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Femme Fatale

By: Cal Y. Pygia



Derek sighed heavily, his eyes scanning the bank of security monitors, each of which showed a different view of Femme Fatale. A month ago, he'd taken the job as a security guard for the woman's clothing store because he needed the money and because he supposed that watching the store - or, more specifically, the ladies' dressing rooms would provide him with the opportunity to ogle half-naked women. Unfortunately, for some reason, despite the store's stylish clothing, few women shopped at Femme Fatale. Derek's days were spent monitoring racks and shelves of skirts, blouses, panties, bras, shoes, bikinis, and other feminine attire, but in ogling very few women. Most of the ones who did enter one of the dressing rooms were unusually tall and, for the most part, rather ugly. They were also careful about undressing, so Derek caught precious few glimpses of topless tops or bottomless bottoms. The job, far from delivering the prurient excitement he'd hoped for, was boring in the extreme. Derek had decided that today would be his last. He needed a job, sure, but he didn't need this one. At the end of his shift, he'd inform Dell, the store's manager.

Having made up his mind to quit, Derek slumped in his seat. He had to watch the stupid store for only another hour; then, he was free.

Ten minutes later, he was almost asleep, when he caught sight of a fine-looking woman entering one of the dressing rooms, a thong bikini on a clothes hanger in hand.

She was unusually tall, like most of Femme Fatale's patrons, but she definitely wasn't ugly. Wavy blonde tresses cascaded over her delicate shoulders, to the middle of her sculpted back, and she had the deepest blue eyes Derek had ever seen. Her lips were as full and sensuous as her nose was petite. She had full, high, firm, round breasts, and he could see the nipples beneath the taut fabric of her tank top. Her pierced navel sported a small gold ring. She wore tight, low-riding jeans that dipped below her hips, showing her lower belly in front and the dimples in the small of her back behind. Just looking at this beautiful babe made Derek's cock hard. He unzipped himself, taking his stiff, swollen penis in his fist, and began to masturbate as he watched the customer undress, totally unaware that she was being observed over a closed-circuit television system.

She pulled her tiny tank top off, over her head, revealing a white brassiere trimmed in lavender lace and pink ribbons. She hung the top on a hook on the back of the dressing room door. Derek's cock became harder.

Kicking off her high heels, she unzipped her jeans, pushing them down, over her hips and her creamy, smooth thighs, past her knees, and down her calves, stepping out of the low-riders and hanging them beneath the top, on the same dressing room hook. She wore matching white panties, adorned with the same lavender lace and pink ribbons with which the bra was decorated. Derek's cock thickened. 

Her hands tugged the panties down her long, sleek legs, and she stepped out of them, too. She was now completely naked. Her back was toward Derek, so he couldn't see her genitals. He wondered whether she was blonde below, as she was above. Maybe she kept her cunt shaved, he thought, the better to show the little cleft of her sex. His balls ached.

The gorgeous blonde strapped on the bikini top. Derek watched her slender fingers fasten the garment behind her back. Now, only her lovely ass remained bare. He wished she'd turn, so he could see her tits again and enjoy the sight of her cunt for the first time. Instead, she lifted a foot, stepping into the thong bottom. Then, she lifted her other leg, but lost her balance. She flung out her arms, managing to catch herself. However, in her struggle, she'd hopped a few steps, turning, so that she faced the camera, and Derek's eyes widened as, below the trim patch of blonde pubic hair, as downy as dandelion fuzz, he saw her tiny penis bob in front of the small, swaying bag of her scrotum. She wasn't a chick, Derek thought. She was a guy!

No, he corrected himself, she was a chick - a chick with a dick - the first transsexual Derek had ever seen, other than in a magazine or a video. A clear drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, oozed from the purple tip of his glans. Derek gripped his cock more tightly, and his fist began to pump up and down as he masturbated more vigorously. Since he'd first learned that such fabulous creatures as shemales existed, Derek had been obsessed with the androgynous creatures who were neither male nor female while being, at the same time, both. He'd longed to meet - or even see - one, but he'd had to content himself with photographs of them rather than with encountering a transsexual in the flesh - at least, he had until now.

His fist jerked up and down, pulling and pushing the taut flesh back and forth on the shaft of his stiff, hard penis as he admired the transsexual's full tits, round ass, and diminutive cock and balls. He imagined fucking her, fast and hard, in her magnificent derriere, sucking her soft, limp cock until it was firm enough to spurt her salty white seed into his hungry mouth, and having her take his own throbbing erection into the warm-soft-wetness of her mouth. In a moment, he'd lost control. Thighs shuddering, hips bucking, and cock straining, he spurted jet after jet of his thick, white semen onto the monitor, covering the transsexual in the hot-pink thong with wads of his semen so that the fluid trickled over her tits, ass, cock, balls, and legs. Hastily, he stood, yanking his pants up and zipping himself. He hurried from the back room, into the store.

Cindy, the sales clerk, looked surprised to see him, but Derek hardly noticed. His attention was on the beautiful transsexual who'd just purchased the hot-pink thong.

"This store is fantastic," she told Cindy, "and it has all the right sizes for taller girls like me."

"Femme Fatale caters to girls like you," Cindy said. "That's why we don't get many genetic girls as customers. Unfortunately, we don't get all that many transsexuals, either. It looks like we may have to close."

"Why is that?"

Cindy shrugged. "We're new. We're also off the beaten track. I mean, this isn't exactly L. A."

"No, but it's close." She held out her hand. "I'm Daphne," she introduced herself.

Cindy shook her hand. "Cindy."

"Femme Fatale is too good a store to go out of business - and it won't, not after I write an article about it in my magazine."

"You're a publisher?"

Daphne nodded, smiling. "Transsexual Express. Have you read it?"

"Are you kidding? I'm a subscriber!"

Daphne gave Cindy an appraising look. "You?"

Cindy grinned. "Yes, I'm a transsexual, too."

Derek's cock was rising again. The front of his pants was bulging. He couldn't believe his ears! Cindy was a transsexual, too! He'd worked at Femme Fatale for an entire month and had never guessed the tall, pretty sales clerk was a shemale. He, who'd longed to meet a transsexual for years, had worked alongside one for the past four weeks and, today, he'd encountered a second, even lovelier one!

Daphne seemed to catch sight of Derek for the first time. She smiled at him, licking her lips. "Oooh! A handsome stud works here, too?"

Cindy introduced them.

"What are you two doing after work?" Daphne asked.

"Nothing that can't be put off," Cindy said.

"The same," Derek blurted.

"Why don't you stop by my place?" She wrote the address on the back of a Transsexual Express business card, handing it to Cindy. "We can work on the article about Femme Fatale - among other things."

"It's a date," Cindy agreed.

"Definitely," Derek seconded.

Daphne glanced down, at the erection that bulged in the front of Derek's pants. "Bring that with you," she suggested.

Daphne lived in an exclusive penthouse apartment that overlooked San Diego Bay. Everything was white - the walls; the ceilings; the wall-to-wall carpet that covered the floors in every room, except the two bathrooms, which were laid with white tile; the couches, chairs, and tables; the bedsteads and dressers; even the lamps and shades.

"Wow," Derek said.

"It looks like heaven," Cindy remarked.

Derek studied the framed covers of Transsexual Express that decorated one of the walls. Beautiful shemales smiled at him among titles that referred to the social, political, and sexual topics discussed within each issue. "Very impressive," he said.

"Thanks. Can I get you anything? A drink? Some refreshments? A blowjob?"

Cindy blushed. "I could use a little lip service."

Daphne smiled. "Why don't we take our clothes off and get comfortable."

Within minutes, they were all naked. Derek was erect. The girls, their own penises small, soft, and limp, grinned at his stiff, upright cock. "I'm glad to see you brought that with you, as I asked," Daphne quipped.

She led her guests into her boudoir, which was occupied by the biggest bed that Derek and Cindy had ever seen. It made a king-size look small by comparison. "That's some bed!" Derek declared.

"I had it custom made," Daphne confided. She climbed onto the gargantuan piece of furniture. "Won't you join me?" she invited, patting the mattress.

Cindy and Derek climbed aboard.

Cindy lay on her back. Daphne knelt between her parted knees, taking Cindy's small, soft penis into her mouth. Derek knelt behind Daphne, guiding his thick, hard cock into the cleavage between her round, smooth buttocks. As Daphne nursed Cindy's limp penis to erection, Derek slid his prick through the tight circle of Daphne's anus, shoving his hips forward steadily until his thick manhood filled her rectum.

As Cindy's prick thickened, lengthened, and swelled, Daphne began to bob her head up and down, in a slow, steady rhythm, pumping her rounded lips back and forth upon Cindy's saliva-glistening shaft. Cindy writhed on the bed, moaning with pleasure.

While Daphne sucked Cindy's cock, Derek began fucking Daphne's impaled ass with his own prick, driving the thick organ all the way into her bottom before withdrawing it until only the glans remained within the sphincter. He paused to enjoy the sensations that her frantically fluttering asshole created around the shaft of his penis before plunging his member back through the flexing ring of muscle, deep into her bowels. With each lunge, he drove his cock into her with increased force until he was pounding her ass hard, his belly thumping against the upper curves of her buttocks and his balls slapping against the lower cheeks, her own balls, and her perineum. Daphne, like Cindy, began to moan. Their soft grunts and groans inflamed Derek's passion, and he forced his cock into Daphne's ass as hard and fast as he could, assaulting her as if his erect penis were a battering ram by which he meant to rend her asunder.

Now that Cindy's little penis had stiffened and swelled to the point that it stood erect, Daphne licked and kissed and sucked on the diminutive member, working hard to keep the transsexual's manhood upright. Derek could hear occasional slurping sounds, which excited him and made him drive his prick still harder and faster than before, pounding his groin furiously against Daphne's skewered buttocks. He watched the sleek, round mounds flatten before each thrust and spring back as he momentarily retreated.

Their moans quickened in pace, even as they deepened in timbre, and Derek added his own grunts and sighs to the animalistic noises as he banged away at Daphne's ass. Finally, Cindy reached the point of no return, and a few feeble spurts of her opalescent semen oozed more than gushed from her cock. Daphne licked up every drop, enjoying the salty treat. Derek, likewise, attained orgasm. Waves of pleasure flooded his loins, and his cock strained inside Daphne's ass. Abruptly, his thick, warm seed flooded from his convulsing penis, filling Daphne's rectum. They collapsed upon the huge bed, panting, awash in their own and each other's sweat, Daphne's lips smeared with Cindy's semen, and her ass streaked with cream from Derek's balls.

After they'd rested, Daphne asked, "Who wants to do what to whom?" and they were soon sucking and fucking again, activities that they repeated throughout the evening and promised to repeat on a regular and continuous basis, as often as possible.

A month later, in his office at Femme Fatale, Derek, eyeing the monitor by which he maintained secret surveillance of the women's dressing room, watched one after another fabulously beautiful transsexual undress as she tried on an evening gown, pantsuit, dress, or other stylish garment. He grinned. It looked as though he wouldn't be giving his notice after all. Being a security guard for Femme Fatale had suddenly become a whole lot more exciting than it had been for the past month, now that Daphne's article had appeared in Transsexual Express and Femme Fatale was crowded wall-to-wall with beautiful shemales wanting to try on bras and panties, skirts and blouses, and jeans and bikinis. He watched the shemale he'd spied on in the dressing room walk out of the store, her tight ass swaying provocatively in her taut low-riders. He recalled the sight of her delightful derriere in the orange pink thong bottom, with the single, thin strap running upward, through her cleavage, to unite with the band around her waist, and his balls ached worse. His jutting cock had made the front of his pants a tent. He couldn't wait to see Daphne naked again, especially since the beautiful shemale was hot to suck and fuck.

Cindy smiled at his erection. "I have a break coming," she told him, "and I like cream in my coffee. Interested?"

