The Boss's Pet


Story Codes: FF, Exhibitionist


THE BOSS’S PET
by Sarah


Day1  I’m 26 and married, and Diana is my boss. On Monday I was
sitting next to her in her office when she put her hand on my thigh, sliding it up
under my skirt. I hadn't had sex with a girl for years, so it was a complete
surprise. I didn't know what to do, but without my thinking about it I
found that I had opened my legs for her. She gentle caressed the inside of my
thigh, she didn't touch my pussy, though I'm sure I would have let her.
She kissed me, still with her hand up my skirt, then told me we had better
get on with the work. I was in a daze the rest of the day.

Day4  After a day or two when nothing else happened I had decided that
the whole thing was a spur of the moment thing and that was that. Then she
asked me to go for a drink with her, and would I wear stockings instead of my
usual tights. She took me to a gay club where I felt uncomfortable,
especially when she started openly fondling my bottom in front of her
mates.

When we danced she put her hands on my bottom, under my skirt. I
suppose it was Ok because other couples were doing the similar things, but I felt
really embarrassed.

Afterwards she took me back to her apartment, and asked me to undress
for her. Again I was very embarrassed and nearly rushed out of the door,
but by then my pussy was ruling my head, so I guess desire made me stay. She
is a very good lover, she had me gasping when she buried her face between my
legs. When I had had all I thought I could take, she produced a strap-on
thingy and fucked me doggy style till I came screaming. Although she
came whilst doing this, she wouldn't let me between her legs, and obviously
didn’t like it when I touched her breasts. Her pleasure seems to be
in dominating me and making me wild with desire. While she was using the
strap-on she put a wet finger in my arse hole, which made me feel
humiliated and abused, but also increased my desire. She told me that next time
she would be putting the thing in my arse.

I didn’t know how to handle that. My husband never does that, in fact
nobody ever had. But I don’t know how to say no to her, and actually don’t
know if I want to say no.

Day8  A week had gone by, and Diana has ignored me. I was getting
desperate. I’m normally fairly conservative in how I dress, but I began going to
work in stockings under my shortest skirts, and my usual modest blouses were
exchanged for low cut tops.

I let her know that I would be staying late to finish the file I was
working on. I took the file into her office to ask her about it, then dropped
it as I was leaving. I gave her the back view as I bent down to pick it up,
keeping my legs straight. She must have been able to see all my bare
legs above my stockings, and my pink panties. Before straightening up I
turned and smiled at her. She raised an eyebrow, that’s all – but she did
work late herself, and when everyone else had left she called me into her office.

She locked the door behind me and immediately took me in her arms and
kissed me deeply. Within no time she had her hands under my skirt and slid
down my panties. I stepped out of them and she picked them up and put them in
her purse. Still kissing me she started rubbing my pussy, I was very wet
already, but then she put one hand behind me and slid her finger into
my arse. Wow, total violation, total humiliation, but I didn't care I
didn't want her to stop. She finger fucked my arse, holding my pussy with the
other hand, till I came.

When I had calmed down she said we'd go to her place and she'd do
supper. In the taxi she put her arm round me and started kissing me. I loved it,
but realised that the driver was watching us in his mirror and I got very
flustered. However I soon forgot him when she slid her hand under my
skirt again (remember I had lost my panties). This time she went for my pussy. I
should have kept my knees together, but no chance, they parted without
any decision from me. She had me cumming as we turned into her road, and I
was still shaking when I had to get out of the taxi and stand up.

She made a pasta and opened a cold white wine. We ate in the kitchen,
on stools, and talked about work, Afterwards she suggested we take our
drinks through. "Through" of course meant into the bedroom. She closed the
door and stood looking at me, raised her eyebrow and half smiled. I knew what
she was asking, so I got undressed without a word. I did it slowly folding my
clothes carefully, starting with the stockings, then I lifted up my
skirt to remove the garter belt, remembering too late that I had lost my
panties. Ah well! I took my top off slowly, then undid the bra, lowering it slowly
because my breasts are really too saggy.

