Skanked – The Beginning Maria’s Story

This story series depicts the awakening of repressed sexual desires in a respected professional woman at the hands of a rebellious, undisciplined Gen Z’er. It is told from the perspective of both main characters giving us each one’s perspective.

This is the second chapter in the series and shows the perspective of the rebellious young Dom. The story depicts non-consent, reluctance and humiliation as Dr. Samantha Kaplan-Donovan is shown what she really needs. If this is offensive to you, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy and comments are always welcome.

Maria Quinones’ story: The Beginning

My name is Maria Quinones, and I just had the most incredible yet terrifying night of my life and have to share my story.

First a little background. I am 22 years old and the daughter of two hard working parents that built a family pharmacy from basically nothing which has supported the family for over 35 years. We live in Plainfield Illinois where I have lived my whole life.

My Poppy passed when I was ten and I was his princess. Don’t get me wrong, he was not perfect. He had high expectations of me and even as a young child I felt pressure to live up to his expectations. But one thing was clear and is still today, he did it all for my mama and me and we were the center of his universe.

When he died suddenly of a heart attack, I was devastated. My mama did her best to support and comfort me, but I was inconsolable and let my anger at the world get the better of me. Mama struggled but never let me see just how much. She had let my father handle much of the business duties and had to learn all of them on her own.

She figured it all out and kept us going and I will be forever grateful for that. Looking back, I wished she had been a little less focused on the pharmacy and a little more on fun once in a while. I did not do well dealing with the pressure of living up to her expectations. But, thinking about it today, I put a lot of pressure on myself.

Our pharmacist and longtime family friend Dr Samantha Kaplan-Donovan really helped me see that recently. Because of her, my relationship with mama is the best it’s ever been. Our parents were best friends and Sam, was like a big sister to me growing up.

Sometimes I feel like she’s the daughter my mama always wanted. She was a straight A student, worked in the pharmacy from age 15 on except when she went away to pharmacy school. Even then she worked summers at the pharmacy. The day after she graduated, she started as the pharmacist at the store.

She’s worked for mamma full time even though the pay sucks and has to work part time at Walmart to make up for it. I’ve quit the pharmacy three times and thanks to Sam have been back at the store for eight months. Mom is teaching me the business and It’s been great. Mainly since I haven’t done anything to blow it up. Hopefully, what happened tonight won’t be the bomb this time.

Before I get to that, let me finish the background. Samantha, though seven years older, did her best to be the big sis I never had and I in turn was the sister she never had. She had two older brothers, so I was a welcome change of pace.

When I hit the teen years, I grew to resent her and the relationship she had with mom. The bottom of both relationships fell out when her parents died. I was 18 and it felt like she was stealing mamma and I resented them both for it.

Looking back on it, I was being petty and insecure, and a few rough years followed. The anger from the loss of my Poppy carried with me for far too long.

I loved Sam’s parents too, but selfishly, I became crazy jealous, when mamma became her surrogate mom. I got accepted on an athletic scholarship for soccer to Calumet College in Indiana and jumped at the opportunity to get away. Not to mention my boyfriend at the time was going there.

Unfortunately, I became much more interested in partying, piercing and tattoos than soccer and studying. I never picked a major and quit after one year. Kicked out is more truthful.

My roommate was the soccer team’s number one forward and living with her taught me that I preferred women to men, which didn’t work out too well either. She’s now married to the afore mentioned boyfriend. So, I lost them both!

From there, the downward spiral continued, I moved back home and still live with mamma. She continues to be supportive and not too demanding which makes me feel guilty and that makes me mad, and I resent her more. And that was the vicious cycle in my head. Fear of failure, anger, acting out, forgiveness, guilt, resentment and repeat. Add to the emotional shit pile that I’m gay, another potential disappointment for Mama, and life just smelt great!

When I returned home, I took a waitress job at a restaurant bar and when I turned 21, moved to the to the bar full time. It is so much easier to get tips when you’re pushin’ drinks. I love the sound of the tip bell. Free drinks for me are a good fucking deal too.

It just seemed best for me to stay away from the pharmacy. Mama and I seemed to find a neutral balance. I lived downstairs, paid some rent, and did my own thing, no pressure to be the golden child and savior of the dwindling family legacy. She had Samantha for that. When I wasn’t working, I hit the gay bars or hooked up with a “friend” and stayed at their place. The universe was in balance.

Then one day Samantha asked me to lunch, and my perspective changed. We ate at the diner down the block from the pharmacy. She was dressed elegantly as usual. She wore a navy pants suit and matching blazer with a white scoop neck blouse. It was tight fitting as usual, highlighting her 36 double fucking D’s.

If you haven’t noticed, I’m jealous of Sam. She is super tall, blue/green eyes with the thickest light brown hair I’ve ever seen. It hangs halfway down her back, and she had it in a braid revealing her long kissable neck.

You may have guessed I have some issues with my surrogate sister that Mama would not approve of either. After realizing I officially prefer women, it brought the past into focus.

In hindsight, when I was 17, Mama and I went on a boat with Sam, and I saw her in a bikini for the first time; I understand now why I was so agitated that day. It was a red string bikini that popped against her tanned super model bod. I was instantly envious and suddenly embarrassed at how I looked compared to her.

I had a white high waisted bikini and padded top. The day before I tried it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I thought, “I look good!” I spent too much time admiring myself but, I really did feel sexy.

I’m 5′ 1″ 108 lbs., not fat, but healthy. My thighs are thick but toned, my butt is average, and tit’s are small, but I have never had any complaints. My face is round and seems fat to me and I can never find a hair style I like. My lips are full and sometimes seem too big for my face. But that day I felt good about how I looked.

Then I saw Sam, and I went from sexy to short and puffy in an instant. She is 5′ 9″ tall, probably 125 lbs. with 10lb. tits. Her top barely covered half her bimbo boobs as I came to call them out of jealousy. Her stomach was toned but feminine, with a sexy curve when you looked from the side.

When she turned and I saw her ass, my jaw nearly dropped. It was round and wide but perky firm. Half of each cheek hung out and there was a smiley face crease under each cheek. Today I understand why I couldn’t stop staring. I wanted her! Back then, I didn’t understand that, and it manifested as pure jealously and frustration.

Her hair was ponytailed and when I saw her from behind, my jealousy (lust) grew stronger. Her neck and shoulders were mesmerizing. Her body tapered in from her shoulders down before rolling out for that amazing ass. Her legs were long thin and shapely. I could not stop staring at her that day.

That was when I first noticed how thick her hair was and of course even that made me jealous. Also, with her hair pulled back, I notice her face was perfectly symmetrical. Her nose was narrow and petite, cheek bones high while my nose is round like my face. So, all day long my insecurities grew, along with my frustrations. It’s clear now, my frustration was the result of being excited by her without realizing it.

I hardly notice anything about the boat that day except it was really fucking big. It was owned by CEO of a pharmaceutical company who later went on to become Sam’s husband, even though he’s old enough to be her father. I would have married her too after seeing that body. I do remember thinking the old guy must have a small dick if he needs a boat that big. The boat was way too fucking big for the lake, but I guess if you’re rich the rules don’t apply.

About a year later she sold herself out to Edmond “Daddy Warbucks” Donovan and got married. After that she became a snooty bitch, and I did my best to avoid her. I did have to go with Mama to dinner twice a month, so I still got a steady dose of Ms. Perfect.

Ok then, back to the lunch. I sat across from her, and her perfume sent a rush through me, her blue/green eyes seemed to penetrate me and her subtly thin lips begged for a kiss. We made a little small talk, but I could tell she wanted to say something.

While I could sense her thinking what to say, I notice her eyes seemed to light up looking at my face. For some reason, I sensed she was looking at me longingly. I thought, it was probably my imagination after picturing that body in my head and the nasty thoughts that came with it.

Then her tone shifted, and she started asking about my job and what opportunities to advance there might be, blah, blah. I could hear Mama’s voice asking.

“Did Mama send you to check up on me?” I asked getting pissed.

“No, she doesn’t know I’m here. I’m curious if you even care about inheriting the business. I know your mom would love to see you take over someday, but neither of us know if you are even interested.” She looked at me seriously.

“Fuck! Is she Sick?”

“No, no, she’s just thinking about the future and wants you to be provided for if anything ever did happen…”

“You’re trying to take it aren’t you?” I barked, not sure why.

I reacted more out of fear than anything else. Fear of failure. I just did not want to fuck up Poppy and Mama’s dream. I wasn’t sure I had the drive to keep it going successfully on my own.

