The Boss's Pet

Day1
I’m 26 and married, and Diana is my boss. On Monday I was sitting next to her in her office when she put her hand on my thigh, sliding it up under my skirt. I hadn't had sex with a girl for years, so it was a complete surprise. I didn't know what to do, but without my thinking about it I found that I had opened my legs for her. S

She gentle caressed the inside of my thigh, she didn't touch my pussy, though I'm sure I would have let her. She kissed me, still with her hand up my skirt, then told me we had better get on with the work. I was in a daze the rest of the day.

Day4
After a day or two when nothing else happened I had decided that the whole thing was a spur of the moment thing and that was that. Then she asked me to go for a drink with her, and would I wear stockings instead of my usual tights.

She took me to a gay club where I felt uncomfortable, especially when she started openly fondling my bottom in front of her mates. When we danced she put her hands on my bottom, under my skirt. I suppose it was Ok because other couples were doing the similar things, but I felt really embarrassed.

Afterwards she took me back to her apartment, and asked me to undress for her. Again I was very embarrassed and nearly rushed out of the door, but by then my pussy was ruling my head, so I guess desire made me stay. She is a very good lover, she had me gasping when she buried her face between my legs. When I had had all I thought I could take, she produced a strap-on thingy and fucked me doggy style till I came screaming.

Although she came whilst doing this, she wouldn't let me between her legs, and obviously didn’t like it when I touched her breasts. Her pleasure seems to be in dominating me and making me wild with desire. While she was using the strap-on she put a wet finger in my arse hole, which made me feel humiliated and abused, but also increased my desire. She told me that next time she would be putting the thing in my arse.

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

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

I let her know that I would be staying late to finish the file I was working on. I took the file into her office to ask her about it, then dropped it as I was leaving. I gave her the back view as I bent down to pick it up, keeping my legs straight.

She must have been able to see all my bare legs above my stockings, and my pink panties. Before straightening up I turned and smiled at her. She raised an eyebrow, that’s all – but she did work late herself, and when everyone else had left she called me into her office.

She locked the door behind me and immediately took me in her arms and kissed me deeply. Within no time she had her hands under my skirt and slid down my panties. I stepped out of them and she picked them up and put them in her purse.

Still kissing me she started rubbing my pussy, I was very wet already, but then she put one hand behind me and slid her finger into my arse. Wow, total violation, total humiliation, but I didn't care I didn't want her to stop. She finger fucked my arse, holding my pussy with the other hand, till I came.

When I had calmed down she said we'd go to her place and she'd do supper. In the taxi she put her arm round me and started kissing me. I loved it, but realised that the driver was watching us in his mirror and I got very flustered. However I soon forgot him when she slid her hand under my skirt again (remember I had lost my panties).

This time she went for my pussy. I should have kept my knees together, but no chance, they parted without any decision from me. She had me cumming as we turned into her road, and I was still shaking when I had to get out of the taxi and stand up.

She made a pasta and opened a cold white wine. We ate in the kitchen, on stools, and talked about work, Afterwards she suggested we take our drinks through. "Through" of course meant into the bedroom.

She closed the door and stood looking at me, raised her eyebrow and half smiled. I knew what she was asking, so I got undressed without a word. I did it slowly folding my clothes carefully, starting with the stockings, then I lifted up my skirt to remove the garter belt, remembering too late that I had lost my panties. Ah well! I took my top off slowly, then undid the bra, lowering it slowly because my breasts are really too saggy.

Finally I dropped my skirt, turning my back on her to pick it up, then blushing as I realised what I had shown her. I stood with hands on hips looking at her looking at me. She didn't say anything but after she had studied me for an age (more blushes from me) she spread her hands, I spread my legs.

She must have seen my arousal, because my pussy and inside the tops of my thighs felt soaking wet. it was a relief when she indicated a twirl, so I turned round to give her the back view. I looked round at her and tried to smile. After she had studied me she came up behind me, put her arms round me and her hands onto my breasts. She caressed them quiet hard, and teasing my nipples till they felt huge, kissing me again till I felt breathless.

She undressed quickly and matter of factly, but kept her bra on. A pity, because her breasts look as if they might be nice to play with, but I've never seen them. Although I was expecting it, I felt myself go pale as she went to the bedside drawer and got the strap-on thing out. I watched her step into it and do the belt up.

She stood looking at me, with the thing poking out so aggressively. I stared at it, then realised that I had to do something, or give in to my fears. I walked up to her and kissed her (its usually her kissing me) and put my hand on it, working it up and down. I reached down for the balls, then realised of course there aren't any (felt silly) After working it for a bit, I realised that it was exciting Diana, obviously her end was rubbing on her clit. I dropped down on my knees and deepthroated it as much as I could. It was bigger and fatter than my husband, but not that much, I decided.

