The place is not what I expected. The atmosphere is bright, glitzy, with an overall techno feel that seems almost cold. I had expected something warmer, more … nurturing, feminine, I guess, from a place that caters exclusively to women. I wonder if this appeals to the butch types, and then laugh at myself for indulging in stereotypes. What do I know, anyway – it’s my first time in a “girl bar”.
Yep, first time – finally legal, just two weeks past my twenty-first birthday, out with all the grown-up lesbians. Already I feel self-conscious, like a little girl who doesn’t belong here, doesn’t know what she’s in for. After all, I’m petite (5′ 2″) and look even younger than I am. The security person at the door was skeptical when she first saw me, but then she checked my ID, gave a little laugh, and said, “Welcome to the club, big girl.” I laughed with her, but I was nervous, too. I’m not really the bar type, but I’ve always wondered how it would be in a place like this.
It’s fairly empty – not surprising, I guess, at just past 7:00. I have my choice of spots and I choose a barstool at the curved end of the bar, where I can see as much as possible, without being conspicuous myself. I’m the only one there, and the bartender is friendly, calls me “Sweetie.” I try to be cool as I order a glass of Chardonnay. “First time here?” she asks. “Well, just relax, hon, and have a good time. Everybody’s pretty nice here, they’ll treat you good. Especially you – you’re cute.” She touches me lightly under the chin, and I give her a smile in return. I wonder if she’s coming on to me, but then decide that she’s just being nice, the friendly-flirty bartender.
Looking around, I realize it’s more crowded than I thought. The dance floor is essentially empty (I assume that will pick up later), but I notice there are darker spots around the perimeter that are more populated – two women together in several spots, a larger group in one area, and a number of single women at tables. I wonder if the single women are waiting for friends or if they are there, like me, to find new ones. I try to subtly check them out, but it’s too hard to tell from this distance.
I sip my wine for a while, hoping that the drink works its magic on my nerves without getting too out of hand. In about 30 minutes, I finish the first glass and order another. The warm glow of the alcohol is starting, and I feel myself becoming more relaxed. More relaxed and a little horny, too. After all, there’s a reason I came here tonight. I even had the foresight to take a cab, just in case something (someone) interesting came up.
The barstools have started to fill up now, so I can blend into the background more. I check out the other patrons at the bar. It’s a diverse group – a few butch girls, some “soft”, some harder, some femme types like me, and even a couple I would call “bull dykes”. I notice the latter two eyeing me and start to get uneasy – not my type, for sure. But when I avoid their stares and show no interest, they get the hint and go back to their own conversation.
Just as my second Chardonnay arrives, someone new sits down at the other end of the bar. From my spot, I have a clear view of her. In any case, I couldn’t help but notice her. She’s the type of woman that always draws my attention – attractive and feminine, conservatively well-dressed, professional-looking, not the type the average person would expect to see in a gay bar (another stereotype that isn’t true). Her full mane of hair looks to be a darker brown than my own, or maybe black, but as she moves into the light I realize that it’s actually a deep, rich red. It falls over her shoulders, about the same length as my own, and frames a face of icy-cool beauty. Even from this distance, I am caught by her eyes – steely blue daggers, which, I suspect, could look right through me, into my soul. She looks to be somewhere in her thirties, and carries herself in a way that exudes strength, confidence and competence. She’s clearly a professional. My guess is that she came here directly from work. I’m immediately captivated.
Myra, the bartender, notices my interest and chimes in with some advice. “Careful of that one, sweetie. Know what you’re doin’ there.”
“Oh?” I ask. “You know her?”
Myra shrugs. “Don’t exactly know her, but she’s kind of a regular here, comes in every couple of weeks, alone. Doesn’t usually leave that way, though.” She gives me a look that implies she knows a lot more.
“I see,” I respond, still keeping a sidelong, admiring look at the object of our discussion.
“The point is, hon,” she continues, “she’s not lookin’ for a girlfriend, if you know what I mean. Never seen her leave with the same girl twice.”
I’m still looking down the bar as she talks to me. Noticing my distraction, she continues, “Of course, if you’re into that, well … whatever. Like I said, just know what you’re doin'” She gives me one last questioning look, which I return with a weak smile, and then she goes back to her work behind the bar.
The fact is, I am into that. A relationship is great – supportive, fulfilling, even empowering – but anonymous sex provides a special thrill. The occasional one-night stand is an adventure, a feeling that can’t be captured again after that first time. There’s just something delightfully sinful about meeting someone new and ending up in her bed the same night. Yes, it’s a little risky, too, but that’s part of the thrill, isn’t it? And for my first night out, that sounds pretty good.
I drink my wine and continue to survey the room, but my gaze keeps returning to my mystery woman, who seems to be doing her own survey, like a lioness stalking prey. As I glance back one more time, I’m surprised to see her looking directly at me! Those amazing eyes stay on me for several seconds, apparently evaluating me, and I stay with her, transfixed. I try to smile, but I just can’t, I’m too nervous, and then it’s over and she’s off to someone else. I exhale and realize that I had stopped breathing during our visual encounter. Suddenly I’m very flustered.