“Think about it Maria. I have all I would ever need. Why would I want to steal your parent’s business from you? I love you like a sister and your Mama like my own. I only want what’s best for you.” She said with the kindest eyes.

I started to tear up and she took my hand in both of hers. I tried to pull away, but she held on.

I just let it out to Sam, about how I felt like I wasn’t good enough and didn’t want to disappoint Mama. So, instead I lash out and avoid all of it. I vented all my fears of being a general fuck up.

The rest of lunch she assured me if I took it over, she would stay on and help me until I threw her out and she would never move out of the area. She would learn the business with me, and she would stay till the end.

I was not sure I believed her, but I left lunch agreeing to talk to Mama that night. I held onto her hand for the rest of lunch, thinking how great it felt in my hand, warm and soft. We ended the lunch feeling happy. As we walked out, she hounded me about talking to Mama that night.

“Lighten up Sammie, you’re gonna be working for me someday, remember that.” I joked.

It had to look silly if someone saw us. I had a choppy bob with bangs, multiple piercings, (lip, eyebrow, nose, tongue. 5 piercings per ear), ripped jeans and half buttoned long sleeve flannel, telling the tall Dr. she would work for me some day.

“Got it Boss, but don’t call me Sammie!” She joked.

That night I talked to Mama and started work at the Pharmacy the following Monday.

I thought about the “uniform” for the pharmacy. Khakis a dark polo and the grey smock. Never have been a conformer and did not want to start now. I did wear new jeans and buttoned my shirt!

Mama was so happy that day and gave me a huge hug in front of the customers.

“Maria Sweetheart, I’m so happy you’re here. Do you want the register this morning? You can do whatever you feel like.” She smiled with her hands squeezing my shoulders.

“The register is fine, Thanks. Maybe some time, you can teach me the inventory system and product ordering and I can help you with that?”

“Yes, that’s wonderful Sweetheart. Ms. Johnson is ready.” She said nodding to the register.

She practically skipped down the aisle. Her and Sam were all smiles and chatty all day long. They would talk and look at me with smiles and wave. It was pathetic, but I loved it.

Later, when Mama stepped out, Sam came over to me.

“It’s so good to see you back in the store. Your mom is so happy.” She smiled.

“Thank you for helping make it happen. I had such a fear of not living up to Mama’s expectations, I sabotaged our relationship before it could happen. I really need to break that pattern of behavior.” I confessed

“I understand, it can be a lot of pressure trying to live up to parental expectations. We both were born to remarkable parents.”

“I’m so sorry about your parents. They were so encouraging after Poppy died. I can’t imagine losing both parents. Losing an aunt and uncle was hard enough. They were always closer to me than my bio aunts and uncles.” I said touching her arm

She began to cry. “God, I miss them.”

I gave her a hug. She smelled heavenly and with our height difference I got a close encounter with her amazing bimbo boobs.

“Me too,” I said sniffling softly. “OK, enough sniveling, I need to get back to work.

“You know, now that you’re management, you might want to refamiliarize yourself with the dress code your mom and Poppy put in place.” She said out of nowhere. It pissed me off of course. We were having a moment and she slaps me with her prissy judgy shit.

“OMG, are you trying to turn me into you. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a porn bimbo, super model body, perfect tit’s and Scarlett Johansson ass.” I said agitated.

“Hold on minute. Where did that come from? I’m just sayin’. Other employees are required to wear Kakis or a skirt. If you’re gonna run this place, it’s probably good to lead by example.”

“Kind of hard to follow your example, I don’t have a 10K a month closing allowance.” I clapped back.

“I’m sorry, Maria, I forget how lucky I am. It was not my intent to flaunt my position. I was just trying to help.” She said, looking afraid.

“Do you even know how condescending that sounds? Luck, really? Marrying someone twenty years older for money, so you can live in the biggest house on the lake, wear the best clothes and drive the best fucking car in the fucking parking lot. Is that luck or is that prostitution?” I said and stomped my way back to the counter.

A customer came in and as I took a breath, I realized how much I overreacted. When the customer left, I went back to talk to her.

“I am such a fucking bitch, I’m so sorry. That was completely uncalled for. I’m just jealous and lashing out. You’ve done so much for Mama and me. Anybody else would have moved on years ago. Can you please, please forgive me Sam?”

She looked at me and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry too. Sometimes I don’t think before I talk. I was not trying… I’m gonna leave it at that. Of course, I forgive you. See you tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’m opening tomorrow.” I replied calmly.

See you bright and early.” She smiled warmly.

“So do you really think, I’ve got a Scarlett Johansson ass,” She rubbed it and looked over her shoulder at it. I wished that was my hand rubbing her and had to snap myself out of that thought pattern.

“Scarlet wishes she had your ass, Samantha.” I smiled trying not to show my sinful thoughts.

The next day, I did wear the uniform, even the ugly grey smock. The next few months were good. I learned the inventory management system and purchase order entry rules and had taken it over, with some oversite at the end of the month from Mama.

Then Sam hosted a small gathering for Mama’s Birthday. Edmond was out of town, and we had a few friends along with, Mama, Sam and me. I was handling the drinks and Sam “helped” serve the food. As much as I resented that she had a housekeeping staff. I had to admit, she did not treat them like help or flaunt it.

I introduced Sam to Long Island iced tea that evening, and though I warned her they fooled you with their taste but packed a big fucking punch, she kept asking for more. I never saw her drunk before, but she was full blown, falling down, sloppy drunk.

If I’m honest, letting her drink seven of them didn’t help. I thought about cutting her off, but I did not. I wanted to see just how blasted she could get.

She had been sitting poolside for the last two drinks and when she tried to stand up, it hit her and me, just how blasted she was. Needless to say, she sat back down quickly, or I could say, fell back down.

The party was wrapping up and I agreed to stay and take care of her. Mama would open the store and cover it till we made it in. If we made it in. The staff went home, and we managed to keep her in the chair as the guests departed, then Mama left too.

I sat next to her trying not to laugh watching her head wobble when she talked. Here eye’s looked like she’d been smoking weed all night.

“I jusht luff you, Maria. She slurred big time. Thwank you for stlaying wiff me shweetie.” She was looking for her drink. “Where’d I put…”

I dumped it even though there was over half left. She was toast and I just needed to get her to bed. If she laid still for two minutes that would have been the end of her until the rude awakening the next morning.

“Sam Honey, you don’t need any more tea. Can I get you an ice water?”

“Ok” she said

“Please stay right there, don’t try to get up.” I said and hurried for the water.

When I came back, she was sitting up sideways on the lounge chair. She took a few drinks of water. And said, “Les go for a shwim.”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit Sam, and I think you should sleep it off Honey,” I said trying to distract her.

“I’m not tired and who needs a shwim shuit?” She kicked off her pumps and pulled her sundress up over here head and tossed it.

She staggered as she tossed the dress but kept her balance. Then she popped her bra and her breasts, rolled side to side as she swayed. I moved toward her hoping to stop her, but she was already taking off her panties.

Stunned by the sight of her naked ass, I stopped and watched. When she stood up, I was awed by her naked body. When she playfully looked at me and asked if I was coming, I reacted without thinking and undressed too. Sam dove in and taunted me to join her.

I quickly jumped in and felt no shock. The pool temp was like a warm bath. Nevertheless, it did seem to sober her up a little. When I moved close to her, she spun to the side, leaned against the side of the pool and rested her head on the edge.

I was disappointed that flash of flirtation was not what I had hoped. But we did have a very revealing conversation about her life and marriage.

“Isn’t this relaxing?” she sighed. “Everything is just so perfect, isn’t it?”

“Sounds like, NOT!” I said hearing her sarcasm.

“He’s gone so much and when he comes home, he doesn’t act like he missed me much.” She sounded like she was gonna cry, so I leaned on the side of the pool next to her.

“He is a CEO Sam, travel’s part of the deal.” I said not sure why I felt like I had to defend him.

“You’re probably right, I should be grateful, but a girl has needs.” She almost whined.

I couldn’t help but ask. “How often do you have sex?”

She hesitated, looked at me and then toward the sky. “Once a month, maybe, if he’s home.” She sniffed, crying.

“Quality over quantity.” I said trying to sound hopeful.

She closed her eyes and didn’t reply.

“Or NOT,” she said mocking my earlier comment. “Seven orgasms in four years. Three were on our honeymoon. What the hell, and none in two years.”

I felt bad that hearing this made me happy. Ms. Perfect was having trouble in paradise. “Can he?” I stopped not sure what word to use.