Finally I dropped my skirt, turning my back on her to pick it up, then
blushing as I realised what I had shown her. I stood with my hands by
my sides looking at her looking at me. She didn't say anything but after
she had studied me for an age (more blushes from me) she spread her hands,
I spread my legs. She must have seen my arousal, because my pussy and
inside the tops of my thighs felt soaking wet. It was a relief when she
indicated a twirl, so I turned round to give her the back view. I looked round at
her and tried to smile. After she had studied me she came up behind me, put
her arms round me and her hands onto my breasts. She caressed them quiet
hard, and teasing my nipples till they felt huge. I turned my head and she
kissed me again till I felt breathless.

She undressed quickly and matter of factly, but kept her bra on. A
pity, because her breasts look as if they might be nice to play with, but
I've never seen them. Although I was expecting it, I felt myself go pale as she
went to the bedside drawer and got the strap-on thing out. I watched
her step into it and do the belt up. She stood looking at me, with the
thing poking out so aggressively. I stared at it, then realised that I had to
do something, or give in to my fears. I walked up to her and kissed her
(its usually her kissing me) and put my hand on it, working it up and down.  I
reached down for the balls, then realised of course there aren't any
(felt silly) After working it for a bit, I realised that it was exciting
Diana, obviously her end was rubbing on her clit. I dropped down on my knees
and deepthroated it as much as I could. It was bigger and fatter than my
husband, but not that much, I decided.

Against the wall she has a big chest of drawers, she looked at it and
then at me. With fast beating heart and a feeling of dread, but also
anticipation I slowly walked to the chest, and bent over it. I grabbed hold of the
back edge of the top and spread my legs. I could just see her in the mirror,
and she stood looking at me spread waiting for her for ages, leaving me in
despair.

Finally she approached me, and started rubbing the thing, first against
my soaking pussy, then between the cheeks of my arse.

Where do you want it? she asked. Panic. Where did I want it? I knew
where she wanted to put it, but I didn’t want to ask. Anywhere I stammered,
Put it where you want. I asked where do you want it. Do you want it in your cunt or
your arse? Very angry, icy cold! Oh please, in my arse, in my arse and in a small
voice And please be gentle

She had a bottle of lube amongst her make-up (how much had she planned
this?) and she put lots on, then eased the tip into my arse. It hurt,
really hurt and I think I cried out as she eased it into me deeper and deeper.
I felt a sudden urge to shit, and cried against it. Then it was deep
inside me and I felt my muscles relax allowing her to move deeply, completely
into me.

I heard myself groaning. She asked if it felt good, Yes I replied
between the groans, and it did!. Without conscious thought I found myself
moving to meet her thrusts. I felt totally violated, humiliated but hugely and
darkly excited. I wanted her inside me totally. I stopped groaning and felt my
excitement mounting. She reached in front of me and touched my clit. I
felt myself cumming. As I started to cum she began spanking my bottom with
her other hand. Quiet hard, each one stung, and echoed loudly round the
room. It was the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had!!

She pulled out of me gently and I felt my arse close tight. She helped
me from the tabletop and led me onto the bed. She lay down beside me and
held me tight. I began to cry, I don't know why, I wasn't hurting, just
emotionally drained I guess. I slept for a while in her arms feeling
tender and loved, before she gently woke me up and told me it was time to go
home.

I dressed without a word, leaving off my stockings, they went in my
purse, and my panties (I didn't know how to ask for them back) and she called
me a cab.

When I got home I was amazed that it was only just past midnight. So
much seemed to have happened. I dropped my clothes on the floor and fell into bed.
Thank goodness for the alarm clock!

Day9  The following Day I was just finishing for the day when she called
me in to her office again, We sat side by side on her couch and, very
matter of factly, she put her arm round me and kissed me deeply. Of course I
spread my legs for her. She didn’t take off my panties, just worked round them
and onto my wet excited pussy. I remembered with a jolt how it felt when
she masturbated me, already I am familiar with her gorgeous touch, very
gentle then a squeeze on my clit, Then more insistent. I hoped she was going
to go down on me like the first time, but she didn't. I guess that was an
introductory offer (new customers only) .

