A sex slaver/ Traffickers story

A slavers story

Jon (let’s call him) had got his passion for torture from his time in black Ops with his countries intelligence agency. 
He had fond memories of his times in El Salvador, Guantanamo Bay and Afghanistan. 
His hated for women he has had for much longer, much…. much longer. 

His childhood was unremarkable, some would say ordinary for the Mid-West of the USA.
A once thriving town now slowly sinking into decline and neglect.
An average student, average looking, those that know him would say average in every way.
However a tragic dark secret is his the story of his childhood. A victim of years of adult man to boy incest, he will never forgive his mother for sitting by and his his eyes doing nothing, allowing his father, uncles and their friends using him as their sex toy.

After finishing school, he wasted no time in getting as far away from the church going, republican voting, double-wide, 420 smoking, incest  life that is now the norm in the mid-west and enlisted in the Army.

Scraping though basic but failing the Psych test for the Rangers, he was offered Military intelligence, counter terrorism  sounded cool to him.

He loved his work and was considered by many within the dark shadow world in which he lived to be a skilled operator.

His job now, to kidnap young women and girls, turn them into willing obedient slaves and to then be sold to “men and women” of particular tastes around the world.


South East Asia and in particular Laos he considered the perfect place, poor, impoverished, little to no law enforcement and an abundance of young pretty victims.

Slaves at auction

Jon waited for a few minutes before going in. He was the one who  had brought them here, he couldn't remember their names,  not that it mattered and this was the last of last nights batch.
Once he entered the room he was greeted by the sight of one his new slaves chained to a wall with excellent view of the dungeon. He could almost smell the fear coming off her and noticed a little anger in her eyes too. That was how he liked it the most, fear with resentment, all the better for once she broke. Not if, but when. 

`What are you going to do to me?’ he heard. “Make you mine”. He started inspecting the toys and tools on the wall, browsing for some interesting things, purposely taking his time to further terrify the girl on the wall. Once he was done, he hadn't picked up anything. “ I'm going to enjoy this” he said to himself. The girl looked so innocent, just like in the Hospital he had seen her at first. 

He walked up to her and started zipping down the Nurses uniform she wore.

‘What are you doing, stop that right now’ the girl yelled in his ear. Jon had no noticeable reaction to this and just went on with his fun. “No bra, a little adventurous I see”. ‘Stop it, now’. John started to softly massage the breasts. ‘Don’t touch me, stop that’. The girl had the decency to look embarrassed when her nipples became erect. He could see the disbelief in her eyes and the denial, but most of all, anger.

Quickly losing interest with her breasts he looked down to her panties, nothing special, no thong or something just normal, boring, white panties. Jon reached down and rubbed her clit through the soft fabric. ‘No, no, no, no, no, please stop it’ the girl was pleading with tears running down her face now.

Reaching in his pocket, Jon took out a pair of scissors. Moments later the ruined pieces of panty fabric fell to the floor.

Jon took a step back to take a good look, apparently she didn't shave her bush, a horrible trait of none white woman he thought.

 As John stepped back he slipped a finger in her tight dry vagina. “From now on, you will be hairless everywhere on your body, but your head. If you do not do it, I will do it for you.” Jon commanded while he continued to finger her.

Then the girl did something unexpected, she spat in his face. To say Jon was angry was an understatement, but he kept his cool and slowly licked up her spit. Seeing a total different reaction than she hoped the girl looked horrified. “Good” Jon thought, this was going great.

Putting on his best wicked grin, he inserted another finger in her dry vagina. The girl didn't moan, get damp or show any signs of pleasure, wonderful. Clearly amused by this Jon started rubbing his thumb on her ass hole  The girl instantly looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Slightly lubricating his thumb with his spit he pushed his thumb in. The girl was apparently an anal virgin. Jon picked up his pace and before long felt his erection growing.

As he pulled his fingers out, the girl began sobbing. “You felt great didn't you, you liked my unwanted fingers in your cunt, you liked my thumb in your ass. You secretly want even more of that treatment, don’t you.” ‘no, just let me go, please, I can pay you.’ The girl sobbed out. “I don’t think so, you are going to be treated to much more pleasure than this in the future with me.” The girl was humiliated thoroughly and it was just the start. With this a smiling Jon left her alone in the room. 

The third step in the creation of a slave is pain

About an hour after John left the girl he returned to the dungeon. She was still sobbing and was staring at the floor. Quietly John picked up a Taser and crept towards her. When he was close he zapped her, shocking her into a beautiful pain filled scream. “Now the fun starts” he replied to her unasked question.

He reached behind her and took out a blindfold. With her unable to see, he was going to have even more fun. He walked back to the wall and took a cane, bull whip and some clamps. He was going to start her slowly, not very intensive, that could wait. Standing close to the girl he said “this one you may see and even know where it is going to hit, this one is going on your left nipple. He took aim and nailed the whip right on the money.

Oh, the beautiful screams were all he could hear. He then blindfolded the girl with some difficulty; she of course wasn't very cooperative. The whip cracked again and the screams began anew. John loved this, some people may call this sick and twisted but he loved it.

The entire process of creating broken, loyal and eventually willing slaves was fascinating. The ones with the least willpower would become the worst slaves and the ones with the highest, he broke down so far, they obeyed his every command. Turning his attention back to the girl, he took out one of the clamps and fastened it on her still painful left nipple, enticing a painful whimper from the girl. ‘Please stop, whatever I did I am punished enough, please let me go’.

John was getting quite annoyed by her constant whimpering and pleading to stop. Deciding to do something about it he took a roll of duct tape and sealed her mouth shut.

He didn't like to do that, the slaves couldn't give him his beautiful screams then, but he would have to do without. Deciding he would have to work double as hard as before to get a good scream he took both the cane and the Taser.

Whacking her across the belly, followed closely by a shock to the inner thigh, the screams were muffled unfortunately but they were certainly there.

Jon continued to torture the girl until she passed out to flee the pain. Seeing her passed out he snapped his fingers. The door opened and a young girl, about 15 years of age, walked in. she had long black hair, large breasts (for a Asian) and for her age and height of 5’1”. She was wearing a red and black corset which barely covered her nipples, a crotch less thong, fishnet stockings and was walking barefoot. “Your orders master”. She said while she bowed to Jon. “Untie her and bring her back to her holding cell. 

Wash her and stay with her until she wakes up. Be friendly and try to win her trust. Do not take any hope for a rescue away from her, that is my pleasure.” Jon commanded. “Is that all?”. “oh and give her, the medicine”.

Kim woke up lying in her cell. She kept her eyes closed and thought about the actions earlier. She had no idea if it was yesterday or only a few hours ago. Judging by the pain left in her sore body, it was only a few hours. Her entire torso was on fire, the pain from the whip and other things was still wrecking her.


She finally opened her eyes and took in her cell; nothing seemed to have changed from the last time. `You are finally awake?’, Kim shot up and looked where the voice came from. There in the far corner of the cell sat a beautiful girl, long locks of black hair, a bit younger than her, dressed in nothing but hookers clothes and looking intently at her. “Who are you?” ‘I no longer have no name’ she replied, ‘I have no more need for one, I am the property of my master, just as you are’. ‘If it comforts you, you may think up a name’.


