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One

It had been very quiet in the shop since I’d taken over the minding of it while the owner, my lover, my life, went out for supplies. With nothing else to occupy it my mind drifted back to our intense fucking of the previous night. The memories; the hand and fingers on and in my cunt, the lips on my nipples, the intense orgasm as I pulled against my restraints, the strap stinging my bum as the blows rained down.

I sat on the stool behind the counter, the sudden flash of pain from my bruised bum making me wince almost out loud. The remembered pain only served to remind me that I was still aroused. I had woken up ready for more sex but my lover had already got out of bed to open the shop, so I’d made coffee and taken it downstairs. We didn’t talk much but there were a few deep looks as the morning’s preparations were made. Then I was left alone to mind the shop while supplies were fetched and my mind wandered back to the previous night’s events. This put me in a strangely detached state of mind, so when a customer entered the shop I was slow to respond and when I did so it was in a dreamy, slow way. He looked at me strangely, obviously noticing my detachment and a half-smile came to his lips.

“I’d like a dozen red roses, please, Miss.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” I spluttered, trying to pull myself together, “we have some lovely roses in today.” I hurried around the counter to the front of the shop not looking at him, trying to get roses from the beautiful display, then the wrapping paper and elastic bands together.

“Take your time, please. You seem a little flustered. Are you ok?”

“Oh, yes. Of course. I…I’m fine. Really. I was thinking of something else when you came in, that’s all.”

“Must have been something…absorbing, I should think. Only one thing could distract me like that. The memory of a night of passion. Is that it?”

I looked up at him. My expression was enough to tell him he was right, I suppose, because he smiled smugly, almost sneeringly. He had quite an attractive face, and he was well dressed, though in yesterday’s clothes it was apparent from the creases in his shirt. But his attitude was bordering on arrogance. To my horror I found his impertinence exciting. I struggled to steady my voice as I asked,

“Is there a message, sir?”

“Yes, just put ‘You were wonderful. Love James’. That’ll do it.”

Feeling more and more uncomfortable because I was so turned on I wrapped the flowers and wrote out the message as quickly and as neatly as I could.

“Here you are, sir,” I said half-hating half-loving the way saying ‘sir’ to this self-satisfied man added to my arousal.

“Send them here, please,” he replied, giving me a piece of paper with a name and address on it. “You know, I’ve always found that the best way to throw off the lingering effects of a good sexual encounter is with more sex.”

I stared at him open-mouthed. He reached across the counter and took my chin in his hand, stroking my face with his thumb.

“I could soothe that troubled body for you.”

The moment seemed to lengthen. I looked into his eyes; I felt tingling in my cunt, my nipples came alive. Allowing my hormones to make a decision, I walked round to the front of the store, locked the door and turned the sign around from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’. I walked unsteadily to the door behind the counter and went through it casting a look over my shoulder as I went. He read the look correctly and followed me into the small kitchen area behind the shop.

Before I could change my mind I slipped off my panties, dropped them on the floor and stood waiting as he came close. He slowly put his arms round me, his hands running over my body down my thighs and then up again inside my skirt. He squeezed my bum, quite gently. I gasped but was able to suppress a loud wince at the pain. He pushed me against the counter lifting my skirt up and bunching it around my waist as he undid his trousers. His cock was already upright and hard. He felt my cunt and grinned when he realised how wet I was. As he moved closer I spread my legs. He took one of my thighs and raised it, holding me up at the same time, so he could enter me. He took only two thrusts to get fully in, then immediately began pumping away, firmly but not brutally. I hung on, closed my eyes and let it happen. I think I came three times in what seemed like half-an-hour of fucking, but was probably no more than five minutes. When he came, quite explosively, we stood still and silent for half-a-minute or so, then he calmly withdrew, tucked himself back in to his trousers, kissed me lightly on the lips and left. I didn’t move for several minutes. My blood was still racing, my heart still pounding. When I’d come back down to Earth, I used some kitchen roll to clean myself up as best as I could, put my damp panties back on and re-opened the shop. Then I realised he hadn’t paid for the roses!

I’d never done anything like that before. I’m no virgin, but casual sex has never been my thing. And sex Ankara escort with a total stranger! What got into me? “His cock”, a small voice inside my head whispered. I giggled. Then I giggled again. I was still giggling to myself when my darling Kathy, the owner of the shop appeared.

“God, what a pain, that nursery is! They always make everything so difficult! Give me a hand to unload will you darling?” She stopped and looked at me. “Why are you looking like that?” She came closer peering into my eyes. She can always read me easily. “I know that face. That’s your ‘I’ve just been fucked’ face! What’s been going on?”

I couldn’t answer. I just stood there with a silly grin on my face. Kathy walked over to me, lifted my skirt, pushed her hand down my panties and slipped a finger into my cunt. When she pulled it out it had semen on it.