I felt her fingers inside me, until she is finger-fucking me and
working her thumb on my clit. Meanwhile her other hand is working my breast. Harder
now, squeezing it and pinching my nipple. I give myself away when I’m
about to come, throaty noises, gasping etc, and as I got near, she stopped. Her
fingers stilled in my pussy (though I was very aware of them still in there)
her thumb left my clit, and her other hand stilled, just holding my breast.
When I calmed, she began again, but again wouldn’t let me cum. I
don’t know how many times she did this, but I was reduced to saying "Please Diana,
let me cum, please please" She teased me for a bit, saying things like "Oh,
does my baby want to cum does she" with me begging for it.

She consented after what seemed an age, and as I came, she squeezed my
nipple harder and harder till I was crying out for her to stop, and
crying out for more, all at the same time. She held me gently while I calmed
myself, and kissed and sucked the nipple she had squeezed.

I didn’t know what to do with my panties. I was still wearing them,
but the crutch was soaked. She said that it was a pity I was wearing them, they
had got in the way, and were now too wet to go home in anyway. She told me
that from now on I wasn’t to wear panties when I was with her. With the
short skirts I am now wearing at work it doesn’t seem a good idea!

When I got home I was hoping my breast wasn’t bruised! I had a quick
look in the bathroom as soon as I got home and was horrified how red it was,
all round the nipple, but then I realised it was only lipstick. I managed to get
it all off.

Day10   I Dressed in a short skirt (but not my shortest!) and briefest
black panties. When I got in I make straight for the washroom, took them off,
then panicked and put them back on again.

Later, in Diana’s office it was hard to keep crossing my legs and
flashing my stocking tops without showing my (illegal?) knickers. It obviously
frustrated her, because, as I got up to go she said my name, when I
looked at her she gestured, pretended to raise her skirt. I’m sure I went as
pale as death. Of course I understood. What could I do? I shook my head, In
that moment she looked very angry, lent forward and lifted my skirt. For a
fleeting moment I hoped that my stocking tops and the oh so sexy tiny
lace panties would melt her, but I should have know better. She half turned
me, then, still holding my skirt up with one hand, Delivered a vicious
smack to my bare thigh. It was so hard, so loud and so unexpected that I cried
out. I felt my eyes water with shock and humiliation. I fled.

Now what?? Straight to the wash room, where I dried my eyes and calmed
myself. Then panties off and into my purse. I was puzzled and
embarrassed about the dampness on them. There had been nothing sexual, why was I
getting wet? Anyway, straight back to her office, knocked on the door. A curt
"yes" from her. I walked in, she still had a face like thunder. I didn’t say
anything, but stood in front of her, legs apart and lift up my skirt.

She gazed at my damp pussy, smiled, then leant forward and pushed her face
into. Her hand followed, round the back seeking out my arse.

It was lovely. Licking and sucking my clit and fingering my arse, what more could a girl
ask for, and in company time? She told me not to cum, and I tried and tried, but her
probing finger and her busy mouth soon had me shuddering and gasping. Afterwards
I needed time to calm down, then I went back to my desk in a dream. As I sat down I
saw an angry red bruise forming on my thigh, I didn’t care.

Day15   Since that lovely sex in Diana’s office she ignored me for several
days. Despite my efforts at flashing my legs (and possibly occasional
glimpses of my bare pussy) in her direction she has been purely businesslike
the past two days. I was getting more and more desperate. I had thought
that, after the last time, and my capitulation over the panties, things might happen
more regularly. But what I have learnt about Diana is to never assume anything.

On Wednesday night it was my husband’s football night. He plays with
friends, then usually goes off for a few drinks with them afterwards,
so by the time he gets home its late, and, having had a few beers, all he
wants to do is sleep.

When I got home he was already home, and in the bath. I quickly peeled off
my clothes and jumped in with him, but he hadn’t time for more than a kiss
and a cuddle. I had just climbed out myself, and put on loose baggy
pants and a sloppy jumper (nothing else) – ideal for lounging round in, but
very unsexy, when I heard him talking on the intercom. I thought it was one
of his friends come to pick him up for football., but then I heard a
woman’s voice at the door.