I gulp down the rest of my drink and want to order another, but I know I should slow down, so I wait. I distract myself for a while by reading the signs behind the bar and watching Myra fill drink orders. Finally I chance one more look down the bar. My heart almost stops as I realize she’s looking at me again! This time the stare is longer, more intense, like she’s considering the possibilities I present. Her mouth forms an almost-smile, but it’s not one of affection or friendliness. It’s more like she’s smiling to herself, like she’s figured me out and is enjoying the situation.
I tear myself from her gaze and quickly order a third drink, keeping my eyes down as I wait for Myra to bring it. Just as she’s setting it in front of me, I’m startled my a low, silky voice in my left ear. “Why don’t you let me get that. Okay?”
I turn to my left and there she is, her face just inches from mine. I feel tingly all over just being this close to her, but I try to stay cool as I accept her offer. I start to ask her to sit, but she doesn’t need an invitation and takes the seat next to me without asking. “I’m Lydia.” she says, running a long, insistent finger down the inside of my thigh. Yeah, she’s confident, I think. She leans back on the stool, facing me, and smiles. The smile is more obvious this time, but still formal and controlled. Her eyes continue to lock onto mine, still probing, analyzing me.
Myra comes over now and chimes in. “Hey, Lydia, go easy on her. She’s a newbie.” She gives me a wink as she sets my drink down.
Lydia tilts her head to the side and raises one well-groomed eyebrow. She looks amused. “A newbie, huh? I thought you looked young. Just legal?”
I confirm that I just turned 21 and tell her my name is Milene. I worry that she may dismiss me as too young, but in fact, this seems to intrigue her.
We chat for a while and I become a little more comfortable with her, though she still maintains a distance between us, and it’s clear that she is a cut above me. From the conversation, I surmise that she is in her early thirties, and I can tell that she is extremely intelligent. It turns out my guess was right – she is a professional, a lawyer, and judging by her clothes, a pretty successful one. She’s wearing a slinky, expensive-looking skirt, subdued but well-crafted jewelry, and a beautiful silk top, whose plunging neckline provides a lovely view of her creamy cleavage. She just exudes class and power.
“So, is Myra right? Should I ‘go easy’ on you?” Her lips move easily into a smirk. She seems to sense that I’m really ready for her.
“No,” I answer, trying to sound annoyed and confident. “I may be young, but I’m not ‘innocent’.” That draws an outright laugh from Lydia and the only genuine smile I’ve seen so far.
“So you’re not innocent, hey?” I sense a gentle mocking tone in her voice. “Okay, okay, I like that. Out in the big world and ready for adventure. My kind of girl.” She offers her glass as in a toast, and I smile sheepishly, but feel good that she smiled and still seems interested.
As I’m trying to think of something else to say, Lydia startles me. She leans in close and looks me intently in the eyes for several long seconds. Finally she whispers, so only I can hear her. “You’re sub, aren’t you?” I stare back at her, astonished by her insight. She leans back and gives me that same intense, icy gaze, then a satisfied smile. “Yeah, I can always tell, spot it a mile away.” She takes a sip of her drink, then continues, “Something about the eyes, there’s a yearning, a need. And you’ve definitely got it, girl. You may not even know it, because you’re so young, but it’s there.” I simply look at her, my silence an acknowledgement of the truth in her words. Her pretty mouth slips into a leer. “Well, it’s all good” she says, “I like subs – a lot,” she Her voice is filled with both promise and warning.
Lydia suggests that we move to someplace “more private” and points to one of the booths in the dark area of the bar. Thrilled at the way things are going, I nod my agreement. As soon as we are in the booth, Lydia places a hand on my thigh and urges me closer so we can “get to know each other.” I slide over until my leg is against her, finding the warmth of her thigh just as intoxicating as the drinks I’ve been having. She runs her fingers boldly up and down my leg as she studies my face for a reaction. I move my legs farther apart as her hand reaches the spot between them. She smiles as she rubs me through my jeans. “Mmmmm,” she murmurs. “Not innocent, indeed.”
As if to prove the point, she takes my left hand in hers and places it in her lap. Her eyes stay locked onto mine as she then slips it under her skirt and up into her crotch. My heart beats faster as I feel the silky fabric of her panties and the obvious warmth beneath it. “Go ahead, sweetie,” she says with a lewd smile, “Explore.”
Taking her cue, I let my fingers wander over the fabric until I find the edge and slip inside. I feel a small tuft of hair and then find the moist cleft at her center. My trembling fingers slip inside to find the warm liquid of her cunt. Her response is pleasant but reserved – a barely perceptible gasp under her breath. She spreads her legs just a bit for me and leans back as I spend the next several minutes playing inside her. The feel of her heat around my fingers and the whole situation has me extremely excited. Lydia seems completely calm and detached, but I’m pretty sure this is just a matter of self control. God, I really want this woman.
“Does it feel good in there, pet? You really like having your fingers in me, don’t you?” Her eyes move back and forth, studying my reaction, until a look of recognition crosses her face. “Oh god, you’re dying to lick me, too, aren’t you? The idea that I might let you get your face between my legs is just driving you wild. God, I do love subbies.” She moves in, her face inches from mine, and she chuckles as she feels my fingers moving more energetically inside her. “You can almost taste it, can’t you? Don’t deny it, because we both know it’s true.”
