Something Borrowed Chapter 1
(Before we begin, please remember this story is totally a fiction. All the names, places and situations do not represent any real people or places. All characters are over 18. This story takes place in the same universe as A chance Meeting, but stands alone. Please a comment. I hope you enjoy)
--- Maggie
As usual Madison was running late. In her mind anything less than an hour late was on time. As far as she was concerned everyone would just have to understand. True beauty took time and she was truly beautiful. Madison had been a top tier runway model. To say she was beautiful was not close to the truth. She was stunning.
She stood almost 6" tall in her bare feet, but you never saw her in anything less than 5" heels. Her skin was so pale as to be almost alabaster in tone and under the spotlights, gave off an almost unearthly glow as she gracefully moved. She had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Her stare alone could impale you, if you were so fortunate to be caught in her line of sight.
She looked more like a Viking Warrior Princess, than a mere mortal as she marched down the runway under the bright lights. Her 36D breasts were high and displayed her perky nipples well. They had just enough bounce as she walked to draw your eyes to them like magnets. Women and men alike were mesmerized as they watched her march down the stage to victory over an unseen enemy, but it was her firm buttocks and long legs that left you with a lingering hunger and desire as she turned and left.
This is how I met Madison although at the time I did not know her name. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Just watching her move awakened a desire and ache in me, I did not know I had.
My name is Margaret Wilson. I am Director of marketing and sales for an online fashion store. Recently, we began selling clothing in department stores along the Eastern seaboard of the United States. For the last several months we have sponsored live runway shows to introduce ourselves to the local retail market. As the sponsor of the event, I had free access to back stage. Within moments of entering the dressing rooms, I could see stylists and assistants running here and there performing the frantic business of helping their glamorous charges get ready for their next walk down the runway. I wandered from area to area, watching the models in various stages of undress. Semi naked and naked women were everywhere, but I was looking for just one woman in particular.
Finally, I found her. Several women were just sitting there totally naked having their makeup redone. I just stared at her. She was even more magnificent nude than she was clothed. Close up you could still see the shimmer of a light coating of sweat on her breasts and belly as she was being tended to by her assistant.
I just stood there caught in a web of desire and need. You could see she had the body of an athlete. At the same time, her full hips and strong butt were voluptuous, begging to be worshipped.. She was sitting there with her legs spread, her shaved mound bare. It was so obvious to me at least that she was aroused by just being in this environment with so much attention on her. Her labia were slightly open and very prominent clit on display.
Looking down on her sitting there she was sex on a stick. I could feel myself moisten, sharing the sexual tension radiating from her body. She looked up and smiled at me, seeming to know exactly what I was thinking. L blushed, having been caught. She got up, took my hand and led me to a dark corner, pushed me back against a rack of clothes and kissed me deeply. Naked flesh rubbed against me. I moaned and went limp as the strong aroma of sex and desire filled my senses to overflowing. She put her hands on my breasts and squeezed ever so gently and whispered in my ear.
"Don't say a word."
Her hands traveled down my body, pushing up my dress, her finger tips traveling sensuously over my thigh high stockings to the bare skin above. I could feel myself losing control and the air was filled with my own odors of arousal.
My mind was racing as I was enveloped by this unknown woman's natural perfume. I felt her hands slide down my body, caressing my stockinged thighs. I couldn't move, just felt my body quiver as she pushed my legs apart. Picking up my scent her fingers pushed my panties aside and took hold of the wet hairy pubic hair that covered my tender mound. I moaned loudly as her fingers tugged my thick bush. Pulling on my full bush, she stated more as a command than a request, "This will have to go."
"Yes," I replied to her demand. My desires overriding any thought as to not obeying this still unknown woman. I kissed her back and put my hand on her breast and felt her nipple harden as wave after wave of sheer pleasure swept over me.
I never quite knew for sure what was the most exciting, the anonymous sex, the very public setting, or her dominant attitude. But for sure it was the most satisfying orgasm I have ever known and set the tone for our relationship
A week later she moved into my house. I do not remember inviting her, she and a thin shy petite girl just arrived one morning and unpacked. I was in lust and was addicted to the sexual drugs she dispensed as she took over my life and shaped my world around her wants and needs.
I never said no to Madison. Months later, I was less lost in my waves of lust, but still lost in what I perceived was "love". I was confused about my feelings, part of me loved her for sure even knowing she had no real feelings for me. Another part responded to her the dominant aura that surrounded her and my own deeply hidden view of the majority of women being submissive.