Kim was shocked by this answer, this beautiful girl, so young, had completely surrendered to this monster that had captured not only her it seemed. “What do you mean no name? Everybody has a name; don’t you remember how your mother called you?” ‘Mother ? I have no more memories other than with my master.’

Kim was even more scared, this girl didn't even remember her own mother. “Why are you here?” ‘To make sure you were alright, the master doesn't want you to be hurt this soon’ the girl replied. ‘Are you in pain of some sort’ the girl continued. “Those whiplashes still hurt like a bitch, but further I am physically okay I think” Kim answered.

‘Physically, but not mentally?’ the girl questioned. “no, why would anyone do this, you don’t abduct people and make them your slaves. But never mind, the police will come here and arrest him.” ‘I hate to tell you this, but you aren't even in your home town, the police can’t rescue you here.’


The world for Kim collapsed. It seemed like an eternity before she moved, and then she moved to cover her face because she was bawling her eyes out.
Her one hope, the police, was just removed from her. “Then what about the military? or….” ‘They will not come.’ “I need to think this over” Kim said to the girl. ‘There is nothing to think about, you are property not a human being. 
I was instructed by master to make sure you were unhurt. I have your medicine it’s for the pain and with this the girls took hold of her and injected her with heroin, there that’s better she said, so I will leave now.’

The slave girl walked through the door and left Kim alone in her cell.

Kim sank into a heroin high, just lying there, when she regained her senses she started crying hysterically and slowly taking in her situation. She was abducted by a unknown man, not in her home town any more  not even in Vietnam, but in Laos.

She was in an unknown complex, with guards and at least one more slave. The man seemed to want her as a sex slave, or just using it to break her. But the worst part was that she didn't know why her?
Why for god’s sake her? She never hurt the man, she never even met him. The more she thought, the angrier she got, the more violent her fantasies became.

The slave girl exited the cell and saw her master standing next to the door. She quickly got on her spread knees and put her hands behind her head. Her master didn't say anything to her, just grabbed a hold of her hair and dragged her towards a room. 
She was cooperating as much as she could, but the master was angry for some reason. “Go get my cattle prod” he shouted at her. She quickly obeyed. 

The cattle prod was of a unique design; instead of two metal pins at the end it had a bulb like end. The slave girl immediately knew what was going to happen. 

She didn't like this punishment, but she was property and could not think for herself. The normal version of this punishment was just putting the end to her skin, which would hurt like a bitch but that’s it. The more severe version was the insertion of the end in her vagina. That wouldn't hurt like a bitch, but like 10 bitches.

“Bend forward and hold your ankles”. Jon positioned the cattle prod in front of her worthless cunt. 
At the last moment he changed his mind, he took away the device and spit on it. He then rammed it without any mercy in the slave’s ass-hole.  He turned on the electricity and drank in the glorious screams. “Do you know why I'm punishing you?” John asked the twitching slave. ‘No master, I do not.’

“What were your orders with the new property?” 

‘To be kind to her, check if she was hurt anywhere and …. Oh. Master, please punish this flesh bag anyway you want. It has not done its duty.’
 “You were not to take away her hope of escape. But no trouble, now I have an excellent idea to break her down even further.” Jon began to laugh while he pulled out several knives, needles and whips. “ I'm going to show dear Kim why she shouldn't disobey me”.

Kim was abruptly torn from her heroin induced happy vicious fantasy by the arrival of a guard. A bag was placed over her head and she was lead back to the torture room she guessed.

When they entered the room she was shoved roughly on a huge triangular piece of wood, the top angle was covered in stainless steel. Her feet were tied to the ground and her hands behind her back. She couldn't move an inch, not that she wanted to, that would hurt very much. He then gagged her mouth with duct tape.

‘Welcome back dear new toy, I brought you now because of an unfortunate incident involving you. You see, this meat behind me told you that you had no hope of escape. That was my job, I had planned this whole thing and that stupid cow behind me ruins, a small, but nevertheless enjoyable part of your torture. 

This meat disobeyed my direct command. It will be punished, and because I am never without a backup, you get to watch. This is what you get for disobedience.’

Kim looked in horror at the slave girl. She was blindfolded, standing naked upright with her hands chained to the ceiling and a spreader bar around her ankles. Kim didn't need to see the girls eyes to know she was terrified. Jon got behind the slave and without any warning plunged a needle through her left nipple. Not in the way a piercing would go, but straight in her chest.

Without waiting for a scream or any beg for mercy he did the same thing with the right nipple. The screams were deafening. There were no words in them, just primal screams. ‘I coated the needles with a little bit of salt before plunging them in, if you wondered.’ He then pulled out the needles and got a ball of yarn and a stitching needle. ‘What do you think is going to happen now, new toy?’ Kim gave no answer, still in shock over the ruthless attitude of Jon. ‘Speak up or it is going to happen to you!’ 

“you are going to stitch her nipples together?” ‘hahaha, no way worse than that, that’s Child's play. I'm going to stitch her pussy and normal lips together, Starting with her normal ones.’


The girl, Kim couldn't believe it, got even more frightened. But she knew better than to speak back to her owner, he would be even more creative. “You see, dear new toy, I train my toys to obey me, but never take away the fear of me. 
I like it more that way, you get even better really more satisfying screams. Jon took hold of the girls hair and yanked it backwards, the needle dangerously close to her lips. He pushed the needle slowly through her bottom lip and back through the upper lip. After that he repeated it until her mouth was completely sown together. 
Blood was trickling down over her chin and into her neck. 

Tears rolled out the poor girls eyes, Jon licked them up with great satisfaction.

“Now, time to start down there, don’t you think, new toy?” Kim was crying too by now, the girl may have taken away her entire hope of rescue, but she didn't deserve this. “Crying already now, it has only just begun. Don’t look away, this is the fun part. But you know what people say, safety first.” He then put a small spreader bar in between the inner thighs of the slave. “Now my hands won’t get clamped” he laughed. 

The stitching lasted about two minutes in real life, but to Kim and especially the slave girl it lasted an eternity. “That is what I call a pretty sight” Jon called. There was not much blood, just a few tiny drops, but it was enough to show Kim just how painful it had been.


Jon walked around the slave again and got two pieces of rope from a table. He proceeded to tie the girls ankles to the floor. After that he unchained her arms. “Bend forward and spread your ass” Jon commanded. He then walked over behind Kim and got a bull whip  “Time for some target practice” he whispered in Kim’s ear. 

Kim didn't know whether the slave girl knew what to expect but when the first strike landed directly on the girls ass hole she let out an unprecedented howl. The stitching on her mouth began to bleed a little harder, a clear sign the yarn was cutting further into her flesh. “Right on the money the first time, I should go to Vegas with that luck. Only fourteen to go, of course if they miss they don’t count.” Jon said. 