"Lead the way," he said, grinning. Yes, sir, Derek told himself as he watched Cindy's ass swivel in her tight skirt, he was going to enjoy working here. He might not be promoted, but he was certain to get a raise every day!  

Femme Fatale



Secret Agent Sledge Riprock walked into his boss's office, his broad shoulders barely fitting through the doorframe. The Chief nodded toward a chair. Sledge sat, his sculpted glutes sliding easily inside the fine wool of his expertly tailored Savile Row suit.

The Chief took his pipe out of his mouth and looked levelly at Riprock. "Sledge, I've got a new assignment for you. It's very dangerous."

"That's my favorite kind, Chief," said Sledge, his lantern jaw jutting out over the desk.

The Chief tossed a dossier in front of Sledge. "Your assignment is a very lethal Russian assassin. We need her neutralized. She has killed or otherwise eliminated seven of our top agents. Her primary weapon is sex."

Sledge leafed through the folder. The first item was a glossy black and white photo of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her name was stamped across the top. He knew her well.

"Colonel Tatiana Igetzemov!" exclaimed Sledge. "She was a top assassin for the KGB, and is now the deadliest agent in the Russian secret service. I've been wanting to get a crack at her for years. When do I start?"

"Immediately," said the Chief, tossing a plane ticket on the desk in front of Sledge. "Do you have a plan?"

"Yes," said Sledge, smoothing his lapels and tucking the ticket into an inside pocket. "I will allow her to capture me. Then I'll turn the full power of my manly charms upon her. I know exactly how to turn evil female agents into blubbering piles of goo." He glanced down at his crotch. "One ride on my muscle of love and she'll be eating out of my hand and begging to mend her evil ways. She'll be working for us within the week."

"Well, be careful," said the Chief. "She is more dangerous than any other target I've ever sent you against. She can kill with a smile. She can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies."

Sledge rolled his eyes. "Thanks. Now that song will be running through my head all day."

**************

Secret Agent Sledge Riprock stepped in through the door of the Golden Tulip Restaurant in downtown Casablanca, Morocco. All eyes turned to stare at him. He was radiant in his crisp white tuxedo, with his broad shoulders, trim waist, taut buttocks, lantern jaw, and slicked back hair. The maître d'hôtel came running up to him, obsequiously bowing and wringing his hands.

"Does Monsieur have a reservation?" he asked, groveling.

"Certainly," said Sledge, sliding a 100 Dirham note into the host's breast pocket. "The name is Riprock. Sledge Riprock."

"This way, Monsieur Riprock," said the maître d', bowing and scraping, and leading our hero to a secluded table in an alcove. Sledge seated himself, careful not to ruin the crease in the trousers of his Armani tux.

Moments later, a swarthy waiter placed an ice-cold up glass on the table, ice crystals still swirling in the gin. "Wonderful to see you back in Casablanca, Monsieur Riprock," he said with a bow.

"Thank you, Hadji," said Sledge, taking a sip of the martini. Ah, they remembered, he thought, just the way I like them. His hand reached for the small dish of dates on the table in front of him.

As Sledge munched dates and studied the menu, a shadow suddenly fell across his table. He looked up, and found himself staring into a dark, sensuous face with full glowing eyes, moist luscious lips, and coal-black hair. The face of his quarry, of course.

"Haff you been vaiting long, darling?" asked the sultry beauty, in a thick Russian accent.

"Not at all, my little dumpling," said Sledge, playing along and half rising from his chair. "Please..." He indicated the other chair at the table.

The sensuous vamp snapped her fingers at Hadji, who bowed and nodded, then scurried away. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Agent Riprock," she said.

"You too, Colonel Igetzemov," said Sledge. "I've been tracking you for a long time."

"Yes, I know," she said. "You haff been most determined. I felt it time we finally settle things, once and for all."

Hadji returned, and placed a chilled glass of vodka in front of the Colonel. He also set down several small platters of food, including a plate of Baba Ghanoush, a dish of Hünkar Beğendi, and a bowl of Kokoreç, before bowing and disappearing once more.

Sledge helped himself to a few of the delicacies. "How do you suggest that we 'settle things,' Colonel?" he asked. "Do you wish to surrender to me now?"

The Russian raised her glass to her mouth, and pressed it erotically to her plump, sensuous lips. "Nyet, not at all," cooed the Russian, swallowing a mouthful of vodka. "I propose that I take care of you the same vay that I haff taken care of the last seven of your countrymen. I vill fuck you to death."

"Very interesting," said Sledge. "But suppose that I fuck you to death first?"

Colonel Igetzemov laughed; a small snorting sound. "Not very likely, my dear Agent Riprock. I eat men like you for breakfast. Providing that they survive until breakfast, that is."

Sledge suddenly felt queasy. He tried to stand, failed, and sat back down. "What the...," he said, as the room began to spin.

"Poisoned Kokoreç," said the Colonel, as she drained her glass of vodka. Then Sledge felt the floor slam upward to meet his face.

*******************

Sledge Riprock awoke with a start. He was instantly alert, and took in his surroundings with darting eyes. He was still in his tux, seated in a comfortable chair, in a softly lit room. To his surprise, he was unbound. He glanced around. The room also contained a huge bed, a nightstand on each side of the bed, and one other chair. In the chair was Colonel Igetzemov. She was dressed in a black leather catsuit.

Sledge rose carefully to his feet. So did the Colonel. She looked at him through her dark, sparkling eyes. "Well, Agent Riprock. Are you ready to be fucked to death?"

"Hit me with your best shot, Tovarishch," said Sledge. "You are about to meet your match."

Agent Igetzemov reached to her throat, and pulled down the zipper of her outfit from her neck to her navel. She shrugged her shoulders, and the catsuit fell away from her body, draping itself on the floor in a smooth black puddle. She stood there naked in all her glory.

Sledge loosened the bowtie of his tux and flung it across the room. He shrugged out of his jacket. He flexed his pecs and his shirt found itself in tatters on the floor. He yanked the belt from his waist in one swift motion, and kicked his Florsheims across the room. One gyration of his hips and his trousers and boxers joined his other garments on the carpet.

The two super-spies regarded each other, naked, across the room.

Colonel Igetzemov saw a fine specimen of a man; broad shoulders, rippling pecs, sculpted abs, flat hips, legs like tree trunks. And a cock as long and hard as a pipe-bomb, with a head the size of a Granny Smith apple.

Agent Riprock saw a woman as lithe and sensuous as a panther, and as dangerous as a hydrogen bomb with a short fuse. He looked her up and down, from head to toe. Her hair, jet black and full, framed her sensuous face like a satanic halo. Her neck, long and sinewy, looked as powerful as an anaconda. Her shoulders were milky white and rounded, but muscled and strong. Her breasts hung on her chest like two ripe cantaloupes, with just the perfect amount of sag. Her nipples pointed straight forward, as stiff and brown as two wine corks.

Her hands were on her hips, her arms slim but muscular. Her fingers were long and sensuous, with nails painted the color of fresh blood. Her stomach was flat and ripped, smooth and taut below her perfectly formed ribcage. Her hips were broad and round. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a tidy patch, as neat and triangular as Lenin's beard. Her legs were long and lithe and creamy, her quads rippling in barely restrained anticipation. She was poised on the balls of her two perfectly formed feet, well arched and smooth, with perfectly shaped toes and nails that matched her fingers.

After this tour of her body, Sledge returned his gaze to her face. It was grim and determined. They both knew that only one of them would leave this room alive.

Sledge broke the silence. "Exactly how does one die, Colonel, when one finds oneself fucked to death?"

"It depends," said the Russian femme fatale. "Sometimes they die of heart failure. Other times, they suffocate. In extreme cases, they succumb when their internal organs are ejaculated out through their urethra. I dare say in your case, it will be a combination of all of these effects."

"Very interesting," said Sledge. "In my experience, I have rarely fucked a woman literally to death. It would be a waste of quality pussy, in my opinion. Normally, one orgasm from me is all that it takes to make them renounce their wicked ways, embrace charity and virtue, and pledge to me their undying love in the service of goodness and niceness." He arched his eyebrows twice in her directions, and blew her a kiss.

"Well, you can forget about that derr-mo this time, Agent Riprock." said the Colonel. "But I'll grant you the first move. As they say in the decadent West, bring it on!"

Sledge Riprock stepped forward, and reached for the Colonel. He grabbed her by opposite shoulder and hip, and tossed her lightly to the bed. She landed on her back. He leapt onto the mattress, between her legs, and spread her knees apart. Kneeling between her thighs, he guided his gigantic cock to her well-trimmed pussy. Her lips were already spread, glistening with the womanly dew of excitement. He pressed his hips forward, and placed his gigantic cockhead against her moist lips. Two thrusts of his hips and he was in.

The Colonel moaned lightly in her throat as Sledge pressed his advantage. In and out he stabbed his massive manhood, sliding lewdly in and out of her well-oiled pussy. He looked down, and watched as her slick brown outer lips alternately slid inward and outward along with his thrusting, stabbing schlong. He glanced up at her face, to see her half-lidded eyes and panting mouth, as she enjoyed every violent thrust of his relentless fucking.

As the Russian agent became more and more aroused, her clit swelled. When it popped free of its hood, Sledge moistened his thumb in his mouth, and then pressed it to the tumescent bud. He swirled and stroked his stiff digit against her love button, in time with his thrusting and stabbing into her mighty vagina with his rigid cock.

Sweat broke out on Colonel Igetzemov's forehead. This is it, thought Sledge. In mere moments she will be mine. His hips continued their relentless thrusting, vibrating like a paint mixer in a hardware store. His thumb flicked back and forth on her clit like a telegraph operator with epilepsy. Before long, he brought her to a thunderous orgasm.

The Colonel shook mightily and screamed out loud. Her body arched and spasmed and nearly levitated off the bed. A flush ran through her body, from head to toe and back again, and then she lay still.

Sledge pulled his still-hard cock out from her dripping snatch and watched her face. He fully expected her to pledge her undying love to him then and there, and to offer to join him in his fight against evil. But no.

Instead, she sat up on the bed, and reached into a drawer on one of the nightstands. She took out an emery board and began to nonchalantly file her fingernails. "Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all. But hardly the quality of sex that I expected from a super-agent such as yourself."

"Oh, and I suppose that you can do better?" asked Sledge, incredulous. She should be a simpering idiot by now, he thought, crawling on her belly and begging him to take her home with him!

"That should not be too hard," said the Colonel, rising to her knees on the bed. She grabbed Sledge and threw him to his back, then quickly turned and straddled his face, jamming her still-sopping pussy down onto his mouth.

Sledge was nearly suffocated as the Colonel's muscular thighs compressed his skull. He then felt her mouth descend onto his raging hard-on, engulfing his gigantic cock-head. Against his will, he gave himself over to the pleasure.

Still squeezing his noggin in the death-grip of her thighs, her mouth assaulted his engorged penis. She licked and slurped the mighty head, lapping all around the rim and into the slit with her talented tongue. She wrapped both of her hands around the shaft and slowly jacked them back and forth as her jaws worked the head with talent honed over many years of sexual combat. 

No woman had ever before taken Sledge's enormous cock-head into her mouth, but the Colonel had uncanny talent, and nearly unhinged her jaws, snake-like, to take it all inside of her wet, warm, loving, talented mouth. She plunged her face downward to meet her curling hands, and somehow managed to completely engulf the gigantic tool. Sucking, licking, and stroking, she stimulated the swollen man-meat of the gargantuan cock with all of her talent, over and over, finally bringing Sledge to an orgasm of epic proportions, so that he shot forth a geyser of spunk deep into her throat. Spurt after spurt met swallow after swallow, and each white rope of jism found itself down her gullet and into her stomach. Sledge nearly passed out from the warm waves of pleasure.

But his swoon was brief. Fluttering his eyes back open, he grasped the Colonel's hips and tossed her off of him and onto her back. "That was not a bad little blowjob, Colonel," he said, condescendingly. "You have potential. But now it is once again my turn to show you who is your daddy."