She pulls my hand from between her legs and urges it firmly toward my mouth. “Go ahead, pet, indulge.” She’s enjoying my submissiveness, and I am, too. I place the wet fingers in my mouth and close my eyes as I get my first tangy taste of her essence. As I begin to lick them clean, I wonder if anyone is watching this little exhibition. Behind the bar, I see Myra taking it all in, realizing I’m going to ignore all her advice.
“You taste wonderful,” I sigh. She moves forward, grips my hair to pull my head back, then kisses me, softly, her moist lips gliding over my trembling ones, her tongue dipping lightly into my mouth, sliding along my teeth. I feel the moisture leaking into my panties.
She gets more aggressive now, oblivious to anyone else in the room. Her mouth devours mine as her hands wander over me like I’m her personal possession. Her left hand reaches boldly up my top while her right goes down the back of my pants. I feel her fingers exploring between my butt cheeks until one finds my rear hole, firmly circles it, and then nudges the tip inside. I moan shamelessly against her tongue. I love ass play anyway, but this is more than that – it’s a show of power, an invasion of my most private spot, in a public place, an indication that she can and will do whatever she wants to me.
“You little slut,” she whispers, “you like my finger up your butt, don’t you?” I respond with an inaudible cry, and she continues, “Well, I like it, too,” she breathes, her fingertip inching deeper into me. “And when we’re done tonight, I’ll enjoy knowing I’ve had my fingers way up inside your sweet little bottom, and I’ll remember how you squirmed and moaned and begged for more.”
I can only whimper in response. She is driving me wild, stimulating both my body and my mind. At that moment, I just need to go somewhere with her and do anything and everything she wants.
She kisses me again and I sense her passion growing like mine, but suddenly she breaks it off. “You know what?” she says. She has that same commanding look in her eyes as she continues, quite matter-of-factly, “I think it’s time you sucked me. Get under the table.”
I’m shocked and I hesitate, looking around us. She wants me, no, she expects me to lick her right here, now, with all these people nearby! Unable to resist, I look quickly around the room to see if anyone is watching, then slip down into the darkness.
My face is just inches from the crotch of her panties. A heady aroma fills my nostrils. I placed her mouth directly over her panty-covered mound and suck gently on the fabric, taking in the soft flesh beneath it. As I suck, my tongue works up and down over the hidden slit, and I feel the first bit of fluids seeping out of her. Her hips edge forward just a bit and I can tell she likes what I’m doing for her. I’m really excited now. My one hand moves to caress her thigh while the other pulls her panty aside, providing direct access to the delicate flesh of her genitals. I place a gentle kiss on her wetness, then a quick, soft lick. I’m about to dig deeper into her sweetness when suddenly it’s over, just as quickly as it began! Her hand is in my hair again, and I groan in frustration as she pulls me away from her. “Get back up here,” she says, just loud enough for me to hear.
There’s a satisfied smirk on her face as I shimmy back up into the booth. It’s clear to me now that this was a test, not of my sexual ability, but of my willingness to please her. “Sorry, pet,” she says. “I know you enjoyed doing that, but I just needed to see if you’re worth my time.” I search her face for a clue, hoping the answer is Yes. She runs her finger lightly over my lower lip. “Don’t worry,” she says. “You passed. That’s a talented little mouth you have there, dearie. I’m going to enjoy you.” The way she says this – “enjoy you” – makes me wetter than ever. When I came here tonight I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I know now. I want badly to experience what this woman has to offer.
We sit and drink a while and continue the conversation, which now turns more seriously to the situation at hand. “You know, ” she says, “I don’t usually go for ones as young as you. Most girls you age are really not very mature. …But I sense a difference with you.”
“I hope so,” I respond. I don’t know why she thinks this, but I’m not going to argue.
“Of course, sometimes you younger ones can’t handle my tastes. I’ve had a couple of bad experiences, misunderstandings.” I look at her inquisitively, hoping for more explanation. “The fact is,” she continues, “a younger woman can be very exciting for me, but I can be a really nasty bitch, you know? And I don’t just mean saying nasty things.” I look even more confused now, so she continues. “I mean, dearie, that sometimes a young woman – or an older one, for that matter – can be a really naughty girl, and must be taught a lesson. In fact, I very much enjoy teaching them a lesson, but sometimes they’re not ready for it, can’t handle it.” She looks directly at me now, very intently to make her point clear. “DO you understand, my pet?” If the point wasn’t clear before, the tone of “my pet” makes it abundantly so. I nod my understanding, muttering a low “uh huh” to go with it. I’ve never played the sort of games she’s talking about, but I’ve thought about it, and looking at her now, and having experienced pleasures with her so far this evening, she definitely has my attention.
For the time being, Lydia seems satisfied with my answer. We continue drinking, more or less in silence, watching the crowd of women who are starting to fill the dance floor. Around the room I can see several women looking at us. I wonder if they saw our earlier antics, Lydia furiously petting me, or me slipping briefly out of sight to please her. How many other girls have they seen here with her, just like me? Or maybe they’ve been in my place themselves, about to become her plaything for the night.