Jon needed 22 strikes to complete his own challenge. Blood now flowed freely over the girls face, mixing with her tears and going into her hair and to the ground.

Not really wanting to damage his property further Jon decided to remove the stitching. But instead of cutting through all the yarn he just loosened one end of it and pulled it all the way through, letting the yarn cut even further in her flesh. The second the last yarn came out of her mouth Jon rammed an O-gag in the girl’s mouth. He took out his cock and started to pound the girl’s throat.

He occasionally rammed it all the way in and kept it there till the girl turned blue. He would give her a second to catch her breath before doing it again. 

Finally he couldn't hold his orgasm any more and shot it over the girl and in her mouth. The girl began screaming yet again; Kim didn't really understand at once, she never blew a guy till he came, just to get him hard. “a guy’s cum is quite salty” Jon explained at seeing her confused face.

Jon thought the girl was punished enough now, all the anger he had was gone and Kim seemed to understand not to disobey him. She was not broken, not by a long shot however, he still had so much fun to plan with is new toy. He called the guard back into the room and had Kim removed from the wooden device she was on.

Then Jon got a great idea, the stitching was still in the girls pussy. He told the guard to wait taking  Kim back to her cell and quickly pulled out the yarn from the slave’s labia.
Jon walked out of the room and returned with a strap-on, he attached it to Kim and moved her behind the still tied up slave, labia bleeding fresh drops of blood on the floor. “Fuck this girl till you absolutely can’t move any more” Jon commanded Kim.

Kim was looking like bewildered until she remembered that she could be next with the torture. Extremely disgusted with herself and feeling very, very guilty to the slave she moved directly behind the girl.

Jon put the tip of the dildo against the girl’s vagina and Kim slammed it home. A strange pain filled moan came out of the slave’s mouth. Jon also heard the slight pleasure in the moan and told Kim to stop.

When she pulled out he realigned the rubber cock with the slave’s still raw ass hole  Kim hesitated now, clearly even more disgusted with the idea of fucking another girls ass hole than the previous thing. 

She shouldn't have waited; Jon had already swung his whip. Landing on Kim’s right butt cheek she instinctively jumped forward, pushing the cock in the slave’s ass. The girl let out a pain filled whimper, which seemed to please Jon. “Now move those hips” Jon commanded. Kim obeyed and for the first time in her life she fucked a girl. 
Kim moved for all she was worth and could keep slamming the girl for about seven minutes.

“That is enough” Jon said. Kim immediately pulled out and collapsed exhausted on the floor. Not two seconds later the slave joined her lying on the floor. Put both back in the same cell Jon said to the guard.

Three months passed very slowly, in reality Kim really had no idea of time. Sitting in her cell injecting herself with heroin was her greatest pleasure, the rest was just pain.

Her cell door swung open and her master walked in, she immediately spread herself in front of him “Yes master, what is your pleasure?”, 

‘you have been sold’. “Yes master” Kim replied.

Jon heard from behind him the faint popping sounds and his anger grew. “Those worthless guards are drinking again” he thought to himself. 

Angrily he turned, opened the door and strode out , slamming the door behind him. “, Why are the lights off you………” he started to say, but something hit him in the chest and threw him against the wall, he gaps t for breath, but could get no air, he coughed and blood spurted from his mouth.

Looking up in the dark he vaguely saw a flash of something moving swiftly through the air, then searing pain, looking down to where the pain is, he saw his intestines spilling out of his shirt. In the corner of his vision he saw another flash.

Kim heard her cell door open again, spreading herself ready and saying “yes master, what is your pleasure?” her master did not speak. Not daring to look up she just lay there spread eagled and naked.

She was startled to hear a woman’s voice speaking in Chinese, she looked up. Stood before her was a young Chinese woman a gun in one hand a sword in the other. The end of the sword pointing towards the ground, she could see what looked like blood dripping from the blade.

Another woman entered the room and moved towards Kim. 
Standing  Kim up and taking a key she unlocked Kim from her  chain and slipped a dress over her head. 

Looking first at the keys and then at the woman and said “Master will be angry” the woman replied ’ Your Ex-Master has nothing to say’

Standing Kim up the three women left her cell, as she waked out she saw the Ex- master propped against the wall. Kim saw his insides lying in his lap and his hands grasping his throat. John saw his slave looking down on him, which made him angry and he tried to scream at her, but no sound came out, just spurts of blood from between his fingers. 

His  eyes, not as cold, or the same clear blue and emotionless as normal, but now wider than normal, with a look of fear in them, that she never seen before.

Kim looked away and followed the women out.

A third woman appeared-  'Got his hard drive, DVD's, web log and address book'... The fool had encrypted nothing.

As she got into the car, she thought this is odd as she was not in the trunk but inside sitting on a seat.

These new masters are strange......

妓女

2013

Freebird

The Eagle has landed

My man has just left after his week with me. He is ok, he treats me pretty well.

He likes to buy me clothes, jewellery and sort of parade me around town.
We eat at all the best restaurants and go to all the top fancy clubs.

At home he likes me, the whore and keeps saying how he loves my loose whore pussy.

As far as his obsession for goes, I don't mind it. BDSM can be a lot of fun as long as its with the right person(s) in the right environment and it's consensual.

Now that he has gone, life can carry on as usual. we use this apartment mainly for work.

Gemstone using apt

Time for new panties

M in action:

Me in action:

Me using apt

So if we (anyone) was working they would use the apt, as it's in a great location. Not that we get the time for much of that work now as we are way to busy with other things.
But it's a good place to entertain the people we need to entertain (if you catch my drift)

 But we do have some fun there and in the old as well.

妓女

2013

The High school lovers reunited

It is the annual alumni reunion event at the Chatham Hall Girls School, which they hold in the large gymnasium in the main school building. The events in these stories take place at various times during the evening, and to different characters; they are not chapters of the same story, but a series of separate takes. We are the invisible camera, panning around the scene and then zooming in for a close-up ...

Take One

"Nymphette" (AKA Lin Chan)

Nymphette  was twenty-three years old, and had graduated from the high school five years before. She had won a scholarship to CalArts, where she had stayed for two years before dropping out to begin her travels around the world.
This had been the start of her successful  career in prostitution and porn, and for the last Three years she had been a Prostitute in 22 countries , amassing numerous properties and considerable wealth.
Now the mistress (ernia) to a billionaire business man she runs a retreat for drug addicted Asian prostitutes in new home country of Costa Rica.

However not being on good terms with her parents and with no other relatives in the area, she no longer had any reason to visit her old home town. However, a few weeks ago, shortly after the arrival of the Chatham Hall Alumni annual newsletter with its invitation to the reunion gathering, she had unexpectedly received an email from her one-time best friend from her high school days, Tessa Chin, making contact after an interval of nearly five years. 
Tessa had written that they had been out of touch for too long, and that she would love to see her again, if Nymphette was thinking of coming to the event?