Plunging face first into her crotch, Sledge snaked his nearly prehensile tongue deep into the womanly caverns of her vagina. In and out, back and forth, up and down went his muscular tongue; dancing on her outer lips, stroking her inner lips, coiling and caressing the sugar walls of her vagina. His teeth, ever so gently, nipped and kneaded at her clit, as his fingers stretched and stimulated the tissues surrounding her nether regions. With his other hand, he shoved first one finger, then two, and finally three into her moist and sopping pussy, rubbing and massaging her G-spot. 

Agent Riprock's efforts soon paid off. As the Colonel's twitching thighs clamped tighter and snugger about his ears, he knew that he had her on the ropes; he increased the pressure of his tongue, his fingers, his teeth; he accelerated the tempo of his assault; he upped the ante of his full-fledged frontal ferocity on all of her most delicate and sensitive tissues. And then, in one final burst of fury, he unloaded his every trick at once: tongue and teeth, fingers and face, he gave her all he had with guns blazing, bringing her to a higher high than any woman he had yet to face!

The Colonel screamed and yodeled; she shuddered and convulsed; she secreted quarts of fluid from her vagina until Sledge's face looked like a glazed donut. And finally, she lay still, panting, her pale skin flushed.

Sledge got up on his knees and favored her with his best and haughtiest grin. "Ready to come home with me now, Colonel? And to join the team of goodness and righteousness?"

But the Colonel hoisted herself up to a sitting position and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "Very pleasant, my dear Agent Riprock. Thank you for the modest orgasm. But I am not ready to concede. My turn."

She pushed Sledge back down onto the bed on his back, and gave his oversized cock a few quick flicks of her wrist; soon it was once again admiring the chandelier. She crouched over his hips, hovering her moist and nearly prehensile pussy over the head of his monster cock. She poised for precious seconds, and then plunged downward, taking him up to her cervix in one quick, violent thrust. Placing her manicured hands on his broad chest, she pressed her buttocks down to his hips, and began furiously fucking him, cowgirl style.

As Colonel Igetzemov vibrated her pelvis up and down, jack-hammer style, on Agent Riprock's tower of power, her hands clenched involuntarily into his chest hair, nearly ripping it out by the roots. He stared into her face, reveling in the pain of his chest hair follicles. He felt the voluptuous, sensuous, irresistible pleasure of her silken pussy sliding up and down on his manhood, all the while drinking in the harsh and dangerous beauty of her facial features. As the skin of his penis felt her moist sliding vaginal tissues, he gazed deeply into her dark eyes, her full sensuous lips, her high cheekbones, and her quick clever darting tongue, licking again and again at the corners of her cruel and clever mouth. She was like no woman he had ever before met. But he resolved not to let her conquer him.

Colonel Igetzemov continued to wriggle and gyrate her pelvis on Agent Riprock's super-sized schlong. She felt his enormous cock-head ramming against her cervix; she felt his outsized shaft stretching her lips to the breaking point. But she would not yield; the Motherland needed her complete dedication! She thrusted and wriggled faster and faster, up and down, side to side, right and left and in and out. Finally, eventually, she felt his scrotum tighten under her taint, and knew that his orgasm was imminent. As he tensed and began to shoot, she bore down all the harder with her crotch, and planted her mouth on his, invading his mouth with her tongue in a deep and intense soul kiss.

Agent Riprock exploded! He shot jolt after jolt of white pearly cum deep into the Colonel's pussy, all the while doing his best to swallow her tongue into his throat. Her breasts mashed against his rippling pecs, and his arms sought out her buttocks. He even imagined that she climaxed herself as his massive tool spasmed wantonly within her womanhood.

The two super-agents lay quiescent for several minutes, the cool Russian agent atop the manly Western spy. But before long they sprung apart, neither willing to admit being affected by the other.

"Ha!" said the Colonel. "You have been conquered by my superior sexual skills! Crawl at my feet, western pig-dog!"

"Not bloody likely, Colonel," said Sledge. "You continue to be a pleasant dalliance between the sheets, but have yet to prove yourself my superior."

The Colonel glared at him, eyes red and glowing with something that might have been hatred. "And I suppose that you can do better, Tovarishch?" she said.

"We'll see." Sledge grabbed her and manhandled her into an all-fours position on the bed. He came up behind her, his cock still at full mast. Foregoing her pussy, he pressed the baseball-sized head of his cock up against her asshole. "Now, you will learn of the full power of my love-making skills, Colonel. God bless the Queen!" And with that, he plunged his tool deep within her Bolshevik bunghole.

"ARgghghgh!!" yelled the Colonel, but only briefly. As the outsized glans invaded her sphincter and began to massage her colon, she began to twitch and moan in incredible pleasure. Sledge continued to thrust and stab, poke and stroke, and dominate her chocolate chakra for nearly an hour. Eventually, limp as a rag-doll, the Colonel collapsed on the bed, swooning in uncontrollable pleasure. 

As she lay there quiescent, Sledge pulled out of her pink starfish and retreated to one of the chairs in the room. He lit up a custom-made cigarette and waited for the Colonel to concede defeat. But he was to be disappointed yet again.

The Colonel rolled over to her back. She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and got to her feet. She looked Sledge in the eye. "Thank you, Agent Riprock. That was a very pleasant, if somewhat prosaic, diversion. We'll have to do it again some time. But for now, it is time for me to administer to you the coup de grace and put an end to this little silliness."

She went to the nightstand beside the bed, and pulled open the drawer. From within she removed a black harness, and a long, thick, purple dildo. It was as long and hard as a Louisville slugger, with a head like a croquet ball. Strapping the harness about her hips, she affixed the strap-on dildo in place. Turning quickly back and forth, she demonstrated the angular momentum of the cruel appendage. "Ready?" she asked.




Femme Fatale



Sledge looked at the oversized phallus and shrugged. "In my line of work, I must be ready for anything. Do your damndest, Colonel!" He got back on the bed, and assumed an all-fours position.

Colonel Igetzemov knee-walked up to his derriere. "This is it, you decadent Western swine. Prepare to suffer the ultimate indignity!" she announced, as she pressed the head of the gigantic dildo against his sphincter.

Pressing with all her might, the Colonel managed to push the head of the sadistic strap-on past Agent Riprock's anus with an audible "pop!" Further pushing and swinging from her hips, she thrust it deeper and deeper into his colon. Agent Riprock was well acquainted with the techniques of surviving torture; he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, until it turned to pleasure. His colon, well trained for such tortuous duty, excelled at enduring just this type of abuse. Soon he was thrusting back in his own turn, slamming his buttocks back into the Colonel's hips, tolerating, enjoying, and even loving the awesome buttfucking that he was forced to endure.

"Is that all you've got, Colonel?" he asked, through gritted teeth. "Not bad, but I expected worse from an evil mastermind such as yourself!"

The Colonel only swung harder and faster, and with greater cruelty. She reached around his hips and grabbed his giant cock in her hand, her blood-colored fingernails contrasting with the pale white flesh of his tube of love. She jacked and stroked his cock as she pounded and pummeled his asshole and his prostate. Faster and deeper, harder and longer, she continued her assault, until the inevitable occurred. Sledge reared up on his knees, pounded his chest with his fists, roared in a combination of pain and triumph, and launched a rope of jism against the far wall that nearly chipped the plaster. Then he collapsed to the sheets.

Colonel Igetzemov followed him down to the mattress, exhausted, lying on his muscular back, her cheek between his massive shoulder blades. Her hand was still wrapped around his wilting cock. They both fell into a deep sleep.

An hour later, they awoke, entangled on the bed. Carefully and formally, they extracted themselves from each other and went to neutral chairs to discuss the state of affairs.

"Well?" asked Sledge. "Are you ready to surrender to me?"

"Ha! I think not!" said the Colonel. "Are you prepared to yield to the superior sexuality of the Russian empire?"

"Not a chance," said Sledge, cracking his knuckles. "I could go all week. Only," he looked at his watch. "It's been a while since we've had anything to eat. Any chance of a snack in this joint of yours?"

"But of course," said the Colonel. "Russian hospitality is second to none. I'll take care of it." She picked up a telephone on the nightstand and spoke briefly in Russian. Then she turned to Sledge.

"I ordered three bottles of Dom Pérignon, roast duck, foie gras, ceviche, and five dozen oysters. Will that do?"

"Splendid!" said Sledge.

The food came, and the two super-spies gobbled it all up, sitting side by side and naked on the bed. Colonel Igetzemov even hoisted the final oyster, and slid it playfully into Agent Riprock's mouth as he swallowed it down.

When the food and beverages were gone, they once again faced off across the room.

"Ready to get back to it?" asked Sledge, his voice full of anticipation.

"Bring it on," said the Colonel, a playful twinkle in her eye.

*********************

Three days later, they lay in the bed side by side, his arm under her neck, her leg casually draped over his hips. "Are you ready to surrender?" he asked absentmindedly.

"Ha! You wish!!" she said languidly. "Whose turn is it, anyway?"

"I think it's yours," he said, hopefully. "I believe it's time for you to try to subdue me with one of your famous blowjobs. I may be close to succumbing, you know."

"Are you sure? I thought it was time for you to go down on me again," the Colonel protested. "I feel myself on the verge of being overcome by your efforts."

"You know, Tatiana," said Sledge thoughtfully, chewing his lip. "It might be time to take this little competition of ours to a new venue. This room, charming though it is, is becoming a bit tedious."

"Of course! You are correct, Comrade. I know of a delightful little resort in the Seychelles where we could screw each other into submission for months on end." 

"Not the Frégate Island?" asked Sledge. "It's one of my favorites!"

"Yes, exactly!! I have an account there," said Tatiana, her dark eyes twinkling.

"Call them up," said Sledge. "Tell Françoise at the front desk to have the Shangri-La suite ready for us. Put it on my tab."

Tatiana reached for the phone. Sledge groped for his trousers on the floor, found his cell phone.

"What are you doing?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Just checking in with the office. I'd better tell them that this mission is taking longer than I expected. With luck, it could stretch on for months!"



Femme Fatale



As long as I can remember, boys, men & women have been ogling me. My name is Nicole, I am 20 years old, 5.7ft, black hair, green eyes & built like a wet dream. My best feature is definitely my double D very fuckable breasts. I love the attention & go out of my way to arouse all & sundry. I have always been able to fuck whoever I wanted except for my best friend's dad, Mr. Kyle Donovan. He is soooo yummy!!! 

He is 39 years young, 6.3 ft, black hair tinted with silver, blue eyes & a 10 inch dick as thick as a soda can. Who would not want to fuck that? Fucking him became my whole reason for living since I saw him fucking his wife one night at the pool. I could not believe his stamina & I nearly fainted when I saw his gigantic dick. His cold, bitch of a wife, refused to give him head & only agreed to fuck him if he bought her a new Mercedes. Seems to me like she was one of the best paid prostitutes & did not even deserve any of the "gifts" she received. The stupid bitch, I will fuck him for free at the drop of a hat, no incentive necessary.

I slept over at their place quite a lot & I think that Chrissie, his daughter knew of my infatuation with her father because she always tried to get us alone, together. It never worked because the step bitch must have known that given half an opportunity, I will fuck her husband blind, so she was always present whenever I was there. Chrissie hated her step mother & would have done anything in her power to break up their marriage. When opportunities are few & far between, you have to create your own. 

Chrissie's birthday party was coming up & she told me that her father were throwing her a party & that he consented to fly her & the step bitch to Italy to do some shopping as a birthday gift the day after the party. In great detail, Chrissie informed me about their flight time & said that I was welcome to stay even after they have gone. She actually made me promise to stay. In hindsight, I now know that she was trying to get the ball rolling between her father & me. 

Dressed to fuck, I arrived at her party in a white, semi-transparent halter top mini dress, 4 inch stiletto's & no underwear. 

