Another piece inspired by the lovely 'Bambie Brainwasher.'
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You know you shouldn't be here. But it feels so good when you are.
And with the day you've had, you so desperately want to feel good.
No matter the cost.
Even before you clocked out for the day, you knew exactly what you needed to do. Where you needed to go.
Sure, you'd promised yourself you wouldn't. That the last time would be the last time.
But then, how many times before had you told yourself that very same thing, only to wind up right back here?
Right outside Bambie's door.
You'd rung her up on your lunch break, when the stress of the day was already too much for you to bear. And though it'd been a month since you'd last paid her a visit, she seemed quite pleased to hear from you again.
"Be at my place at six," she said, that husky, sensuous voice of her already peeling away the layers of resistance you'd built up. "Don't be late."
As if you ever would be.
As if you ever could be.
At ten to five you were already standing there, feeling slightly sheepish, but oh so desperate. Your hand shakes as you knock on her door, just as the rest of you does as you wonder if she will be angry with you for being away so long.
Yet all those worries vanish the moment the door swings open, revealing Bambie in all her glory.
Her familiar smile- warm and wicked and everything in between all at once, beckons you, and your eyes can't help but move down and examine the curves of her body. Hidden as they may be beneath the soft, silk pink bathrobe she's wearing, you know them so intimately that they may as well be burned into your memory.
Which they are, even if you don't remember.
"Aww, look at you," Bambie says, forgoing any formal greeting and switching instead to a look of mock compassion. "I know you said you were feeling stressed, but I didn't realize it was this bad... You'd better come in right away baby. Bambie is gonna make everything all better..."
And without a word, you follow her inside and shut the door behind you.
Walking along the well-trod floor of her house, Bambie leads you towards the bathroom, your eyes glued to her bare legs and feet the whole way as your mind fills with images of the rest of her body. Try as you might, it is almost impossible to think of anything else in her presence except her.
Flicking on the light switch, Bambie moves towards the tub, and as she bends over to open the tap, her big, bare, juicy bottom rises into the air and fills your gaze. And the moment you see it, all the programming you've tried so hard to forget comes rushing back just like the water filling the tub.
She turns to face you with a smirk, the expression on your face more than enough for her to know she already has you where she wants you. "Now then, let's get you out of those clothes."
Bambie's fingers begin to unbutton your shirt, and like a rag doll, you simply let her do so. She deftly slips it off and drops it to the floor before undoing your belt and doing the same with your pants.
For a brief moment, your mind reminds you that you shouldn't be here. That you should turn around and leave. But the moment your boxers hit the floor and you find yourself standing before her completely naked, you know in your heart that you couldn't leave even if you tried.
Even though nothing has happened yet, your cock is already hard simply from being in Bambie's presence, a fact she just barely acknowledges with a giggle.
Gently, she places a warm hand on your shoulder, and you almost collapse there and then from the unexpected yet longed-for contact. Bambie slowly moves it down your back, the tension you've been wrestling with all day apparent even now. "Oh my, you really are tense... I bet it's been so long since you were truly able to relax, hasn't it?"
Though she doesn't come out and say it, the look in her eyes tells you exactly what she's getting at. You'd tried to get away from her and failed, and Bambie is happily poking fun at that particular fact with a twisted sort of glee. Wicked as she is, it's not as if you could deny it.
All you can do is nod, then watch as she slips off her bathrobe to reveal her own naked body.
It's as amazing as you remember, soft and thick and practically oozing raw, sexual power. Bambie doesn't even need to touch you- just the sight of her is more than enough to get the blood pumping straight down to your cock.
A cock she carefully takes hold of as she leads you towards the waiting tub.
Slowly, you step into it as you have dozens of times before, the warmth of the water and the growing suds, as well as the beguiling scent of the soap engulfing you as you begin to submerge your body. It feels so good, and even if this were all you were here for, it would certainly do the job of relaxing you.
But Bambie has much more in store and you know it.
You watch in awe as she joins you- one foot rising up and catching your eyes as it makes its way into the water, followed by a thick, meaty thigh. For a brief moment you catch sight of her delectable pussy, but it is quickly replaced by her other foot and leg, and before you know it she too is submerged in the warm water. The suds cover her beautiful body, removing it from your sight for a few seconds before reappearing, now slick and soapy and wet.
A small groan escapes your lips as you take in the sight of her sud-covered breasts, and Bambie smiles. "Mmm, that feels good, doesn't it? The warmth of the water, the scent of the soap... the sight of my big, bouncy tits just floating in front of your eyes...."
"Yes..." you manage to mutter, your eyes immediately drawn to her magnificent
breasts, a trickle of soapy water slipping down and splitting around her nipple.
"Yes, what?" She asks, playfully splashing you with the water.