“Yes, he can get it up if that’s what you mean, but only once and it happens quick. He’s always game on his birthday and our anniversary though. I suck his cock, so he doesn’t have to exert himself. He’s always up for that if you know what I mean. But I don’t swallow at least.” She said resentfully.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “TMI Sammie, TMI!”

She laughed too. “You’re right, sorry but don’t call me Sammie!”

Then I couldn’t help but push a little harder. “Does, he at least reciprocate on your birthday?”

In her state she didn’t get the question. “What?” she asked clearly confused.

“Does he munch the carpet on your birthday?” I asked

“No, Edmond doesn’t eat taco’s.” She joked.

“Not at all?”

“Nope. He never cleans the plate.” She obviously wanted to continue.

So, I went along. “He doesn’t get his bib on?”

She began to laugh. “No Australian Kisses”

“No box lunch?” I laughed out loud.

“No Dunch Munch at all.” She said trying to sound serious.

“I would have thought whisker biscuits were his thing.” I replied barely able to talk.

“No Flicky Flicky.” She giggled.

“All his travels but no south of the border?” I wondered how long this could last.

“No whistling through the wheat field.” Sam was laughing hysterically.

“I always pictured him as a Vagitarian.” I replied.

“Definitely not a muffivore.” I never imagined this back and forth with Sam.

“So, he’s never yodeled down your canyon Sam?”

“Fuck Maria, how big do you think my pussy is!” She slipped off the wall and under the water.

Then she popped up laughing. “Ok, you win, no more muff diving talk, it’s too depressing.”

“And she throws in one more, I’m out.” I stood up and pretended to be knocked out.

“Let’s get you to bed, Sam. Tomorrow’s gonna hurt. Drink your water it will help.”

We grabbed some towels by the pool, and I helped dry her so I could get her to her bedroom. If she were slightly sober, I may not have been able to contain myself. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her tits were huge and round with areola the size of silver dollars. Her muff trimmed and dark brown and that ass, almost pushed me over the edge.

We wrapped ourselves in towels and I helped her up to her room.

“Let’s find you some Jammies Sam, Ok?” I asked as we entered.

“Ok, In the closet.” she led me to the giant French doors, leading to a “Closet” that was bigger than Mama and my closets and bedrooms combined.

She had a huge leather topped ottoman in the center of the closet big enough to sleep on. It had drawers on the side. She opened one and pulled out a powder blue silk cami and matching bottoms.

“Stay with me tonight, pleath,” she slurred. “Haven’t had a thleep over in…” She lost her train of thought and began to wobble.

I felt like I was talking to a child, but when the towel dropped, if she were a child my thoughts would put me in jail.

“Sweetie, Aunt Maria, doesn’t have any jammies. It’s probably….”

Oblivious to my sarcasm, she bent down and shuffled through the drawer. “Got ya covered.”

I stared at her and the urge to nibble those amazing buns, filled my mind.

“Oh, look its robo-Edmond. She held up a white plastic bullet shaped dildo. Not anymore fulfilling, trust me.” She said letting it drop back into the drawer.

She pulled out a red cami set for me. Her “closet” had two sets of French doors leading in. When you stepped in, the room had a six foot wide make up table on the left with mirrored French doors on either side. The right wall had four sets of mirrored French doors and the back wall had two sets. Of course, the entry doors were mirrored on the inside, so you could see yourself from all sides.

I watched her in the mirror as we got dressed. I could have looked at her all night. She was so lit; she never noticed my stare. I got her into bed in her California king and she held the cover for me to join her. “Thank you for staying, I just don’t want to be alone again tonight.”

I trembled as I slid in next to her. She gripped me like a teddy bear, spun my back to her, slid an arm under my neck and one over my side, then pulled me into the spooning position. I had never seen her this vulnerable before and the rush of emotion that stirred in me was frightening. Her lower arm bent up across my breasts and her other arm draped over me resting at my panty line caressing me.

It was surreal. This gorgeous amazon woman held me close, with only the thin silk between our bodies. I wanted to turn over and kiss her and touch her and make love to every part of her. But it was Sam! She was like a sister.

My mind whirled and before I could even think what to do, I felt her go limp and breathe slow and deep. I laid there for half an hour, and knew there was no chance of sleep, so I slipped out, got dressed and put the pajamas back in her drawer.

The next morning, she was late to work but looked too damned good, all things considered. If not for the blood shot eyes no one would guess how bad she was. She had almost no memory of anything after the fifth one.

“Good morning,” she said sluggishly. “Did you by chance help me to bed last night?

“You don’t remember?” I smiled.

“Did I jump in the pool?” She asked embarrassed.

“Yep, skinny style.” I taunted.

“Was anyone else there?”

“I’ll never tell,” I said as I turned to go back to the counter.

“Oh God, who else was there?” She asked afraid.

I toyed with her for half the day, before telling her the guests had all left before she skinny dipped. She could not recall any of our discussion about her and Edmond. She also had no idea how she got to bed. So, I didn’t share any of it. I just let her know I helped her to bed.

For me, the memory of that night and seeing her naked body stayed with me and became the inspiration for hundreds of fantasies over the next couple months. Over that time, things were good at work and Sam, and I got along well. Sadly, I got no sense that she had any interest in me or any woman for that matter.

My frustration and disappointment grew until it blew up the day before our 35th anniversary celebration at the store. We were working together to have a little celebration in the store, followed by a surprise party for Mama at the house that weekend.

That morning customers were waiting outside for us to open, and Sam and I were going down the things that needed to be done for the celebration day. I was typing the list into my phone as we talked. Suddenly Sam lost her shit and things turned ugly.

She whacked the back of my head with her hand. I looked at her pissed.

“I need you to pull your face from the God dammed cell phone and act like you give a shit about your Mama’s big day. Can you do that for two minutes so we can service the customers that are waiting patiently to spend their hard-earned money…”

I held up the phone, showing her the list and the look on her face was priceless. Before she could apologize, my frustration burst.

“You need me to… ” I exhaled and shook my head looking at the floor.

“You need, to pull your perfect little head out of your perfect little ass and stop thinking you’re the fucking center of the fucking universe and we all revolve around you. You need, to get out of your fucking fairyland world where you think your asshole smells like roses and your neglected little cunt smells like lilacs.

You need to understand I’ve been working my ass off and I don’t appreciate your spoiled rich ass acting like your so much better than everybody else cause you married someone old enough to be your fucking dad for his fucking money!”

She blinked and stared at me in shock, then let loose.

“Don’t you dare act like I had life handed to me on a silver platter Maria. My parents worked as hard as yours and had even less to show for it. You know what, I’ve worked my ass off my whole God damned life. I gave a shit about school. I’ve worked at this God damned store for 15 fucking years and never quit your family.

Now, you come back for a few months after disrespecting your mother for five fucking years. Years you spent turning her beautiful daughter whom she loves more than life, into a ratty haired, tatted up, body pierced, skanky, crack whore looking freak. Then you accuse me of not working to put myself in a place to be a success in life. It ain’t happening Sis!”

When she finished, her angry expression changed, and she immediately looked sorry for clapping back. It was too late at that point.

“What you need Sammie is to be fucked and fucked hard. It might just knock that stick out of your ass and make you see what you’re missing. I just realized; you are jealous. Jealous cause I don’t care what people think. Jealous cause I don’t sell out and settle for a mundane lonesome life, married to a man who needed a big titted gorgeous babe for arm candy, while he climbed on the backs of all the people whose jobs he cut to make the quarterly numbers.

He hit the jackpot with you. You’re even smart. How lucky he was to find a woman willing to settle for a semi hard dick once a month. But hey you got the biggest fucking boat and the biggest fucking house on the lake. You and I both know, no matter how much money you get, it can’t scratch that itch can it Sammie.”

I backed her against the pharmacy desk and tapped the front of her skirt for emphasis.

Her 36D’s pressed against my shoulders and I resisted the urge to kiss the slightly exposed top of her breasts. She wore a tight button-down blouse teasing just a bit of cleavage.

“What you need is someone who can scratch that itch like you deserve. Someone who will worship that beautiful body instead of parading it for the cameras and soft fucking it once a month when he happens to be home for a night.

Does he lick your pussy, Sammie? No, he doesn’t, you told me at Mama’s birthday party, or were you really too drunk to remember? Every woman deserves a good pussy licking Sammie. When it’s done right there’s nothing like it. I wouldn’t give that up for all the money in the world. Until death do you part…”

“Ok that’s enough Mar…” She protested.