I may be a bit vain but I do know that everybody was checking me out throughout the evening, even Mr. D, Chrissie's dad. I asked the DJ to play a long slow song when he saw Mr. D & me dancing. Mr. D was dancing with everybody & I knew that my turn would eventually come up. Very patiently I waited & when he asked me, I gave the pre arranged sign to the DJ. 

Even before he pulled me tight into his arms, I felt his erection. Wow, 10 inches of thick aroused dick pressed against my pussy was making me cream. I have never been so turned on, ever! At least I now knew that I affected him similarly. Moving slowly, I guided him towards the darkest corner of the dance floor, he seemed oblivious to my nefarious plans. Taking his hand, I pulled it into the bodice of my almost non existent dress. I know that I shocked him but he did not remove his hand. Pushing into his palm, I rubbed my nipple sensuously across his rough appendage. Taking my nipple between his thumb & forefinger, he plucked roughly & had me moaning into his ear. 

By now his dick was almost bursting through his trousers & I just had to feel its pulsing thickness. I softly whispered that I wish that he would fuck me with his huge dick & started squeezing it. I could feel the wet spot on his trousers where he ejaculated pre-cum, straining to achieve fulfillment. No way was I going to jack him off, if he wanted to come, he would have to ejaculate inside of my quivering pussy.

Reluctantly removing my hand from his dick, I took his breast filled hand & slid it slowly down my body. My bare pussy pulsing in anticipation! Sliding his fingers across my pussy lips, he took control & inserted two fingers inside of my sopping wet pussy. His thumb caressing my engorged clitoris, I creamed on his hand. Slowly fucking me into oblivion with his hand, the music slowly came to a halt. Fuck, not now, not when I'm about to reach the most intense climax of my life!!! Moving apart, I promised him, later... 

Well, I guess that you could say that the rest of the evening was a global fuck up, me horny as shit & Mr. D trying to hide his erection from curious eyes. Deciding that I might as well go to bed when everybody started leaving, I left the party. Going to bed, I had to fingerfuck myself just to feel comfortable again. Next day I only awoke around noon. Chrissie & her step mom had already left hours ago for Italy. 

Leisurely taking a shower, I had to pleasure myself again just to get the edge off. Dressing in my skimpiest bikini & boy shorts, I went downstairs to have breakfast. There were still some of last night's guests that slept over sitting around dining room table, others were swimming, etc. Taking a breakfast roll & coffee, I went outside to work on my tan. 

Parking my horny butt next to Mr. D's lounger, I proceeded to slip off my shorts & sat down. Whoever said that real men should not wear speedo's, never saw Mr. D's dick squashed into ultra thin white lycra. Man oh man, I nearly came right there & then. I can't wait for the fabric to get wet; I definitely wanted a front row seat to that performance. 

Finishing my meager breakfast, I could see Mr. D eyeing my ample assets. Jiggling my DD's & slightly opening my legs to see if I could get a rise out of him, he covertly started rubbing his rising erection. Lying on my stomach, I asked him to rub suntan lotion on my backside, while slowly removing my bikini top. 

Very sensuously he started massaging the suntan lotion onto my back, every now & then lightly touching the sides of my ample breasts. Turning my head to the other side, I was faced with his enormous erection right in front of my face. What a gorgeous view, his cock head could not be contained inside of his speedo & taunted me mercilessly. How I wished that we were alone & that I could suck him dry. Holy shit, this was going to drive me insane. 

The whole day was dedicated to flirting & staying on the sharp edge of undiluted lust. By nightfall, everybody has thankfully left & I went outside again to relax in the Jacuzzi. Taking off my bikini, I slipped into the lukewarm bubbling water, knowing full well that Mr. D won't be far behind. 

Not five minutes after I came outside, Mr. D arrived with a bottle of champagne & two glasses. Taking off his robe, he still had the super sexy speedo on. He entered the Jacuzzi & sat opposite me filling the glasses. My breasts bobbing on the surface was mesmerizing him so I started playing with them. Holding a glass out to me, I asked him to stand up & bring it over to me. 

I really wanted to see his big fat cock through the wet fabric of his speedo. He slowly got up & once again I saw his fat cock head peeking at me. His cock was HUGE & I loved it! When he stood in front of me, I licked my lips & moved my head nearer to his cock. I started by licking his cock head while taking the glass from him. I asked him to remove his speedo & took a sip of champagne. Champagne still in my mouth, I tried to work his cock head into my warm mouth. 

It was difficult due to his size but ever so slowly I succeeded. Fucking his cock with my mouth, I deep throated him & started to hum. He nearly collapsed from pleasure. I am great at sucking cock & with his masterpiece gracing my lips; I did my best suck job ever. Sucking, deep throating & humming till he came in great spurts in my mouth while roaring his pleasure. Cum leaking from my juicy suck lips I cleaned him off completely. 

Slowly he sank back into the water next to me & pulled me on top of his lap. 

At this stage I was so horny I just wanted to fuck but Mr. D had other plans for me. He kissed me senseless while finger fucking my pussy. I moved closer to his cock & it was hard again. 

Fuck me Mr.D, Fuck me hard!

Baby, call me Kyle & I will fuck you, but first I want to have a taste of this juicy pussy.

Oh Kyle, I need your big fat cock inside of me, now!

No Baby, stand up, let me taste you. Slowly he pulled me up so that I stood open over him, my pussy bared in all its creamy glory.

Sucking my cunt lips into his mouth while fingering me with three fingers had me climax almost immediately. 

I'm cumming, oh fuck yeah I am going to spurt my cream into your mouth...

Give it to me baby, I need your honey on my tongue. 

I hoped that we would get to fuck now, but once again he started licking my pussy. Fluttering his tongue between my cunt lips, pushing his erect tongue deep into my pussy & then sucking my clit, WTF? This was way too much sensation for a horny slut on the edge of raping any man.

Suck me Kyle, I want to cream into your mouth again, oh please baby....

Screaming my second release, I grinded his mouth into my spurting pussy.

Slowly lowering me onto his lap again, his enormous fat cock rubbed against my very sensitive clit. What do you know, I came again...

Kyle did not stop, taking my ass cheeks into his hands; he rubbed my pussy against his cock until we were groaning again.

Do you want me to fuck you now baby? You have been teasing me for years & now I will fuck you senseless. I want you screaming my name when you cum, okay baby?

Anything Kyle, please just ram you big fat juicy cock into my pussy, I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't walk tomorrow. Fuck me now!

Lifting me, he turned & placed my hands on the rim of the Jacuzzi, while coaxing my legs apart. Pushing his cock between my legs but only rubbing my clit with his cock nearly had me out of my mind. 

Please Kyle, I need your cock now, I begged. Please, please, please... Fuck me now.

Taking his cock in one hand, he only entered hic cock head, swirled it around my pussy, then withdrawing completely.

I was going insane. Never have I ever felt so in lust. I swear, I would have fucked just about anything in my mindless state. 

Kyle pulled my back against his torso & told me how hard he was going to fuck me. His cock still rubbing against my pussy & his hands exploding against my engorged nipples. Pushing my tits up so that I could suck them had him bucking wildly against me. I knew that I had to have his cock inside of me soon so I started rubbing my clit then inserting my cum soaked fingers into his mouth. That did it...

Roughly pushing me forward again, no warning, he rammed his 10 inch fat cock inside of my tight pulsing pussy. Pain & pleasure mingled in my overly sensitized body. 

Do you like my big fat cock inside of you baby, fucking your pussy so hard? You drive me insane with need baby, I don't want to stop fucking you, ever.

Oh please Kyle, don't stop, don't ever stop, but I knew that we weren't going to last long. 

I love your cock baby, shoot your cum deep inside of me, I need to feel your juices boiling in my stomach. Shoot it now, I am cummingggg....!!!

Fuck, fuck, fuck baby, I am fucking you so hard, my cum is starting to spurt.....

Fuuuccckkk!!!!

Slamming hard into me, he kept his spurting cock against the opening of my cervix. Orgasm after orgasm rushed through me. Coherent thought fled & I could only hang on until he was wrung dry. 

Eventually he sat down with his still spurting cock inside of me, pushing me up & down his still hard cock & fingering my clit. Another, smaller orgasm had me milking the last juices from his cock. I could not believe it. I stopped counting the number of orgasms I had. I have been well & truly fucked.

Gently he turned my lips to his seeking mouth & gave me the softest most erotic kiss of my life.

Baby, I have never experienced anything as mind blowing as tonight. I will never give you up & I won't stop fucking you, is that clear?

Yes Kyle, I would have kept on trying to seduce you if you did not want to continue after tonight. I can't lose this; I think I am addicted to you.

Good baby, my wife can go to hell for all I care, the frigid bitch, I can't stand her anymore.

I know babe but don't leave her yet, I love the thrill of doing this behind her back. I want to fuck you while she is in the same house as us. I want to play with your cock while she sits across from us at the dining room table & feel you cum into my hand. I want to.....



Femme Fatale



"Alright you blood sucking bitch let's get this over with," Said Eric as the succubus raised him with one hand into the air to look him in the face. 

"What a thing to say to the most exciting creature that ever entered into your dreary little existence. I'm not going to kill you Eric, I'm going to fuck you. I want you. I need you. I need your body and I promise you'll love it. Your ecstasy could never compare to mine. Your body will shake and tremble in ways you've never imagined. I'm lonely Eric, I need someone," Said the Succubus.

"You need help lady," Eric whined.

"You watch your mouth. I need sex more than anything. I thrive at night and sex was made for the night. Rubs her body against his as he pleads for his life. My body lusts for ecstasy and I must have souls to continue this power." Said the Succubus in a matter of fact manner.

"If you offer to me your body for pleasure. I will keep you from eternal bondage." The temptress said.

"So you're looking for a long term commitment from me?" Eric asked incredulously.

"Fuck me forever and I will give you your life in exchange." She offered.

"Alright let's get this fucking session over with." Snapped Eric. 

"You mean one, of many series to come." She corrected him.

The succubus began to undress Eric as she slowly used her mouth and tongue to trail kisses and licks up and down his neck. They were both naked as she fondled Eric's hard cock; he hadn't felt this good since his last sexual encounter six months ago.

Eric could feel the succubus hot breath along his neck as her fingers traced his inner thighs. He felt his body tingle from the sensations of her touch. She guided her fingers up and down his leg until she reached his penis. She stroked his manhood gently feeling it up and down along its length. The succubus cradled his scrotum in her hand and tugged at the skin. it caused him to have an erection. 

He started to have an out of breath sensation, but it was very soothing to him. A torrent of highly charged eruptions ripped through his body. The succubus bent over his cock slowly teasing the flexing mass of hot tissue before her mouth engulfed the hardness. 

Eric felt her tongue lick and suckle him with every twist. He felt weak with pleasure, as another charge caused his body to tremble. She continued to lick at him, the salted taste of his pre-cum glazed her mouth with an oily feel over her working lips. Another taste drew him closer to madness, he felt an orgasmic rush start to build inside his body as more and more of his hard cock pumped deeper into her mouth.

He responded to the sensation with excitement. He threw back his head, grunting as his hands roughly raked through the succubus curly dark locks. 

She milked at his shaft like she might strip at a cow's udder, only gentler.

It had been hours now and poor Eric was near the end. His moans broke into obscenity as he enjoyed the succubus mouth on him. He curled up his toes when the first squirt of cum flew out of the slit at the tip of his cock. His hands gripped her hair and slammed her head down against his groin as far down as she could take him. It was with the first full spurt of his cum that filled the succubus mouth. 

The strumpet fingers gently squeezed at his balls while he gave into the pleasures. She swallowed each spurt eagerly while she continued sucking the flesh pulsating in her mouth. His throaty cries sounded painful, but he still gripped her curly locks in place until she sucked him dry.

Eric's cock grew limp as soon as she released it, she licked at his softened cock to gather every last bit of the juice dripping from his wilted penis. 