Finally, Lydia turns to me again and says, “So, are you feeling naughty now, Sweet Milene?” Her eyes move suggestively from my face to her lap. She lifts her skirt and parts her legs discreetly, indicating that I may play with her some more. I move slightly toward her to let my right hand move between her thighs, and she takes the opportunity to kiss me. We mesh together, and her kisses become more ardent as my fingers get busy between her legs. This time I have a better chance to “explore” and I take full advantage. Her pussy is hot and slick, her outer lips plump, and I can feel the firm bump of her already erect clitoris. In our embrace, I’m pressed against her full breasts, and I can feel her nipples poking through the fabric of her thin bra and blouse. On the other hand, I’m amazed at her composure, despite her obvious physical arousal. The change in her breathing is barely noticeable, and the only sign of response to my manipulations is an occasional flex of her thighs around my hand. Still, her kissing is clearly inspired, and for my part, I am quickly spinning out of control.
At last she breaks our kiss and asks me, “So, little Milene, are you ready to go home with me?” I’m so excited now that I can only nod my acceptance, but Lydia wants more assurance. “Are you sure you can handle this? Everything? Remember what I said – I can be a nasty bitch when I want to.” I think about what she’s said, about “naughty girls” and “lessons” and situations I’ve never been in before. Part of me is scared, but a bigger part is so, so ready to go with her – more ready because her hand is back between my legs, firmly massaging my clit through the thick denim of my jeans. Finally, I manage to push a single, desperate word from my lips. “Ple..ee..a..se!” A satisfied smile fills Lydia’s face and we get up to leave.
As we walk through the bar, Lydia’s arm is around my waist, and it’s clear that she is showing me off, proud to show everyone her “conquest” for tonight. I feel self conscious (I’m sure I’m blushing). but I like it, too, at least until we pass the bar. Myra is staring at me as we go by, and I feel a sudden twinge of shame, as if my mom just caught me masturbating. I really am a naughty girl, I think, but then I just let it go. Lydia’s hand is on my rear now, gently squeezing my buns as we walk. “Oh, you have a sweet little butt, girl, ” she tells me. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.” I’m excited by her comment, excited and scared. I’m sure I’m in for a night to remember.
We walk quickly to a nearby garage where Lydia’s car is parked. Not surprisingly, it’s a nice one – a Mercedes convertible, a two-seater that looks brand new. Lydia opens the passenger door for me and I climb into the nicest car I’ve ever ridden in. As Lydia drives, I look down at her lap and think about how I diddled her back in the bar. These thoughts keep me excited as we drive along the water. We head toward a series of high-rises and ultimately turn into the garage attached to one of them. More luxury, I think, and I realize that this will be quite an experience, whether it turns out good or bad from a sexual standpoint. But I’m pretty sure it’s going to be good.
We hop on the elevator and stand in the usual “elevator silence” as it rises to one of the upper floors. I’m dying to touch her again, but she shows no interest at the moment, so I restrain myself. From the elevator it’s a brief walk down the hall to Lydia’s condo. She unlocks the door and lets me in, following behind me.
As expected, her place is amazing – large and exquisitely furnished. I start to comment on it, but before I can, Lydia is on me, pinning me against the door, her hands cupping my buttocks as she lifts me slightly to adjust for our heights. Suddenly she seems very, very aroused, much different from the bar. She kisses me, her mouth open and wanton, her tongue plunging into my mouth, where it is met with my own. I hear a muffled “Mmmmm” from her. It’s the most obvious reaction I’ve gotten from her yet, and it adds to my own arousal.
Now her hands are more active, cupping my breasts through my shirt and bra, then quickly moving down to tug at my belt. I help her undo it and then she’s at my pants, opening the button and zipper and pushing the jeans down over my hips. In a flash, my top is pushed up, my bra unclasped, and I feel the cool air hit my naked breasts. Lydia breaks our kiss for a moment to look at them. She rolls both of my nipples between her fingers, making them even harder than they already are. “You have nice little titties, Milene,” she purrs, and I feel warm and wanted. I know my breasts are small compared to hers, but I’ve always been proud of their shape – full and round despite their humble size.
Her mouth returns to mine as my temperature continues to rise. I just love kissing, and her technique is wonderful. She takes her time exploring my mouth, her lips and tongue moving luxuriously over every part of my mouth. The sensuality is intense. At the same time her hands are busy on my body, roaming over my breasts, squeezing the bare cheeks of my ass, tracing over my abdomen, and just teasing lower. My whole body moves against her, begging for more sensation, but she’s on her own schedule, not mine. I’m there for her enjoyment, my clothing pushed up and down to give her access to the most intimate parts of my body. It feels so good and dirty to be exposed that way, more so than being completely naked. These are the only parts of me she’s really interested in, and that makes the whole situation even hotter.