Well, until this point Nymphette hadn't been, but her curiosity was aroused – for her close relationship with Tessa had cooled with strange abruptness when she had left for CalArts. She had always wondered why, and had sometimes thought about getting in touch again, but Tessa’s stand-offishness during Nymphettes first (and, as it turned out, last) college vacation back in town had discouraged her from trying, and after that she had been fully occupied with her work/ studies, with building a career, and with ... other things. 
What finally tipped the scale was Tessa’s kind offer that, as she no longer had folks in town, Nymphette would be welcome to stay over at her house. So Nymphette had replied, with an enthusiasm which had surprised herself, giving the white lie that she had been going to come to the event anyway, and would love to see Tessa and take up her offer of overnight accommodation. 

No sooner was this message sent, than Nymphette realised the reunion date clashed with an Date with the billionaire in San Francisco in the same week – but a quick check of airline schedules determined that if she left before the final day with him  (which he was busy on anyway), she could get to town not too long after the reunion event began, and so she arranged to meet her former friend there and they would leave together at the end.

Nymphette was no believer in  women looking dull and dowdy. She had always liked clothes and fashion, and felt good when she looked good – in fact, she got a thrill from turning heads, whether of men or women, and sometimes skated very close to slutty in her choice of outfits for social occasions. Her selection for the reunion gathering was a case in point: her black leather mini-skirt was just that bit shorter and tighter than most women of her age would have chosen; when she moved, the lower elastic bands of her transparent hold-ups were sometimes tantalisingly visible. Above this was a tight-fitting short sleeve top in an eye-catching shade of red; it showed off to advantage the generous thrust of her breasts, and was brief enough that there were frequent glimpses of her midriff and belly-button. All of this was set off by matching black leather boots with sharp pointed toes, spike heels and a generous fold-over top in ‘cavalier’ style, whilst her top was echoed by the scarlet colour of her fingernails. Yet, Nymphette could carry it off in a way that most women approaching their mid-twenties could never have done. She had retained much of her youthful good looks, her skin was smooth, her face showed hardly any lines, and her auburn-tinted hair was stylishly shaped from a centre parting to fall below her shoulders. Her figure was sleek and curved in all the right places, and regular workouts gave her shapely legs that were as good as any teenager. However, much of Nymphettes impact was due to her poise and personality – there was no doubt that she had plenty of charisma.

Her flight was delayed by bad weather, and Nymphette did not arrive at the reunion until more than halfway through the evening. After being welcomed pleasantly by the current Principal (a very well-endowed brunette, who was looking rather tired), Nymphette took an appraising look around the large hall. Really, she thought to herself, there were a lot of attractive women scattered about the place – and girls too, she amended, her eye being caught by a strikingly pretty slender blonde who was tending one of the buffet tables. In the days when she had been a student at the school, Nymphette had considered that the teaching faculty had included quite a few hot mature women amongst its number. That didn't seem to have changed, from the evidence of the handsome and ripely-curved Latina woman of about her own age – from her assured stride, clearly a member of staff – whom Kirsty had encountered leaving the room just as she had been about to enter it.

Nymphette began to circulate around the room, looking for her former best friend. On the way, she encountered a surprising number of old classmates, as many others had come particularly because of the five-year anniversary.  The women seemed pleased to see her – it was partly the effect of having been out of sight for so long, but also Nymphette had been popular in her year, had taken no part in cliques or bitchiness, and had been on good terms with many people who couldn't stand each other. She enjoyed the conversations and the catching-up, and neatly side-stepped the rather obviously suggestive flirting of a couple of the divorced women. However, it was not until nearly the end of the evening that she spotted the person who she most wanted to see – but she was glad to find that she recognised Tessa at once.

Tessa was older, of course, for they had last met in their late teens, and there had been much water under the bridge since then. Her old friend had always been good-looking in an understated, non-showy sort of way; together with her modest and gentle manner, this had led to her often being overlooked, although she had always been quietly elegant and poised. The passage of time had removed the slightly anonymous blandness of her teenage appearance, and Nymphette thought her old friend looked more striking now. Tessa had always had poise and grace, but now there was a hint of determination and a sense of experience which underpinned this. Her face had a little more angularity, her eyes a more penetrating gaze, and she was if anything perhaps a little slimmer and trimmer than she had been at eighteen. All in all, she was the epitome of a healthy and handsome woman, in her early twenties, just entering the prime of life. Tessa had black eyes and shoulder-length light black hair that was dyed Auburn mostly , and she was wearing a simple but quite stylish two-piece suit of a light grey weave, with a single-button jacket and quite a short skirt. The rest of her outfit was in conventional black, which made an effective contrast: black heels, black pantyhose and a plain black top with a square-cut neck.

The room was beginning to empty, and the student helpers were starting to tidy up, when Nymphette and Tessa finally came face to face. There was a moment of awkwardness which Nymphette rode over – characteristically, for she had always been the bolder of the two of them.

‘Hiya, Tess! Great to see you – it really is “long time no see”,’ she laughed, and then added more seriously: ‘too long – I don’t know where the years have gone.’

Tessa smiled back at her old friend, with much more warmth than Nymphette remembered from their last very stiff and awkward encounter of over four years ago.

‘ I'll bet you’re setting the world on fire’, Tessa smiled, ‘you must tell me all about it’. Then she added, noticing with a start of surprise the wedding band on Nymphettes finger: ‘You’re married, I see – wow! Who’s the lucky guy, anyone I know?’

Nymphette shook her head. ‘Yes to M, but really it's just to keep the men at bay, I wear it when travelling".

There was a clatter of plates on a nearby table, a slightly pointed hint that the clearing up was well under way. Tessa looked round, and saw the crowd had thinned rapidly to just a few stragglers like themselves.

‘I really do want to talk to you,’ she said, ‘let’s get back to my place, and I'll fix us coffee or a drink – we'll talk till dawn, like the old days!’ she finished with enthusiasm.

Nymphette looked at her slightly oddly, and then gave her a radiant smile.

‘Sure – here’s to the old days!’ she said, draining her glass of fizzy white wine and putting it down on a table. She put her arm companionably through Tessa’s, and they left together, chattering away. In the parking lot, Tessa tried to explain where her house was, but Nymphette shook her head and said just to drive slow and she would follow straight behind in her airport rental.

Ten minutes later both cars drew up at a medium-sized detached house in a quiet, respectable suburban neighbourhood. Tessa unlocked the front door, threw her bag and jacket on a chair in the hallway, eased off her shoes, and led the way through to the living room. She gestured to Nymphette to sit on the long four-seater couch which faced the fireplace and TV, and disappeared into the kitchen. Nymphette removed her jacket, and had hardly sat down when Tessa returned with a bottle of Californian Chardonnay and a couple of glasses, and flopped down next to her. At first, they chatted about mutual friends who had been at the reunion, and Nymphette enquired about a few who hadn't  After a while, she asked:

‘So, Tess, how about you? – it’s been so long since I've seen you.’

Tessa’s lips pursed, making her suddenly seem older. She looked away into the middle distance, and replied:

‘The unholy trinity: got married – got kids – got divorced, you know how it goes.’

