Bob & Claire’s Sub

When Ruth became Bob and Claire’s submissive — Part 1

Ruth — “Jim has received so many nice comments about my bit in his life and I have been asked to add the part when I decided to take the leap of faith, and became Bob and Claire’s submissive. I am really enjoying writing this and Jim is helping me describe actual feelings and sensations on paper, so forgive me if I write more parts than I expected to.”

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Before I left that Sunday, Aunt Claire whispered in my ear to call her sometime on Tuesday.

Well, all that night and the next day, she had me thinking and day dreaming about her, and worryingly all through lessons. I couldn’t help it. I wondered, but already guessed what she wanted to talk to me about, but I had to call her.

Tuesday, Jim was coming around to take me to the cinema that afternoon after classes so during the lunch break, I had time to call her. There were a few communal phones outside, and luckily, I found one not being used.

Quickly answering, Aunt Claire was immediately apologetic. She wanted to make sure that I was ok and not upset, hoping that I understood how much she valued our friendship. She went on to quietly say that I had turned her on that afternoon so she wasn’t thinking straight. She had feelings for me and she had to see me again.

I was delighted and somewhat overjoyed that she was so candid about her feelings for me. I too had feelings for her, and I caught myself smiling in the reflection of the glass of the cubicle as she spoke. When she said that she wanted to see me again, she mentioned that Bob was away for a few days doing something with the ships in Hamburg. He wasn’t going to be back till Sunday, so it would just be me and her. She asked if I could come around to her house on Saturday.

I have to confess, hearing that Bob was away, gave me so many wild thoughts. I really wanted to see Aunt Claire again. Not only because of our friendship, but also what happened last Sunday. I was smitten by her, possibly even a girl crush, and I wanted to sit down and talk properly with her, to clear the air about the incident that might have happened, and, well, I really wanted to be with her again. Before hanging up, I said that I would definitely visit, Saturday afternoon if that was ok with her. Funnily, she said that was perfect, but could I call again on Friday just to make sure. I agreed.

* * * * *

After the cinema date, Jim and I ended up at his place and we had sex. After he fucked me silly and made sure that I had multiple orgasms, we cuddled each other and got chatting about going on holiday somewhere. We talked about going somewhere hot and fun, perhaps Greece or Ibiza, and then Jim asked what if we went with our friends as well. I looked at him but my thoughts went straight to my previous and hilarious antics with my girl-friends, and then, for some reason, Aunt Claire’s naked body flashed into my mind.

Staring at him as he excitedly listed all the different bars and beaches he had heard about, I didn’t think Jim and I were that deep into our relationship that I should tell him every detail of my other sexual adventures just yet. Those experimenting exploits with my friends and especially what had just happened a couple of days ago with my Aunt. I didn’t think it was right doing it now. Well, not yet anyway, particularly because I thought that some of my other adventures might have sounded a bit weird to him.

The fact was, I was really enjoying being with Jim and was feeling like I didn’t want to keep any secrets from him, but it just didn’t seem the right time to tell him. He was just the sort of young man that my mum had warned me about, so obviously, I was falling for him.

* * * * *

Wednesday and Thursday were just normal days, classes, study periods and of course, meeting in the pub with our friends in the evenings. On Friday however, when I called Aunt Claire at lunch time, she sounded a little bit needy and practically begged me to visit her earlier than we had agreed.

The tone of her voice had me concerned, so I asked if she was alright. She quickly said something that put my mind at rest and she reassured me that it wasn’t anything dramatic, but she would like to talk to me about it face to face.

As I listened, I wondered what it could be, but she quickly changed the subject and put on her Mistress sounding sexy voice. That made me feel a little weak kneed and my thoughts again went back to last Sunday. At the end of the call, I was feeling a little less concerned and a bit turned on.

That evening in the pub, I told Jim my plan to visit my Aunt this weekend. He was marvellous and said of course I should go. He said it was something I had to do, so, his reward at the end of the night was to receive a long, slow blowjob, and let him watch me leisurely swallow all his thick semen.

In fact, that night, I was so turned on, that I would have done anything dirty or depraved for my poor boy, especially anything that got him over excited. I even acted like a dirty slut for him, by begging for his cum and squeezing his penis while looking at him in the eyes, licking up the last blobs of oozing semen.

