With trembling hands, you started to undress, although nothing was
spoken. Part of you wondered what in the world you had done, what were
you doing, why were you so willingly submitting to this strange woman.
But the desire within you overwhelmed any ability to think, to resist,
and your hands reached up the buttons on your blouse. One by one, they
were undone, until it fell in a pool to the ground. Then your skirt,
and petticoat, and the chemise, and you stand before her in your corset
and bloomers, your hands clasped behind you, your head bowed in
submission. Why am I standing this way? You stopped to think for a
moment, but another voice within you answered: Because this is the way
slaves stand for their master. The thought was shocking, what, I am
her slave? you though, but it was thrilling as well. Then, you
realized the truth: Yes, I am her slave, you thought, and the thought
made you happier than you knew you could be.

As she applied makeup to her face, she thought back to the sex she’d
just had with Charlie. Charlie wasn’t the greatest lover in the world, his
idea of erotic enticement being her sucking him until he was just about ready
to come, and then quickly driving his poker in and out of her until he reached
his orgasm. Of course, she’d fake her orgasms so he’d think he’d really
turned her on, but in reality, she wished he’d take the time to get her
excited first too. She’d tried to talk with him about that a few times, but
each time he’d just gotten mad and told her that if he wasn’t enough of a man,
she should try and find someone who was; provided they’d be willing to pay the
bills and help her manage the money she made working as a bartender. Charlie
may not have been the greatest, but she had known far worse men in her
lifetime.

Charlie was laying on his back on the queen-sized bed when Kathy
strolled into the bedroom, her nakedness causing him to grab his limp pecker
and shake it in her direction.

“How’d you like to clean this off for me with your freshly rubied lips?”
There was a subtle mocking inflection in his voice.

“You know I have to open the bar at 6, Charlie.” Kathy replied, giving
Charlie a look that should have been in a scabbard.

“Well shit, it wasn’t that good of a fuck this afternoon anyway!”

Charlie’s words caused Kathy to look as though a glob of Jello had just
fallen off her spoon and down her cleavage. She turned to the closet and
reached for the hanger containing her shorts and tank-top, there was no mercy
in her face. Turning, she gave Charlie a slightly deprecating smile as she
carried her clothes back into the bathroom.

Charlie had stayed on the bed fondling himself while she dressed in the
bathroom. Noting that she had forgotten to get her bra while she was in the
bedroom, she decided to go braless that night, rather than going back and
enduring anymore of Charlie’s barbs. Kathy departed the apartment without any
further incidents, Charlie’s moans echoing through the house as he shot his
wad onto his hairy stomach.

“Oh my, you look good enough to eat.” Stephanie’s voice boomed across
the empty room as Kathy crossed from the entryway to the main bar along the
far wall.

Kathy looked at her co-worker and friend enviously. She had always been
in awe of Stephanie’s five-foot-ten height and long slender legs. She
marvelled at the deep bronze of Stephanie’s tan, even though Stephanie’s
flaming red hair was indicative of a paler complexion. Coming around behind
the bar, Kathy quickly noted the huge spikes poking through the loose mesh of
the flimsy pullover covering Stephanie’s chest; the crimson red nipples simple
evidence that Stephanie wasn’t wearing a bra that evening either. Stephanie
gave Kathy’s buttocks a seductive pat as she bent over to put her purse on the
shelf under the cash register, the gesture typical of her unusual personality.

“You don’t exactly look like fast food yourself.” Kathy’s words were
spoken in tones hoarse and strained with pain.

“Bullshit from Charlie again?” Stephanie asked, her voice making a
guttural sound.

Kathy had to fight to keep her voice steady as she gave Stephanie an
edited rendition of the half hour she’d spent with Charlie, before she had to
get ready for work. Stephanie oozed conciliation as she tried to help Kathy
clear her muddled thoughts, her ideas regarding Charlie spoken in sarcastic,
biting tones. Eventually Stephanie poured them both short drinks, and both
women stood behind the bar ruminating over how nice it would be if Charlie met
with a variety of terminal disasters. Stephanie spoke a trifle petulantly as
she tried to close the conversation on a happy note, her words a promise to
Kathy that there was always hope for a happier ending to the evening tonight.

