I was happy to let her take charge; I was having much better experience s than I'd ever had before. One night we'd just got into bed when Chloe produced a couple of silk scarves.

She said, "Do you trust me darling?"

What could I say but "Of course"?

Instantly she tied my wrists to the bed. My heart rate increased about 100%, my nipples shot off, bounced off the ceiling and smashed a window. (Well, obviously they didn't actually do that, but it felt like they might) and there was more moisture flowing around my cunt than the Amazon produces in a day (well, not really...Oh, you get the idea!). Chloe looked at me triumphantly and proceeded to give me a thorough working over as I writhed and twisted. She kissed , licked, caressed and stroked every inch of me even turning me over to cover every inch of me. I had multiple, deep orgasms.

Afterwards when she'd untied me she whispered, "How was that?"

"Ummm...intense!" was all I could say.

"Ok," said Chloe, "I'll take that as approval."

I became fairly used to being tied up by Chloe; her seduction techniques were quite aggressive and I was coming to terms with my own role as a mild submissive. Not that all our sex was like that, there was plenty of gentle, loving coupling too.

A week or so later, she tied me up again, tying my ankles as well, so I was spreadeagled for her. I didn't think it was possible to be aroused more than I already had been but as she kissed me and slipped a gag into my mouth and said, "You can't say 'no' now can you? You're completely at my mercy." I thought I might faint. Then she added a blindfold. I strained against the bonds, yelling "No, let me go" incoherently into the gag, but she ignored my cries saying "Trust me, darling! I won't hurt you." I made the decision to do so, forcing myself to relax.

After a lot of kissing and nibbling my ear as she repeatedly said things like, "You're all mine, now. I can do anything I like." I felt something on my cunt. It wasn't a finger, a hand or even a tongue. But it was causing me to nearly break my wrists and ankles pulling at the restraints as I screamed into the gag. The sensation is almost impossible to describe. There was the lightest of touches on my labia and my clitoris, but it was so persistent that my arousal grew until I was very near a climax. But Chloe, being the dominant bitch that she is, stopped whatever it was she was doing and whispered, "Not yet, darling, only when I want you to."

I don't know how long she kept me in that state. It seemed like forever, until she finally let me have my orgasm. I believe several houses fell down in the next street, when I finally came.

"What was that?" I asked breathlessly when she removed the gag and blindfold.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" was all she would say.

Then she looked at me with the triumphant smile she always wore when she'd dominated me like that and said,

"I think it's only fair now, that..."

"What?" I said.

"..that you eat me out and I come on your face, sweetie. I'm horny as hell."

She slowly straddled me, moved up towards my head, rubbing her cunt on my still-hard nipples as she did, until she was pressing her sopping wet vulva against my face. I began licking. It didn't take very long before I felt a cascade of liquid. I sucked up as much as I could. She climbed off, lay beside me and kissed me.

"Hmm, I taste good, don't I?", she said kissing and licking her fluids off my face.

"You taste delicious!" I answered throatily, my jaw aching.

"Ok, you won't mind doing that again, then!"

She straddled me again. I had to take it slower, my jaw and tongue were aching so much, but I tried to be as thorough as I could, giving her vulva long, slow licks, and nibbling her clit, which was rigid. I managed to make her come again, whereupon she climbed out of bed and went off for a shower, leaving me still spreadeagled on the bed. It was only when she came back that she untied me, kissed me and said,

"Love you, darling, you're the best!" We slept in each others' arms.

In the morning, she woke me up and said rather peremptorily, "Go and make some tea, darling. Then I'll fuck you until you scream."

I was inclined to refuse, thinking "I'm not your servant" but my hormones had other ideas; if making tea was the price for a good Chloe-fucking then so be it. I climbed out of bed and reached for my dressing-gown.

"Oh no, darling. Don't cover up. I want to look at you."

So, stark naked, I went and made tea for us. We drank it in silence, Chloe looking me over quite lasciviously as I returned to the bed. I'm not naturally a morning sex type of person, but if Chloe wanted me I was hers at any time. She put down her cup, took mine, put it on the nightstand and then took me. She was in a fairly aggressive mood. I discovered that while I was making the tea, she'd taken a strap-on out of her nightstand. Getting out of bed, the better to dominate me, she put it on slowly, watching me. I was breathing heavily; my pulse was racing and once again my nipples exploded off my breasts like rockets.

"I'm going to push this in as far as it will go", she said as she attached the biggest dildo she had, "Then I'm going to bang you like you've never been banged before."

"Please, don't hurt me!" I wailed feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

"You must trust me, darling. Have I ever hurt you?"

To be truthful, she'd never physically hurt me, at least, not any more than you'd expect in robust sex. I'd never felt like complaining, anyway. But she'd never previously used the phrase 'bang you like you've never been banged before'.