I went through, and there was Diana, dressed as I’ve never seen her,
also in loose baggy pants and a jumper, and clutching her briefcase in front of
her.. She gave my husband a peck on the cheek and explained that she was sorry to
disturb me at home, but the case I had been working on needed to be finalised
tonight. I didn’t know what she was talking about, there was  nothing I could think of
that was urgent. She stepped up to me, now with the briefcase down by her side, and
gave me a peck on the cheek, and pushed herself against me as she did so. I nearly
jumped back in horror and surprise as I felt her cock hard against my stomach – she
was wearing her strap-on!! I don’t know if I went pale, or bright red, but I suspect both
at the same time, and felt weak at the knees.

My husband said he had to dash, and to be sure to offer Diana a drink. She said she’
d love a glass of wine, and going to get it allowed me to calm myself and summons up
my resources. My thoughts were how unsexy I looked, and I had no makeup on. She
looked at me and smiled, raising her eyebrow.

"What?" I stammered. She said nothing, but continued to stare at me
with the eyebrow raised. I knew of course what she was asking, but no, this was our
home, I had never been naked here except for my husband . I shook my head
and started to stammer this out, she just looked at me, and , of course, I  gave in and
undressed for her. She led me to our dining table and I obediently stretched out
across it, legs spread.

Good girl she said, and began to caress my arse, and down between my legs. I
could feel myself getting very wet. She produced a bottle of lubricant and applied it to
my arse hole, pushing a greased finger in as far as she could, and stroked between
my legs, exciting my clit., and getting me even wetter.

Suddenly he began to smack me, short, sharp smacks, pausing a second between
each. What am I doing, I thought, letting a fully clothed woman spank my bottom, but I
found I was lifting my buttocks to receive each smack. Now arch your back more.
Come on, lift your arse up for me I lifted. Another series of smacks, this time very
hard, so that I cried out with each one. I began to weep, not from the pain, but from
shame and humiliation.

When the spanking stopped, I looked round behind me to see her undoing her
trousers (they had a zip like a mans) and taking out the thing. She stood behind me,
holding me round the hips, pulling me gently towards her,and began to ease it into my
arse.

It felt enormous inside me, it filled me totally, and violated me completely, and felt
fantastic. She fucked me for a long time, getting faster and faster and harder and
harder. She told me when to cum by touching and pinching my clit. She pulled out of
me gently, turned me round and kissed me, wiped tears from my eyes with her fingers
and helped me dress.

We sat on the couch and she held me tightly, comforting me, while we finished our
wine, then she said she had to go. She, kissed me long and deeply, and left. I went
through to the bedroom and examined my bottom in the mirror. As I feared it was red
where she had spanked me. I decided that I didn’t mind, in fact felt rather proud of it,
specially as my husband would be too tired to notice tonight.

Day18   Diana stopped by my desk just long enough to tell me that she was going to
the club with friends, would I come too? When we arrived we met up with Diana’s
friends I had met there before, a funny lot, but I didn’t care, I was here because of
Diana.

I was wearing my usual, skirt, stockings, no panties of course, and when we danced I’
m sure D was showing everyone my bare bottom. She had her hands under my skirt,
on my bottom, and the way she was pushing my skirt up, I guess I was showing the
world everything.

We sat down and immediately her hand was back up my skirt and onto my pussy.
One of the other women, Laurie, asked Diana if she could dance with me. I was
horrified, this woman Laurie is really butch, baggy clothes, cropped hair, tattooed
arms and rough looking hands. In my youthful encounters with girls, I never went for
the butch type, always found them rather frightening, and I still do! Also I was upset
that she asked Diana, not me. I’m not Diana’s property, am I?