I know that he loves to watch me do that, especially as I play with myself and orgasm while I show him his cum on my tongue.

* * * * *

Jim left early that night with a massive smile on his face, and I have to add, with wobbly legs. That gave me the rest of the evening to go bed early and to think about what important information Aunt Claire had to tell me, and to have a sexy dream.

I was in bed, radio one playing in the background, I gently touched myself. I was wondering in particular if tomorrow, Aunt Claire would want to play again. I really hoped so. I was thinking about how soft and gentle her skin felt in my hands, her gorgeous heavy breasts and those lovely nipples that turned hard when I kissed them. Then I imagined stroking my fingers between her breasts, down her stomach to her sexy shaved pussy. I caught myself pursing my lips as I dreamt I was kissing her belly button and down to her pussy.

There was definitely something about being up close to another woman’s tummy and hips and then her vagina that I thought quite a turn on. I wanted to rest my face on her thigh and look over and stare at her pussy mound. Seeing where her crease started and goes between her legs, taking in the smell of her perfume and whatever cream or bubble bath she used, mmmmmmmmm.

I slid down and kissed her pussy in my dream. I had intimate knowledge of what she looked like down there, so it was such a vivid and real dream. I imagined kissing down her legs to her ankles. Now I was going somewhere that I didn’t know I wanted to. I looked at her red painted toenails, then kissed each toe, slowly one by one. Oh God, I am not really a foot person, but by now I was rubbing myself quite feverishly, enough to have yet another orgasm.

* * * * *

Saturday finally arrived. I left my room at about 9 o’clock, my thoughts now more concerned about why Aunt Claire wanted to speak to me with such urgency. I dressed in a blouse and jeans, something that was comfortable and loose to sit around in, perfect for my visit today.

I had already asked Beth, one of my friends, to drop me off at Aunt Claire’s house, but it was obvious that she had forgotten. After much banging on her door and shouting for her to get up, the door opened. I was presented with this tall messy and dishevelled looking young woman, dressed in pink t-shirt and knickers, looking tired and sleepy, asking me if I knew what time it was.

I had to smile as she turned, invited me in and fell face first back onto her bed. I didn’t have time for this, so I dragged her half way off the bed by her ankles, picked her up and walked her to her bathroom. She slowed down any movement by me to get her to her bathroom. She played up by becoming limp in my arms but she did walk on her own so it was all an act. In the bathroom, with sleepy looking eyes, she just stood on her own in front of the bath like a zombie, head bowed down.

I turned the shower on, pointing the jet of water at the tiled wall to heat the water, but when I turned around, Beth had her arms raised above her head, her belly button clearly on show, as if telling me to take her t-shirt off because she didn’t have the strength to do it. I was giggling by now and lifted the t-shirt from her tummy, up and over her tiny nubs of breasts, but because she was so tall, I couldn’t get it past her head. The t-shirt was covering her face and I knew she was smiling, probably because I was face to face with her little boobs, and she could feel my breath on them. I was practically rubbing my face on her chest trying to get this shirt off her head. So after a few seconds she bent her body forward to allow me to slide her shirt off her head and arms.

Topless, she stood up, her eyes still closed, cupping her non-breasts in her hands to try to cover them and waited, pushing her hips forward. I looked down at her pink panties and pointing at them, said.

“Oh no. That bit is all you. Now get in there because we have to leave in ten minutes.”

She smiled and drunkenly opened one eye as I walked past her. I quickly glanced back at her as she slid her knickers over her cute little bum and long legs, letting them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them after which she sat on the toilet. I pulled the door closed, I didn’t need to see that either.

I tidied and straighten her bed before sitting on it, then as I waited, I looked around her bedroom. I picked up a magazine, all the time listening out for what she was doing. The loo flushed and Beth stepped into the bathtub. The noise of the plastic curtain was next thing and then I heard splashing and washing and humming.

Sitting there looking at pictures of celebrity fashion, I wasn’t that annoyed really, because, to be honest, I was half an hour early. I just wanted to get to Aunt Claire’s to find out the news. I sat glancing at the bathroom door waiting for Beth to finish.