The succubus looked upward to see him staring at her with disbelief, unsure of what just happened to his mind, and body as he lay half unconscious. It was nearly an hour before he would regain his strength.

It was now time for round two as the succubus took matters into her own hands. She began to nibble on Eric's neck while stroking his soft dick to hardness. Then she lowered her hot wetness onto his swollen cock. She kissed his mouth once more, guiding him up into a sitting position as she grasps him by the hips and begin swiftly arching her hips against his. 

The succubus rose up high on his penis and started rocking on him again.

The feeling of her tight pussy gave him great pleasure. She slowly worked herself back and forth, up and down the thick hard shaft of his cock raking her nails along his shoulder blades as she screamed with pleasure. The stinging pain exploded across his mind and burned his back but he was too deep into the sex to no longer care. 

Eric continued to move his hands up and down her back as she faced him. He kissed and licked her firm breasts first one then the other. A loud moan escaped his lips as she rode his hard cock uncontrollably. The succubus squeezed his hardness rhythmically with her internal muscles as she rode him, loving the sounds of her gushing pussy on his knob. 

She licked up his neck to his ear placing small bites on the lobe. 

She whispered, "Do you like that, baby?" 

"Fuck yes," Eric groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet hers. "Damn, you're so fucking good." 

The succubus did not answer him for she was deep into her own thought of ending this moment of passion. She pressed her mouth to his and their tongues begin to dance rhythmically to mimic the action of the lower halves of their bodies.

Eric begin to feel light-headed. The rawness of the sex was more than he could handle. He could not hold on much longer. 

Their mouths broke apart, and Eric buried his face in the crook of her neck, with the motion of his hips gaining speed, he released his juice inside of her as they cum together. 

Eric fell back weakened from another bout of sex with the succubus. His cock and balls were a little tacky but she licked them clean.

She crawled on her hands and knees toward where his head rest and snuggled her head into the crook of his neck.

"I've never had sex like this. Maybe we should take a break," Groaned Eric.

The Succubus retorted, "You don't give me orders. I am in charge here. Remember that."

"You know it wasn't so bad. I think I can do this forever." Eric replied.

"Ah, you liked it?" She asked rhetorically.

"Well, it was a bit daunting at first being control by such a powerful woman especially when I have been in charge of my own sexual experiences since my twenties. Well, they say time flies when something is pleasurable." Eric said.

"I promise there's more where that come from and you will definitely experience more of it later tonight." The Succubus informed him. 

"And, I'll be holding you to it." Eric boasted as he traced a line of hot, wet kisses down her slim neck leading to her slender shoulders.

End



Femme Fatale



"Harder!" I screamed as Brian pumped into me. I was so close to orgasm, and I would not let anything stop. Her tongue me from cumming.

The pounding of flesh on flesh was intoxicatingly loud, but only second to our moans. Brian let out the sexiest grunt as his cum filled my pussy. I furiously rubbed my clit until my juices mixed with his.

As he rolled off of me, we laid there, panting rather loudly.

Brian looked at me and smiled, nothing but love in his eyes. "That was amazing, princess," he said as he kissed my forehead. 

"You weren't too shabby yourself, hot shot," I joked, winking at him. 

I glanced at the clock and groaned. 9:30 am. 

Brian chuckled and got out of bed. I gazed at his beautiful ass as he put his underwear on. 

We both got dressed and made our way downstairs. Brian was about to leave on a business trip to France, and this would be my last time seeing him for over a week. 

"You'll be fine, my darling," he kept telling me in the weeks prior to the trip. But I didn't feel fine. I felt like a part of me was being wrenched from my chest. 

We drove to the airport and I saw him off. He kissed my lips and then my forehead and as he turned to leave, I pulled him back in for one last hug. 

He squeezed me tightly and said, "I love you more than anything in the entire universe. It won't be long."

With that, Brian was gone.

-

Three days down, seven to go. 

I spent most of my time cleaning up around the house, watching the television, or working. I'm a professional writer, which allows me to work from home. It can be quite lonely at times, but it's actually very relaxing. 

Anyway, I decided I needed a break from everything, so I decided to call Mercedes, my best friend. 

Mercedes and I met in college. I was studying writing, while she was studying psychology, and we immediately hit it off. I know what your dirty little mind is thinking. "I bet they hooked up." 

College was the time of experimenting, but all we did was kiss. And I felt a spark, but I guess she didn't, for, it was never spoken of again. I've considered myself bi since then. 

Back to the present. We agreed to see a movie, but we couldn't agree on which movie to see. I wanted to see the new Hobbit movie, while Mercedes wanted to see Gone Girl. I'm not girly enough for that type of movie, so we compromised. We saw both.

I slept through most of Gone Girl, as I'm sure Mercedes slept through most of The Hobbit. After the movies, and by this time, it was 11:30, we went to a nearby bar for some drinks. 

Blah, blah, blah, several drinks later, we're somewhat wasted. So, like the responsible young adults we are, we call for rides. Well, I did. Mercedes was within walking distance, and not nearly drunk enough to get lost, so off she went. But there I was. Cold, alone, and in need of a ride. 

I started walking after Mercedes, planning on crashing on her couch, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Someone was leaning against a building, covered in shadows. I found it kind of creepy, but intriguing, so I stopped. 

The figure was wearing a trench coat and had a cigarette in their mouth. They started to move towards me. And there I stood. Paralyzed by fear and curiosity. As they drew closer, I realized that the figure was a female. 

"What's a pretty lady like you doing in a not-so-pretty place like this?" she asked. 

I blushed. 

"I just had a few drinks and I was on my way back to a friend's," I replied nervously.

She smiled at my blush. 

She was strikingly gorgeous. She had long, chestnut hair. With beautiful green eyes. She had long eyelashes and high cheekbones. Her full lips created a full smile that turned me on a slight bit. 

"Do you want to come back with me? I can take care of you," she offered. 

I don't know why, but I felt compelled to go with her. 

"But I don't know you..." I replied, awkwardly pointing out the obvious. 

She giggled at that. 

"The come get to know me."

She daintily grabbed my hand and took off running down the street. 

-

We reached her apartment about fifteen minutes later. As we climbed the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her body was. She was curvy with breasts that could fit perfectly in my hands. Her legs looked like masterpieces. I couldn't help but thinking about about how much I wanted her.

We went into her apartment and she took off her coat and shoes. 

"Make yourself at home, er..."

"Jenni," I answered. 

She smiled. "What a lovely name. I'm Rose."

"Then obviously not as lovely as yours," I said. 

She giggled and walked into the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home, Jenni. I'll get you some water to help with the alcohol in your system. 

I removed my coat and my shoes. I was wearing a low-cut blouse and skinny jeans that really did wonders for my ass. 

She returned and, once again, I couldn't help but stare at her lovely figure. Her midnight blue dress did wonders for her body, and I wanted nothing more to see it out of the dress. 

"So, tell me, Jenni. What do you do for a living? What are your hobbies? Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend, perhaps?" she asked. 

"Um. I'm a writer," I started. "And I currently have a boyfriend named Brian."

"Ooh, how exciting. What do you write about?" she asked in return. 

"Mainly romantic mysteries," I said, starting to flush again. 

"Mmm. Any eroticism involved?" she asked. 

"Always. I like to think sex spices up the story for the readers. And the characters deserve a bit of happiness for all of the darkness surrounding them."

"Well, said," she said. 

"And what about you?" I asked. 

"Well, I'm a sales clerk, but I aspire to be the CEO of something someday," she said as she began to get a faraway look her eyes.

I giggled and said, "How wonderful."

Suddenly, her eyes changed. They were glazed over in lust. I panties immediately became drenched. 

"Have you ever been with a woman, Jenni?" she asked. 

"Not sexually, no..." I murmured shyly. 

She asked, "Would you like to?"

I replied by jumping up from the seat and leaning across the table, kissing her beautiful lips.

She kissed back, but twice as aggressive. Soon, our tongues were wrapped around each other. I got off of the table. She grabbed my hand, and I assume she was leading me to the bedroom. 

And yes, I was correct. She pushed me unto the bedroom, immediately removing my blouse. As I was not wearing a bra (I was feeling risqué, so what?), my breasts were immediately exposed. She smiled and took my left nipple in her mouth. 

I moaned and squirmed and she bit down on my nipple. I grabbed her and rolled her over. I positioned myself over her stomach and removed her dress. Like me, she was not wearing a bra. But I didn't stop there. The panties came off, exposing her beautiful pussy. 

Now it was her turn to undress me again. She had a little trouble removing my pants, but eventually, I was pantless, and soon after, stark naked. She began kissing my neck, a major turn on for me. She worked her way down my body slowly, making me wetter and wetter. She took her time on each breast as she went. 

After what felt like a millennium, her lips touched my pussy. I moaned incredibly loudly and she giggled. Her tongue entered me and I came right then and there. She never missed a bit and licked up all of my juices. 

"My turn..." I panted.

She rotated herself so that her pussy was over my mouth and her mouth was over my pussy. I went to town on her, trying to make her feel even better than she made me feel. I had a two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass, and my tongue on her clit. It didn't take long for her to cum, either. 

We were at it exactly like that for what felt like hours when she said, "Okay, okay. Time out, babe."

She got off me, smiled seductively and said, "I have a surprise for you."

She walked to the closet and emerged with two strapons.

"Front door, back door, or both?" she asked. 

I was feeling slutty, so I replied, "Both."

She smiled a wicked smile and returned to the bed. I got on my hands and knees, sticking my ass out to her. I fingered myself in anticipation for her cocks. 

Soon enough, I felt the lubed head of one of the strapons enter my anus, and the other enter my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. I came. Again. 

She started off slowly pumping into me, but I eventually yelled, "Fuck me harder, you bitch."

That got to her, because as soon as that was spoken, I was being fucked like a dirty whore. Both of the cocks were being thrust in and out of me with such force that I just kept cumming.

I think she got tired, because she pulled out after my twelfth orgasm. We both collapsed on the bed and we cuddled each other. 

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship," whispered Rose before she kissed my lips. 

We drifted off into a peaceful sleep soon after.



Femme Fatale Dominante



Hold on to your hat, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!

Yes I have to admit that mostly, I like to be the dominant partner under the sheets. So, you can imagine the exertion of retaining control when you get involved with, and live with, a partner that shares the same sexual drive and proclivities. On any one particular night; morning; afternoon; quickie before leaving for work; who was going to retain control? "Mmm, tis a beguiling sensual mystery!"

Never-the-less, that particular circumstance is another story. The saga that I am about to unfold brought out in me a hitherto unknown aspect of my sexuality. Although, I had on occasion fantasised about what it must be like to be the "Femme Fatal Dominante," it is nothing that I had ever given serious thought to. I am most certainly into a little spank, scratch and bite action on occasion, actually on most occasion, but I am most certainly not, nor could I ever be into BDSM; but, to have my very own "On Demand Pussy Pet," now that is the essence of a fabulously wet, orgasmic pussy dream. A dream that was, quite unexpectedly, to come about.

A couple of years ago, I and three of my closest friends became members of a local Golf, Tennis and Fitness Club. Not a great golfer but I love the sport and it's always a fun time with the girls. Having the availability of a gym has helped me maintain my fitness and when I added Tennis into the mix it not only added to my stamina, it didn't do my libido any harm either! I found that I really enjoyed it, so to improve my game I started taking Tennis lessons. Have to say, my female Tennis coach; yummy! Unfortunately married with a kid, so no doubt straight... Damn it! Anyway, this has nothing to do with her either, so by my count you're down stories to a score of either 'A bogie two, or, thirty love, depending on your choice of game. 

The club was originally only a Golf Club, so the structure of the committee has retained the old titles of 'Chairman, Vice Chairman, Green's Superintendent etc. In our club the chairman is always referred to as 'Captain,' a throwback title going back to the days of yore! Actually his name is Sinjon, whose surname is double barreled and hyphenated, a really nice chap in his sixties, married to his bimbo toy bride Lucy who is forty-one, twenty-two years Captain Sinj's junior.