‘Oh! Tess, honey!’ Nymphette was startled, she had not known about any of this. ‘That last time I saw you, you were dating Brad Renfrew – is that who ... ?’ Tessa nodded sadly. ‘So – what went wrong?’ asked Nymphette.

‘We had the kids too young; it put a lot of strain on things ... after a while, I lost interest a bit, and he found someone else, a woman at his office ...’ Tessa tailed off, and then shook her head in a gesture of negation. It was time to face realities, and she drew a slightly shaky breath.

‘No, truthfully, that’s not it,’ she continued after a moment’s pause; ‘the real problem was that I rushed into marriage for the wrong reasons, because I was running away from something else.’

‘What?’ asked Nymphette, rather puzzled, and then was even more taken aback at her friend’s reply:

‘You!’

‘Whaaat?!! What do you mean?’ gasped Nymphette.

‘ I'm not saying it right,’ said Tessa, smacking her hand on the couch in frustration. ‘I meant my feelings for you – I was running away from that, really I was running away from myself. I couldn't admit it then, or for years afterwards, in fact not until quite recently.’ She gave a slightly bitter laugh: ‘It’s taken this long for me to finally grow up, and accept that I'm a lesbian.’

Nymphette was still reeling in surprise, and had no answer to give. Tessa carried on into the silence:

‘That last summer at high school ... those things we did together, they excited me so much, and then I lost my nerve – I got frightened of not being “normal”, of being an outcast. I tried so hard to be a regular boys-only chick that I managed to convince myself for a while – long enough to freeze it off with you, to get a boyfriend, and eventually stumble up the aisle in a marriage that was the wrong thing for both of us.’

‘And you've got kids? I didn't know’, Nymphette said with sympathy. Looking around at the neat living room and the quiet house, there was no sign of it.

‘Oh!’ laughed Tessa, understanding her uncertainty. ‘They’re having a sleepover at my cousin’s – you remember Sandy – anyway, she’s got three kids of similar ages and they all get on really well, so they’re having a fine time! And, seeing as I’d be having a visitor, I took the opportunity to tidy up the house.’ With pride and affection shining from her face, Tessa brought over a framed photo. ‘Here, this is quite recent – Petra is nine, and David nearly seven.’

Nymphette dutifully admired them, which wasn't difficult as they looked like cute kids, mixed Chinese- Anglo always look cute. Tessa talked a bit about the break-up, and it somehow seemed quite natural to tell her former best friend things that she had never vocalised before. It was as if the years in between had fallen away, and she no longer felt any awkwardness. Tessa concluded her tale:

‘Anyway, it had fizzled out between me and Brad, whatever there was at the start. He didn't want to stay, and I didn't want to keep him. The divorce was quite amicable, really – oh, his affair, that was just an excuse, it wasn't the cause. By then, we were just staying together for the kids’ sakes, and that’s not always the best thing to do – you can get bitter, and blame them somehow. Brad and I are on quite good terms, and he’s a good father – he has them on alternate weekends, and for one week in three. That helps me get caught up with my job, got to make ends meet.’

Nymphette asked what she did, and Tessa explained that she was a freelance photo-editor and proof-reader for publishers, which she could do at home and over the internet (which had been essential when the kids were little). It had taken a while to get things going at first, but she was both fast and accurate, and now was getting so many commissions that she had to refuse some. She explained that now she worked mainly for one of the big Pornographic publishers, and in fact that was how she had known where to contact Nymphette, for her friend’s most recent Photo shoots had been in their catalogue.Tessa then said "I've read all your blogs as well, quite some adventures you've had".

‘Why,’ said Nymphette in some surprise, ‘my next shoot is contracted with them as well – I'll ask for you to be my editor!’ After a short pause for reflection, she continued: ‘I guess it’s been tough on you, babe,’ and then, brightening as she saw the prospect of a happier outcome: ‘So, since the divorce, you've been free to ... ?’ She left the question hanging suggestively open, but Tessa only shook her head again, and sighed.

‘No, I can’t ... with the kids, y’know, it’s impossible. So here I am, a twenty-three year-old lezzie, and I haven’t tasted a pussy since yours all of five years ago!’ She gave a derisive laugh, and looked on the edge of breaking down in tears. Nymphette thrust a refilled wine glass into her friend’s hand, and watched her take a large gulp of the chilled Chardonnay.

‘Weeell,’ she said slowly, ‘we can do something about that.’ She leaned forward, and before Tessa realised what was in her mind, she had cupped her friend’s chin in her hand, and gave her a long, lingering and unmistakeably sexual kiss. Tessa opened her lips hungrily, sucking Nymphettes tongue into her mouth, mashing their lips together. 


Nymphettes hand deftly grasped her friend’s left breast, squeezing it firmly and feeling the responsive hardening of the nipple through Tessa’s bra and thin black top. She slid her other hand along Tessa’s thigh, stroking the soft inner flesh and caressing up to the front of her panties – to the prize of the cunt that she had last touched and tasted nearly five years before. However, when Nymphette began to fondle her there, feeling the wet dampness of her crotch, Tessa gave a stricken cry, and pulled back from their kiss. She gazed at her sexy friend, with expressions of shock, fear, relief and desire chasing each other across her face.

‘Nymphette, no! We shouldn't  no ... your married !’ Tessa stuttered, getting in a verbal tangle: ‘I didn't mean this, you know ... well, I mean, I meant it about what happened, about being a lesbo, I meant that, I didn't mean for this when I asked you to stay, I don’t want you to think that I – ’

The torrent was abruptly stopped by Nymphette putting a finger to her friend’s lips, making a soothing and shushing sound.

‘Honey, babe – it’s OK, it’s just fine, calm down, babe’, she replied, ‘I know you weren't taking it for granted, of course I do – and let me tell you, hot stuff, I'm doing this because I want to ... I want you, just like I wanted you back then, it was soooo good!’ she ended, making a jokey lip-smacking sound that brought a faint smile back to Tessa’s pale and stricken face. 
There were the tracks of a few tears on her cheeks, and with loving affection Nymphette took a tissue and wiped them away. She continued:

‘As to M, no, don’t worry, that doesn't cause a problem.’ Nymphette explained that she loved her very much, but that they were both actively Poly-sexual;  She explained that they had a simple arrangement that worked well – They both had other lovers within their community, sex with men for money and both of them if an attractive (and, in his case, safe and healthy) opportunity happened with someone of the same sex for some fuck-buddy type fun, with no emotional commitment, then they would go for it – always telling the other about it afterwards. ‘So’, concluded Nymphette with a lustful gleam in her eye, ‘as long as you don’t mind M hearing about this – and it going in my blog then, well – babe, I'm all yours for tonight!’ She could see her friend wavering, and could sense how much Tessa both wanted and deeply needed this – if only for closure on that blockage in her past, something to give a good memory from which she could move onwards.

