Note: In Chapter 1 I introduced Sarah and her niece Jennifer, on vacation in a warm, open minded tropical place, where Jennifer is being treated to the resort time by her aunt as a "turning 18" gift, and where Sarah is being treated to the opportunity to let her naughty inside spot show at will, and to the delightful gift of discovering just how much her lovely niece already is capable of. You may want to read that first, as this is a continuation, and though many of these thoughts have entered my mind as a transfer from my real life, *sigh* none of them have actually happened. Yet.
This chapter takes a rather different turn, and it was suggested by a reader, whose reality fits the new character here. It does require me, if I think of myself as Sarah, to disclose a bit of personality that might be a stretch, in reality. Yet, as I wrote, I found myself wondering, and opening my mind once again.
Brooke was 21. She had been an intern in Sarah's firm for about 4 months, trying to do a good job, trying to impress people with her intelligence, and trying mightily to not let her incredible libido get in the way. She had a weakness for anything that remotely resembled a sexual advance, and particularly she had a weakness for people in positions of authority. Submissive? In a way, although not to the point of slavery or physical punishment or bondage....well, maybe a little bondage, but her juices would flow if someone's eyes lingered on her DD breasts, or if they smiled as they openly stared, up and down her body as it walked across an office.
Brooke was a closet slut, you might say, whose body took over her mind, and gave her messages all too often that she should open her legs and enjoy deeply the natural urges that lay just barely below the surface all the time. She wondered, sometimes, if it was the pierced nipples. Her nipples were wonderfully wired directly to her pussy, and when she had encountered the advances of a woman who was actually selling her a used car, of all things, Brooke had let her mind slide into a rapture of touch right there in the car in a corner of the sale lot. When the woman had suckled her and touched her into a wonderful orgasm, and then unbuttoned and demanded that Brooke return the delight, she commented on the woman's pierced nipples. Her intrigue turned to action when the woman took her to a place where she could make it happen, and held her tits out in the palms of her hands while two shiny silver rings were placed through her gorgeous full nipples. Ever since, they seemed to rub more delightfully on whatever she wore, and sometimes she just couldn't help reaching up and tugging the piercings a bit, sending more flashes of joy to her clit.
Brooke carried a change of panties in her purse every day, like most of us carry lipstick, blush, a brush and a mirror, because inevitably she would soak her way through one pair by midday. But she loved it.
She stood 5'5", with a deliciously curvy body, dark hair, light brown skin that showed an ethnic mix, full lips surrounding a sensuous mouth, and a captivating smile that hid wicked thoughts, even when in the middle of a work project, Oh, she had a wandering mind, but was sharp enough to get her work done nonetheless.
Now she walked back and forth in her room at the resort. She was there because Sarah had demanded it. Although there was some excitement in her stomach, and she couldn't get the feeling of Sarah's hand firmly cupping her chin out of her mind, she was going crazy wondering what was to follow, and who the people were with whom Sarah had disappeared into the elevator. She closed her eyes and felt again how willingly her mouth had opened when Sarah had simply said "suck", and let a thumb slide into Brooke's mouth, caressing her cheek, eyes locked in control. Absent mindedly her fingers had stolen to her nipples, using the bars to twist them a little, and lightning shot through her body.
She had gone to the pool as instructed earlier in the day, parading in a thong bikini that barely hid anything, feeling exposed, feeling on display. Her supervisor at the company, Sarah, had given it to her for that purpose, and Brooke had felt the anticipation of being seen as she stepped out into the sunlight. The thing was that Sarah had told her to wear sheer panties instead of the bikini bottoms....actual panties, not intended for swimwear, but colored and shaped sort of like a thong bikini bottom. Just the knowledge that she was in her underwear in public....And when she had looked at her hanging tits, watching them sway as she moved around the pool looking for a lounge chair, she noticed that the triangular strips basically covered her nipples and large areolas, letting the sides and bottoms of her tits show nicely. The rings that pierced her nipples were obvious through the thin fabric, and the thin nylon triangle that covered her full puffy wide pussy lips threatened to pull in between them if she moved just so, or sat with her legs very far open. The overwhelming sexual cravings that lay so close the surface were primed, and soon she felt the wetness slide down her channel and make a visible spot in the light violet fabric. She worried that she would be asked to leave or change her suit, but she also noticed that there were others wearing very revealing things, and came to realize that this resort had a very permissive atmosphere. That realization alone had put her on a heated edge, playing to her love of showing her body. But she also knew that she didn't dare refuse Sarah's commands, and she looked around for her boss, wondering when she would be approached again.
How did it come to pass that Sarah had this control, this mastery of Brooke's submissive side? One Friday evening, after work hours, Sarah had returned to the office to retrieve something she had left. As she passed through the reception area and neared her own office, she heard intense female moans and whimpers, and a strong male voice urging the female to "squeeze it.... let me feel you squeeze it with that sweet young pussy."
Sarah had slipped through her office door quietly, looking around the corner at a desk that sat in front of a large window, overlooking the city, and saw Brooke, her face lost in total sexual abandon, her legs splayed wide, and held up and back by her own hands as Jason Stevens, one of Sarah's colleagues, pumped his cock deeper and deeper into Brooke's willing pussy. He would give her four or five rapid pumps, eliciting grunts and panting breath from the hot vixen, and then he would withdraw until the head of his cock lay just a few inches inside, and instruct her to squeeze it.....milk it...pull it in. Brooke would whine a little, her hips rising, trying to capture more of the steel-like rod that filled her so. Then he would slide it slowly in until his pubic hair ground against her smooth bare labia, hold it there, and then pound it deep again with several strokes. His hands held her massive tits, pushing them together and lifting them so that her nipples were available to his thumbs.... he would flick the bars that pierced them, back and forth, which made Brooke cry for more of it.
Sarah was amazed to see how her darling little intern went at it with such a submissive tone, answering his every question with "yes... oh yes, please", and doing whatever little move he demanded. Sarah had slipped out her cell phone and captured several nice photos, stepping ever closer from slightly behind them as Jason began to cum. Brooke's full red lips glistened with saliva as she licked them. Her beautiful dark skin gleamed with beads of perspiration. Brooke's face was tight with the passion of feeling his hot load shoot deep inside her, again and again, and neither of them were aware of her presence. Sarah had enjoyed Jason's cock more than once, and she knew what Brooke was feeling. Still, she was amazed at how deeply Brooke was giving herself to it, how she held her own legs in her hands, wide and back, tipping herself up for the deepest penetration. Sarah smiled, slipping the cell phone back into her purse, and stealing quietly out the door, never giving herself away.
The next day, when Sarah had called Brooke in for her monthly review, she had asked a few questions, about Brooke's choice of dress, about the length of her skirts, about the buttons on her blouses being undone just a little too much. The truth was that everyone knew that Brooke was a bit of a flirt, and that she must have enjoyed letting herself show, but when she tried to defend herself to Sarah, Sarah simply flipped open her phone and asked how much she had enjoyed herself the day before. With these photos as evidence, and the threat that Brooke would never find a job there, or anywhere in the city unless she was totally compliant with Sarah's instructions, Brooke had over time become Sarah's submissive pet, and performed wonderfully whenever and wherever Sarah commanded.