Lucy S-fucking-B, is a self-effaced bitch of the first order. A snooty nosed "must I really mingle with those people" upper class hopeful who came from the lowest form of garden worm feline prowlers of her era. A conniving wench who, at age twenty-seven, moved in on a very happily married Sinjon, reeled him in with her feminine wiles, bedded him and brought about his divorce all in order to marry into his lifestyle and money. It is indicative of their present relationship that 'Captain' now spends most of his time at the club... Enough said!

Shame of it is, Lucy has a body on her that men, and a lot of women, would love to get their hands all over! Myself included when I first met her two years ago. It didn't take long for my pals and me to realize why everyone here gave her a wide birth. Lucy S-fucking-B, with her fake silver-spoon accent, which frequently lapses into Hackney Carriage cockney, lets everyone know she is the Captain's wife, and as such, she has the same command over the membership as he... That misguided fact is of course: According to her! 

My philosophy of this situation: "NO FUCKING WAY!"

Lucy S-fucking-B and I have had the odd skirmish here and there, nothing drastic, and certainly nothing worth getting one's knickers in a twist over. However, this situation was to change a few weeks back: 

It's a snobby old rule of the club that members wearing golf spikes, coming in off the course, do not use the main front door access to the club. All perfectly reasonable, but on this particular Friday afternoon I was running late. Linda my partner in life, who does not play golf, had come to pick me up and in my haste, being the quickest route to the changing rooms, I snuck in through the main entrance... 

Well; you would have thought Mount Vesuvius had just erupted!

This bellowing, fanatical screaming bitch let loose at me in the lobby: 

"Aimie P______, just where do YOU think you're going, just what do you think you're doing coming in this way with spikes on! Kindly, go out and come back through the Pro Shop, as you know you are meant to!"

OK... I'm a nurse, in fact I'm a nurse manager; I know all about rules and such like, and yes, I know I was in breach of the "Snobby Rule," but it's not as if the bright, shiny parquet flooring was not protectively covered with deep pile carpet, it is! 

But:

It was none of these things that gave me cause to stop in mid stride..! 

It was none of these things that made me take in a sharp, deep breath of fine English country air.!!

It was none of these things that made the fingers of both of my hands, coil inward to tightly form into a pair of very firm fists!!

It was none of these things that caused my spine to t-i-n-g-l-e, commencing from my now tightly; puckered; arsehole; sending a shimmering sensation in a northerly direction throughout the entirety of my vertebral column; up and through the raised hackles of my neck; thence to traverse across my scalp, and down through my now furrowed brow giving cause to my eyes, nose and lips to tightly squeeze together in a grimace of absolute blood, toil, sweat and ANGER!!

NO: Twas none of these... It was the audacity of a screaming bitch, no body of consequence, daring to talk to me in that impolite, supercilious, washer woman (no offense to washer women intended) manner and tone!

Having paused long enough in this posture of crawling venom rising within me I slowly turned on my heels and glared at this bitch of a bitches bitch! A bitch now silent, and to my great inner satisfaction, a bitch with a look on her face that, I felt, was now expressing a growing realisation of inner turmoil; a recognition of the fact that was telling her: "Urg fucking oh! Maybe I should not have spoken!" 

Walking slowly and very purposefully toward her, my eyes glared into her's, my mouth opened to express the depths of veracity toward this fucking whore of a bitch! As I moved to form my lips into the consonants and vowels of my opening word I suddenly felt a firm grasp to my right wrist in company with Linda's hand across my mouth... Pulling me to turn toward her, a calm and reflective Linda quietly spoke: 

"Honey, let it go! She's not worth it, and even if she was, this is neither the time nor the place... OK‽"

I went to say something: Linda, the one person who knows me so well, interjected again to repeat herself: "OK... A-i-m-i-e..? OK‽"

She was right, at least for now, in this moment she was right and holding my hand we walked to the changing room.

I was very quiet on the drive home, in fact I was very quiet as we showered and dressed for our planned dinner evening out with friends. As I sat beside her at the dressing table I looked into her eyes through the reflection of the mirror, it was only now that Linda took me in her arms and kissed me. It was only now that, at least for now, I let it go. I was not going to allow this to spoil our Friday evening. Never-the-less, in the back of my mind was the underlying thought that: 

Tomorrow, was another day!

During a somewhat restless night, a night where at one point I even considered letting it go for keeps; but I knew that was not going to happen! Instead, my restless and still very angry mind, kept pondering over how I was going to approach her, and when I did, what was I going to say, and say whilst doing my level best not to take her by that scrawny neck and shake the living crap out of her! Scrawny neck! Whew, that was bitchy, because even now, when I closed my eyes and saw her image in my mind, the truth was, she is far from scrawny, that woman has a body...! Damn it... No fucking way was that going to happen... I was out for blood, but how was I going to handle her on Saturday morning when the inevitable was going to happen.

At breakfast, I was still in a turmoil of angry thought. Linda looked at me, finally asking: "What's on your mind lover?"

It was no surprise when I told her I was going to tackle the bitch head on! Linda counselled me against it, but understood when I explained that this was something I had to get off my chest: "If I don't tackle this now, then either it, or something like it is going to happen again. You know me well enough to know that I rarely do anything from a position of anger, but this was insulting and I need to contain the situation." 

The bit was now between my teeth and I was determined to have my say. I wanted her on her own, and the only place I could think of where that could possibly be the case, would be at her home. To ensure that she was home, and with luck home alone, I first called the club to ask if I could speak with the Captain, or his wife? "Sorry Aimie, he just teed off the first tee and Mrs S...-B... is not here" 

Thanking the club secretary, I hung up... 

This was everything I needed to know: Sinjon would be out on the course for at least four hours and would probably then have lunch and a couple of drinks before returning home. If she was at home, this was my opportunity. I had more than enough time to have words with the bitch and leave her in no doubt as to my opinion of her! However, even as I drove to her house I was still uncertain as to exactly what I was going to say, all I knew was, I was going to have my say and I was going to let her know that she was never going to talk to me in that fashion ever again! Pulling into her driveway around 09:45 a.m., my mind was made up. I was ready for her when I purposely parked my car in front of the garage doors. If she wanted to leave she was going to have to wait for me to move my car and I had no intention of doing so until this, no doubt, door step confrontation was concluded. If she tried to close the door on me, I was prepared to block her from closing the it by putting my foot in the door jamb.. Nothing was going to stop me now! 

Walking to the front door I caught a glimpse of her as she passed an upstairs window; she must have also seen me because as I approached the front door it opened, and much to my surprise, she actually asked me in... Closing the door, she said "I suppose you want to talk to about yesterday?"

Standing in the hallway, my anger palpable to us both, I moved so close to her we were almost tit to tit! Looking fixedly into her eyes the words that came out of my mouth were nothing like any of the scenarios that I had even remotely considered. Words the like of which took even me by surprise: 

"Look here bitch, just because you want to be fucked by a woman, and I think, fucked by me in particular, doesn't mean you need to cover it up with angry protestations of misplaced bravado, so why don't you just get on your knees and eat my pussy!" 

The look on her gob-smacked face was incredible! To my utter astonishment, she fell totally silent; her mouth wide open as she stared right back at me... 

For an instant there, I really thought she was about to hit me and believe me; had she have done so, I was ready to bitch-slap her right back, but NO: she placed her hands on my waist, then slid them down to my hips, got on her knees, lifted my skirt, moved my G-string to one side and moved to kiss my pussy lips, a move that I stopped her from achieving as I demanded: 

"Don't you think you should ask permission before taking it for granted that you can do that to your MISTRESS?"

She looked quite startled as her face turned sharply up to look at me. Her mouth opened as though she was going to say something; her lips were dry, nothing came!

The thought flashed through my mind that it was now of never, either she was going to totally submit or we were enemies for life. Pushing the envelope I pursued my goal: "Well bitch, what have you to say to me?"

Licking her lips and swallowing, her absolutely unexpected response echoed into the portals of my brain: "Yes Mistress, may I please kiss your pussy lips" 

"Fete accompli" Total submission; this bitch was mine!

Having given her permission, I allowed her just a moment to do as she has asked before telling her to stand up. Sending her to her bedroom, I told her she was not to get undressed until I came to her. She was to stand and wait by her bed, and when I returned I would watch her strip! In total submission, responding with another "Yes Mistress." Lucy turned and walked to the stairs. I watched as she went up, not only to admire the way that beautiful arse moved, but also to note the direction in which she went when she got to the top. I needed to not only be confident, but also to look confident when I went up myself.

A couple of days prior to this event Linda and I had gone shopping at 'Adam and Eve's Emporium' for some birthday gift toys to be given to a friend at her party this coming evening. We had left the bag in the car, so why not use a couple of them now, after all, I could replace them on my way back home... So, taking my time I went out and selected a vibe, a bottle of erotic lube, and the Pièce de résistance, the 'Fetish Elite Vibrating Strap and a selection of detachable Dildos.' Once removed from their packaging I carefully secluding them in a separate bag before returning to my quarry! 

At the top of the stairs I followed in the direction that Lucy had gone; seeing an open door at the end of the corridor, I entered to find my Fuck Bitch standing dutifully at the foot of her bed, hands held submissively together where I had told her to wait. 

Standing in the doorway I glanced around the room: Oh yes, my bitch had most certainly married into money. Plush carpeting, canopied four poster bed in a matching environment of chests of drawers and separate vanity. Two well-placed armchairs, large wall mounted television, master bath ensuite and a walk in purpose built closet, the carpentry matching the bedroom suite. Without commenting, I walked across the room making myself comfortable in an armchair... 

"Come closer, let me decide if you have anything to offer!"

Whew, the glow that I felt as she moved toward me was empowering... I now knew what I was about and I was going to enjoy the whole experience!

As she approached to within about six feet of me, I held up my hand: 

"Stop there, turn around; slowly" 

I had admired her body from afar many times, but this time the allure of her was mine to control: 

"Stop, turn and face me and undress... Slowly... I'll tell you when to stop! 

Lucy began by moving to remove her high heels: "No, keep them on!"

Response was immediate as I indicated to remove the skirt. Releasing the waist band she leant forward to push it down over her hips and in the process exposed her cleavage to my view: "Stop there, don't stand up... No, don't look at me, hold that pose" I took the moment to enjoy the view of her cleavage, those firm tits hanging there, waiting for me to later enjoy! 

"Yes, quite nice, OK remove your skirt" 

As her skirt fell away I thought she was wearing a petticoat beneath, but said nothing. Now as she unbuttoned her top, I realised it was not a petticoat but a chemise. With her top off, I had her stop again in order to absorb the sexiness of this very feminine of garment's. I liked the view and gave a small smile of approval before I once again had her slowly perform another twirl. Turning back to face me I had discarded the smile, but I stood; walked toward her; placed a hand on her waist and slowly walked around her, my hand slipping smoothly over the silky softness of the chemise, the heat of her body emanating from beneath... This bitch of mine had an amazing body and as I walked behind her I felt an urge to slap her arse, I stifled the urge, preferring instead to save that pleasure for later. For now, the dominant humiliation of my prize remained my preeminent goal. I walked away and took my seat: "Continue"

Inside I was smiling to myself as it was becoming evident that her breathing was getting a little deeper and faster... Was it frustration; guilt as to what she had got herself into; or maybe, anticipation as to what was next? Whatever it was she continued in her compliance.

Reaching to the straps of her chemise, she hooked her fingers and moved to slip them over her shoulders but before she managed to pull them down I told her to turn and face away from me. As I watched from behind, Lucy slipped the loops; her arms moved to her sides and the silken material slipped down her lithe body, exposing!! I had to stifle a lustful desire to fully express my awe as to what I saw as the chemise dropped away! I was glad now that my demeanour had been one of a careless 'what ever' appearance and I was even more glad that she could not see my face... Swallowing hard I managed to retain my hitherto composure and control... It was not easy with the picture that now stood before me! 

