Shelley was at work, not her usual shift in the bar, Roscoe's, but needs must when the mortgage is due next week. It was quiet, not how she liked it, as a busy bar meant the time passed quicker. Nevertheless, she busied herself with a bit of cleaning up, but once all that was done she had time for a little daydreaming.
At forty-something, but far off the Big 5-0, she was a woman who had blossomed in her thirties, found her style and made full use of her high cheekbones, raven black hair and a generous amount of perfume, finished off with scarlet lip gloss, which contrasted beautifully with her porcelain white skin.
Her daydreams were usually sexual, it had to be said, and her fantasies could be quite wild, but, what-the-hell they were her fantasies, and masturbating several times a day was something she never ever tired of.
Although she had never married, she had had several partners, mainly men, but included an amazing woman she had met in her early twenties, on a trip to a seaside resort on the other coast, who had introduced her to prosecco, oh and to the pleasures of girl-on-girl sex.
Sadly, her new friend, Carol, had emigrated and getting together again had been impossible to arrange, much to her chagrin. Little did she know that Carol felt the same, and that even though almost twenty years later, she would love to re-ignite that particular fire, given half a chance.
Carol was older than Shelley, and at the time of their liaisons, neither liked to call it an affair, was about the same age Shelley is now, and although married and professing not to be bisexual, did love occasional girl action, and the afternoons in bed she had shared with Shelley were very special memories.
One particular afternoon, brazened by the ice cold prosecco and having brought Shelley to an explosive orgasm with her tongue, they lay in bed arms around each other. The afternoon sun was streaming through the high oak trees in her back garden, and Carol began to tell Shelley about a friend of hers who happened to live in the same town as Shelley.
"I have this friend, who lives near you, who confessed to me that as well as declaring his undying love for me, also, and this might shock you, also told me he wanted to worship me."
"Worship?" queried Shelley.
"Er, yes, worship. Well I was kind of taken aback, but, when we explored what he meant, I found that I really, really, and I mean REALLY, liked it." said Carol, with obvious enthusiasm. Shelley's hand wandered down to Carol's cunt and slipped her middle finger in between her puffed and swollen lips, rubbing up and down several times before sliding her digit into her hot wet fuck-hole, then lowering her head to wrap her blood red lips around Carol's long hard nipple.
Shelley moved her now wet finger in and out of Carol's cunt for a minute, then spread her lips with her index and ring fingers, bending her middle finger up to her clitoris, which she began go rub in a clockwise circular pattern. Carol threw her head backwards on the pillow as the ecstasy in her cunt and her breast pulsated through her entire body.
Carol loved cock, she loved sucking cock and much preferred a climax of hot spunk over her pretty face and her pouted lips than walking around all day with a sticky cunt. After all, if you have a cunt full of cum, it would be rather a disappointment to meet someone else, unless he was a fan of sloppy seconds, that is.
Shelley continued to masturbate Carol, but released the suction on her nipple to question her
"And do you enjoy him worshipping you?"
"God, yes. I even enjoy the spanking now."
"Spanking?" asked Shelley, her green eyes wide in amazement, "He spanks you?"
"No darling." replied Carol.
She took hold of a handful of Shelley's jet black hair and gently pulled her face to hers, kissing her deeply, waiting until Shelley opened her eyes before going on.
"I spank him, over my knee, on his bare bottom, until it glows pink."
Each phrase of the last sentence was punctuated by a kiss of several seconds, until finishing with;
"And he always begs for more."
Shelley, at 24 had had no more than a handful of lovers, including Carol, and certainly none that had asked her to spank them, but she found herself intrigued by what Carol had just told her.
"And is that all you do?" she asked.
"Goodness no!" exclaimed Carol "We have amazing sex, licking, then fucking, and more licking, then spanking of course."
"Of course!" giggled Shelley.
"And never less than five orgasms for me, before I allow him to cum."
"Allow?"
"Yes, darling, allow. He isn't allowed to cum without my permission, and he can only ask for my permission after my third orgasm. Before that he must ask for my permission to take his cock out of me if he's getting close."
Shelley could feel her cunt getting wetter and tingly as Carol told her story.
"But what happens then, when he asks to withdraw I mean?"
"Well, once I tell him he can withdraw, he immediately gets on his knees and asks for permission to replace his cock with his tongue."
"Fucking hell, that sounds fabulous!" exclaimed Shelley, "I would love that."
A thought popped into Carol's dirty mind, that perhaps she could introduce Shelley to this alternative lifestyle.
The rest of the afternoon was spent licking and fingering each other to several beautiful body wracking orgasms, until they lay back on the bed, spent and soaked in sweat.
Wondering how she could broach the subject, Shelley surprised Carol.
"So can I try him? With you I mean?"
"Do you have stockings, suspenders and high heels?" asked Carol in reply.
"Er, no, well I have the heels of course."
"Well, I always wear stockings with him, either hold ups or with suspenders. He has a stocking fetish and buys me a new pair when he comes to serve me. Not that I wear them for him."