‘C’mon, Tess baby, my old sweet Baldy-Puss!’ Tessa smiled at the memory of Nymphettes special secret pet name for her during those exhilarating months of their exploration of each other’s teenage bodies and their developing lesbian relationship – it referred to her fully  shaved snatch, although nowadays Tessa kept her cunt unshaven (for reasons of hygiene and comfort, as no one had touched her there sexually for years). ‘Let’s make up for lost time – let’s have a real reunion, your pussy and mine, it'll make us both feel good, I promise you that!’

Tessa laughed, her last doubts and inhibitions dissolving in the face of Nymphettes assurance and uncomplicated good humour.

‘OK’ she said softly, ‘ you've no idea how often I've thought about this over the years ... and still more since getting in touch again, thinking of seeing you, having you actually under my roof. But I did make up the guest room, you know, I didn't think we would really end up in my bed – I mainly just thought we could talk, I’d explain and say sorry for how I turned my back on you – and on everything I should have done and been – when you came back from CalArt that time. 
By the time I realised what a fool I’d been, you  had moved away and you weren't coming back here any more ... and I guess pride and nerves stopped me from writing to you.’

Nymphette gave Tessa a brief kiss on the lips, a token of friendship more than of sex, and replied: ‘It’s all right, babe, I understand now – and I kind of think I did at the time, when you had started with Brad, and I didn't want to spoil that, I didn't want to come between you two. I was hurt, I'm not saying I wasn't  and that held me back too, but I've long since got over it, you know I don’t blame you, not at all.’

Tessa’s shaky smile became more definite as Nymphette said this, and her eyes showed the relief and calmness that her friend’s forgiveness had brought to her.

‘Now ...’ growled Nymphette, in mock-ferocious tones, ‘Baldy-Puss, I'm going to eat you up one more time – let’s fuck!!’

Tessa gave a delighted – but still slightly alarmed – squeal, as without further ado her friend took her shoulders and pushed her over onto her back on the couch. Leaning above her, Nymphette smiled down and then kissed her more slowly – at first, very carefully, just in case Tessa might have a sudden panic or revulsion, and demand that they stop. However, stopping was the last thing on that sex-starved woman’s mind, and with an anticipatory gasp she opened her lips wide and thrust her tongue vigorously into Nymphettes mouth for a long, wet and sensual French kiss.

At the start, it was naturally the experienced Nymphette who led the way. She was the first to bring her hands to the other’s breasts, beginning with stroking Tessa’s chest through her black top, and then raising the stakes by slipping her hands under it and cradling the bra cups underneath. Tessa’s response was a mumble of encouraging words, as she arched her back in response, thrusting upwards her modestly-sized but still firm and shapely 30B breasts. Nymphette took advantage of this movement to pull Tessa’s top up from her waist and away over her head, and then she began to cradle and squeeze the cups of the rather elegant sliver-and-black bra that was revealed beneath.

Tessa moaned some more, and reflexively spread her legs apart – a motion which caused the short grey skirt to ruck up around her waist and expose the crotch of her black pantyhose. However, Nymphette had not finished with her friend’s breasts yet, no matter the temptation offer by this vista – for there would be plenty of time for that later. NYmphette reached for Tessa’s bra straps and pulled them over her shoulders and down her arms, which also had the effect of peeling away the bra cups from Tessa’s breasts. To help things along, Tessa quickly reached behind her back to unclip the bra, and her friend pulled it away from her chest and tossed it over to a nearby armchair.

Nymphette paused for a moment, kneeling upright and half-straddling her prone friend – a posture which spread her own thighs apart and made her black leather mini-skirt ride up to her hips, and in her case exposed the front of a very minuscule pair of black thong panties. Tessa was both aroused and emboldened by this erotic vision, and without a thought or hesitation she reached up under Nymphettes skirt to touch and then squeeze the other woman’s Venus mound.

Now it was Nymphettes turn to give a little gasp of surprise and pleasure, for until this moment she had not been sure of how active Tessa was going to be – whether she would just lie passively whilst Nymphette made love to her (which would be nice enough, but rather dull), or whether she was going to take some initiative. Nymphette smiled, not only because it seemed the latter and much more pleasurable course was the one that would be taken, but also because she should have trusted her old friend – she should have known that Tessa would not hang back, would not miss her opportunities; for all that she had been the less noticed and less extrovert of the two friends at high school, she had possessed an inner core of determination that sometimes had almost frightened Nymphette.

Nymphette kissed Tessa again, all the while massaging her breasts and stroking her nipples. Tessa responded even more avidly to the kiss, and her fondling of the crotch of Nymphettes thong became more vigorous and urgent. Suddenly, she slipped her fingers inside the fabric of the garment, to touch and probe Nymphettes pussy – somehow, the latter was not surprised that it had been Tessa who had cut to the chase and been the first to touch the flesh of the other woman’s cunt. Still, it was incredibly arousing to feel the touch of her former best friend and one-time lover on her cunt – in fact, Nymphette found it far more profoundly erotic than some of the sexual encounters she had had in recent years with other women, even though they had been much more experienced than Tessa was. 
She gave a shudder as Tessa felt her openness and her wetness, and then the delicious sensation of her friend’s finger sliding down the length of her vagina and probing it apart made her take a sharp gasp of breath.

‘Wait!’ said Nymphette hastily: ‘hold on, not yet – don’t make me come yet, there is so much to do, so much to enjoy!’

And with that sentiment, she unzipped and removed Tessa’s short grey skirt, admiring her friend’s slender and well-toned form, which was now naked apart from the black pantyhose and the outline of a pair of panties underneath them. Nymphette bent her head down, taking one of Tessa’s nipples into her mouth to lick, suck and nibble, which had a galvanising effect on the supine woman. The latter reached over Nymphettes back, firstly quite roughly pulling her red top off over her head, and then unzipping the black leather mini-skirt at the side, so that it dropped away from Nymphettes waist to around her knees.

The experienced lesbian stood up from the couch for a moment in order to let her skirt tumble down to her ankles, and then she stepped quickly out of it and kicked it aside. As Nymphette stood over the couch, Tessa stared up at her friend’s striking figure with admiration and desire. Nymphette had always been shapely; as a teenager, she had been one of the first in their year to get noticeable curves, and her smoothly-rounded 34 D breasts were well displayed in their black underwired bra. Nymphette still had a narrow waist, and her best feature was the swell of her hips and the swing of her ass out below her trim middle. The effect was highlighted by her very skimpy thong (the back part of which had all but entirely disappeared into the crevice between her butt-cheeks) and still more by her black boots. Nymphette reached down to slip these off, but was stayed by Tessa’s hand.

‘No, don’t ... please, keep them on, honey, you look so fucking hot in them, it sends me – you know that it does!’

Nymphette nodded and smiled, her memory also going back to their first real sexual experimentation, just after Christmas in their final year in the 12th grade – yes, it had been an outfit which she had worn then, of black boots and a short tight red mini-skirt, which had emboldened Tessa to make the first advance – or rather, as Nymphette saw it, finally to pick up on the hints which she had been dropping with ever-greater lack of subtlety for some time.

‘So I do, Baldy-Puss, so I do! – and you'll remember something too, but it’s something that I don’t like!’