After about ten minutes, I heard the shower stop and Beth step out of the bath. Almost immediately, she opened the door wearing a large towel around her chest, using a smaller towel to wipe her arms and shoulders. Her hair was dry thank God, as she hadn’t washed it. Instead it was bunched up in a pony tail, giving her that vulnerable sexy girl appearance. I looked at Beth, unknowingly tilting my head as I did.

She smiled at me again, throwing the small towel at my head as she walked over to a set of drawers. Bending down to pull a draw out, the towel covering her body dropped to the floor, flashing that cute naked bum at me once more as she routed around for a fresh pair of panties. She put an ordinary tiny white pair on then walked over to the cupboard. She picked out a sweat shirt and jogging bottoms and turned around to get dressed in front of me.

“No bra today?” I asked smiling at her.

Pulling her shirt down, she cupped her hands over her hard nipples showing through the cloth.

“I need a pair like yours to start worrying about that.” She giggled. “Sides, you know shit for brains loves them just the way they are.” She jiggled her mounds in her hands.

She was referring to her boyfriend, who always made a point of telling everyone that Beth’s tits were small, gorgeous and very sensitive to his tongue. I couldn’t help wonder just how sensitive were they compared to mine.

“Hey. You ready?” She said, shaking me out of my day dream.

My last thought as we walked out the door to her car. Was I a lesbian?

* * * * *

Beth stopped the car directly outside Aunt Claire’s house. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then said, “Thanks hun.”

Beth looked at me with wide open eyes. “Hun?”

I went bright red. I was mortified. “Oh, ooops. Sorry.” I giggled. “My shit for brains usually drops me off.” I lied.

“Don’t be sorry………hun.” She said seductively as she touched her cheek. “It was nice.”

I got out of the car quickly, red faced. “Thanks again.” I said before waving as she drove off.

I turned to the house and walked up the garden path. I was just about to press the bell, when the door swung open. I was doubly surprised. Aunt Claire was stood there, her hair wrapped in a white towel, her body in a large pink one, and her face covered in some sort of white face cream.

Standing there frowning, I thought there seemed to be something about today that I was destined to see my friends wrapped in towels. I quickly looked back and up the road to see if Beth’s car had gone, just to check.

“In you come sweetheart.” She said, kissing my cheek, turning and walking quickly into the hallway towards the living room.

I wiped my cheek of cream, closed the door and took my shoes off, then padded into the living room. Aunt Claire was sat on the sofa looking up at me with a smile. She was patting the seat next to her, inviting me to sit.

With squinting eyes, I cautiously wondered what was happening as I sat next to her.

“Bob has been offered redundancy.” She blurted out. Her face was now expressionless, but she seemed relieved having giving me that statement. She continued.

“There is a big shake up with the cross-channel ferries and he was offered redundancy a couple of months ago. Well, Wednesday, he had officially been told that his offer has been accepted.” A big grin filled her face.

“So, we are going to be a leisurely retired couple from now on. I don’t know exactly when, but it’s a real good package, train tickets and everything.”

With raised eyebrows, I shook my head, not knowing what to say. Aunt Claire looked me in the eyes. Now she had given me her news, her face changed to concern.

“Oh sorry sweetheart. Hi.” She smiled as she suddenly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

And there it was. Her soft lips gently touching mine. I closed my eyes lost in the moment and when she sat back I couldn’t help licking my lips. I opened my eyes to see her smiling again.

“There’s me going on with my news. How’s my student niece……..and slave girl?” I felt my face turning red with embarrassment again. Was I back to being her little slave girl?

“Been thinking about me?” She asked.

My eyes betrayed me as she caught me looking at her. My eyes wandered all over her towel covered body, her naked legs and funnily to her red painted toe nails. But then I looked to her messy and comical cream covered face. I made a grimaced look.

I couldn’t help it. It was obvious to her that I was holding back a big laugh. I air circled my finger around my face hoping she got the message. “Yeahssss……..but without the face cream.”

She touched her face, I nodded and we both laughed so loud.

“Oh, what a silly cow. Let me get dressed.” She giggled as she got up holding the towel covering her hair, but as she did, the towel around her body fell to the floor. Now I didn’t know if it was deliberate or not, until she was in no rush to pick it up. Instead she looked me in the eyes as if gauging my reaction. My heart was racing as she just stood there, naked, and from where I was sat, I was face to face with her smooth shaved nether region.