“You little slut! You’ve fucked someone! A man! Who was it?”

“I don’t know. His name might have been James, but I doubt that was his real name,” I said dreamily and haltingly. “He came in and asked for some roses. I had been thinking about us last night. What we did. I got turned on. So much that I lost my grip on reality a little. He…he appeared just at the crucial moment. Any later and I’d have been in control. But I…I was in a sort of dreamland, ready for it and he offered it. I..I..” I petered out.

“Jesus! I was gone less than an hour!” She stood looking at me, not angrily, I thought, but certainly shocked.”You silly cow!” She paced around the shop a little then turned back to me. I was still unable to think clearly. “Right. Go upstairs, run a bath and get in it. I’ll close up early and then I’ll come up. Go on! We’ll discuss what this means later. You realise there will be consequences, don’t you?”

Two

I did what I was told. I always do what I’m told by Kathy. That’s a large part of our relationship. She’s the dominant one. I’m not one of these silly submissives you read about on cheap porn sites. There’s no ‘Yes, Mistress’ or slave collars or anything like that. It’s just that she is a strong personality and falling in with her wishes makes me feel good. It always has done since we met at University. She’s two years older than me. We met at one of her ‘gatherings’ for new female students. Ostensibly it was to settle us into the college in a friendly female environment. Actually it was so she and her cohorts could check out the new talent. I was a virgin at that time. Apart from a few unsatisfying snogging sessions, I was completely untouched. I assumed I was straight, but when Kathy approached, smiling, I felt a strong attraction right away. I didn’t realise it was sexual at first, I just thought she was a wonderful beautiful, confident young woman. That first meeting at their gathering was followed by more. We met in the canteen and around the campus. One evening, she asked if I wanted to join her and her friends in the Student’s Union bar. They were a nice, fun mixed crowd but I only had eyes for Kathy, barely noticing the others. I was thrilled when she asked me out for a drink with her. I was even more thrilled when I discovered it would be just her. Was it a date? I didn’t know but I found myself hoping it was. I dressed as well as I could for the occasion in a short tartan skirt, a simple white shirt with my sexiest bra and pants set underneath them and white heels. Kathy turned up looking gorgeous in a bias-cut off-the-shoulder dress. I gaped at her as she walked like a 1940s vamp or something over to where I was sitting “Hi! You look gorgeous! “

“I…you…erm,” I spluttered stupidly.

“Relax darling. What are you drinking? I’ll get another one.”

We talked about our courses, people we knew, the staff, all the things people talk about when they’re just waiting for something to happen and they both know it will.

“It’s dead here, why don’t we go back to my place and just…chill?” she asked, with sex in her eyes.

“I…I’d like that. Yes.”

We walked to her place hand-in-hand, my heart racing. I knew she was going to seduce me. I wanted it. She helped me off with my coat as we entered her flat, saying, “You’re so petite. I could keep you in my pocket!” I am small, just five-feet tall. Kathy’s almost a foot taller. Normally I’d resent my smallness being referred to, but it felt good coming from Kathy. She took my face in her hands and said “You’re so ridiculously pretty! I can’t wait to..”, she kissed me. I knew instantly that it was right. My first thought was, “Why haven’t we done this before?” I had no idea how to proceed so I let her take the lead. She kissed me hard, her tongue probing in my mouth. I sucked on it, my arms around her neck. After just a few minutes in the clinch I felt her hand on my breast. I made what I hoped were appreciative noises. She squeezed quite hard and my nipple responded. She felt it rise and tweaked it through my clothing. I kissed her back as hard as I could. Next instant she was removing my shirt. I struggled Ankara escort bayan out of it and my bra fell off, my tits wobbling as they fell out. Kathy must have undone the bra as I was pulling off my shirt. Her mouth clamped onto my tit and instantly her hand was up my skirt and between my legs. She rubbed my cunt through my panties for about ten seconds, then she was unzipping my skirt and pulling it off. I kicked off my shoes off as she dragged my knickers down too. So there I was, naked, my chest heaving making my c-cup tits bounce, my legs apart with Kathy’s hand on my cunt, her fingers poised to push inside me. She was still fully dressed, as cool as ever smiling at me as she led me to the settee.

“Lie back, darling, let me give you a good time.”

I did just that and was taken on the most exciting, thrilling, heart-thumping erotic ride. I was transported by Kathy’s skills, culminating in her licking me to a screaming, shuddering climax. And she still hadn’t shed any clothing. She let me recover for a few minutes then led me to the bedroom.

“Get in,” she ordered. I complied. She undressed slowly, showing off her gorgeous body. She’s tall and slender, her breasts are double-d sized but as she’s so tall they’re in proportion with the rest of her. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed to a rectangle above her cunt, which I could see was glistening with her arousal fluids. I noticed that her thighs didn’t quite meet at her crotch. Somehow that turns me on.