Connie had been my best friend. We grew up together and had known each other
for nearly twenty years, even though we’d sort of lost touch a couple of years
back. We went to high school together and even lost our cherries to the same
guy! Boy, those were the days.

She and her husband had moved just a few blocks from where my husband, Eddie,
and I lived, so I followed her back to their place. She got out a bottle of
Harvey’s Bristol Cream to celebrate, and soon we were sitting on the settee,
drinking and giggling, carrying on just like it used to be.

Suddenly, Connie leaned forward and asked, “Is Eddie any good, you know, in
bed? I mean, do you have an orgasm when you fuck?”

It wasn’t like Connie to be so bold, but I answered her anyway.”Sure,” I said,
“most times. How about you and Frank?”

“Oh,” gushed Connie, “Frank is a
sex maniac and wants it all the time. “She giggled. “Do you want to know
what he does?”

“Sure.”

“He does this,” she continued and put her hand to my lap, pressing into my
pubes. I felt her finger rubbling my slit through my skirt and both of us
burst out laughing. She continued her demonstration of Frank’s tactics by
squeezing my now swelling pussy lips.

I didn’t protest and asked, “Does it always feel this good when he does it to
you?”

“Oh, yes,” she responded, “He always does it to me in public knowing quite
well the kick I get out of it.”

“It sure feels nice when you do it to me.”

“Does it?” she asked, her hand under my skirt now and creeping up my thighs
reaching for my panties.

I felt tremors rolling up from my pussy, “What are you doing?” I asked huskily.

“Do you mind?”

I opened my legs wider in response and felt her finger creep under the elastic
band on my panties. She probed about carefully at first, getting the lay of
my moist cunt, and then she stuffed her fingers deep in my wet hole.

She kept fingering me until our lips met across one another’s and we fell into
a hot embrace on the couch. I never felt so inflamed and hot before and
suddenly I wanted to eat her!

Pushing her back and pulling her legs wide apart, I began to feed hungrily at
her pink gash. I’d never eaten pussy before, but I loved it, especially the
way her excitement drooled out to cover my nose. Her clit was marvelously
meaty and I chewed it gently between my teeth all the while fingering her
juicing hole.

Connie arched to allow me better access to her throbbing cunt and I lunged
into it licking, chewing and sucking like I’d never be satisfied. I didn’t
know it could be this pleasurable, the taste and feel of another woman’s body,
so I sucked her harder and harder, finally bringing that pussy off to a creamy
climax.

In the hours that followed, Connie made love to me and showed me another
whole side of my sexual self. No longer would I be strictly a man’s woman,
I remember thinking to myself, and that’s how it is to this day.

About six months ago I was out on a date with an old friend of
mine. My daughter, Suzanne, was at home with two of her friends
from the local college, and she didn’t expect me home until much
later. I had no sooner arrived at my friend’s house than I got
the worst headache ever. After about thirty minutes I realized
that I would be no fun for the evening. I apologized to Tom and
returned home.
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“Damn!” Megan muttered to herself when she first noticed the little bump
showing through her blouse. She’d been banging a report into her desk
computer when a stray motion of her arm had set of the Itch.

She tried to ignore it, but ever since her hormone treatments had
started, she’d been pestered by the Itch. And once her implants had
eliminated the need for artificial bra fillers, the Itch had become her
master, and she the slave.

Anything could set the Itch off: a chance gesture, a cough, or even a
stray erotic thought. She’d tried to prevent its onset by wearing heavy
cotton bras, soft tricot bras, and today, even the bold experiment of no
bra at all, but it was no use.

Her hyper-sensitive nipples started swelling. As they grew, they became
more and more tender. Megan knew that her large brown aureoles were
visibly darkening as the juices flowed into them. She held her breath,
hoping to keep the tiny motions of her slick white blouse from
stimulating her breasts further, but her very heartbeat was enough to
thrill them!

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” she sighed, and placed her two hands
carefully atop the swell of her heavy mounds. All ten of her inch-long
red and black enameled nails pointed inward, almost meeting over the
chasm between her silky lapels.

She waited a moment for her slender fingers to absorb the warmth of her
bosom, then watched and felt them descending slowly, inexorably towards
her prominent, fleshy nubbins. Her breasts were afire with need, and
Megan relished the anticipation of filling that need almost as much as
the act itself!