She definitely wasn’t in a rush to cover herself. It was if she wanted me to see her, to drink in the erotic sight of her naked body. Still holding the towel on her head with one hand, she pointed at the towel on the floor with her other hand.

“Would you be a darling…………..” She asked. I rushed to bend down and pick it up. I held it up for her but couldn’t help stare at her soft looking breasts and hard nipples. I looked up into her eyes and she was smiling.

She took the towel to cover and support her breasts as she bent down and kissed me on the lips. My eyes closed again as I felt her soft lips touch mine once more. Oh I loved that quick but tingling feeling when she kissed me. I could feel my heart racing again.

She turned and walked off to the hallway as I opened my eyes to just catch her curvy body and wobbly bum go through the door. I heard her go upstairs, so I sat back on the sofa and got myself comfortable, giggling to myself as I thought about what just happened. I was so happy that Aunt Claire wanted me here and, I thought that she enjoyed my company as much as I did hers.

I looked around the room. There was a half-drunk coffee mug on top of a pile of paperwork on the coffee table, a blanket was thrown into a lump on the floor and the television was on but the sound was off.

I heard quite a bit of walking and clumping around upstairs, so I picked up the coffee cup and went to the hallway.

“DO YOU WANT A COFFEE……..MISTRESS?” I shouted up the stairs, very aware that I thought I ought to continue my role as her slave girl.

Aunt Claire popped her towel-less head over the banisters smiling. “Oh, that would be lovely. Yes please. I will be down in a minute.” She dashed off again.

I walked off to the kitchen smiling at myself. I felt elated that she was happy. Opening the door, I was suddenly presented with what looked like a bomb had gone off. It was a bit of a mess, with a couple of dirty plates and smudge covered drinking glasses next to the sink. There was an empty bottle of bubbly on the kitchen table next to a crumpled crisp packet and a jar of cocktail cherries.

I puffed, then thought, why not tidy up while I wait. So I got to work, but first I filled the kettle, and then ran some hot soapy water in the sink.

It was another twenty minutes before Aunt Claire entered the kitchen. She walked in, arms outstretched as if bathing in the adoration of an appreciative audience.

“Ta daaaaaar.” She shouted.

I was still washing a plate, so with my hands still soaked in bubbles, I looked over my shoulder at her. I looked once, then Oh God, I had to look again. I could feel my eyes widen and the feeling of excitement flow over me.

She was wearing an amazing all white cotton flowing kaftan and with her arms stretched out, it was completely see-through. I swallowed looking only for a second at her hair, which was tied neatly in a bun on top of her head, but that dress. It was so hot, I stood there shocked. She looked so fresh and pretty, her face was smooth and moisturised, and with a bit of rose lippy and mascara, she looked gorgeous.

“You like?” She asked, twirling and showing off her figure.

I nodded, but I couldn’t stop staring.

She sauntered over to me, gently smacked my bum then kissed me on the lips. My hands were still wet and hanging over the sink so I couldn’t do what I wanted, to touch her as her mouth touched mine.

She pulled away. “You shouldn’t have, but thank you.” She whispered.

The kettle clicked and switched off as it just boiled, prompting Aunt Claire to fetch two fresh cups from the cupboard. With her back to me, I couldn’t stop looking at the clear outline of her bum and long legs in that dress. As she made the coffees, I finished washing the plate and dried my hands then walked over to the now tidier kitchen table. She joined me with two cups of steaming hot coffee, and we sat opposite each other.

As we sipped our hot drinks, I kept glancing at her short manicured nails, then straight to cleavage and then her breasts. We looked into each other’s eyes. There was definitely some attraction and connection between us that made us smile at each other as we drank in silence. I spoke first.

“Did……, did you have a bit of a party last night?” I said as I nodded at the empty bottle on the table, then back to her cleavage. “I take it that you are really happy about Bob’s redundancy?”

Aunt Claire giggled. “Yes, and yes. I had a couple of drinks, and still sort of celebrating after Bob called me on Thursday. Yes, I think it is a good thing. We want to go on a nice holiday………..” She looked me in the eyes, enjoying my glances at her breasts but she was searching for something.

“Look. I am sorry about last weekend.” She waited till her words meant something to me. Her hands reached over for mine. “I was a little bit too pushy wasn’t I?” I quickly nodded.