Very slowly, she eased my legs up until my thighs were up by my ears. Then she eased them apart and knelt in front of me , showing off the huge-looking dildo. There was no need of artificial lubrication, I was sopping wet. I gasped as the head of the dildo pressed against my vaginal opening. As she pushed forward on it I arched my back and yelped as my cunt was stretched. All the time Chloe's eyes were holding mine. I knew she could see my arousal. With another couple of presses, she was fully inserted. It felt like I had a baseball bat up my cunt.

"Here we go, sweetheart,"

She began thrusting in earnest. I began making guttural animal noises as I tried to spread my legs even wider to ease the pressure. Chloe was relentless. She didn't alter her rhythm even when I begged her to slow down. But she didn't actually hurt me. Well, a little perhaps, but she had promised me an experience I'd never had before. That was certainly true. When I came it was a momentous orgasm. I lost all awareness for a few seconds of anything but the sensations shooting outwards from my cunt. I vaguely remember juddering and screaming as Chloe said, "There you go, darling. Didn't I tell you?"

I don't remember Chloe getting out of bed. The next thing I knew she was fully dressed and kissing me goodbye. I slept for a while, showered and went to work an hour late. Luckily I have a good work record. I made up some excuse about a water leak.

Chloe's domination increased from then on. She sometimes made me clean the flat, do the washing and ironing, do the dishes etc. all naked. I was constantly aroused. Perhaps cunstantly is a better word. These times always ended in robust sex.

I must point out here that the dom-sub sex wasn't the whole of our relationship. She didn't dominate in everything. I ate what I liked (and usually Chloe ate that too); wore what I liked (though we discussed our wardrobes and make-up as all girls do. Chloe did insist on skimpy underwear for me, though. I didn't mind that. It made me feel sexy.) and my finances were my own, we weren't at the stage of joint finances yet. I was in heaven for the next couple of months. Having her with me was fun and exciting. My horizons were very extensively broadened in all ways, not just sexually. I was becoming a more rounded person. I couldn't have been happier. I thought she was happy too, but one day over dinner she dropped a bombshell.

"Darling, I can't do this. Not yet, anyway."

"Wh..What do you mean?" I stammered, "What can't you do?"

"Us. This."

"I thought we were happy?"

"Hmm, well, yes, happy. As far as it goes..." she said a little vaguely.

"I don't understand. Are you dumping me?"

"Errm, yes and no..." was the annoying reply. Then she took a deep breath and said,

"Ok, I'll try and explain. First of all, you must understand that I love you. Fully and completely. But..."

"But what?" I said, close to tears, "what do I do wrong?"

"Nothing, darling, really, It's just that...It's just that I'm not ready to settle down with just one person. I'm too fond of sex for that, yet. I love seducing women. I love wooing them. You wouldn't want to be in an open relationship would you? You would want me to be faithful to you. I can't do that yet, and I can't hurt you. So I can't stay. I'm sorry. When I'm ready to settle down you'll be the one I settle down with, I promise!"

I was angry now.

"And what makes you think I'll still be available at some vague future time? Why should I wait around while you fuck everything in a skirt just to amuse yourself?"

"Obviously that's a risk for me. But I've made up my mind. Again, I'm sorry."

So she left, there and then. She came back to fetch her things while I was out.

Two

Over the next few days she texted me a few times asking if I was ok. I answered tersely. I was actually devastated. I had thought I'd found the love of my life. Chloe had told me that she loved me and always would, so I felt betrayed and very angry. It took me a few weeks to come to terms with it all, but eventually I convinced myself that it was over and tried to get on with my life.

The first party I went to after our break-up was a birthday party for a colleague (I work in admin at the local University). I made a lot of effort, as I usually do, and quite enjoyed it for the first- half-hour or so, Then I saw Chloe. All the old feelings returned instantly. My heart began thudding and I had a sick feeling in my stomach. She was in a clinch with a gorgeous, shapely young woman. Her hands were all over her. I was jealous and angry, but I wasn't going to make a scene, so I decided to leave. I went to find my coat, which was in one of the bedrooms, intending to take it and find the hostess and plead a headache or something. As I was extracting my coat from the heap on the bed the door opened. Chloe came through it.

"Hi, babe!" she said brightly, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a kiss full on the lips as though we were still lovers. I've always hated it when she calls me 'babe', but she does it anyway.

"God, I've missed you," she said, kissing me again. I should have protested and pushed her away. But I didn't. In fact I found myself putting my arms around her and kissing her back.

"I should give you a good slap," I said, as I felt her hands go down to my bum.

"But you won't, because you love me. And I love you."

While she was saying this her hands were running over my body and up my thighs under my dress. I was very quickly horny. She manoeuvred me against the door of the bedroom, locked it and pressed her lips on mine, her tongue invading my mouth. I loved it! The feeling of having her close again was just wonderful, even though I shouldn't have allowed her to treat me like that. But I couldn't resist her and as she pushed both hands up my dress, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties, smiled at me and knelt down taking the panties with her I just thought, "Oh God, whatever it is you want to do, do it. Please!"