With her fingertips, she caressed the bumpy surface of her aureoles
through the soft material, allowing the long, sharp tips of her nails to
flick lightly against her distended nipples. She forced herself to draw
in a long, shaky breath before succumbing to temptation and rolling the
sweet sprites gently between her fingers and thumbs.

She’d have closed her eyes in ecstasy, but she couldn’t tear them away
from the sight! For years, she had dreamt of moments like these, and
now that they were a reality, she intended to enjoy them to the fullest!

Inevitably, the Itch did not confine itself to her breasts. Her entire
body was becoming aroused. While one hand continued to tickle her
wonderful globes, the other stole towards the hem of her short skirt.

The phone speaker rudely curtailed her activities. “Megan, could I
speak to you, a minute?” It was always pleasant to hear Donna’s voice,
but Megan did not welcome the interruption.

“Certainly, Donna,” she replied, and followed that with a “shit!” the
instant the red light winked out. Megan stood inside her office door,
unsure whether to wait to calm down, or to hope that her excitement
would subside before reaching Donna’s room.

It was too sudden to avoid! Donna had turned to speak to another woman
just as she threw open Megan’s door, and walked headlong into her
friend.

“Ssssss!” Megan sucked in her breath. For a brief moment, her entire
being was focused upon the tender, swollen tips of her white-hot
breasts. She closed her eyes while the tide of erotic sensation swept
over her.

They remained motionless for less than two seconds, but it seemed like
minutes to Megan. Her extraordinarily sensitive nipples were pressed
tightly against Donna’s lush breasts. She could almost count the
stitches in Donna’s lace bra through their silky blouses.

Donna’s “Oh, my!” caused Megan’s blue-shadowed eyelids to flutter open.
Megan felt the warm red glow spreading upward from her snowy cleavage,
and witnessed the same flush underlaying Donna’s adroitly painted face.

“Excuse me,” “I’m sorry!” the ladies exclaimed simultaneously. As they
separated, Donna’s lace cups raked Megan’s raw nerve tips like
sandpaper.

Donna was equally startled by their accidental collision. She was
thankful that her report had fluttered to the floor as they had met;
gathering the scattered sheets enabled her to collect her rattled wits.
She had never imagined being sexually aroused by a chance contact with
another woman! She tried desperately not to dwell on the sensation of
Megan’s stiff nipples mashed tightly against her own ripe melons.

“I’m sorry, Donna,” Megan began, hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky
to Donna as it did to herself. “You startled me, and I …”

Megan stopped in mid sentence. She was completely flustered by the
sight of her finger-sized nipples showing so obviously through her
simple white blouse. She wanted to run away and hide, afraid of what
Donna might think!

“No, no, Megan, it was my fault,” Donna replied. “I was looking over my
shoulder when I came in, instead of looking where I was going. I didn’t
even knock.” She stood. “I was just bringing …”

Both women were suddenly very quiet. Megan’s heart pounded furiously,
and her eyes widened. She had not felt Donna’s nipples during their
contact. She was quiet sure of that. Yet there they were, standing to
attention under her shimmering red and black blouse, every bit as erect
as Megan’s own, defying her bra!

“Here’s the report” Donna suddenly blurted, thrusting the clump of
papers at Megan. She turned and hurried back to her office, closing the
door behind her.

Megan was startled to realize that, in her elevated emotional state, she
had been positively thrilled at the sight of Donna’s firm round fanny
swiveling beneath her slender leather skirt as she had run off. She
tried to get back to work, but the memory of Donna’s lace bra sliding
over her breasts were too strong to suppress.

Donna, in her office, just sat down and shook. She was hotter than she
had been in months, and she couldn’t fathom why! How could accidentally
bumping into her friend possibly have turned her on, so? She was no
lesbian! Certainly, she’d been happy to see the changes in Megan over
the last few months. She had watched her shy, diffident character
steadily expanding. Megan had become more confident, more alive. But,
Donna had never thought about her in an explicitly sexual context!

The more they thought, the more confused the women each became. Both
would have been shocked to know what the other was thinking.

Two pairs of panty-clad cheeks wiggled in two chairs as two skirts slid
higher. The girls were lucky. No one interrupted them.

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