“A little………and, to tell you the truth, I really didn’t know what to do. It just felt awkward.” I replied scrunching my nose. “And the fact that Bob had seen me with my face pushed into your, ……….. your crotch.”

She looked at her coffee mug and continued, her tone changing slightly. “You were just being respectful. You were kissing your Mistresses pussy as a submissive should do. It was what I wanted.” She looked up at me, continuing but now in a more whispered voice.

“I am attracted to you. You know that don’t you. I want you.” She let that sink in. “And I think you want me.” She looked up into my eyes again. My eyes darted all over her face.

I reached out and squeezed her hand, smiling at her, nodding, but I let her do all the talking.

“We have good chemistry and I really, reeaaaalllly want you as my little submissive, my little sex kitten.” She squinted at me, half smiling.

Again, I smiled and nodded eagerly because I loved hearing her say those words. I loved being her sex kitten. Oh yes. Those words were conjuring memories of last Sunday in my mind, and those thoughts were giving me that funny feeling in my stomach. As her submissive, I was offering myself for her pleasure, doing something naughty, perhaps even a little depraved. I looked into her eyes. I couldn’t help it, she was definitely making me feel turned on.

For the next ten minutes, we laughed and joked a bit more, chatting about where they might go on holiday and what they were going to do with all their spare time, but while she was speaking, I was day dreaming about her.

My sexy thoughts changed the way our conversation continued about holiday destinations. Aunt Claire even littered innuendo into our chat which we both thought so funny, until she brought up last Sunday again. My heart was suddenly racing again as I sipped the last dregs of my coffee, listening to her describe how she felt when she first touched and kissed me. I was feeling like the room suddenly got very warm again.

She noticed that something had changed in my face, and reached out for me. I watched her gently stroke along my arm, using only the back of her hand. I was feeling tingles and I was getting very turned on.

“I love touching you. Feeling your soft skin.” She said softly, reaching as far as she could up my arm. My breathing had got a little faster and she could see the effect she was having on me. I wanted to touch her too but it felt awkward sat opposite each other with this damn table in the way.

Breaking the spell, Aunt Claire stood and took our mugs over to the sink. She turned making sure she let me see her naked body under the kaftan and asked if I would stay for lunch. She was making Spaghetti Bolognese, and she had so much more to tell me.

“Of cccourse.” I stuttered. “I can stay all day if you want.”

I was hooked. My mind was focussed on her.

She walked back to me, smiled, then bent down and kissed me full on the lips once more. With eyes closed, I went limp. That kiss lingered on my lips before she then pulled me to my feet. “Does my little sex kitten fancy a G and T?” She asked seductively.

I looked around confused, then at the clock above the door. It was a bit early for alcohol, but hey I didn’t care. I was game, so I dumbly nodded.

“Let’s get comfy then.” She said pulling me to the living room.

I was a little weak kneed as I followed her, feeling happy, relaxed, turned on but most of all very very warm. We walked hand in hand into the living room then she let go of me and walked over to the bar. She handed me the ice bucket as she took two tumblers from the shelf.

“Could you?” She asked.

Nodding, I padded off to the kitchen to fill the bucket with a few ice cubes, returning to see her poised with two bottles in her hands, one gin, the other tonic water.

I put the ice bucket on the bar. “Go sit down.” She ordered.

I sat down on the sofa, staring and smiling at her as she slowly walked over to me, balancing two over filled tumblers. The light through the windows behind her made the white kaftan almost invisible. Oh God I wanted to touch her. I took my drink as she put hers on the coffee table. She walked over to one of the cupboards and retrieved a cloth bag. It looked like it was quite full of something, and I was sure she was going to show me its contents. She returned to join me putting the bag to the side of the sofa, she sat down and lifted her glass. I wondered what was in the bag.

“Cheers.” She said as we chinked our glasses.

I took a big sip and sat back. Whoosh. There was the alcoholic kick. That dry taste hit my throat and I immediately thought that there was a lot more gin than tonic in that drink. She looked at me.

“I am so sorry for last Sunday.” She said again as I took another sip. “But I can tell you that Bob and I were still very turned on all afternoon. We didn’t have sex after you left, buuuuut………..” She wiggled her eyebrows.

I coughed and made a fake look of shock, but couldn’t stop smiling.