“This skank is just getting started Sammie.” I caressed her thigh below the skirt line. “How many sets of batteries have you burned through on all those lonely nights in the biggest fucking house on the lake? Seven orgasms in four years of marriage and three were on you honeymoon. No wonder you’re so bitter.”

The expression on her face told me she didn’t remember sharing that little tidbit in her drunken haze.

I looked up at her, opened my mouth showing the tongue stud. “A warm tongue is so much better than a cold plastic dildo. If you ever feel one of these jiggling on your clit, you’ll never wanna stop.” I wiggled my tongue. “Women know all the right places to touch.” My fingers tease their way around the front of her legs, then, up her inner thigh, just past the skirt line.

She froze, not sure what to do. I could see the confusion in her eyes. Not anger, but confusion. I saw that same look in my college roommate’s eyes before I turned her into my toy. Suddenly a rush of excitement shot through me. So, I pressed harder against her and spread her knees with mine.

“I wish I could remember how many times I made my roommate in college come like a screaming banshee. I’m sure it was seven in one night.” I said grinning and wiggling my tongue. And with a little training she learned to bring me off better than any guy ever could. Tell me I’m right and I’ll drop to my knees, slide those panties off and put this skanky tongue stud to work right now. Does Edmond touch you like this, Sammie?”

I gently caressed her inner thigh and could feel her trembling. As her breathing got heavier, my confidence grew.

“Tell me I’m right and beg me to fuck you, Sammie. We can end that drought. right now,” I whispered looking up at her. “Such an incredibly beautiful body deserves to be worshipped and appreciated. I can give you what you need every day Sammie. What you deserve…”

I looked into her blue-green eyes and thought how funny this must look. My little body forcing the giant against the counter and her trembling as she looked into my eyes.

“Your heart is pounding Sammie,” I said calmly. “Does Edmond do that to you?”

Then I breathed in through the nose. My eyes closed and head swayed gently side to side. “Oh, I can smell your excitement. That pussy is wet for me isn’t it, Sammie. Uuuuhhhhmmmm,” I hummed taking another whiff. I could really only smell her perfume which made my pussy stir just the same.

She made a sad attempt to push me away and I pressed harder against her. “Tell me, I’m wrong and I’ll stop.” I said as she pathetically shook her head. I could sense it was working and my heart raced.

“Oh, you’ve got the itch for real now Sammie. You’ll try anything to scratch even Eddie will benefit. He will love it until his little floppy penis can’t get up anymore. But, as you already know, he won’t scratch the itch. Your cold plastic tube won’t scratch it either. I think we both know that already too. Then you’re gonna try with those pretty little fingers.” I took her hands and caressed her fingers for effect. “But you just won’t be able to satisfy it.”

“You need fucked. Thoroughly and often. Come to me when you’re ready Sammie. I know what you need.” I said confidently.

Then I slipped my fingers between hers and gripped her hands. She stood there frozen for a few seconds, then pulled her hands back, just as one of the customers knocked on the door. I let her squirm out from between me and the counter.

“Maria, I am truly sorry for the things I said to you. It was uncalled for and hurtful and I apologize for that truly. I will do whatever I can to prove my sincerity on that. I lashed out in anger and did not mean it.” She said looking sincere.

As for your little display just now. That was equally uncalled for and disturbing. I’m going to write that off as words spoken in anger and move on. Thank you for your help for the anniversary celebration and I’m sorry for thinking you were not paying attention. You really have done a great job since you’ve come back and I’m proud of you for that.”

I moved toward the door and yelled. “Thank you for that Sammie, that was sweet. And remember I am always here to help meet your needs.”

After getting through the morning rush, Mama had arrived, so I acted happy and normal. I wasn’t sure if it was wishful thinking or reality, but it felt like Sam was looking at me a lot as she filled prescriptions and I felt like she was thinking about me. Whenever she made eye contact, I gave her my best confident smile and taunted her with my eyes.

I did announce to her and Mama, every time I checked off a task for the anniversary celebration.

“Dr. Kaplan-Donovan mam, I set up the cake table for tomorrow as you requested. The punch bowls and cups are here and ready. I spoke with the deli and the finger sandwiches will be ready by 10:00AM tomorrow. I plan to walk down the block at 9:50AM to get them.”

Mom looked at me sensing my sarcasm and military tone.

“Thank you, Maria. I appreciate all your hard work.” Sam replied.

“Please shout out if I can help with anything you might need.” I smiled at her and I’m sure I saw a blush.

That night I lay in bed replaying what happened with my roommate April. I mentioned she was our star forward. She was tall, thin and fast as lightning on the field. One night after a few beers she shared an encounter with a girl she had in high school trying to sound cool, I think. That story really stayed with me, and I found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss her and feel a female body against mine.

She was pretty, with zero body fat, four or five inches taller than me, but weighed about the same. Her hair was short spikey and black as coal. Her dark brown eyes were wide and captivating. Her neck was long and attractive. Growing up an only child this was my first time sharing a room with someone. April had four sisters and was used to letting it all hang out. She was not shy about being naked in front of me, even carrying on conversations and standing close while nude.

She got along great with my boyfriend Seth and didn’t mind him sleeping over. The rooms were small and having him stay made me uncomfortable, so, we only did it a few times. We actually fucked with her in the room once after a few drinks but, it was not fun, and I never let it happen again. I definitely would not do it in his room with his roommate in the room.

April had a couple guys sleep over and did not appear at all shy about fucking with me in the room. She did it five times in the first half semester, never giving a heads-up and always creeping in at 2:00 AM or later. I pretended to be asleep but heard and sometimes saw everything.

Her body shape was tall and thin with impossibly small hips. Her tits were smaller than mine, but her nipples were like thimbles. Her ass was small but round. Her ass cheeks were barely bigger than my hand. It was a beautiful body but with her small chest and visible abs, there was an androgynous air about her that made me strangely attracted to her. Her completely shaved pussy and tiny pink labia seemed to add to her androgyny.

The second night she fucked in our room sent me over the edge and triggered something in me that changed everything. I fell asleep with the TV on, so it gave off enough light to see. I think they liked the noise. It provided a little cover. She brought him in about 2:30 and they dropped quickly onto her bed and removed their clothes in a frenzy. He mounted her and she brought her knees up with her heels on his ass as he fucked her hard.

I could sense her growing excitement from her muted squeals. I had move painfully slowly to give me a view of the action. And watched as her legs bounced from his thrusts. She whispered, trying to muffle herself. “You’re so hard, fuck me, David. Fuck me hard.”

That must have set him off and he grunted and jerked coming inside her. I wondered how that would feel to have someone come inside me. I always made Seth wear a condom and he was my first and only.

He almost immediately stopped humping her and she rolled them over taking the top. She rocked her hips moving in a smooth sexy rhythm with her palms on his chest. I watched the silhouette of her body as she rode him like a horse. My pussy was soaking wet at the sight of her smooth hip motion.

I heard her whispering, “No, I’m not done,” and she fucked him faster. After a moment, his limp cock slipped out and she sighed.

“I’m sorry, too much to drink…” He said, embarrassed.

Then, she shocked us both. She jumped up and spun around, lowering her pussy to his face. “Use your fucking, tongue.”

Her legs straddled his chest with her hands on his stomach and she began to rub her cum filled cunt against his face. My pussy throbbed and I slid my hand into my panties and began to rub myself. I watched those hips rock wildly and that cute little ass roll on his face. Her breathing increased and suddenly she stopped and slow rolled.

“Yes, right there, keep going. Lick it right there.” She moaned. “Suck my clit, oh fuck!”

As I watched her body convulse coming on his face, I pictured myself in his place and came in my panties along with her. There was a flood of warm liquid that soaked my panties and the sheets, like nothing I had ever felt before. I pressed my lips together as hard as I could and rolled to press my face in my pillow, to stop from being heard.

When her orgasm passed, she stretched out and collapsed next to him. They lay there breathing until she calmed down, then she abruptly told him he needed leave. “Sorry, but you’ll need to go. You can’t be here when Maria wakes up.”

The following night, I woke to the buzz of a dildo, as she pleasured herself. Once again, I imagined helping her with her problem and we secretly shared an orgasm for the second night in a row.

The following weekend Seth and I saw her in the campus bar, on Friday night and asked her to join us. She was drowning her sorrows having broken things off with the premature ejaculator. So, Seth and I took her under our wing and had a great time, drinking, dancing, and talking more than April and I had in our first month together.