Lydia bends down to take my right nipple in her mouth. She sucks me expertly, her tongue flicking delicately over the sensitive flesh, then gently taking it between her teeth before gobbling half my tit into her mouth. Once that one is entirely aroused, she gives the same treatment to the left one. I cradle her head and hold on, closing my eyes, trying to focus entirely on the wonderful feelings she’s giving me.
Now her hand is between my legs, moving oh so lightly, barely brushing over my engorged lips, making me twitch as she expertly teases me. One finger traces circles around my opening and I utter an unsteady sigh of anticipation. She slips it inside me and my sigh becomes an unbridled moan. I know I’m wet and I can hear the squishy sounds her finger makes as it moves inside my folds. “Ohhhhh unghhhhh!!” I cry out as she inserts two, and then three fingers completely into my vagina.
Lydia licks at my throat as she moves her fingers back and forth in my pussy, making me shake with arousal. The feelings between my legs are so wonderful that at first I don’t even notice her other hand exploring behind me. But now I do – the fingers rolling up and down in my butt crease, a single finger circling tightly around my anus. I feel it move forward to gather some of my moisture, then back to my rear, and I mutter a frantic “Mmmmm..ahhhhh” as it slowly pushes inside. She moves it slowly in and out of my clinging ass muscle, each time a little deeper, and I’m quivering with excitement. I don’t know which hand to push against – they both feel so good.
Now her finger slides all the way up into my asshole and I shriek with the pleasure of it. Sweet Jesus, her fingers are so long! Still, she probes deeper, almost lifting me off the floor with it, vibrating her digit in my bottom, tickling deep in my anal canal. She emits a feral growl and whispers hotly in my ear, “You do love my finger up your ass, don’t you, dirty girl? What a filthy little slut you are.” I respond with a mindless babble, totally out of control. I came to her place thinking she wanted me to do her. My god, I never expected to be taken this way. I feel totally possessed by her, used by her, and I love it.
She’s all over me now, the stimulation is everywhere. She’s sucking on my breasts, just ravishing them. Her left hand is between my legs, three fingers working in my pussy, while her thumb flips my clit back and forth, generating needy tremors in my pelvis each time it does so. But it’s her right hand, the one in my ass, that’s driving me wild. My hips start to jerk, my breath rushes in and out – her middle finger is so far up into my rectum, I can’t believe it. She starts moving it again, rough circular motions, rooting around deep inside me. She gives me three hard thrusts up the ass and my back arches, I grab frantically onto her shoulders, and with a brief scream I come, come in my cunt and in my bottom, harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
My orgasm seems to go on forever, shaking there in her arms, little cries of ecstasy forced from my lips as the waves soar through me. An electric charge surges through my entire body as she keeps going, still stimulating me. Her mouth is on mine again, smothering my cries with her sweet lips and tongue as her hands continue to work me down below. I try to spread my legs more, hoping to get her farther up into me, but it’s hard while I’m standing. Lydia sees this and reacts, pinning me hard against the wall as I raise my left leg to allow her deeper access. I feel her finger slip out of my bottom and for a second I’m distraught, but then she changes tactics, jamming her thumb into my pussy as not one, but two fingers ram back into my asshole. Her fingers work furiously, trying to meet inside me but separated by my vaginal and anal tissues. Oh god, I’m so wet! I picture my fluids dripping off her hand and that sets me off again, whimpering incoherently as I climax for the second time in minutes.
This time she eases me down. My thighs are trembling from the experience and I can barely stand. She gives one final squeeze between my two holes and then slips all of her fingers out of me. She grabs my face and kisses me with a passion that I have not seen before. I feel my own juices wetting my cheek as her hand clutches me there. Now her own need is apparent, and she wants satisfaction. I feel her firm grip on my shoulders and I’m being pushed down, down to my knees and to the liquid treasure that is Lydia’s cunt.
She’s still fully dressed, but she quickly undoes her skirt and drops it to the floor, revealing the black satin thong that was in my mouth earlier this evening. My hands are trembling as I reach forward and slip the flimsy thing down over her hips and thighs. Lydia steps out of it and leans forward slightly, raising her left leg and bracing her knee against the wall, to give me access to her throbbing cunt. Her lips are swollen, a deep red color, and I can just glimpse the delicious pink flesh inside, already glistening with a thick coating of love juice. A hand on my head urges me forward and I can’t suppress a long groan as we meld together and, at last, I’m tasting her again.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. I’ve been thinking about doing this since the moment I realized she might take me home with her. Struggling with my composure, I spread her cuntlips with my thumbs and lick all over the slick flesh inside. I feel her tremble as I do so, but I can tell she’s trying to maintain control. I kiss the inside of her pussy, then remove my thumbs and simply lick up and down within her slit, enjoying the silky warmth of it against the sides of my tongue. Lydia’s very wet now, already creaming my face as I lick her. She tries to spread her legs wider, but it’s difficult in this position. “Wait,” she says breathlessly. “Move over here.”