After slipping my panties off over my heels she smiled up at me and licked my vulva slowly from bottom to top. After another few licks she began sucking and licking my clitoris. I raised one leg and held up my dress to give her easier access. I don't know how long it was before I had a shattering climax, but it seemed both forever and no time at all. Chloe had to hold me up until I'd recovered sufficiently, then she kissed me, giving me a taste of my own fluids, and said,

"I have to go, darling, I have a date downstairs. She'll be wondering where I am."

After she left, I retrieved my knickers from the corner where they'd been flung, found an empty bathroom where I cleaned myself up a bit, put my knickers back on and fixed my very smudged make-up. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought, "It's happened again. You let yourself be taken, like some sort of... what? " I couldn't answer. I felt guilty, ashamed but also strangely calm and...satisfied. It had been a very intense orgasm, and feeling Chloe embrace me again had been wonderful. I loved her still, there was no doubt. I slipped out of the party quietly; only Chloe saw me leave. She untangled herself from the shapely blonde for a second to blow me a kiss.

When I got home and into bed, I couldn't help myself, my hand went straight to my cunt. I gave myself another orgasm which calmed me down a little. But laying there I thought, "Why did I let her do that? She shouldn't treat me that way. I'm worth more than that."

Next morning I still felt a little humiliated and angry so I determined not to let anything like that happen again. You've probably guessed that my resolve failed. Chloe called me to ask if she could come round so we could talk. I said yes, telling myself that it would be my chance to give her a piece of my mind. But just the thought of seeing her again made me wet. Within half-an-hour of her arrival, I was naked, on my hands and knees on the bed, my bum stuck as high in the air as I could push it with Chloe pounding me from behind with one of her strap-ons, while I screamed out another orgasm.

In bed, I asked her, "Why are you doing this to me. I thought we'd broken up?"

"It seems I can't leave you alone, darling. I love you, I've told you that."

"But it's not fair!" I wailed, sounding very juvenile, even to me, "I don't know where I stand with you."

"You're the love of my life, Jen. The others are all just...just playthings! But I can't give them up yet." She kissed me and then continued,

"If you want me to leave you completely, I will. I don't want to hurt you. I'd rather die than that. Just say so and you'll never see me again."

I couldn't say that. I didn't say anything. I just kissed her and we made love again, gently and beautifully this time.

Without meaning to I found myself in a situation where I was single, but unable to resist Chloe's infrequent booty calls, because that's more or less what they were. She'd phone or text, appear with flowers and wine, tie me up, fuck me and leave again. Sometimes she'd stay the night and there'd be a little tenderness but often she'd leave immediately after sex. I sometimes suspected that she was going on to another date.

As I was unable, or unwilling to change the situation it continued for some months, but then something happened that completely upturned my world.

I was at a party near my flat, along with Chloe, well, not with exactly. She was there too. I saw her as soon as I walked in but she was busy talking to some younger girls. I chatted to friends a bit, danced a little, had a couple of drinks but then I found a quiet corner where I could just stand and observe people. It's something I like doing. A gorgeous, young, long-legged redhead walked past. She was breathtaking. She was wearing a very short skirt, as only the under-twenties can, with a halter-neck top. And no bra. Her breasts weren't large, but they were shapely and with just the right amount of jiggle. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was thinking about going and talking to her when Chloe came in.

"Oh! Hi, babe. My God! isn't she gorgeous?" With that she went straight over to the girl and introduced herself. Chloe has a very charismatic personality. The girl was almost instantly attracted to her. I could see it in her eyes; they widened and shone. Chloe was going to seduce her, I could tell. They went off to dance. Sighing I thought "you missed a chance there!" I suddenly realised that I had been attracted to another girl. That was the first time since I'd met Chloe. Was it an advance? Was I weaning myself off her? I circulated for another hour or so, then felt it was time I left. Just then Chloe grabbed me and kissed me. With her lips on mine I knew that I would never be over her. If she just raised an eyebrow I would strip off then and there and lick her out. But that wasn't what she wanted.

"Babe, can we borrow your spare bedroom tonight? It's just too far to get to my place and..."

"Who's we?" I interrupted a little angrily.

"Oh! Fiona and me. The girl you were watching in that other room. Red hair, short skirt, no bra. We've hooked up."

I hesitated. This was really taking advantage.

"Look," she continued, "I know it's a bit of a liberty, but I'll make it up to you. You won't even know we're there. Go on, babe."

"Well, I'm leaving now."

"Great! I'll fetch Fi."

We walked back to my flat. Those two giggling and fondling each other, me walking behind feeling sour, but unable to keep my eyes off the two perfect bums in front of me. Chloe's tightly-clad one with all its curves on show, and Fiona's swaying under her skirt.