“Noooo, it’s true.” She continued looking serious. “I sucked his cock for the rest of the afternoon while we watched TV.” My grin was getting bigger and I was desperate to giggle.

“But, he went to work that night with a massive smile on his face.”

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it as she looked at me quizzically. I stopped enough to say. “I did exactly the same for Jim when I told him I was visiting you this weekend.” I confessed. “He too went home with a big grin.”

We both laughed our heads off, then shouted at the same time. “MEN.”

We drank, we laughed and it was a such a great morning, but her body in that dress was still on my mind. We had finished over half a bottle of gin, so I had to excuse myself to go to the loo. As I walked off, Aunt Claire shouted. “And get out of those jeans. In fact ……. Hang on. I will be back in a minute.”

I smiled at her as she got up and ran past me to the hallway. I followed her, watching her bum as she went upstairs. I turned and went into the downstairs toilet.

I removed my jeans in the hallway before using the loo. After I finished peeing, I used the flannel that was there. I knew it was there for only one reason, so once finished, I opened the door, and there was Aunt Claire stood waiting with the kaftan I wore last weekend draped over her arm. “Look what I got,” she said, “It’s all washed and fresh. Now you can get comfy.”

Excellent I thought, and as I was about to reach for it, she pointed at the wooden bench where my jeans were placed and said. “Put everything on there,” then she walked off to the living room, taking the dress with her.

I looked at her walk off feeling a little confused. Still, with the alcohol lowering my inhibitions, I did as she said and stripped off down to my black bra and black knickers. I turned and caught my reflection in the mirror. I stood there, in my underwear, looking at myself. I day dreamed of her kissing my naked shoulders, her lips on my neck. I swallowed, snapping myself out of the dream then walked into the living room.

Aunt Claire was stood by the sofa taking another sip of gin, frowning, pointing at my bra and panties. “Hey hey hey. Sex slaves don’t get to wear any clothes. Have you gone all shy on me?”

As I walked up to her, I swallowed again, and looked down. I reached behind me and undid my bra, feeling the cool air and the sudden weight of my breasts. I sucked in my stomach as I looked around for somewhere to put it.

“Give it to me.” She said holding her hand out.

I handed my bra to her then with a little more courage, I pushed my panties down my legs, picking them up and giving them to her outstretched hand. Aunt Claire watched each awkward movement I made, but then stared at my panties in her hand.

I stood there naked, my hands held in front of me. I felt a draft was coming from somewhere and I was feeling vulnerable, nervous but excited as I waited for her to give me the kaftan.

Aunt Claire took my panties but noticed something. I was mortified when she opened them, showing me the crotch and a small wet patch.

“Is that because of me?” Her question was so embarrassing that I wanted the ground to swallow me up. She knew exactly what she was doing and asked again in a soft voice. “Did this happen because you were thinking about me?” she asked with smiling eyes. “Did my little submissive get turned on seeing me?”

Looking up and into her eyes, I wanted to tell her, so I nodded. “Yes Mistress.” I answered truthfully.

She threw my bra and my panties on to a chair and stood looking down at me with an air of superiority. It is hard to describe my actual feelings at that time because I was enjoying the obvious power transfer between us. She had me naked while she was dressed, and I was stood before her, a submissive waiting for her to command me. Something in me wanted to do anything she said, and I really wanted her to be in control.

I looked up and into her eyes for any sign of what she had planned for me. There it was again, that need to be told what to do, and seeing her face, she knew it.

She reached out and held my chin in her fingers, then with the back of her hand, she started stroking down my neck to my cleavage. Her feather touch gave me goose bumps all over my body, building my excitement, and oh wow, my heart was beating wildly.

She then gently kissed me, pecking my lips and face. I just stood there, my arms hung limply by my sides, eyes closed, allowing myself to float away with her soft touching and light kisses. She circled the shape of my breasts, then using her forefingers and thumbs, she gently squeezed one of my nipples, but just as quick, she then stroked down my stomach.

Everything felt so amazing and relaxing until I couldn’t help giggle and squirm as she touched a ticklish spot. After a brief fit of giggling between us, she resumed with her hands finally stroking the sides of my hips and it was there that she stopped.