As the chemise had dropped away this bitches gorgeous bodily shape came into full view, but it was not just the body: As the garment fell over her hips the view of her G-stringed arse was superbly framed by tight buttocks and naked upper thighs; her hips supporting a suspender belt, which in turn supported her mid thigh nylon stockings! Damn it to hell, this was one sexy looking woman, a body that under more routine circumstances I would now have been all over... I was proud of myself in the realisation that I had contained my naturally instinct and desire to touch and to kiss!

"Open your legs and bend forward, let me see your arse" Compliantly, Lucy did as she was told. Reaching behind herself her hands took hold of her butt cheeks, spreading them apart, exposing the cute light brown ring of her anus and the cleanly shaved, full lips of her G-stringed pussy... I licked my lips!

Sitting back in the armchair, I told her to turn again: As she did so I admired the magnificent red coloured half cup brassiere which was so wonderfully showing off two amazing hemispheres of well shaped, evidently natural breasts, a small glimpse of light brown areolar glimpsing over the cups which hid her nipples from my view, at least for now, from the touch of my hands and my mouth. This was no cheap ensemble: The chemise, bra, suspender belt and G-string all of the same material, each adorning a body which was a sexy, gorgeously curvaceous, sight to behold! 

Granting her another slight smile of approval, Lucy was now reduced to bra, G-string, suspender belt, nylons and high heels... Mmm, I had to have a picture of this. Yes, she looked somewhat shocked as I pulled out my I-phone, but using my best Nursing voice of reassurance I told her: "Don't be concerned, no one but me will ever see this." Lucy smiled but said nothing as I and took her picture... 

The intimidation factor was all mine, now she knew for a certainty that I was in command here: 

"Thank you Mistress!" 

It was now that I chose to tell her to "get on all fours and come closer!" 

The responding "Yes Mistress" caused my thighs to lightly squeeze together, and as she looked down to get on her hands and knees I surreptitiously snapped another frame, her amazing shape and stunning cleavage now well recorded... 

Internally I gloated a "Whew!" I could have fucked her right there and then, but, that was for later!!

As she moved toward me she momentarily paused, placing a hand into her crotch, evidently releasing a G-string wedgie... I shouted at her: "Hey, what the fuck do you think your doing, touching yourself!?"

"Mistress, my G-string!"

"Be quiet, I'll tell you when you can touch bitch... Now get over here, turn around and face the bed"

On all fours, sideways before me. I placed a hand on her back and with the other I gave her arse two swift and hard slaps, one to each cheek. Lucy inhaled sharply, an audible hiss coming from her lips... "Mistress, I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" 




Femme Fatale Dominante



"No, you won't, not without my say so, because next time it'll be your cunt that I'll be slapping!"

"Mistress, please how can I make amends?"

I pondered the question for a moment before giving her permission to move between my legs: "Take off my shoes, and then, without lifting my skirt too high, take my G-string off of me"

Moving in, she removed my heels, voluntarily massaging each of my feet as she did so. Her hands stroked up my legs and under my thighs, moving to remove my G... Grasping the waist band she began to draw it over my arse, then down; her fingers came close to touching the inside of my thighs:

"NO touching!"

"Yes Aim... I mean Mistress!"

Now naked beneath my skirt I told her that my pussy was feeling a little warm, that she was to: "Put your head between my thighs and blow on my pussy, I want it too feel a little cooler! Not too close, you hear me?""

"Yes Mistress" Oh how I was beginning to love the sound of that phrase!

Opening my thighs just sufficient to let her in; I felt a cool glow of delight as her breath flowed over my pussy... For a moment she tried to move a little closer. Squeezing her head between my thighs I admonished her once again: "I told you, not too close, do that again and I will have to punish you again!"

A very quiet, even murmured "Yes Mistress" from under my skirt caused me to smile.

Pushing her away I was getting to the point that I wanted to step it up a little: "When was the last time you ate some pussy"

"Mistress I never...!"

"NEVER?"

"No mistress, it was not until today that I realised that I wanted to, and that I wanted it to be you"

"Have you ever tasted yourself when you masturbate?"

"Well yes Mistress, I have done that"

With this in mind it gave me another idea... "Remove your G-string and lean over the side of the bed..." 

As she did so I reached inside the bag of toys to retrieve the vibrator and lube before telling her to open her legs wide and finger her pussy. Without hesitation her hand slipped beneath her. As I watched from behind, again admiring that magnificent arse, and nicely bulbous labial lips, her fingers appeared between her legs, her middle finger slipped up and down her slit before slowly disappearing into the introitus of her cunt. "Fuck your pussy with your finger... Now use two fingers... Harder, push them in and out" As she did so the odour of her juices began to reach my nostrils. Mmm, she smelt good!

Even knowing the answer I asked the question: "Are you wet?" Supplicant affirmation!

"You like that, I can tell... Does it make you feel slutty for your mistress?

"Oh yes Mistress!" The tone of her response clearly demonstrating her pleasure...

As I watched her finger fucking her pussy I lubricated the vibe: "Take your fingers out and let me see you taste them" as her cunt wet fingers entered into her mouth, I pushed the vibe into her, turning it to high!

Lucy's pussy twitched, her hands suddenly reached out and grasped the bedding and I heard her exclaim "Oh Fuck!"

Still fucking with the vibe, I again slapped her arse: "Oh Fuck what slut!"

"Oh Fuck Mistresssss!"

"Better! Get that bra off!"

Even with me pushing the vibe in and out she managed to reach behind to release the clasp... Only then did I momentarily remove the vibe, commanding her to turn over and open her legs wide: She turned immediately; I pushed the vibe into her hand instructing her to fuck herself with it... Her excitement was palpable as she did exactly as she was told, fucking herself, the vibe disappearing and reappearing in and and out of her very wet slit... After watching her for a few brief moments, I reached to her right tit, squeezing and then toying with the hardening nipple before leaning over to finally suck it into my mouth... Sucking it to and fro between my lips I felt the nipple become increasingly hard before moving to the other side... Sucking that nipple with increasing tension before I lightly bit the nipple and then the areolar... Squeezing and sucking as she fucked herself with the vibe, the sensation of my biting causing her to scream but at this point my slut was so close to orgasm she absorbed the sensation as she coursed into climax... My bitchy slut was about to make herself cum with the vibrator, an event that I wanted to stand back and watch... 

Stepping away I moved to the foot of the bed; with her eyes closed, she brought herself off. She was so wet, her pussy cum was making slurping sounds with every penetration of the vibe. Even after orgasm her juices continued to well from within her; I enjoyed the way it ran down her slit and oozed across her arse as she relaxed into the afterglow of cumming for her mistress... I told her to slowly withdraw the vibe and to suck it clean, an action which she performed with alacrity.

Unbeknownst to her, while she was bringing herself off, as she lay there in the throws of climax, I had slipped into the harness of the strap on... As she opened her eyes it was in place, unseen, its presence concealed beneath my skirt... 

"Get up and take my clothes off of me, its time for you be fucked!" 

Her fingers were trembling as she removed my top and my bra. "Suck my tits... No, don't touch! I said suck" Mmm, her hot wet mouth felt good but I had to maintain control. Pushing her away, I stood facing her as she undid the waist band of my skirt, as it dropped to the floor: the shocked look on her face told me she had obviously never seen a dildo strap on harness before; she looked even more shocked when I reached once again into the bag, bringing out the 8" snap on Dildo and turned on the vibrate function... 

I didn't give her time to think about it. I simply pushed her back onto the edge of the bed, lubed the shaft of the dildo, lifted her legs over my shoulders and slid it vibrating into her cunt... Once inside of her, I grasped each of her wrists and began to fuck, slowly at first, allowing her to get accustomed to her first dildo diddling! As she became more accustomed, as her head rolled back, I released her wrists and my hands took hold, and full advantage of those amazingly glorious tits... 

"Ogh Mistress Aimie, ogh yes... Please fuck me, fuck me"

After a minute or two of fucking her I once again sensed that she was about to cum: her body writhed beneath my now fully stroking, hard and fast penetration of her cunt as I coupled this with pinching hard onto both of her nipples my slut screamed into another orgasm... Reaching her peak, pussy cum once again poured from within her... Pulling the dildo out, I wet it by slithering it up and down her slit until it glistened with cum... Now was my moment pushing her legs out wide, I placed its tip teasingly at her arsehole, the vibrations obviously getting her attention! Looking a little tentative toward me, eyes and mouth wide open, she came to the realisation of just what I was going to do... As her head rose to try to see what was happening, she once again looked to me, in that moment, in one slow, yet continuous motion I pushed it into her arse... Releasing a scream, her legs clasped around my waste and to my astonishment she screamed out again: 

"Yesss, oh yes Mistress, fuck my arse, fuck it!" 

I did, I did it hard, and as I did so my thumb engaged a very hard, very red and swollen clit, rubbing on it as I demanded she cum again! Did she ever!!

There was no respite, even before she had come down from that third orgasm; I had removed the strap; pulled her to the middle of the bed; straddled across her face, which I now proceeded to cunt fuck. "Lick me bitch; suck me; bite my pussy; suck on my clit; now fuck my cunt with your tongue!" For a woman who had never had sex with another woman before, if indeed that truly was the case, she was learning fast, quickly becoming an adroit and skilled cunt muncher! 

I was alive with the power of my conquest. Although exceedingly excited I never-the-less managed to stave off the inner need to cum... Over and over I fought back that overriding sensation until, as I felt her bite the swollen tenderness of my clit I abandoned everything to my lust and need to cum! The sounds of her lavishing onto, and drinking from me the wetness of my cum was wonderful... I wanted my share, suddenly withdrawing myself from her, I moved to her side and turned, re-positioning us both into a "69", her, submissively below, me on top... I had smelt her earlier, and like I said before, she smelt good... Now, this prize piece of cunt was all mine and she tasted fucking awesome! 

Running my tongue up and down her slit, a prelude to tongue fucking her, she was mimicking my every move... As my lips encircled her clit her pelvis lifted; with my hands encircled under her butt, grasping her inner thighs, keeping them wide, I took full advantage of the position pushing a finger into both her arse and her cunt, fucking into her as I now licked the anterior, left lateral edges, the most sensitive portion of a woman's clit; her thighs began to tremble, and with her mouth buried into my pussy I felt, and heard her muffled murmurings of orgasmic release... As excited as she; we both creamed pussy juice into the mouth of the other... 

The deed was done... The tyrannical bitch was mine! Without saying a word I got up from the bed, telling her to stay where she was as I went to grab a brief shower... Returning, I gathered up the toy accouterments and dressed. Walking toward the door, letting her see that I was looking at her picture, I glanced back over my shoulder... 

"Pretty good, but you still have a lot to learn, I'll be calling you soon and when I do, you're to come, understand?"

"Yes Mistress, I understand... Mistress..? May I please kiss you?"

As I walked down the corridor to the stairs I called back: "Maybe, next time!"

Getting into my car I glanced at the dash clock, it was 12:38 p.m., for almost three hours I had dominated every move of the Club House Bitch, and the weekend was still ahead of me. As I drove to Adam & Eve's, I found myself planning the next stage of training for my "On Demand Pussy Pet," an event in which I hoped Linda would wish to participate...

Femme Fatale Dominante - PART 2

Arriving home Linda said to me "Wow, you were gone so long, I was beginning to think she had shot and buried you... Hahaha!!" 

When I told her what had happened she was initially in total disbelief, but as the imagery settled into her mind she commenced to laughing hysterically! Sounding like a TV sales advert, I continued: "But wait... There's more!" For a moment I thought she was going to pee her pants because of her laughing... 

When I showed her the two evidentiary pictures, I thought she was going to blow a gasket, she was laughing so much! I had to wait for her to calm down before I made her pledge a vow of silence about the pictures. Then and only then did I outline to her the plot that I had conjured up as I was driving home. 