Anyway, Diana immediately took her hand off my pussy and said of course. I looked
at her in despair, but she just smiled back and told me to go and dance with her
friend. Laurie pulled me against her, and I could feel a strapon pushing against me.
What to do? I was struggling in her arms, trying  to keep away from it, but then
thought, if Diana wants me to do this, I’ll try to make her jealous. Also, in my heart of
hearts, I must admit that by mow strap-ons are a real turn on for me.

So I pushed up against it, manoeuvring myself so it was against my pussy,  and I
guess masturbating myself against it as much as dancing. Her hands were all over my
bare arse, but I didn't care! And when she kissed me, I kissed her back, opening my
mouth for her insistent tongue. I’m sureI would have had an orgasm right there on the
dance floor if we had carried on much longer. Anyway Laurie led me back to the table
and pulled me down next to her. I looked at D in despair, but she just smiled. This
time it was Laurie’s fat fingers on my pussy. There I was, skirt up, knees widely
spread, with her hand working on me and with my hand masturbating Laurie’s strapon
through her trousers. Her insistent fingers, her mouth on mine and the feel of her
strapon in my hand, soon finished what the dance started and I came gasping.

Even then Laurie wouldn’t let me go back to Diana, but kept me with her. She
abandoned my wet cunt, and turned her attention to my breasts, which she
soon had out and in her hands. I guess having had my orgasm, I was able
to fight back a bit. I pushed her away, grabbed my purse, stood up and ran,
pulling my top up as best I could, saying I needed the washroom. I ran
straight out the door, and found a cab to take me home.

Day22   Diana has ignored me since the incident in the club with her friend
Laurie. I spent a miserable weekend worrying about her. By the end of
yesterday I was getting desperate, and felt so horny.

So today I’m dressed entirely to please her, I know I want her so much .
Wearing no panties is such a sexy thing. I’m constantly aware of my naked
pussy, and think that everyone must realise how I’m dressed, but I dare not
put my panties on in case D decided to make up..

I worked late (!) and Diana was still in her office (waiting for me?). When
everyone else had left I timidly knocked on her door. Taking all my courage
I went in and immediately said how sorry I was that I ran out on her.

We discussed it and I ended up sitting on her knee. After we had kissed for a bit, and
a few tears from me, she told me I would have to be punished for my behaviour at the
club. I smiled for the first time, not because I was about to be punished, but because I
was accepted again over my knee she said Yes Diana I said meekly holding my skirt
up, I stretched out across her knee. I loved the feel of her warm leg and the material
of her skirt on my pussy. She started caressing my arse, (not what I was expecting,)
then down between my thighs, I spread them without being told to.

She soon had me deliciously wet and open for her and I began to feel my orgasm
approaching.

You guessed it! It was then that she started to spank me – hard. It went on for ages. I
began to weep but still she spanked me.

Her hand moved from my bottom to my pussy, it was a real shock when she spanked
me there, but fortunately not as hard. It must have turned her on because the
spanking became caressing and then finger fucking. This time she let me cum, and it
was tremendous!

She helped me up and led me to her couch, where we kissed and cuddled some
more. It was lovely wrapped in her arms.

She said she had to go, I could stay in her office until I had got myself  together
enough to go home. She made no mention of a date or anything, so as she was
leaving I told her that my husband was away this week and would she like to come for
a meal tomorrow, She said she’d be delighted.

Of course, being alone in her office I had a little snoop round. All her desk drawers
were locked except for the top one, and there inside it was a whip, with rubber strands
and a dildo shaped handle. Of course I had to give the handle a trial run before I went
home.

Day23   I’ve just been in to see Diana (purely business) but as usual as I stood next
to her her hand was up my skirt and onto my pussy, just gently feeling.

She said how much she was looking forward to this evening, and should she bring
anything? As she said this she opened her top drawer, and there it was, that whip.
I went bright red, totally giving myself away, and stammered something like:

Bring anything you like.

What do you mean Sarah, anything?

Oh, please don’t make me ask for it, but she did, and I gave in, as usual

Please bring the whip Diana

And? Oh no, I’m not going to ask for that, please don’t make me,but of
course she did.

And the strap-on, please (I’d never actually spoken that word before!)