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

Finally she approached me, and started rubbing the thing, first against my soaking pussy, then between the cheeks of my arse.
Where do you want it? she asked. Panic. Where did I want it? I knew where she wanted to put it, but I didn’t want to ask. Anywhere I stammered, Put it where you want.

I asked where do you want it. Do you want it in your cunt or your arse? Very angry, icy cold!
Oh please, in my arse, in my arse and in a small voice And please be gentle

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

Then it was deep inside me and I felt my muscles relax allowing her to move deeply, completely into me. I heard myself groaning. She asked if it felt good, Yes I replied between the groans, and it did!. Without conscious thought I found myself moving to meet her thrusts. I felt totally violated, humiliated but hugely and darkly excited. I wanted her inside me totally. I stopped groaning and felt my excitement mounting.

She reached in front of me and touched my clit. I felt myself cumming. As I started to cum she began spanking my bottom with her other hand. Quiet hard, each one stung, and echoed loudly round the room. It was the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had!!

She pulled out of me gently and I felt my arse close tight. She helped me from the tabletop and led me onto the bed. She lay down beside me and held me tight. I began to cry, I don't know why, I wasn't hurting, just emotionally drained I guess. I slept for a while in her arms feeling tender and loved, before she gently woke me up and told me it was time to go home. I dressed without a word, leaving off my stockings, they went in my purse, and my panties (I didn't like to ask for them back) and she called me a cab.

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

Day9 The following Day I was just finishing for the day when she called me in to her office again, We sat side by side on her couch and, very matter of factly, she put her arm round me and kissed me deeply. Of course I spread my legs for her.

She didn’t take off my panties, just worked round them and onto my wet excited pussy. I remembered with a jolt how it felt when she masturbated me, already I am familiar with her gorgeous touch, very gentle then a squeeze on my clit, Then more insistent. I hoped she was going to go down on me like the first time, but she didn't. I guess that was an introductory offer (new customers only) .

I felt her fingers inside me, until she is finger-fucking me and working her thumb on my clit. Meanwhile her other hand is working my breast. Harder now, squeezing it and pinching my nipple. I give myself away when I’m about to come, throaty noises, gasping etc, and as I got near, she stopped. Her fingers stilled in my pussy (though I was very aware of them still in there) her thumb left my clit, and her other hand stilled, just holding my breast.

When I calmed, she began again, but again wouldn’t let me cum. I don’t know how many times she did this, but I was reduced to saying "Please Diana, let me cum, please please" She teased me for a bit, saying things like "Oh, does my baby want to cum does she" with me begging for it.

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

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

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

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

Later, in Diana’s office it was hard to keep crossing my legs and flashing my stocking tops without showing my (illegal?) knickers. It obviously frustrated her, because, as I got up to go she said my name, when I looked at her she gestured, pretended to raise her skirt. I’m sure I went as pale as death. Of course I understood. What could I do? I shook my head, In that moment she looked very angry, lent forward and lifted my skirt.

For a fleeting moment I hoped that my stocking tops and the oh so sexy tiny lace panties would melt her, but I should have know better. She half turned me, then, still holding my skirt up with one hand, Delivered a vicious smack to my bare thigh. It was so hard, so loud and so unexpected that I cried out. I felt my eyes water with shock and humiliation. Diana turned her back on me, I fled.

Now what?? Straight to the wash room, where I dried my eyes and calmed myself. Then panties off and into my purse. I was puzzled and embarrassed about the dampness on them. There had been nothing sexual, why was I getting wet?

Anyway, straight back to her office, knocked on the door. A curt "yes" from her. I walked in, she still had a face like thunder. I didn’t say anything, but stood in front of her, legs apart and lift up my skirt. She gazed at my damp pussy, smiled, then leant forward and pushed her face into. Her hand followed, round the back seeking out my arse.

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

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

On Wednesday night it was my husband’s football night. He plays with friends, then usually goes off for a few drinks with them afterwards, so by the time he gets home its late, and, having had a few beers, all he wants to do is sleep
When I got home he was already home, and in the bath. I quickly peeled off my clothes and jumped in with him, but we hadn’t time for more than a kiss and a cuddle. I had just climbed out myself, and put on loose baggy pants and a sloppy jumper (nothing else) – ideal for lounging round in, but very unsexy, when I heard him talking on the intercom. I thought it was one of his friends come to pick him up for football., but then I heard a woman’s voice at the door.

I went through, and there was Diana, dressed as I’ve never seen her, also in loose baggy pants and a jumper, and clutching her briefcase in front of her.. She gave my husband a peck on the cheek and explained that she was sorry to disturb me at home, but the case I had been working on needed to be finalised tonight. I didn’t know what she was talking about, there was nothing I could think of that was urgent.