Lydia moves to one of the leather chairs in the room. At the same time, she slips off the rest of her clothing, and for the first time, I see how beautiful her breasts truly are: large and full – 36C is my guess – with pale, almost translucent skin revealing several tiny blue veins on the undersides. Her beautiful pink areoles are large and delicious, stippled with little goosebumps of excitement. Lydia sees me staring at them and considerately offers one for me to suck. She lifts my face and I open my mouth to take it in. She looks down at me briefly, then closes her eyes and sighs as I spend several minutes licking and sucking. I do the same for the other one, until the tips of her luscious globes are wet with my saliva and both nipples are standing up hard.
Lydia wants more now and she takes a new position, kneeling on the seat of the chair, her shoulders resting comfortable on its back. Thrilled, I realize that I am to have her from behind. I drop to my knees again and take in the luscious sight before me. Her strong, shapely thighs lead up to the cheeks of her ass, silky smooth and creamy white. Her pussy is framed delightfully between them, the lips pouting outward, a delicate cleft waiting for the gentle caress of an eager tongue. Lydia shifts slightly, and as her legs move farther apart, the lips open up, and above them, the dark pink circle of her anus peeks out of the crevice of her bottom. Stifling a tiny cry of passion, I push my face into her, her dewy petals entering my mouth as my nose drives deep into the crack of her ass.
She was so right about me earlier. I was dying to get my face between her legs, to please her in every way, to let my tongue feel the silky textures inside her pussy, to suck on her meaty lips and feel her juices leak into my mouth. I love pussy, I knew I’d love hers, and now I’m going to do it all for her.
I lick her slowly, lovingly, my tongue subtly intruding into the creamy warmth of her cunt. The soft warmth of her ass against my face enhances the experience and stimulates me even more than I already am. I love eating someone from this position, because of the eroticism of the view and because of the mildly degrading feeling it provides. I dig in deeper, pushing my whole tongue inside her from behind, and I am rewarded with a wonderful pleasure sound from above me. I lick around inside her, sucking at the same time, pulling her wet folds into my lips. From this angle, it’s easy to avoid her clit, so I can tease her and extend our pleasure as much as possible. I feel her body tremble and already I can taste her cum running into my mouth, but I know this will go on for some time. I get a little shiver of my own as I think that I might be eating her for the rest of the night.
The warm and buttery cunt feels exquisite on my lips as I eat her like a gourmet, enjoying every flavor, every fold of her perfect pink pussy. Desperate to please her, my tongue searches, pulling her juices into my mouth, my nose filled with her essence. I take long, sensuous licks at her pussy, each time coming away with a thick coating of juice on my tongue. Her hips work in a slow, sensual rhythm as she quietly enjoys the stimulation of my oral affection. Though she’s dripping fluids profusely, she’s seems so calm, so relaxed, that I feel I’m more excited now than she is. I marvel again at her self control, which makes me even more determined to drive her up the wall.
I continue in this way for some time, exploring her vaginal area, licking lightly, then more passionately, kissing and sucking every place I can get to. Occasionally I catch her off guard and am rewarded with a half-hidden whimper or muscle jerk, but in general she hold on to her cool. Promising myself that I will break through, I move upward in a deliberate, sensuous lick, starting at her turgid clittie and moving slowly up through the crack of her ass. As my tongue drifts wetly over her rosebud, her back arches slightly and a quiet but heartfelt “Ohhhhhh,” fills the room. I smile to myself as I realize I’ve found the key.
I kiss her softly right on the anus, feeling the hot little ring contract against my lips. Lydia issues a low moan. Her previous mood of luxurious pleasure-taking is now giving way to a more earnest need for satisfaction. Encouraged and stimulated, I kiss her asshole again and again, each time a little longer, a little more passionately.
Now my thumbs move to her pinkish tan hole and spread it open, exposing the deeper pink tissue at its center. I lick lightly there, tickling the most sensitive parts, just inside. Soon my tongue is pressing forward, entering the soft, clinging heat of her bottom. Her back arches more now and a low groan escapes her lips as I probe deeper inside her, moving slowly but insistently until the full length of my tongue is buried in her ass. I wiggle it inside her and she groans and trembles, fighting to maintain control. It’s so exciting to serve her this way! I pull back out and lick once more around the rim of her butt hole, then, spreading her cheeks, I place my open mouth over her anal muscle and suck, slowly and gently, my head moving back and forth as I do so.
Her voice is a rough hiss now, her breath coming hard through gritted teeth. “Oh goddamn, you are a dirty girl, aren’t you? Are you enjoying that, pet? Enjoying my ass? No, enjoying my asshole!”
I love her talking to me this way. It feels so naughty, so good. The sight of her asshole just inches from my face, so shiny and wet from my licking, multiplies my passion. “Yes!” I blurt out, totally inflamed by what I’m doing for her. “Oh God, Yes!!!”
“Mmmmm, nice,” she responds, then adds, with relish, “But I’m going to have to punish you for being such a nasty little slut – later, of course, after you get me off like this.”
Inspired by her talk, I eat her ass with renewed enthusiasm, jamming my face between her warm, silky cheeks, licking up and down in her crack, and pushing my tongue up inside her. She’s loving it now, grunting and groaning, her butt moving sinfully against my probing tongue. “Unghhhhh,ahhhhh, gnhhhhh, oh fuck, eat it. Mmmmmmmmm. Whore. Yessssss.”