I kept my eyes closed as I heard her take her dress off. Then I felt her naked body press against me. Mmmmmm. Her sweet perfume and then her hot breath filled my nose as she kissed me full on the lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues slowly searched and touched. We both swallowed, kissed and licked each other’s mouths. We were both enjoying every touch and taste.

Her arms circled me and held me tight to her body, her breasts pressed against mine, her cold warm skin rubbing against me. Hearing her rapid breathing and hot breath revealed how much she was turned on and enjoying our closeness.

Our kissing was getting quite frenzied now. Her hands stroked and lifted my bum, pulling my cheeks apart so much that I could feel the air cooling my little hole. In reply to her touches, I started to stroke down her back and to her waist. I too found a ticklish spot but I didn’t stop while she squirmed, as I too then grabbed and squeezed her bum.

My vagina was wet and I was feeling that familiar tingling so I had to move my hips in a searching fucking motion. Her bum was so lovely and soft, my hands were full, but I wanted to feel if she was as wet as I was. I stroked round her hip and with a flat hand, I cupped her pussy, feeling her heat and wetness on my fingers.

We stopped kissing and I opened my eyes to look into hers. She was looking at my face all the time as I slowly pushed my middle finger between her wet labia, pressing and lifting it as I inserted it into her hot soaking and sloppy feeling vagina. She leaned her body away from me, and pushed her hips up just enough to let me get my finger as deep as I could inside her. I licked my lips in a hungry desperate need, as I wiggled my finger inside her, feeling the crinkly folds of skin in her body.

I looked at her expressions as she gasped and gently bucked her hips on my hand and on my finger. I felt her squeeze it once, then twice with her muscles before she grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away. She lifted it and held it between us and we both looked at my fingers, wet with the thick juice of her pussy.

She looked at me in the eyes and raised her eyebrows. “Taste me.” She ordered as she put the tip of my fingers to my lips. “Taste me. Taste my pussy.”

Hearing those words made me feel like a slut. The look on her face was one of desire and filthy lust. She wanted me to taste her vagina, and I had to do it as she watched. She sounded so domineering so I opened my lips just enough for my middle and forefinger to slowly slide into my mouth, and halfway in, I sucked on them. I was losing all sense of right and wrong as I was thinking that this was a woman’s vagina juice on my fingers. I sucked loudly to make the point that I was enjoying her scent and taste, then I swallowed. I was trying to remember the taste I was experiencing. I was hungry for her, but her pussy tasted different from others I had sucked, hers was almost like how a pear tastes when you bite into it.

Her breathing was becoming loud and fast, she was so turned on watching me. That drove me on, I wanted to put on a real good show for her, so like a slut licking cum from Jim’s cock, I seductively sucked my fingers and swallowed her juice, while my other hand gently stroked her goose bumpy body.

In reply, she bent down slightly to kiss my nipple, but then I felt her hand stroke round my hip, then down between my legs. I pushed my knees out a little as I felt her fingers circle my clit but without touching it. Oh God, she was driving me mad with desire. She sucked on my nipple, then with her long fingers, she parted my labia, and I felt the gentle touch of a finger lay along my clit and just touch my vagina. I couldn’t help but buck my hips to try to get her to touch me harder, I wanted her fingers in me, but nooooooo, she backed away. Damn it.

“Uh Uh Uh. Don’t move.” She said looking up at me.

I stopped sucking my now clean fingers, as I was sure all of her scent and essence was now almost certainly in my stomach. My other hand now rested on her shoulder, stroking her neck and touching her hair.

Her mouth resumed sucking and pulling on my nipple, her fingers meanwhile, resumed their torture on my vulva, parting my labia once more, laying her finger along my clit and vagina. I felt her finger gently touch around my now opening vagina, her searching having me on the edge of complete sexual abandonment and lust. I wanted her to penetrate me, I was aching for it. I was even shaking because she had me in such a state. I was hungry for sex as I moved my hips ever so slightly so that she could push her finger inside me.

She didn’t. Instead, she gave my pussy a little finger wiggle, rubbing over my clit and labia. Oh yessss, keep doing that I thought. She stopped, then did it again. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She was teasing me, slowly building my need to cum. She was torturing me. I was loudly gasping with each pleading breath and I was almost to the point of begging her to finger fuck me I was getting that desperate.