She stepped up to me, now with the briefcase down by her side, and gave me a peck on the cheek, and pushed herself against me as she did so. I nearly jumped back in horror and surprise as I felt her cock hard against my stomach – she was wearing her strap-on!! I don’t know if I went pale, or bright red, but I suspect both at the same time, and felt weak at the knees. My husband said he had to dash, and to be sure to offer Diana a drink.

She said she’d love a glass of wine, and going to get it allowed me to calm myself and summons up my resources. My thoughts were how unsexy I looked, and I had no makeup on. She looked at me and smiled, raising her eyebrow. "What?" I stammered.

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

Good girl she said, and began to caress my arse, and down between my legs. I could feel myself getting very wet. She produced a bottle of lubricant and applied it to my arse hole, pushing a greased finger in as far as she could, and stroked between my legs, exciting my clit., and getting me even wetter. Suddenly he began to smack me, short, sharp smacks, pausing a second between each. What am I doing, I thought, letting a fully clothed woman spank my bottom, but I found I was lifting my buttocks to receive each smack.

Now arch your back more. Come on, lift your arse up for me I lifted. Another series of smacks, this time very hard, so that I cried out with each one. I began to weep, not from the pain, but from shame and humiliation.
When the spanking stopped, I looked round behind me to see her undoing her trousers (they had a zip like a mans) and taking out the thing. She stood behind me, holding me round the hips, pulling me gently towards her, and began to ease it into my arse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I pushed up against it, manoeuvring myself so it was against my pussy, and I guess masturbating myself against it as much as dancing. Her hands were all over my bare arse, but I didn't care! And when she kissed me, I kissed her back, opening my mouth for her insistent tongue. I’m sure I would have had an orgasm right there on the dance floor if we had carried on much longer.

Anyway Laurie led me back to the table and pulled me down next to her. I looked at D in despair, but she just smiled. This time it was Laurie’s fat fingers on my pussy. There I was, skirt up, knees widely spread, with her hand working on me and with my hand masturbating Laurie’s strapon through her trousers. Her insistent fingers, her mouth on mine and the feel of her strapon in my hand, soon finished what the dance started and I came gasping.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


Day23
I’ve just been in to see Diana (purely business) but as usual as I stood next to her her hand was up my skirt and onto my pussy, just gently feeling.
She said how much she was looking forward to this evening, and should she bring anything? As she said this she opened her top drawer, and there it was, that whip.
I went bright red, totally giving myself away, and stammered something like
Bring anything you like.

What do you mean Sarah, anything?
Oh, please don’t make me ask for it, but she did, and I gave in, as usual
Please bring the whip Diana
And? Oh no, I’m not going to ask for that, please don’t make me, but of course she did.
And the strap-on, please (I’d never actually spoken that word before! )

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She returned to the couch and her briefcase, and produced the whip. I was frightened but tingly all over. I just stood there as she stroked me with it, then she started to lash my arse. I quickly realised that although it stung a bit, I had nothing to fear from it. After moving up and down my back, and the back of my legs (that hurt more) she moved to my front, and asked me to spread my legs. Now this was getting more serious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She gave me a piece of paper with her phone number on. She said that none of Diana’s girlfriends lasted very long, and when Diana had had enough of me, to give her a call. She had her other hand on her ‘cock’ and was stroking it, I realised I was staring at it, and hastily dragged my eyes away, blushing furiously. We saw Diana returning, so Laurie took her hand off my thigh (it had been creeping up and had just about reached my pussy) and I hurriedly put her note in my purse.

Back at her flat Diana did the smile and the raised eyebrow thing and I quickly undressed as sexily as I could. (I still hate the way I respond to her signals, but I was too horny to deal with that issue). I wanted to do it slowly and sexily, but by then I was gagging for it, as they say, and I couldn’t get my clothes off quickly enough.

After I had stood for inspection, legs apart, pussy and upper thigh glistening, feeling shame and embarrassment, she undressed herself, except for her bra again, and put the thing on. I sat on her knee facing her, and at last we fucked!!! I did reach behind her and remove her bra and she didn’t stop me so I had those fantastic breasts to hold, but then she told me to put my arms behind me and hold onto her knees.

She began to slap my breasts, making them jiggle about, Needless to say this had me crying out with pain/humiliation/joy and I fucked her even harder. Of course I soon came, and collapsed into her arms, where she held me and kissed and cuddled me with the thing still in my pussy.

When I got home and was getting my keys out of my purse I found Laurie’s note. I was about to throw it away when something stopped me. I folded it up and put it in a drawer. I am confused about Laurie. I remembered her hand creeping up my leg. With shame I remember how totally I succumbed to her that first time. And Diana had been deliberately keeping me aroused and horny.

I’m also confused why I lied and told Laurie that Diana had whipped me. She hadn’t actually, just spanked me with her hand, but somehow that seemed feeble when Laurie asked me the question.

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

To Be Continued...

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