I move my fingers up to her dripping snatch, then farther, to her long-neglected clittie. As I touch her there, a deep tremor passing through her whole body, and I know it’s time for the final act. I signal her to turn around and she does, plopping down in the chair and pulling her legs up to give me access. I dive into her crotch, my mouth open wide over her hole, my tongue boring deep inside her moist channel. Then, sensing her need, I fix on the fat little clitoris, tonguing it and gently massaging it back and forth between my lips. Lydia groans loudly and rocks her knees back and forth and I keep it up, now using the flat of my tongue to provide a wet caress across the entire surface of her nubbin.
“Unnghhhhh,” she cries, “don’t stop, don’t you DARE stop, you sweet little BITCH!!!”
I don’t stop. I maintain my oral assault on her frantic nerve endings while pushing two fingers deep into her throbbing cunt, pushing up to search for her G-spot. A few rhythmic thrusts and some lightning-fast tongue flicks finally do it. Lydia’s hips come high off the chair, straining and trembling hard into my mouth. I feel an extra surge of liquid in my mouth and she’s there, spasms moving delightfully through her as cries of ecstasy fill the room. I stay on her and in her as she rides through her orgasm, then continue to lick her tenderly as she comes down. Her hips return to those lazy pumping motions and keep going that way for some time as I lick her clean. Finally, she is done, pushing my head gently but firmly away from her. We both lay there for some time, she on the chair, me between her legs, my cheek resting against her thigh. As we bask in the afterglow of our love session, she compliments me on my skills and I feel a warm rush of satisfaction that I was able to please her so well.
We rest a little longer and then Lydia grabs my wrist and raises me to my feet. “You are a good little tongue slave, my pet,” she says, then adds with an evil grin, “but I promised you a punishment, and it’s time you got it. Get in position, nasty girl.” She pushes on my neck, forcing me over the back of the leather chair, my head almost touching the seat. Our positions are essentially reversed, but I’m sure that what I have in store is not what I just did for her. Lydia is moving quickly now, and before I know what is happening, something is slipped over and clasped on my right hand. My left hand gets the same treatment, and I realize that I’m now secured with padded handcuffs, the other ends looped around the legs of the chair. I am totally exposed and totally helpless, my head down over the seat of the chair, my naked ass raised and ready for whatever it is that Lydia has in mind.
“Mmmmmm, yes,” she purrs, “you do have a sweet little butt. All set up and ready for me, too. This is going to be such fun.”
Lydia wanders off to another part of the room and I strain against my bindings to see what she’s doing. I can’t tell, but she returns momentarily and stands before me. In her hand she holds a small wooden paddle, about the size of a ping pong paddle, but thicker and with several holes in the center. It’s now clear what kind of punishment she has in mind for me.
Lydia waves the paddle briskly in front of me and I hear the air swooshing through the holes. “Have you ever been paddled before, my dear?” she asks. I tell her No, which is the truth, and this seems to please her. She reaches down to twirl one of my nipples hard between her thumb and forefinger. “Well then,” she chuckles, “this will be a special treat, won’t it?”
My mind is a jumble of feelings as she steps behind me. I’m scared, for sure. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I know it will hurt. I just don’t know how much. But I’m excited, too, as this is something I’ve thought about many times, without the courage or opportunity to try. Now I’m in the midst of it, my panties down around my knees, my breasts exposed against the supple leather of the chair’s back, my bare bottom awaiting its fate. I’m filled with the same wonderful dread and anticipation I had earlier, when I agreed to come here with this powerful, entrancing woman.
“How many do you deserve, pet? So bad you are. I think we’ll start with five, just to give you a taste, huh? Don’t worry, though , there’ll be plenty more.” She’s taunting me now, teasing me, “Feel free to scream, dear. Make as much noise as you want. The insulation here is perfect. And besides … I like it.”
There’s a long pause now. I know she’s still standing behind me, but she neither speaks nor moves to any action. She’s building the tension, making me anxious, and then, just as I’m about to relax, I hear the swoosh of air behind me and a loud “Smaaaack!” fills the room. An involuntary shriek escapes my lips as a rush of searing pain explodes in my right ass cheek.
I expect the pain to subside a bit, but it doesn’t. If anything, it increases in the few seconds following the initial smack. Lydia waits, letting me feel the heat building in my backside, enjoying my response to the punishment. Then there’s another swoosh as my left cheek gets the same treatment. I don’t cry out this time, just grit my teeth and take it. Still, the pain, now filling my entire backside, is worse than I imagined. I hear the air hissing through my clenched teeth and my whole body is shaking, trying to disperse the sting in my burning buns. She gives me three more, spacing them apart so that I fully experience the horrible/delicious sensations of each one before the next one hits.
She pauses now, as promised, taking some time to survey the results of her little game. By this time, tears fill my eyes. I can’t see, of course, but I imagine my butt to be a deep cherry red. The stinging back there just won’t stop and I wonder how I can take any more, but a part of me definitely wants more, desperately so. The whole situation – the pain, the submission, the lack of control – have me so turned on I can’t even understand it. Behind me, I feel the soft touch of Lydia’s hand running lightly over my tortured buttocks. It does nothing to relieve the stinging, but it’s arousing nonetheless. I can hear Lydia breathing hard, and I know it’s not a sign of exertion, but of her own arousal.