Before Diana arrived I made up my breasts. Probably too much, they look gorgeous,
and sooo tarty! I put my apron and heels on, nothing else. I had time to lay out the
hors-d’oevres and the things for the stir-fry (quick and easy) and there she was at the
door.

Deep breath, smile, open the door. There she was, smiling at me holding her
briefcase and a bunch of flowers. A chase peck from her, and I turned round and
walked ahead., revealing my bare back view. A cry of surprise and she pulled me to
her and kissed me deeply, still clutching briefcase and flowers.

She produced a small gift wrapped box in a bag with that flower on it .

When I opened it I found nipple clamps. A silver chain with rubbery coated clips on
the end that tighten by sliding a ring up them. She said she had to prepare my
nipples. She licked and sucked them till they were really hard, then put the clips on at
the back of the nipples, almost on the areoae.

She said if I wanted more sensation, she would move them to the very tips (No,
that’s fine, thank you Diana). She tightened them gently, but more than I would have!
They made me catch my breath, painful enough to make me constantly aware of my
breasts.

She backed be onto the couch, head straight between my thighs. As I came she
pulled the nipple chain. Wow, it really hurt, but I couldn’t stop moving against her
mouth as I came. When I had calmed down she allowed me to undress her. She was
wearing her baggy trousers and we can guess what under them! She again stopped
me taking her bra off, but I really loved holding her “cock” and rubbing it.

We ate the hors-d’oevres on the couch. She ate off me and I off her (she drank white
wine from my navel) I ate off her “cock” but the rubber rather spoilt the taste!

I told her her bra was going to get all mushed up from the food, so she relented and
took it off!! Her breasts are lovely, not as big as mine but much firmer, with gorgeous
puffy nipples and huge pink areolae. She let me suckle them!! I couldn’t leave them
alone.

I cooked the stir fry with D standing beside me, her hand on my pussy gently
caressing me. She ate one-handed as well!

She returned to the couch and her briefcase, and produced the whip. I was
frightened but tingly all over. I just stood there as she stroked me with it, then she
started to lash my arse. I quickly realised that although it stung a bit, I had nothing to
fear from it. After moving up and down my

back, and the back of my legs (that hurt more) she moved to my front, and
asked me to spread my legs. Now this was getting more serious. She whipped
the inside of my thighs, getting alarmingly close to my pussy. This really hurt and I
moved my arms to protect myself. She told me crossly to keep my  arms by my sides,
but after another lash that almost reached my pussy, my arms were back again. She
made me put my hands behind my head, this somehow added to my sense of shame
and humiliation. She decided she’d do enough to the inside of my thighs and moved
up to my stomach.

That was OK but then she reached my breasts. Every lash had them jiggling
about alarmingly, and I couldn’t keep still. Only a few lashes had me crying. I was still
standing with my legs spread, and when I thought it was all over, she brought the whip
straight up between my legs onto my pussy.

The shock made me squeal and clutch myself. I don’t think she even did it very hard,
but it really stung, and shocked me and it was in this state, with me sobbing, that she
bent me over the couch and fucked me, first my cunt and then my arse. I was sobbing
all the time she fucked me, but I couldn’t have bared for her to stop. She pulled the
nip chain as I came so hard it pulled right off my nipples.

She led me, still sobbing, into the bedroom and got into bed with me, and held me in
her arms till I slept. I woke in the night to find her gently masturbating me, and when
she realised I was awake, she put her other hand round behind me and a finger into
my arse. It was gentle loving fucking, while I suckled her breast. Afterwards I drifted
back to sleep in her arms, with my mouth still against her breast.

Day24   When the alarm clock woke me she was gone. I don’t know when she
left, but she had tidied up the apartment and stacked the dishes. My nipple
chain was in its box by the bedside. Before I got dressed I stood and looked
at myself in the mirror. I have red marks on my breasts, thighs and bottom.
I stood gazing at them, and my hand crept down to my pussy. I was shocked to
find how wet I was, just from looking at the red marks, I managed to control
myself and get dressed, but I really did want to masturbate standing there.