It probably wasn’t the heathiest thing, since our shared orgasms and my obsessive thoughts, to be throwing alcohol into the mix, but I did and our dancing became very suggestive. Seth felt like a king, as we danced with him together. The more alcohol, the more sexual the dancing. We sandwiched him between us gyrating and twerking together. We even did a couple little one on one dances in front of him teasing a lesbian show for him.

Seth loved it and at least a dozen guys came up to him and patted him on the back or asked if either April or I were available.

We closed the place down and he walked us back to the room. It was obvious Seth was hoping to live every boy’s dream of two on one. Sadly, that was the moment I realized Seth and I would be over soon enough. My only thought was to get April alone. She went in first and I slid between Seth and the door.

“Thank you, Seth, for walking us home. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I said as I kissed his cheek and slithered in the door.

“Thanks for shooing him out, Maria. I think Seth thought he was gettin’ doubled tonight. We got a little out of hand, but it was fun. I’m gonna feel this tomorrow.”

She went to the bathroom, and I sat on the bed wondering if any of our solo dances with smiling eyes, contact and roaming hands were real.

She came back in the room, quickly pulled her halter dress over her head, and tossed it aside. I starred at her toned body feeling the warmth between my legs. When she unhooked her bra and tossed it, I stood up ogling her huge nipples. and flat tummy.

“Thanks, so much for spending the evening with me. I really needed that,” She was sliding her panties down in front of me bending over with that cute tiny ass pointed right at me.

I felt such a mixture of horny, confused, lovesick, curious, terrified, and buzzed. I was afraid to move or talk for fear of doing or saying the wrong thing.

Then she turned and faced me. I saw her shaved pussy and imagined slipping my hand into her thigh gap and touching her soft pink lips. Before I could grasp what was happening her arms were around my neck pulling me close.

My cheek contacted her chest and my chin her touched her breast as she bear hugged me. My arms instinctively went around her, and my right hand landed on her left ass cheek.

“I had such and good time. You and Seth are so much fun.”

The skin on her ass was the softest thing I’d ever felt.

“I’ve had such a shitty week and you just turned everything around. I worried about what my roommate would be like, and you are just a dream come true. I think we’re gonna be great together.”

She held me there and I could barely breathe or swallow with butterflies in my stomach. She felt so warm and soft and when she released her grip I leaned in and turned to kiss her only to see her turn away clueless to what I almost did.

“I’m wiped,” she said and tossed herself face first onto the bed.

I stood there dumfounded starring at her cute little ass and pink lips peeking out between her spread legs. She never moved and fell asleep in seconds. I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. In just a t-shirt, I lay there looking at her. She left her desk light on, and I masturbated for the third time that week watching her.

The next day I took my laptop to the library in a private study room and studied lesbian porn for nearly four straight hours. The obsession grew from there and the spiral of fixation and porn addiction began.

When she went home for a weekend a few weeks later, it happened to be Seth’s weekend to go home as well. Having the room to myself, I spent that Saturday watching porn and masturbating with her dildo. I found it in her underwear drawer. It was pink and just a little bigger around than a quarter.

Watching a video of a beautiful lady riding the face of her lady lover, I relived that night watching April come on limp dick’s face. Knowing the dildo had been insider her gave me the most intense orgasm I could recall as the face rider in the movie screamed to a climax with me.

I came several times that day and in my twisted way felt like April had given me those orgasms.

Sunday I was sore and feeling guilty, so I called Seth’s house to tell him I missed him and find out when he was coming back. His mother said, he hadn’t come home that weekend. I did my best to play it off, but it was awkward.

Suddenly, I had a sinking feeling and went to his dorm. When I got there, his roommate’s car was gone. I knew he was gone, because Seth had told me so, and tried to encourage me to spend the weekend in his room. I told him it was the wrong time of the month and that seemed to shut it down. That was when he decided to go home. I had a bad feeling he found a plan B.

I slipped into the dorm behind another resident and made my way to his room. Almost immediately, I could hear Seth through the door.

“Beg for it April!” He said sternly.

“Please fuck me again, I’ll suck you hard!” She replied

“Your knees must be tired, Slut! Oh fuck, your mouth… What a little cock whore!”

I heard her muffled moans as she sucked my boyfriend’s cock.

“You want this Slut,” he taunted.

“Yes please!”

“Touch yourself while you suck it! Oh yes suck my fucking cock.”

She moaned louder and more frantically.

“Are you gonna come for me, like a horny little slut.”

“Oh shit, yes!”

“You like me watching you touch yourself, don’t you?”

I felt like a perv listening at the door, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I looked around and didn’t see anyone then turned my ear back to the door.

“Assume the slut position.” There was some shuffling. “That’s it put that little ass in the air. Why do you like it doggy style April Slut?”

“Cause I’m a horny little bitch and need the big dawg in my cunt…”

“Is everything ok Miss?” Said a voice from behind me.

“Ah!” I jumped and grabbed my chest. “You scared me. I think I’m at the wrong room. I better go get my phone and recheck the info, excuse me.”

I practically ran back to the dorm. I felt stupid and cried all the way back. Becky from next door saw me as I entered the room.

“You ok Maria, do you wanna…”

“I’m fine it’s silly, see you later.” I slunk in and closed the door.

As I lay on the bed, I cried for a while trying to grasp what I heard. The longer I cried the more I wondered why. I had already decided I really wasn’t interested in Seth. Then I came to the realization I was more hurt by losing my fantasy relationship with April.

That’s when I realized just how pathetic I had been, and the tears stopped. That could have been when I picked myself up and moved on. But I decided revenge tasted too sweet.

I thought back to our great night out together and I should have seen it. She was fascinated by his family’s flooring business. They have 12 stores in Illinois, Wisconsin, and Indiana. It’s quite the empire. April had joked a couple times if she could find a rich husband, she wouldn’t have to pick a major. It all made sense now.

I took my credit card to the electronics store and bought two mini web cams. One disguised as a stuffed puppy dog. It seemed like the perfect choice. That one sat on my desk with a great view of the Horny Bitch’s bed. The other in the air vent with a view of the entire room.

They were set up and verified before she came home. Then I tried to study for a few hours with no luck. I was too busy fuming and plotting.

Finally, at almost 6:00PM she came in, all smiles. “Hola Maria! I missed you this weekend. She gave me a big hug. A day earlier I would have loved that hug, but then it was all I could do not to punch her pretty little face.

“How was the family?” I asked sweetly.

“Same old, same old. I’m really kind of tired and have a quiz to study for. How’s Seth, did he get back yet?”

“No. I haven’t heard from him. His family is always on the go and doing stuff. He’s probably been busy.” I said innocently.

“He’s quite the catch. You should hold on to him. What’s their house like?”

“Oh, it’s big. More like a mansion. Fourteen rooms, with a pool and a guest house.”

She smiled like the Grinch that stole Christmas. “Well, I better get to studying.”

“Ok, I’m gonna go get dinner.” I said needing to get out.

I played it cool that week. Being the loving girlfriend to Seth, except for anything sexual and the sweet roommate to April. I went home that weekend, hoping to get some helpful video while I was away.

There was one not so healthy side effect of that week. After listening to their little performance, I found myself drawn to Lesbian FemDom porn and my fingers got a workout. The feeling of power I got from imagining being the Dom, was like a bad, bad, drug.

It turned out I got quite the show that weekend. He fucked her like a dog seven times. On the floor, on her bed, bent over my bed, on my bed and bent over my desk. The puppy dog got a view of her right ear during that one. Let’s just says he had some serious ear wax build up.

She learned what I already knew. Seth is a quick comer. Seems she could only achieve orgasm doing her wild face ride. She managed to beg good enough to do it twice that weekend. Apparently, Seth likes a little cream pie for dessert.

When I returned, life with April and Seth was all ice cream and apple pie. I pretended like I so wanted to have sex with Seth but there was always a little something that came up to stop it. It must have been quite frustrating for him. Luckily, he had plan B.

I wasn’t sure exactly how I was going to use the video until I heard Seth was going home for his mom’s birthday weekend. I asked April if she wanted to have a wine and “Lifetime night” on Friday. She agreed, so I made a trip to the “Love Shack

The feature film for the evening was Sinfidelity. The story of a wife out for revenge on her cheating husband. We sat side by side on her bed and downed two bottles of wine. In our loosened state, we decided to open another bottle and watch another movie.

“Do you mind if we pause it and I take a quick shower? We can watch in our jammies.” She suggested

“Perfect.” I replied. “I’ll wait for you.”

I connected my computer to the TV and put on a black silk cami with no underwear. It reached to mid-thigh, but the air touching my panty free pussy was quite stimulating. I set things up for the next step and my pussy moistened at the thought. When she returned, I was beyond excited to see her wrapped in a towel.