The first five are done, but I know it’s not over. Nothing is said, but she has obviously decided I can take more, and it’s clear that she’s going to continue. She tells me what a pretty red bottom I have and then starts back in. As the paddle rises and falls, I can feel my pussy leaking juice onto the fine leather of her chair. By the tenth strike, I’m sobbing aloud. On the next one, I begin to scream. She picks up the pace, and soon I am screaming and sobbing continuously. I beg for mercy, kicking my legs up, pulling on the cuffs that hold me in place, but she ignores me and continues – twenty, twenty-five smacks as my bottom burns brightly. She’s setting my butt on fire, and despite my screams, she knows that I want this. My pussy juices are flowing as if a dam has broken. I am totally overwhelmed at how much I am stimulated.
Then, with my rear end so red and stinging, Lydia uncuffs me and pulls me onto the floor. In seconds, she’s on me, her hips perched over my face. She pauses there for a moment, savoring her position. Then she lowers herself, exclaiming softly, “Ohhhhh yeahhhhh”, as she grinds her heat hard onto my waiting mouth. Her thighs tighten around my head and I’m completely immersed in her. I’m still softly crying, but now I’m eating her again and it just feels so right.
Her whole crotch is absolutely soaked. Spanking me has clearly inflamed her passions, and the juices are just dripping out of her. I can feel them running down my cheeks as I start to lick her in earnest. The tears stop and I’m really into it now. The intense stinging is still obvious in my backside, but it reminds me of how she has used me, how I’ve submitted to her, and this merely adds to the other heat that I feel between my legs. I grab her hips and begin to feast with abandon on her luscious flaps, her cunt cream drooling copiously into my eager mouth. I swallow it, incited by the thought that her fluids are sliding into my belly. An image crosses my mind of her squirting into my throat, and while I know it won’t happen, the idea of it sets me off with renewed enthusiasm.
Lydia is into it now, too. She’s not controlled anymore. “Clean me,” she mutters. “Drink me.” Her whole body is shaking again, trembling as my mouth pulls the pleasure out of that throbbing gash between her legs. I pull her down harder onto me, forcing my face in deeper, licking everywhere inside her, moaning like a cheap whore as I grovel beneath her. I pull her slightly forward and sweep down again to her asshole, cleaning up the cream that has oozed down to that space between her cheeks. I tickle her little rim, just a bit, and bury my nose in the wet furnace of her pussy.
Her hands are on my head now, fingers dug tightly into my hair, holding me in place as she continues to grind herself over my face. Oh god, it’s so, so good! I’m just beside myself with the intensity of the experience. I reach up to palm her breasts, playing with her erect nipples and relishing the blissfully soft feel of her full mounds in my hands, while she continues to fuck my face with a vengeance.
I can’t take it anymore. My mouth full of pussy, my bottom still hot and stinging, my head and face obscenely wiped by this beautiful, powerful woman, I am completely over stimulated. Giving in to my urges, I plunge both hands into my own crotch and begin to furiously diddle myself. In seconds I’m coming hard, the tremors surging through my body as my squeals and cries are muffled in the swampy depths of Lydia’s cunt.
Lydia is just a close as I am. As she sees me go over the edge, moaning wantonly into her tingly crotch, she erupts herself, bucking and shaking once again into my hungry mouth. We get off together, her hips shuddering down hard onto my face, while my own hump frantically in the air behind her. The waves of ecstasy extend and linger in both of us much longer than we ever expected.
My orgasm begins to ebb, but Lydia’s persists, the sporadic jerks of her hips continuing for almost a minute after the initial onslaught. She finally finishes and with a long, satisfied sigh, falling forward onto her hands, so that I am completely engulfed in the sticky heat of her sex. She rolls off me and slumps back against the padded base of the chair, for now completely spent, her arms and legs widely sprawled, the pink-white pillows of her breasts heaving on her chest. She looks at me between her legs with heavy-lidded eyes, totally satiated but still exuding control and command with those steely blue daggers. She is truly an exquisite beauty, so sexually feminine but at the same time mentally and emotionally demanding. I notice that, despite my efforts, the space between her legs is still (or again?) clearly very wet, and she looks so good, so delicious, that I immediately want to start on her again. But it’s not my place to decide, so instead I let her recover, gently stroking her calves as she lies there, hoping she is not finished with me, that I will get at least one more chance to please her before the night is over.
At last, she recovers enough to let me know what she is thinking. She smiles warmly, the first true warmth I’ve seen from her. “Mmmmm,” she sighs. “I made a good choice with you tonight, little one. Who would have thought that such a young one would have such talents?” I smile with content and she continues, “Wherever did you acquire those delightfully nasty habits?” I giggle softly at this last question, but I have no answer for her, only that I loved everything we did and would love to do more. She smiles even broader and shakes her head at my enthusiasm. “Well,” she chuckles, “who am I to deny you? We have all night, don’t we?”