It took a few seconds for Tessa’s memory to make the right connection, and by then it was too late anyway. Nymphette gestured at the pantyhose which sheathed her friend’s slim form from her toes to her waist, and declared with mock ferocity:

‘Who invented this fucking monastic garment anyway, covering everything up all tight and under wraps – I'll bet it was a man! You know my rule, babe: women wear hold-ups or stockings, something you can slip a hand up to and feel their panties – and pull them off nice and easy too. But this! ... no, no, this has got  to go!’

With a vivid flash of memory, powerful and immediate, Tessa remembered from one of their last times together when they were still at high school, how her then-lover had detested pantyhose – a garment which with utter disgust she had refused to wear. It seemed that her friend hadn't become any more tolerant since then of the obstruction posed by pantyhose, for she expressed her frustration now in exactly the same direct way in which she had those many years ago.

Nymphettes breasts swayed enticingly in the support of her underwired bra, as she swung back over to straddle the couch. Reaching down with both hands, she gripped the crotch of Tessa’s pantyhose and then, with a snarl, she ripped it open right above the prone woman’s crotch. It was a stunningly erotic moment of forceful lesbian sexuality, and Tessa groaned in arousal, her pussy drenched in her juices. She slid her hands under her own ass and cantilevered her pelvis off the couch, simultaneously spreading her legs wide apart, her cunt burning with the fires of desire.

‘Oh, God! Please – fuck me, babe, take me now – Christ, I need it so bad, it’s been so fucking long ... now, please, now ...’

Nymphette lost no time, and she reached inside the gaping hole which she torn in the pantyhose, gripped the gusset of Tessa’s quite pretty black lace-trimmed bikini panties, jerked it aside to reveal her friend’s unshaven and glistening pussy. Nymphette noted that Tessa's  pussy are lips darker and bigger now (most likely from child birth) and dived down for it with her mouth like a shark feeding on minnows. As she began to lick and suck, Nymphette lost any vestige of restraint: she realised how badly she wanted Tessa, who had been out of reach – but not out of her subconscious – for all these years. 

There was unfinished business here, and now she meant to bring things to a resolution – one satisfactory to all parties. This was just fine by Tessa, for it matched her own desires, although their trajectory had been the opposite from her former lover: Nymphette had longed for her friend for quite some time after their break-up, even whilst consoling herself with a whirlwind series of brief and entirely physical lesbian liaisons at college, and eventually had consigned it all to memory, whilst Tessa had suppressed her feelings at the start and then in recent years had come to acknowledge them and bitterly to regret having turned her face away.

After eating Tessa’s pussy to the point where she shuddered in an intense but brief mini-orgasm, Nymphette moved upwards, bringing her mouth to her friend’s breasts and her adept fingers to her pussy. She slid two long digits deep into Tessa’s vagina, whilst her thumb found and stroked the prone woman’s clitoris. Tessa moaned with pleasure, staring up fixedly at Nymphette. Then she reached behind Nymphettes back and unsnapped her bra, which gravity at once caused to drop away from Nymphettes chest to lie across Tessa’s waist. With a quick flick of the wrist, Tessa sent it flying to the floor, and then her hands sought their prizes, as she took Nymphettes  pendulously swinging breasts into her hands, and began to maul and squeeze them.
Then sticking two fingers in Nymphettes dripping cunt, started fingering her.

 This encouraged Nymphette to increase the tempo and vigour of her finger-fucking, and she was astonished when – some way short of another orgasm – Tessa reached between them to grasp her wrist and stop her.

‘Wait ... I have something, umm ... something better,’ she said.

Now more intrigued than annoyed, Nymphette stepped off the couch, allowing Tessa to slide out from underneath her. Her former best-friend went over to some drawers, unlocked one, and returned with an oblong cardboard box.

‘I keep it in there where the children can’t see it’, explained Tessa, as she opened the box – which was still sealed with tape – and produced with a flourish a handsomely-sized 9 x 6" strap-on dildo, complete with harness. She explained that a few months ago, in one of her more optimistic moods, she had bought this by mail order, but she had never yet had an occasion to take it out of its box. Kneeling in front of Nymphette, she tugged the curvy woman’s thong down her legs and then, as Nymphette obligingly shifted her legs apart to assist her, Tessa buckled the strap-on into place over her former best friend’s hips and crotch. Greatly daring, once it was firmly fixed, she took the protruding plastic rod into her mouth, coating and lubricating it with saliva.

‘Now!’ she said, her nostrils flared and eyes gleaming hotly with lust: ‘fuck me now, fuck me so hard, right now!’, and she spread her legs as far apart as they would go, offering up her cunt to her one-time lover.

Nymphette thought this was a stunningly erotic situation, and felt her own juices seeping around the base of the strap-on. She moved swiftly to kneel on the couch between Tessa’s spread legs, and just for a second she stroked the puffy labia . Then, like an invading barbarian horde, she seized the other woman above her hips, jerking her down further on the couch, whilst bringing the tip of the strap-on to line up with Tessas vaginal opening. Nymphette wasted no more time – she shoved the dildo in and pushed it forcefully into Tessa’s slit. Even with lubrication, this took some pressure at first, so long had it been since Tessa had last had sexual intercourse – it was so far back that she could not put a date upon it.

Nymphette began a vigorous, steaming fucking of her friend – plunging the dildo in and out of her pussy,  Tessa’s hands clutched her back, her nails digging in as she approached her climax, her eyes screwed tightly closed and her open mouth utter a chaotic mixture of swear words, imprecations to be fucker harder still, gasps, grunts, moans and shudders. At last, as Nymphette rammed the dildo in even more forcefully, Tessa’s pelvis reared up to meet it, and then her whole body shook and she gave a wailing scream. For several seconds, Tessa was lost to the universe in an explosive orgasm, in which the frustrations and desires of the last years and longer were fused together, and then blown into atoms.

When she surfaced, her eyes glowing and her nipples stiffly erect, she reached up to Nymphettes shoulders and swung the other woman over to the side, so that they exchanged positions in a kind of slow somersault. Now Nymphette was flat on her back along the couch with the strap-on pointing like a missile at the ceiling, and Tessa was above her. Without the slightest hesitation, Tessa straddled her friend and plunged her pelvis down, impaling herself on the dildo’s upright rod. As she began to slam up and down on the plastic pillar, she reached for Nymphettes prominent breasts, grasping and kneading them, and pulling on her nipples. Such was Tessa’s urgency and need that within just a few minutes sweat broke out on her brow, as another climax cascaded through her. At the moment of truth, her head went right back on shoulders, and an almost animal scream was wrenched from her throat.