My domme enforcement plan, a plan in which I held high hopes that she would agree to participate in tomorrow, Sunday morning, that is if she was game for it... Wow, was she ever, she was all for it! 

Sunday morning, again knowing that her husband would be at the course most of the day, I called Lucy, telling her to come over. Once again, there was that magical phrase of submissive response; music to my ears, this time on speaker phone in order that Linda could hear it also! "Yes Mistress!" 

When she arrived I reminded her that she was here to do whatever I told her to do, no matter what it was, she was to comply with my every wish, do you understand me..?

"I understand Mistress"

Mmmm, there is something about that phrase that really makes my nipples tingle, in fact there have been a few times when she has said it that it has made me feel quite endearing her toward; I am going to have to ensure that she never gets a sense of it, my position of Mistress has to be endorsed to ensure her ongoing submission!

"You are to start by taking off all of my clothes, you are not to touch me, only my clothing!" 

Dutifully, Lucy completed the assigned to task, but as she did so I noticed that the lower she got, the closer to my panties she came, her fingers began to tremble; she was biting her lower lip as her fingers tucked into the waist of my panties, and as she knelt to pull them down her face came close to my Mons, I was pleasured to see her inhale the odour of me as she passed close, but never touched! Now naked, I took her into the bedroom... 

"Wow!" is all I can say about the 'deer in the headlights look of surprise" when we walked in and she saw Linda lying in the bed! It was one of her looks that I had seen so often on Saturday; a look that never failed to give me a feeling of accomplishment! 

"I am sure you remember Linda... Well from now on, whenever we are all together either here, or at your house, you will refer to her as Mistress Linda and I as Mistress Aimie, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress... Mistress Aimie." 

When I told her she was to keep her clothes on and she was to eat Linda's pussy, she fell right into her submissive roll. As she approached the bed Linda pulled the sheet to one side, exposing her naked body, her legs wide apart, her loving pussy open to view. As my bitch crawled between her legs Linda took hold of her head, momentarily telling her to go slow, to "Kiss my pussy lips first woman, don;t rush, we'll both enjoy it more if you warm me and get me good and wet before you lick my slit!" 

I could see from Linda's reaction to "Yes Mistress Linda" that she got the same thrill from hearing it as I. Lucy kissed her mistress just as she was told. At one point Linda looked at me and smiled as she winked her satisfaction, her facial expression was soon to take on an enchanted demeanour as our slut toy began to really get into her slit. Linda was holding her head and drawing her tighter toward her. From my voyeurs advantage point at the foot of the bed I couldn't stop myself from relishing in her enjoyment, I fingered my clit as I watched her getting closer and closer... 

I almost left it too late, I almost lost the opportunity to really get down and dirty; really domme bitchy! Even Linda didn't know I was planning this move. 

Just in time, as Linda got close to orgasm, I told Lucy: "OK my little cunt munching slut; that's enough, stop right there!" I denied her Linda's orgasm, making her know that that pleasure was mine! So saying, I took over where I had told her to stop, but I also had plans for her: As I brought Linda off I had my bitch lying on her back and pleasuring my pussy with her tongue, but as I felt that inner glow begin to rise within me, as I sensed that Lucy slut had, by her tongue delving change of pace, become aware of my imminent orgasm, I also denied her the the pleasure of taking me to my peak! Rolling away from her attentive tongue I reached out to Linda, pushing her head to my crotch and telling Lucy that this privilege belonged to Linda that she was now to stand back and watch! I lay there, grasping Linda's hair, pulling her to me, relishing in the voyeuristic exposure of my rising orgasm, looking straight into her face, I delighted in my denial of giving my 'On Demand Pussy Pet' the pleasure of bringing Linda and I to orgasm, a fact that was now a living, breathing, screaming and writhing element surging through every nerve of my body! 

Now was my moment of ultimate control... To her obvious shock, I sent her home. As the door closed behind her I felt Linda's arm circle around me, her breasts naked on my back as she said to me: "You can be a real bitch at times; do you know that?" But we both chuckled as I turned and kissed her before replying:

"I told you yesterday at breakfast I was pissed, but don't get dressed just yet, because we haven't quite finished!" 

As we dressed in our house coats, I considered with her a couple of scenarios to which I had given some thought. One of which she found very appealing, it was with a wry smile on her face that we settled on our modus operandi, a plan that we sealed with yet another kiss; Linda picked up the phone, telling Lucy to return... 

"Yes Mistress Linda." 

When she arrived Linda and I would double team on her, we have our fill of every portion of her vivacious body!

Her enthusiasm was evident; it seemed to be no time at all before the door bell chimed. After looking through the security lens to ensure that it was indeed her, we let her wait a few minutes longer before opening the door. Linda and I, wearing only the sheerest of silken Japanese Kimonos, each took her by a hand and returned her to our bedroom. Saying nothing, I stood in front of her, Linda behind and we proceeded to caress and fondle as we simultaneously stripped her of her clothing... 

As we exposed more and more of her body Linda expressed to me a silent "Wow!" over the shoulder of Lucy as she saw, for the first time, the form and shape of this, I have to admit, beautiful woman come into her view! As we closed into her the silk of our kimono's contacted her skin, our bodies now enveloping her as our arms drew her close. Linda's fingers lightly touching close to the angle of her groins, my own fingers softly stroking the top of the crease between her buttocks: Lucy took in a deep sighing breath, her skin suddenly chilled, Goosebumps rippled beneath our touching! Leaning against her, I whispered into her ear: 

"Does my Pussy Pet still want the kisses she asked for yesterday?" 

"Oh yes Mistress... Mistress Aimie!"

As she said this Linda and I both allowed our Kimono to drop from our bodies to the floor... The response was all and more of which I had hoped; as our nipples came into contact with her skin, my own deftly touching her breasts, her body flushed with a sensual warmth, her face and torso reddening between us...

"Well kisses there may be; but what do you suppose we should have you do to earn those kisses?" 

"Please Mistress Aimie, I don't know?"

Linda and I both knew, we had planned it as soon as she had called our Pussy slut to come back. With our hands continuing to stroke her, I moved to her side and slightly behind, Linda mirroring my position where we lightly pushed our pussy mounds against the flesh of her buttocks, the radiant heat of of our pussies evident to all three, compounded by our touching the front of Lucy's groin but not close enough... Not yet!

Linda whispered into her ear: "I think you should lay on the bed, and after showing us the lovely wetness of your pussy, you should masturbate using your fingers both in your pussy and over your clit, but if you don't cum, then there will be no kisses, don't you think that is fair? Of course, if you would like a little extra help, there is a vibrator under the pillow and, if you wish, Mistress Aimie and I would be happy to, perhaps, each suck on your nipples. Naturally if you think that might be too distracting, we'll just sit and watch. What do you think?"

As Linda had been speaking to her our Pussy Pet had got redder and redder, her breathing deeper and deeper, I even had to stop her from touching her own pussy... Oh yes, we knew she was ready for this:

"Yes, Mistress Linda, yes, I want to do it all, I want to cum for you and Mistress Aimie!" 

We took her hands and moved her toward the bed. At first we sat at the foot of the bed watching as our toy positioned herself. Legs wide open, her knees lightly bent up, as with both hands she stroked her pussy lips, a finger now sliding up and down her slit as she spread her lips apart, her wetness glistening on the smooth redness of her labia minora, now open to our view... Lying back the former rampant club bitch was now submissively masturbating for her two mistresses. As I watched, immured at her exposure to us I felt Linda's hand move to my thigh, her fingers stroking. Although I smiled at her, it went unseen, her eyes fixed on all that was going on before her; she was licking her lips, as was I. 




Femme Fatale Dominante



As Lucy became more and more animated in her masturbation, Linda took my hand, pulling me up the bed, moving us to Lucy's sides where we each began to fondle those gorgeous hemispheres of tit, then to suckle on those hardened nipples... The effect of being double teamed on those amazing tits was electrifying. Lucy took a deep gasp of air; her pelvis lifted off the bed, her body quivering under this combination of touch. Linda's face was mesmerizing, she licked her lips, her expression one I had seen so many times before in our love making. I knew exactly what was was going through her mind and watched in awe as she took hold of Lucy's hand, pulling it away from her cunt as she quickly slipped between those glistening thighs, her mouth engulfing pussy; her tongue slithering up and down a very wet slit then diving in and out of her cunt. Lucy's body action was uncontrollable as Linda finally sucked down hard onto her clit, I did likewise to the nipple in my mouth, biting it as I simultaneously twisted the other between my finger tips... Lucy's body careened into climax under this unexpected barrage of sensation, screaming loudly, her orgasm causing her legs to tremble, as she grasped Linda by the hair and gushed pussy cum all over her face and into her mouth: "Oh FUCKKK! Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!" 

"Mistress Linda, Mistress Aimie, Oh fuck"

She lay there breathing heavily. Linda continuing to imbibe the juices that still flowed from her pussy. I moved to her face smothering her lips with my own as our mouths opened and our tongues met for my first real kiss of this now cunt struck, no doubt completely changed woman! It was a delving kiss of mutual passion, want, need and desire, a kiss which went on and on until I felt her body suddenly tighten and brace beneath me. As I lifted my head to look at her, her mouth and eyes suddenly wide open, a look of surprise on her face as she held tight to my shoulders, her finger nails scratching into me... I looked to see what had happened, now to find Linda, wearing her favourite strap and fucking into Lucy... 

Lucy's next exclamation astonished both Linda and I as we heard her cry out: "Oghh Mistress Linda, please let me come on top!" Linda rolled away and I watched as Lucy sat astride her, watched again as the dildo disappeared in and out of her cunt as she fucked with abandon... Linda was grasping Lucy's tits, who without breaking rhythm now leaned forward planting first one nipple and then the other into Linda's mouth... Her beautiful light brown puckered arse fully exposed to my view; an arse I could no longer resist! I pulled on the harness I had used the day before; moved between Linda's legs, lubricating the dildo as I did so, before slowly, carefully penetrating. As Linda fucked her cunt from below, she and Lucy kissing with absolute passion, I fucked her arse... It was not long before she was once again screaming to yet another orgasm, her entire body, as she later explained, stimulated beyond comprehension and belief, before she totally collapsed into post orgasmic exhaustion... 

Discarding our straps we lay beside her, all three gradually slipping into a short sleep, a sleep from which I later awoke to the feel of a tongue slipping around and across my clit; it was Lucy, whom as I looked down, looked to me with a smile as she asked: "Mistress Aimie, I hope this is OK?" I said nothing I simply lay there and absorbed every exciting swipe of her tongue in and over my pussy and clit, as I then felt Linda's kisses on my mouth and her hands fondling my tits. 

Lucy had stopped eating me!? Linda pinched on my nipple, which always gets my attention, and as her tongue drew back from our kiss she smiled with a gleam in her eyes as she told me: 

"It's OK, I gave her permission" 

At that moment I heard, and felt, a vibrating strap on dildo push into my cunt. Lucy had my strap on and was well and truly fucking me as well as I had her. It turned into an orgy of orgasms for all three of us that day. We each double fucked and were double fucked with mouths, fingers, scissor fucks and straps, and never once did she ever forget to refer to us as "Mistress Aimie and Mistress Linda."

As she left late that afternoon I told her that I get home from work each weekday morning around 08:30, that she was to come around tomorrow about 09:00 and help me sleep:

"Yes Mistress Aimie"

Postlude: Over the weeks that followed Lucy did indeed become a changed person. Gone was the wicked bitch of the club, indeed, many commented to Linda and I, unknowing of all I/we, had put her through, what a nice person she had become. We simply agreed. Also gone are the titles of "Mistress A., or Mistress L., we are now all good friends and at least once, sometimes twice a week, great lovers, at least until the bitch teases either one of us with; "Mistress to you!!"

"Oh YEA... No Fucking Way Bitch, SLAP... Hahaha!"

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