I was used to the production that Madison called her life. I was aware that she was a free spirit and made it obvious that I was only a very small part of her world. She had turned my home into her own kingdom. I became just one admirer allowed to enjoy her l beauty and she had many more. She allowed me to touch on occasion, but there were rules. I just accepted my new life style as her girlfriend. I paid the bills and arranged my own life and business schedules to accommodate Her's.
Her dressing habits were the least of the accommodations that I made for the privilege of having her be my girlfriend. When she dressed, every piece of her ensemble had to be perfect. When her made up was applied, every brush stroke had to be precise. Her eyes were another long process, they were done and then redone until she was satisfied. Her long blonde hair was styled to an exacting level.
She kept her assistant from her days of modeling. Nicole was that shy petite girl, who moved into my home that first day with Madison. Nicole now Lived in a small room over the garage. This poor girl spent her day following every direction and whim of my demanding girlfriend. I suspected that there was more to their relationship, but I made it a point of never knowing for sure. Madison and I sleep in separate rooms most of the time. I routinely found evidence of Madison's separate love life and heard the screams and other sounds of her affairs.
Madison never concerned herself with the need for being punctual. She was used to being pampered and indulged. When you are so beautiful you can be selfish and vain. So, She, Madison S.V. Monroe took advantage of everyone all the time. No Selfish and Vain were not her middle names, but they might as well have been.
But vanity and selfishness were not her biggest faults, she was sharp tongued and cruel. She had a roving eye, or more precisely a wandering pussy. Wherever she went women were infatuated with her beauty and sexuality and threw themselves at her. She took every opportunity to discover a new pair of lips (both above and below) and a new tongue to please her.
I was the CEO of my own company. I was young, attractive strong woman and in control of a major online business. I was definitely in charge, but here in my own home I was just another subordinate accessory to Madison. I had struggled for years to overcome the extreme conservative view of a woman's role taught to me as a child. Women were meek, submissive and supportive of a stronger dominant presence (in my hometown that meant a man.) I Fought against that stereotype and gained the respect of my colleagues in the Fashion world. Yet here I was playing "wife" to a strong dominant woman. She constantly reminded me, when I grew impatient or jealous of her lifestyle and my submissive role that there were other women that would be happy to be her girlfriend.
I knew it would not end well for me, but in my heart, I hoped she would change and love me the way I loved her. It was all smoke and mirrors and I knew it could not last, but it seemed a small price to pay to keep her around as long as possible. All I ever asked was she be discrete and not make a total laughing stock out of me with my friends. I was in for the biggest let down of them all.
We were leaving on an extremely important business trip. I had explained that the future direction of my company was dependent on the results of my Trip back home. While there to see my family, I had a very personal issue to reveal to my mother, concerning my sexual orientation and life in the City.
My father had recently died and left stock in my company to my brother, sister and my mother. This trip was necessary to restructure the company. It was my first trip home in eight years and I was finally going to come out to my mother and introduce mt girlfriend. Still, knowing my self-centered girlfriend, I had allowed a three-hour window to accommodate her dressing habits. I just got home from my office and I guess I was not really surprised that Madison was not ready to leave.
I slowly walked down the hallway to our shared bedroom, fully prepared to yet again bemoan her lack of consideration for my needs. Before I reached the doorway and I utter a word, I heard soft moans coming from her partially opened bedroom door. Cracking sounds, followed indistinct groans reached my ears. My first instinct was to rush into the room to help as I thought someone was hurt. Reaching the door, something inside me made me stop and instead just peeked into the dimly lit interior to see what was happening.
Shocked at what I saw, I jammed my closed hand into my mouth to prevent me from making a sound. I was frozen in place by the spectacle displayed before my eyes. Almost like a reflect, I felt my juices flood my panties as a moan of pleasure, escaped my lips, just covered by the sounds coming from the room.
Madison was dressed in a pair of black stockings and thigh high shiny black boots. A black leather bra that displayed her breasts, rather than covered them. A thin gold chain surrounded her waist. Her hair was up and her makeup was thick and harsh. Her lower body was nude. It was obvious she was excited as her nipples were erect and a thick ribbon of fluid slowly dripped from her labia.
Nicole stood behind a naked woman that was kneeling on the floor just at Madison's feet. Nicole was dressed much the same as Madison. The shiny leather of her outfit were covered in patches of sweat. She had a riding crop in her hand and was striking the helpless woman in a slow rhythmic pattern across her back and thighs and ass.
Not believing my eyes or my ears I pushed closer to the door to see and hear better. I was almost overcome by the smell of raw sex.