Shaking and gasping from the draining release of her sexual tension, Tessa slid off the shaft of the dildo and flopped forwards to lie alongside Nymphette. The latter was amazed at her friend’s vigour and wanton sexuality, and had found being ridden in that way powerfully erotic. She cradled Tessa in her arms, stroking her hair and shoulders, and kissing her forehead and cheeks. To her astonishment, after a very brief period of repose to recover her breath, Tessa started to stroke Nymphettes nipples, and then to give them oral attention, whilst her hand quested down to between her friend’s thighs. With a soft moan, Nymphette swiftly unbuckled the strap-on and cast it aside in order to give Tessa unrestricted access to her pussy. She felt first one, then two and then – causing her to give a broken cry – three fingers push into her vagina and begin pumping it, rubbing intermittently against her clitoris. 

Far quicker than with many of her lesbian partners, Nymphette reached her climax, her juices almost squirting from her pussy with the strength of her orgasm.

Tessa was becoming ever bolder, and she shifted down the couch to feast on the pussy-juice spread across Nymphettes cunt and thighs, drinking it up like a desperate traveller in the desert who finally reaches an oasis – and, in truth, that was how this was for her, the ending of her long sojourn in the sexual wilderness. Raising her come-streaked face from this passionate devouring, Tessa spoke huskily and with unusual assertiveness.

‘I know what I want – and I know what you need! I want to fuck you so bad, I want to have you!’

Nymphette was more usually the top than the bottom in her lesbian encounters, sometimes even quite aggressively so (in case it alarmed her friend, she had decided not to tell Tessa that she had developed quite a taste for role-plays and bondage, though nothing really painful or in the S&M line), but she could also be the submissive when the mood, the moment and the partner were right – and that was surely the case now!

‘God, yes, Tess – oh, my Furry-Puss (now), have me if you want me – have me any way you want me, just do it ... do me, do me so hard!’

Tessa stood up, standing beautifully naked for a moment before reaching to pick the dildo up from the floor and strap it into place. Nymphettes eyes widened in appreciation – fuck, but Tessa looked so hot with the lesbian love pole projecting from her cunt. Tessa instructed her friend to get off the couch and take up a stance on the carpet on her hands and knees, her legs spread slightly apart and her butt in the air. 
Nymphette was an alluring sight – and her ass was one of her best features. She yelped as Tessa gave her rump several playful – but quite sharp – slaps, and then had no time for further protest as the rod of the dildo was speared into her cunt. Tessa gripped her friend at the waist, and in her urgent need abandoned any effort at subtlety – she simply fucked Nymphette stupid, there was no other word for it. 

The penetrations slammed with relentless force in and out of Nymphettes vagina as her breasts swung wildly beneath her shaking body. The shafted woman gave a series of rising shrieks as the dildo rubbed across the nub of her clitoris, and her body was engulfed in ecstasy by one of the best lesbian orgasms that she had enjoyed in weeks.

‘Oh, wow, Furry-Puss!’ she gasped afterwards, when she could gather enough breath to speak; ‘you sure are making up for lost time ... and you sure are a natural at this, you sexy fucking lezzie!’

The pair of former – and now reunited – best friends kissed and cuddled for some time, first on the couch and then, as the room chilled uncomfortably in the night, they went upstairs to the king-size bed in Tessa’s bedroom. There they enjoyed a leisurely and mutually satisfying 69, before they felt fully satisfied.
Afterwards, the two women pulled the duvet across and cuddled up together underneath it in the warm bed. For a while they lay still, arms around each other, in companionable and contented peace and quiet, listening to the soft summer night-time sounds through the partly-open casement window.



Suddenly, Nymphette announced in a decided voice: ‘Furry-Puss, you need to stop just sitting around – you need to get seriously dating with some sexy babe, right here in town.’ After a slight pause, she added: ‘Do you remember Yao Lin from our class?’

‘Well, yes, of course.’ replied Tessa, rather startled by the apparent switch of direction. ‘After college, she came back and got a teaching post at the school, she’s been there for about ten years now, I saw her there this evening – anyway, why?’

‘Well, you should give her a call, I think she’d be up for it!’ enthusiastically responded her friend.

‘What? No, surely ... she would never ... would she? What makes you think that?’ said Tessa, doubtfully at first, but with growing interest.

‘Well, just after I finally arrived, the first thing I saw was her chatting to this other hot little Asian babe, and she looked like she wanted to just eat her up!’ replied Nymphette, her eyes dancing.

Tessa snorted dismissively. ‘That doesn't mean anything – she was probably just pleased to see a favourite student.’

Nymphette forged on, by no means daunted by this scepticism: ‘Well, I noticed the Korean girl was holding her hand ... and then she kissed it – like this’, she added, miming the gesture. ‘You see?’

‘No ... I dunno’, said Tessa, less firmly but still dubious; ‘there could be all sorts of reasons, you’re letting your imagination run away with you ...’

‘Oh, yeah?’ responded Nymphette, who clearly had more up her sleeve. ‘Well, this ain't my imagination – just after that, I noticed them leaving more or less together, sneaking out when the Principal was looking the other way, like naughty kids. I was intrigued, so I followed carefully after them. They were chatting, and –’ she paused triumphantly, and then resumed: ‘they didn't leave, but went down the east corridor, you know, to where the locker rooms are. 
I peeked round the corner, and Sally unlocked the small exercise gym and they both went in there – holding hands! Anyway, after a few minutes, I went quietly down the corridor – and, guess what?’

‘No – what?!’, exclaimed Tessa, amazed and excited. Nymphette resumed her tale:

‘I tried the door, very gently, but it was locked. I couldn't see in – but I could hear OK, and I know the sounds made by a woman coming!’

Tessa savoured this amazing revelation, more and more intrigued. Whilst they had not been close friends at school, they had moved in similar circles and she had always got on well with Yao Lin, and liked her. She had noticed at the reunion that the teacher looked smart and fit, with a nice figure ... Tessa felt herself becoming aroused, her nipples stiffening, her stomach fluttering and her pussy dampening. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘why not try – who knows where it might lead?’ It would be easy to get in touch with her – she could phone the school, or maybe just wait outside one day, make it seem to be a casual and accidental encounter.

Nymphette was still talking: ‘I tell you, this town isn't so strait-laced any more! A bit later on, not long before we met, I popped out for a minute to go to the ladies – anyway, I was also curious to see if they were still going at it in the small gym. They weren't  or at least the light was off and it was all quiet – but, you know the Principal’s office is down that way too? Well, as I went past, I heard someone in there getting it on as well!’ She was suddenly struck by an idea: ‘God – I wonder if it was the new Principal? Wow! – what a pair of tits that babe has got, Christ, I’d love to get my hands on them – she can’t be much older than us, you know – sheesh, what a figure, I’d eat her out any day of the week!’

This salacious news didn't produce a similar reaction in her friend, who in truth had been barely listening to it. Tessa was fully occupied by thoughts of Yao Lin and her trim fit body – the sporty woman had always had a great ass, and it still looked as pert and firm as ever. For the first time in many years, Tessa felt relaxed and positive. Maybe the corny old phrase about ‘tomorrow being the first day of the rest of your life’ had some truth in it after all. She fondly kissed her one-time lover and re-discovered best friend, snuggled down next to the comfort of her warm soft womanly shape and scent, and drifted off into a contented sleep, determined that she would find out.

妓女

2013