Later in Diana’s office she turned me round and raised my skirt and gazed for ages
as my bottom. It was still red from the night before, though it was fading. She didn’t
say much, just that it looked gorgeous, and sent me back to work with a gentle slap
on it.

She has said that we are going to her club tonight. I didn’t know what to say, but she
said that she won’t let me get involved with Laurie again so I guess it will be all right.
She will come and collect me from my apartment.

Quickie first?? That will be nice!

Diana arrived early, I had just make up my breasts and hadn’t got dressed, so I
thought, what the hell, I’m hoping for a quickie anyway, so I kept her waiting at the
door while I put on my nipple chain then opened the door naked. I realised I’d done
up the nipple thing too tight, but it was too late to alter that.

Diana was delighted, and we had our quickie, which left me with a red bottom
again!

In the taxi she began to caress my pussy. I leaned back and spread my legs
for her. I don’t know if the taxi driver was watching in his mirror, I didn’t care.

But she is so so good at it, she knows exactly when I’m about to cum, and
she slowed right down and wouldn’t let me. When I saw we were nearly there I
was reduced to saying Please Diana, but she said that would have to wait.

As usual we sat down with her friends, Laurie was already there, and moved
to sit the other side of me. She soon had her hand on my leg but Diana
picked it up and removed it. They glared at each other, but D is a tough
lady and Laurie backed down. Diana took me onto the dance floor, and soon
had her hands under my skirt and onto my bottom, I felt certain that
everyone would be able to see my bare red arse.

Indeed they could, because later, when Diana went to the bar, Laurie leaned
over me, hand back on my thigh, she asked me how Diana had made my arse
so red. I was so embarrassed and humiliated, I just shook my head, but she
persisted, and I told her with a whip. She smiled and said it looked lovely,
she’d love to caress it, and did I want to dance? I told her no I didn’t.

She gave me a piece of paper with her phone number on. She said that none of
Diana’s girlfriends lasted very long, and when Diana had had enough of me,
to give her a call. She had her other hand on her ‘cock’ and was stroking
it, I realised I was staring at it, and hastily dragged my eyes away, blushing furiously.

We saw Diana returning, so Laurie took her hand off my thigh (it had been creeping
up and had just about reached my pussy) and I hurriedly put her note in my purse.

Back at her flat Diana did the smile and the raised eyebrow thing and I quickly
undressed as sexily as I could. (I still hate the way I respond to her signals, but I was
too horny to deal with that issue). I wanted to do it slowly and sexily, but by then I was
gagging for it, as they say, and I couldn’t get my clothes off quickly enough. After I
had stood for inspection, legs apart, pussy and upper thigh glistening, feeling shame
and embarrassment, she undressed herself, except for her bra again, and put
the thing on. I sat on her knee facing her, and at last we fucked!!! I did reach
behind her and remove her bra and she didn’t stop me so I had those fantastic
breasts to hold, but then she told me to put my arms behind me and
hold onto her knees. She began to slap my breasts, making them jiggle about,
Needless to say this had me crying out with pain/humiliation/joy and I  fucked her
even harder. Of course I soon came, and collapsed into her arms, where she held me
and kissed and cuddled me with the thing still in my pussy.

When I got home and was getting my keys out of my purse I found Laurie’s
note. I was about to throw it away when something stopped me. I folded it up
and put it in a drawer. I am confused about Laurie. I remembered her hand
creeping up my leg. And I remembered that I had done nothing to stop it.

With shame I remember how totally I succumbed to her that first time. And Diana had
been deliberately keeping me aroused and horny. I’m also confused why I lied and
told Laurie that Diana had whipped me. She hadn’t actually, she had just spanked me
with her hand, but somehow that seemed feeble when Laurie asked me the question.

I can’t get Laurie out of my head, she’s the type of aggressive lesbian I hate, but I can’
t forget how much she excites me. Looking back to this evening, I realised that I was
disappointed that the Diana got back just before Laurie’s hand reached my pussy. If I
didn’t want her, why did I open my legs for her?


© 2008 Sarah