She stopped sucking my right nipple, and moved to the other one. Oh, she was good. She had me practically begging for harder finger touching and I wanted to do exactly whatever she wanted to get her to do it. I was getting so worked up that an orgasm was quickly building inside me, but this was different. I knew that it was going to be a tortured climax, and I love to cum so big when I do this at home.

I noticed I was swallowing more often, my breathing was fast and loud, my body was shaking and moving to try to get more contact, and then, her fingers spread my labia just a bit more and I felt her finger press onto my open vagina.

She inserted a finger inside me.

“Ooooooohhhhh.” A tortured sound escaped my lips.

With my breast in her mouth, I saw the smile on her face as she finger-fucked me, but Oh God, she was doing it so agonisingly slow. Her finger easily slid in and out because I was so wet. I could feel it slide in me, stop, then slide out, and I wanted to squeeze and trap her finger when I thought I could feel it as deep as she could get. I had to buck my hips, I was so close to cumming.

“Ohhhhhh yessssssss. Please don’t stop. Please. Yes. Oh yessssssss.” I was slurring my words as my mind clouded with just one aim.

My eyes were glazing over. I felt her finger wiggle inside me, her palm rubbing my clit. It was dirty, depraved and it felt so good. I was a dirty slut, getting fingered and fucked by another woman, but I wanted that finger to be bigger, I wanted it deeper, I wanted to cum for her, cum for my Mistress.

My hips were making small jerks as my knees rapidly bent then straightened. Her fingers continued to jiggle and fuck my pussy, but then she pulled my hand and placed it on her hanging breast.

I immediately slid my hand round to feel the weight and softness of it. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good as I squeezed it. It was so heavy and full but it was feeling that naked softness in my hand that made my mind start to tumble towards an orgasm.

“Yessssssss. Pleeeeeease don’t ……….stopppp.” I heard myself shouting again, as my head fell back. My orgasm was so close. I was nearly there. Nearly about to explode. It was building…….so clossssssse. Yesss, yessssssss.

She suddenly removed her fingers. She stopped sucking my breast. Noooooo. She stood back and just watched me. Noooooo, don’t stop. I wanted to explode. My mind was focussed on pure lust and sex. What was she doing. I wanted to cum. Damn Damn Damn.

“Nooooooooooo, please, please…….dont……..” I cried.

My hips were jerking for her fingers to keep touching me. I let go of her breast and reached down to touch myself. I had to finish what she had started. I had to frig my pussy, but she grabbed my hand.

“Pleeeeeeease…..Oh fuck.” I was begging. “Pleeease let me finish.”

Nothing in the world mattered. I was thinking of ways to get myself over the edge. Images flashed in my mind. My fingers rubbing my clit. I was on the floor three fingers inside me. I was fucking Jim, his hips hammering his thick cock into me. I wanted to cum. Oh please, fuck I wanted to cum. Please.

Aunt Claire just stood there, watching me shake, beg, swear and plead to let me cum, her hands holding my wrists, stopping me from touching myself.

She held my wrists up and looked me in the eyes. I felt a little scared. “You want to cum?” What a stupid question I thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Damn it. She was a bitch. How could she do this to me.

She started walking backwards towards the sofa, pulling me as she went. I followed her, reluctantly, my legs feeling wobbly, my body making the occasional involuntary jerk as I walked because my pussy was feeling so wet and sensitive. She stopped when the back of her legs pressed against the sofa seat.

“Before I let you cum……….” She continued in a quiet controlling voice, looking directly into my fluttering eyes. “I want something from you.”

I was still close to an orgasm, still sensitive but I listened intently to what she was saying, my breathing was loud and juddering. I wondered what she wanted. Hurry I want to cum. Please, I thought, tell me, tell me what you want me to do.

“Sunday.” She started. “I said I wanted you as my sex slave.” She lifted my chin. “Today I want you to tell me YOU want to be mine. YOU have to tell me YOU WANT to be my sex slave.”

I swallowed nervously, but my mind was still clouded with my need to cum.

“Go on. Tell me you want to submit to me. You do want to be mine don’t you?.” She asked, searching my eyes for compliance.

I nodded all too eagerly. Of course I would agree. I would do anything for her. “Yes.” I almost shouted.

“YES MISTRESS.” She scolded me.