“You’re looking comfy,” she said as she dropped her towel.

I walked to her, “You really are quite the slutty little bitch aren’t you April?” I slapped her ass and squeezed her right cheek.”

She spun away laughing nervously and looked at me shocked. Before she could speak, I leaned in and licked her left nipple. “I’m gonna love having you as my bitch too.” I said leaning back in.

“What the fuck Maria?” She pushed my head back.

She bent down for the towel, “Huh uh, cheating little sluts stay naked.” I grabbed her arm and stood her up. Sit that slutty little ass on the bed and let’s watch the next movie.” I tossed her onto the bed and hit play on my computer.

“You like fucking your roommate’s boyfriend on her bed, don’t you slut?! Makes you feel like a nasty little bitch, doesn’t it?” Seth’s voice glared. I had it set to the highest volume. The overhead image of Seth pounding her ass as he fucked her doggy style on my bed filled the screen.

“I’m so sorry!” She squealed before trying to stand up.

“Sit your ass down April

“Fuck me Big Dawg. I’m your nasty little bitch!” April’s voice blasted out.

“Great sound through the web cam’s huh?” I said loudly.

“Pound that big fucking cock in me Seth!” She screamed on the TV.

“Please, the neighbors, turn it down!” She begged.

“The Neighbors are the least of you problems. Tell me you’re my nasty little bitch April.”

“What are you talking about?” Her porn voice continued to blast through the room and beyond. She looked terrified.

“You’ll be my bitch all weekend, or, your parents, Seth’s parents, the soccer team and anyone else I can think of get this video.” I held up my phone with a group text ready to send, that read; “See the attached video my roommate sent me and told me, I should kill myself.”

“No one’s gonna believe that…”

I grabbed her phone off her dresser and tossed it to her. Look at your sent texts, April.

I had texted the file from her phone to mine while she was in the shower. With the caption.

“Not much reason for you to live is there?”

Seth’s voice, blared from the TV. “Are you ready for Big Dawg to breed your bitch ass, Slut?”

“Yes, come in me Big Dawg. Come inside me Ooooohhhhh!”

Someone knocked on the door. “April, you, OK?”

I hit pause on the video. “Answer them April,” I said calmly.

‘I’m fine, Thanks.”

“Are you sure, I thought I heard screaming…”

“Go to the door and let her know you’re ok,” I commanded.

When she reached for the towel on the way, I stopped her. “Nope, sluts go naked in this room.”

She peaked around the cracked door. “I’m fine Beth thanks for checking.”

“Hi Beth, I yelled from the room. We just got a little excited watching some videos. We’ll try to keep it down, thanks.” I pushed the door closed.

She turned and I was standing inches from her. She leaned back against the door recoiling. “Am I hitting send?”

“No please,” she pleaded with desperate eyes.

I pressed her against the door and looked up into her eyes. “Then what are you this weekend April?”

“I’m you nasty little bitch.” She said looking defeated.

“You catch on fast, so let’s cut to the chase.” I grabbed her tits in both hands and teased her nipples with my tongue. “Love those huge nipples, April.”

“Please, I’m sorry I’ll stop seeing him…”

“No, you won’t. And you won’t tell him anything about this, Understood?” I licked her nipples again while my hands moved around her waist to her ass. “Your ass is so cute, and it feels like silk. I gave her buns a good squeeze as I continued tonguing her.

Then I released her. “Go into my closet and get the leather gym bag and set in on your bed. Then you can take a seat next to it.”

“Please, Maria…”

“If you question me again, you will be punished April.”

I watched as she did as commanded and sat on the bed staring at me.

Without saying anything, I walked to the bag, took out a leather collar with chrome rivets and rings, for a leash. I put it around her neck and fastened it. “A head strong little bitch needs to be restrained.” Then I attached the chromed chain leash and stood in front of her.

“Kneel April.” I said taking a step back.

She slid forward off the edge of her bed and knelt in front of me. As I looked down my pussy tingled from the feeling of power. The object of my fantasies was all mine, and I refused to waste even on minute. I looked into her brown eyes.

“You’re going to lick my pussy now while I tell you the rules.” I pulled the chain, positioning her inches from my black cami.

“Please…” She pleaded. But the slap of the leather leash handle on her ass shut her up. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows, indicating I was waiting.

When she gripped the hem of my cami, I smiled at her and spread my feet apart, to give her access.

Her tongue extended and moved in gently touching my labia. “Oh yes, good little b, bitch.” I sighed. “I’m gonna let you lick me till I come, Ok?”

She nodded. “I’m gonna make you a deal, April. After I come in your mouth, if your slutty little cunt isn’t wet for me, I forgive you and we move on. Oh, shit April that feels so good. If you are wet, you are my bitch until I tell you different agreed?”

She nodded, or at least I think she did. She was licking faster, and her head bobbed.

“Oh my God you do that so good. Your lips are so soft. Seth can never know that I know about you two. And Ah! You will continue to date him, but you will only fuck him in our room, so I get to watch. I know you like to be watched…”

Her head bobbed up and down at remarkable speed and she moaned as she licked and sucked my pussy lips. I squealed on the verge of coming. She whimpered into my cunt sensing my excitement.

“I’m gonna come in that nasty little mouth, April!” I pumped my hips, and my legs began to shake.

She hummed, “uh huh, uh huh” as she nodded.

Then, she stopped and sucked my clit into her mouth tickling it with her machine gun tongue.

I screeched a high-pitched series of gasps with my mouth locked open as the best orgasm of my life hit. I lost balance and leaned forward gripping her shoulders for support. My upper body began a series of spasms that went from my cunt, up my spine to my shoulders as I came in wave after wave flooding her face.

She kept going until I couldn’t take anymore and jumped away. “Oh my God, I never…” I spun and sat my ass on the bed, catching my breath.

She sat beside me, with her face and neck coated with my cum, on her knees like dog on a leash. This was far better than I had ever imagined masturbating with her.

She turned her head to look at me and I smiled. “You’re wet for me aren’t you April?”

She shook her head rapidly, with a terrified look.

“Stand up, here between my legs Slut. I need to inspect you pussy. I said, confident she could not have eaten my cunt so amazingly and not enjoyed it.

I traced my fingers from her knee up her inner thigh. As I breathed in, I could smell her excitement and my smile grew. When I touched her pussy, my fingers melted into her soaking wet softness, and I gasped out loud. A new rush of heat flooded my own pussy, as I realized she was mine.

Her eyes closed the second I touched her steaming cunt, and her lips began to tremble. I slid my fingers up and down the length of her slit feeling her tremble at my touch.

Her body began to sway in time with my slow methodical stroking. “What are you April?”

“I’m your nasty little bitch, Maria.” She sighed.

I stopped touching and raised my arms. “Take this off of me April.”

She pulled the cami off and let it drop while I wiggled back on the bed and sat with my back against the wall, legs spread. Then I tapped the bed in front of my pussy. Set that pretty little ass right here April.

She looked so sexy staring at me as she turned and wiggled her ass across the bed and rested it against my crotch. “I had the leash and pulled her back against me. Then I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her breasts with my left hand and her belly with my right.

That’s it, lean back and relax my pet. Her back nestled against my breasts and I had to stretch my chin to rest it on her shoulder. I continued to caress her. “Your nipples are so big and hard. She moaned as I teased them gently. My right hand caressed just below her belly button, and she pushed her abdomen out. I drug my fingertips in little circles across her tummy and she gasped.

“Where do you want me to touch you April?” I whispered.

“Finger fuck me please Maria!” She almost growled

“Spoken like a nasty little slut,” I said as I slid my middle finger down her slit and curved it inside her.

She pushed her shoulders back against me and arched her back, pushing herself against my probing fingers.

“Do you like this April?”

“Yes!” She yelled excitedly.

“Too bad you stole my boyfriend, when I was lying awake at night, thinking about this every night…”

“Oh please, let me be your little bitch, Maria.” She begged.

“Does Seth touch you like this?”

“Oh God no! Ah!” She gasped as her hips rolled.

Spread you little slut legs for the camera April, and I’ll let you watch it later.

She spread herself wider and I thrust in deeper. “Oh!” she squeaked.

My pussy gushed and she wiggled herself against me. She was so soft and smelled like sex. I breathed in my scent off from her cheeks and neck.

“Do you think you made the right choice April?”

“Please, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything for you. Maria.”

I thrust two fingers in and out and rubbed her clit with my thumb.

“Oh, you are gonna do whatever I want and if you do good, I’m gonna lick your pussy the right way so you’ll always know what you’re missing.”

She was humping my fingers wildly, already coming at my fingertips.

“Oh God Maria I’m coming. Oh My God! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Her hips rocked so sexily, and her ass rubbed my clit as she came long and hard, bouncing against my clit. As her orgasm began to pass, her silky-smooth ass rubbed me to the edge of my second climax.

“Don’t you fucking stop you little slut. That slutty little ass is so soft, you’re gonna make me huh! Come.”

I couldn’t believe what she did to me. I was losing control for the second time. That little sweet ass rolled magically against me. I rubber my fingers against her clit as fast as I could.

“Come with me you cunt licking little bitch!”

“Oh God fuck me, Maria!”

I could barely speak, as the orgasm overtook me. “Better than Seth’s cock?”

Our pussies sloshed as we fucked like animals.

“So, much, fuck! Better!” She grunted. “Com,ming!”

We both collapsed and lay there recovering. Then I pushed her to the side and laid her on her back. I rolled on top and kissed her, tasting my own cum.

That’s how it began. I kept her as my pet until I dropped out. We keep in touch once a year to let her know what she missed. But that’s another story.

After rubbing myself off replaying memories of April. I dared to dream it could happen with Sam. Her breathing and heartbeat meant I had gotten to her; I was sure of it. At work I continued taunting her with suggestive looks and comments while I planned my next step. The party on Saturday at her house would be the perfect place.

I showed up a bit late in a short sleeve navy blouse, grey skirt and heels. The outfit was chosen with Sam in mind, to look pretty, professional and lady like. Edmond did a double take when he saw me. I greeted Mama who was seated next to Edmond, Sam and a couple friends. After a hug and kiss I handed a paper bag from the pharmacy to Sam.

“Here is the itch medicine I told you about Dr. Kaplan-Donovan.” She took it, trying to look normal, but gave me a furious glance.

“Thank you, Maria.” she said and slipped away up the stairs.

I followed her to her bedroom, and she sat the bag on the dresser. When she turned, I stood in the doorway and smiled. “Aren’t you going to have a look?

She giggled when she saw a bottle and dropper of Velvet Rose personal lubricant and a squeeze bottle of Aloe Cadabra Lilac scented lubricant. “I guess I had that coming. Can we call a truce now please?”

“Be sure to apply them vigorously inside and out. You may need to rub them in for several minutes. I would be happy to apply it for you if you NEED it.” I said ignoring her comment.

She put them in the dresser drawer and slid by me to get through the door. “I’d better see to our guests.”

Apparently, that was the turning point, but I didn’t know it until Edmond’s birthday party.

It was a surprise party and Edmonds son Steven was staging everyone at the community swimming pool. He would bring them over just before seven. Mama and Edmond’s mom, Linda, were keeping him occupied at Linda’s house down the block. In the meantime Sam and I prepped the food in the basement kitchen. (Another perk of the biggest fucking house is second kitchen.)

I wore a royal blue, tight fitting halter dress with an exposed midriff. I also had a black handbag with a long opposite shoulder strap that hung on my right hip with a surprise or two inside, just in case. My hair was done up right and I felt good!

I had been dosing Sam with suggestive comments all day and don’t even recall the one I made at that moment, but the look on Sam’s face got my attention. I asked how many itch treatments she had that day and she replied, “two,” without thinking.

I immediately walked toward her with a wicked smile.

She back peddled “I’m kidding, I haven’t used any of it.”

“You are such a bad liar.” I said with a glowing smile. “You need it don’t you Sammie? You need me to fuck the shit out of you. Oh my God, I was right.”

She shook her head, but her face was flushed, and she was breathing so deeply.

“Your head says no but your bimbo slut body says you want me to take you right now till you scream like a slut.” My hands moved to her breasts and gripped them. “I love your tits, Sammie.”

She giggled awkwardly.

“Ticklish, bimbo boobs?”

“No, I’m laughing at how pathetic you are.” She said pushing my hands away.

I stepped in and pressed her against the counter looking in her eyes.

“Sammie, you’re trembling and panting like a dog in heat. And those sexy green eyes aren’t even blinking. I can’t imagine how wet you pussy is right now and you’ve already come twice for me today.”

She shook her head, legs tremble uncontrollably.

“No, so if I were to reach up under your skirt and touch your slutty panties, they won’t be wet?” I asked. She starred at me eyes terrified. “Should we try it, Sammie? If you’re not wet, I’ll admit I was wrong, and if you are, I’ll take those panties and give you what you need right here before the guests arrive.”

She starred speechless, losing her grip. “You’re sick Maria, really sick.”

“And you’re trembling like a junkie needing a fix. I can give you that fix, just show me how wet you are for me Sammie and tell me what you need. You can barely catch your breath already. What do you need Dr?”

Her lips trembled, her eyes closed and then she broke. “I need you to fuck me, huh, huh.” She let out two little puffs of air. When she said it, I felt both terrified, and excited beyond words. Then she continued. “My pussy is so wet, please.”

Now it was me shaking and stunned. I quickly collected myself and put my hand on her knee and slowly pushed her skirt up. “Thank you for finally being honest Samantha. I am going to give you what you need Honey. Open your eyes and look at me.” I said so softly.

Her blue/green eyes wanted me, and I could barely contain my excitement

“I love how this skirt highlights your figure, but it is too tight. And that blouse just makes me want you. You’re gonna make me suffer all night watching you in it.”

I leaned down, pushed the skirt as high as it could go, and she moaned as my fingers traced their way up my inner thigh. When I touched her through the panties she puffed and whimpered. Her legs spread as far as the skirt would allow.

“Samantha Honey, you are soaked through. Tell me the truth, did you really already come twice today?”

I pressed my finger and her wet panties between her labia and began to rub.

Her voice was weak and weepy. “Yes, oh huh!”

“Where did you do it Samantha.” I asked seductively.

“In my dressing closet this morning! Oh yes.” Her lips trembled and hips rocked.

“And where else, Samantha?”

“In the restroom at work. Oh, that feels so g, good.” She squeaked.

“I know when. I saw you looking at me and, oh my God, you’ve really got it bad, don’t you?”

“Yeeesssss, Oh Maria, aaaahhhhh.” She whined.

I slowed down sensing she might come.

“How many times have you come thinking about me?”

“I don’t know, please…”

“More than five?” She nodded. “More than ten?” She nodded. And so, it went until thirty-five. I was speechless!

I increased my finger force and rubbed her toward a climax again.

“It’s only been four weeks,” I marveled. And how many times did you fuck Edmond thinking about me Samantha?”

“Twice. Please make me come Maria.”

“Did he make you come?”

“No, please, I need it!”

“I’m so happy you came to your senses. You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen and it’s time you get the attention you deserve. As much as making you come in your panties excites me, I think I would rather have them off. What do you think Dr.? Is the treatment best applied directly?”

“Yes! Please!” She barked dangerously loud.

“Shhhhh, we don’t want company yet Honey.” I whispered and dropped to my knees.

I had to force my hands up inside her tight skirt. Then I pulled down a black lace semi-thong, held them up and smiled.

“I would like to see your ass in these some time.” I said before giving them a sniff. Then I put them in my purse. “Thank you honey, now let’s see.”

I pushed the skirt up with both hands as far as it could go. Then tried to work my face up between her legs.

“This isn’t gonna work.” I stood up, grabbed her hips and spun her to face the counter. “Much as I like the slut skirt, it’s gotta come off.” I couldn’t believe she was letting me, knowing someone could come down by mistake. I unzipped it and let it drop.

“Fuck your ass is so fucking hot.” I said excitedly as I gripped her buns and squeezed. “I just gotta bite it.” I groaned as I knelt and nibbled her buns. I felt like I could come just looking at her naked ass.

Then I slipped my hand between her legs and insert the side of my hand between her pussy lips, like a hotdog in a bun. As I rubbed, my thumb slid between those glorious ass cheeks.

“Oh, I need this,” she moaned. I couldn’t believe this was happening and I don’t think she could either.

“I know Sam, me too, me too. Your pussy lips are so big and soft. They must be extra sensitive. I’m gonna give them so much care and attention.”

“Hoah!” was all that came out as I rub her soaking wet cunt.

“I smell lilac.” I said slowly sliding a finger inside her.

Next, I pushed her legs apart and her feet caught in the skirt still on her akles. she kicked it off and spread her legs for me. “Thank you, Samantha, isn’t that better?” I asked while sliding two fingers inside her, still kissing her buns. Her ass felt silky soft and warm. She howled like a wolf looking at the ceiling when my fingers sped up. Then, she jerked when my top lip touched her inner thigh just below her ass.

“Bend down a little so I can get in there Honey,” She did as commanded, and I fingered her harder. “What do you need Dr?”

“I need you to fuck me, Maria!” She squealed.

“Told you so. You’re gonna need this a lot.”

“Uh huh!”

“I need a taste of that sweet pussy.”

I pulled out and grabbed her buns, spreading that ass open and licked her pussy as my nose slid between those cheeks.

“Oh yes, oh f, f, fuck.” She groaned at the ceiling.

Her legs shook as my tongue split her open. I made it wiggle and probe until tongue stud stopped me. She lowered her chest to the counter and spread her legs wide, giving me free access.

Her moans became frantic as my tongue wiggled and pushed its way in. I could sense an orgasm was building. “Oh God, I need that tongue.” She whimpered and rocked her ass side to side.

I needed to push her all the way, so I pulled my tongue back, slid my fingers inside her and began nibbling and kissing that ass again.

“Your pussy tastes like heaven Samantha, and I love this bubble butt so much. Is this what you need Sammie?” I whispered between kisses.

“Oh, yes Maria please!”

She was rocking her hips faster and faster, fucking my fingers, building toward a climax. So, I took a finger from my other hand push against her asshole and began to penetrate her.

She pulled away, “Stop that’s disgusting…”

I pulled it back but continued to finger fuck her soaked pussy.

“You don’t even know what you need, Sammie. You can’t have such a world class ass and not enjoy it.” I said softly.

Before she could respond, I slipped my tongue between her cheeks and began to tickle her sphincter. She took a quick gasping breath.

My fingers continued to relentlessly fuck her pussy as my face pushed between those wonderful buns. She moaned as if she were in complete bliss while my tongue gently wiggled against her sensitive sphincter.

I pulled back and taunted her. “Is this what you need Sammie?”

As my tongue made contact again, she moaned, “Oh God yes!”

I smiled with my face buried in her ass. Her skin felt like warm silk as my tongue tickled and pressed in, once again pushing her toward an orgasm. The tongue stud stopped me, so I pulled completely out. “This just isn’t gonna fit.”

Then, I removed the stud, gripped her cheeks, spread them apart and lapped at her bunghole. With one hand holding her ass, the other hand slipped into my purse.

“I know just what you need Sammie,” I said before burying her face in my ass once again.

She moaned heavier and settled her tits onto the counter, surrendering. “I’ve never felt… AH!” she sang.

I pushed a soft rubber skinned butt plug into her hungry pussy. She groaned approvingly as I twisted and pushed it in, while my tongue wiggled into her ass unhindered by the tongue stud.

The dildo got harder to push until it narrowed, and her hot pussy clamped down holding it in. I twisted and wiggled it before pulling it out and plunging it back in.

“Oh my God, Maria!” She groaned. “Oh, please I need it, please make me come, feels so good.”

I stopped to taunt her again, “I was right wasn’t I Sammie?”

“Yes! you were right, please!” I plunged back into both orifices. “Oh, please fuck me, Oh God, I need it!” When she was on the verge of coming yet again, I pulled out. “Please!” She begged.

“You shouldn’t have been so stubborn Sammie, now you have to earn it.” I said with a devious tone.

I slid two fingers into her steaming cunt, and I twisted the dildo into her lubed ass.

“Ow! No don’t…” Suddenly the fat part pushed through, and her asshole cinched onto the dildo while my fingers hammered her pussy. “Oh, fuck Maaarrrriiiiaaa!”

“I know what you need, don’t I Sammie?”

Once again, she amazed me. “Yes, I need it, please make me come!”

She laid her face on the cool marble top giving into a building climax when I stopped her short again.

I said, “Oh shit, look at the time, they’ll be here any minute.” I instructed Steven 6:50 on the button. Then right on que, Ding dong! “Fuck, they’re here.”

I grabbed her skirt, pushed her legs together and pulled her skirt up. We tucked in her blouse, and she zipped the skirt in record time.

She grabbed my shoulders. “Wait, you gotta take that out…”

“Oh no Sammie, that stays in until I get to make you come.” I said sternly. “I told you, you’ve got to earn it.”

“The guests are here and there’s no way that’s happening tonight…” She looked horrified.

“Then it stays in till tomorrow.” I replied.

“That’s not happening, let them in I’ll be up in a minute…”

“Oh no Sammie, it stays in until I take it out. And I take it out when you come like a skanky little slut with a dildo in your ass.”

She starred at me in horror. “This ends now, you are out of your mind!”

“Stop pretending you are the innocent little princess, in your palace. We both know I’m giving you what you need and we’re gonna see it through. Unless you want to explain to dear Edmond and the guests how I have your wet panties in my purse and your slut juice on my fingers. He might not recognize the succulent taste of your sweet cunt, but he will surely recognize the scent.” I smelled my fingers. “Mmmm,” I sighed, before sucking them. “Finger licking good.”

Just then my phone rang, “Hello Steven, yes, Samantha will be right up.”

“They’re here, you’d better let them in, we don’t want to ruin the surprise. But don’t worry Sammie, you’ll get that orgasm you were begging for. I know exactly what you need. Your butt plug stays in, or the panties come out. Now go, your guests are waiting. By the way, get some music on so they don’t hear you buzz this evening.”

She looked confused and pissed but walked awkwardly up the stairs to greet the guests.

After composing myself, I went up behind the bar and greeted the guests. “Welcome everyone the bar is open!”

The first round for of drinks were served and I herded the guests into the dining room. “Everyone, thanks for coming, Dr. Kaplan-Donovan and I appreciate your coming this evening. She’s going to put on some music, and we’ll ask you all to congregate in the dining room so we can surprise Edmond properly.”

Sam had to schmooze with the Chairman of the board of Edmonds company. “Phillip thanks for Coming, Edmond will be so surprised.”

I motioned for her to turn on the music, to save her the embarrassment, but she wouldn’t listen. So, I needed to deliver a message. I hit the remote to turn the vibrator in the butt plug on low.

“Wha!” She barked and jumped. I had to smile as she tried to act normal, with the buzz in her ass. “Sorry, we need some music, so he doesn’t hear us shuffling about.” She said and half waddled toward the speaker.

She turned on some elevator music, loud, bringing a smile to my face. When she looked at me pleading, I mouthed, “you need this.”

I left it on, and she did her best to act normal. When Edmond showed and the surprise was out, I decided to give her a break and shut it off.

I served a second round of drinks, then crept up behind her while she was talking with Edmond and the Chairman. “Shall we bring up the food, Dr. Kaplan-Donovan?”

“Yes, thank you so much for your help tonight, I couldn’t have done it without you.” She was clearly flustered.

I replied. “My pleasure Dr. I’m here for you, whatever you may need.” I turned the vibrator back on.

Walking down the stairs was funny to watch. The shifting but plug seemed to hit the sweet spots. “Please stop this now…”

“Sammie, honey, we both Know that pussy is so wet right now. You know you love that tingle in your tight little asshole and how it vibrates through those big beautifully extra sensitive pussy lips. And I love how turned on you are knowing I am going to fuck you tonight.”

I backed her against the counter yet again. She trembled, “Please I’ll do whatever you want just please, I can’t take anymore…”

I pressed harder against her, “Do you want me to fuck you right here, right now?”

She blurted out, “Yes, please!” Then reason kicked in. “We can’t someone will come down, probably your mom. Please, just take it out.”

“Sammie Honey, we’ve been through this. I know what you need.” I thought for a second, “Did you really mean whatever I want?” My hand slid up her skirt.

“Yes, please…” She whimpered like a quivering child.

“Oh, Sammie Honey you’re trembling. Ok, I better hurry or we’ll have company. “Here’s all you have to do. Once we take the food up and get them going, you’re gonna give me the signal and I’m gonna go to your masturbation closet…”

She nodded eagerly.

“Sshhh, oh Dr. I think the fever spiked. Your whole body is shivering. Take some deep breathes and focus.” She did as instructed. “Good, Sammie. Then you’re going to get Edmond and tell him it’s time for his birthday present…”

“No, please…” She panicked, realizing she let another secret slip that drunken night.

“You’re gonna take him on the bed, while I watch, and you’re gonna swallow like his cum is the nectar of the gods.”

“You’re disgusting, I’m not gonna do that…”

“And if you convince me, you’re a cum hungry little slut that knows how to use that body and that pretty mouth, then, you’ll join me in your masturbation closet and I’m gonna give you what your need…”