She climbed into bed and straddled me, smiling gently down at me. Her hands played over my body, much less intensely than before, but it was still lovely. She worked her way down my quivering body until she reached my cunt which she began to lick again. When I was once again fully aroused, she turned around slowly and lowered herself so her own cunt came down near to my mouth. I licked it once, experimentally, never having tasted a vagina before. It tasted good, so I continued licking, trying to remember how she’d licked me and copying that. From the noises she made I guessed I was doing ok.

We both climaxed together; one of the most beautiful moments of my life. While we were lying in each other’s arms I knew that I had made the right decision (though, to be accurate, Kathy had made the decision I had just followed her lead. Still it was the best thing I ever did); I was in exactly the right place with the right person. I knew now that I was a lesbian.

We didn’t get out of that bed for forty-eight hours, apart from performing the obvious necessities. We talked, kissed, fondled, hugged, snuggled and fucked the time away. Near the end of the second day I couldn’t help myself and I said, “I love you, Kathy”.

I tensed waiting for her reaction.” It was far too soon to say that,” I thought,” She’ll probably throw me out now.”

But she smiled and said, “I love you too, darling. And I’ve never said that to anyone before.” She shifted a little and continued, “The thing is, darling. I’m not really into conventional relationships. I like sex and I like to have lots of different playmates. If you’re going to be my..partner? Can you cope with that?”

“I can cope with anything, if you love me,” I gushed immediately feeling foolish for saying it.

“Hmm, well, we’ll see. You are gorgeous, and I do love you. But I’m a difficult woman to love.”

Our relationship progressed. I didn’t find her difficult to love at all. We saw a lot of each other, but Kathy saw other girls too and encouraged me to do the same. I dated and slept with a few other girls, though the better-looking girls weren’t interested in me. I wasn’t surprised, I’ve never considered myself beautiful. I found it hard to believe that someone as beautiful as Kathy could be interested in me, and yet she obviously was. I wasn’t jealous of her little adventures, I knew she loved me and I soon developed a fairly free attitude to sex myself. I could sleep with other girls without it lessening my love or attraction for her. They were just diversions, ‘peccadilloes’ is a good word.

Then came the daunting prospect of telling my parents about my sexuality. Kathy offered to come home with me, but I declined thinking that it was something I had to do on my own. I’d introduce her to them later.

It could have gone worse. My mother cried, then eventually decided it was a ‘phase I was going through’ and that I’d ‘get over it’! But at least she didn’t disown me. My father was very quiet, but after a few hours hugged me and said ‘I just want you to be happy’.

“I am happy, now, dad,” I said.

Three

It was some time, a few months, before I introduced them to Kathy. Mum was certainly stand-offish at first, but I could see Dad was instantly besotted with her. “I’d always wanted another daughter,” he confided, “Kathy’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

“I was hoping for grandchildren, darling,” mum wailed when I found her in tears in her bedroom.”We’ll have children, mum. We plan to later on. Escort Ankara Not yet awhile.”

“But how…? Oh! I don’t know, I don’t understand these things. She does seem a nice polite girl. You’re obviously happy. I suppose I have to accept it.”

“You do,” I said embracing her. “I love you, mum.”

Kathy was extremely good for me; she expanded my social, cultural and sexual horizons enormously. I remember once when she lay me naked on the bed with my legs up high and back held by my hands under my thighs, still with heels on. I felt vulnerable, on display, as she knelt on the bed, her eyes roving over my thighs, bum and vulva. But that feeling of vulnerability was what made me so excited. I could almost feel her eyes on my cunt.

“God, you are so sexy! Even your cunt is pretty! I could eat you! In fact…, don’t move! ” She bent her head down to my cunt and began slowly licking it. I thought I’d explode. The next time I felt so good was when she tied me up for the first time to give me a spanking as punishment for some spurious slight which I don’t remember now, but it doesn’t matter. I knew all along that she was just making up something in order to dominate me.

Kathy helped me develop my sexuality. When she realised I wasn’t ‘fulfilling my sexual potential’ as she put it, she took me in hand and we did double dating; we had threesomes, foursomes, swaps and many other sexual delights.

But I mustn’t give the impression that our relationship is just about sex. She helped me to develop as a person in many ways. She also expanded my intellectual horizons, taking me to art exhibitions, museums and various gigs and concerts so I was exposed to much more mental stimulation than I was used to. We didn’t always agree on the things we attended, but my mind was certainly expanded.

One day I mentioned that I needed some new clothes.

“Ok, Saturday, we go shopping, yes?”

We had a great time, but I spent far too much. Kathy kept egging me on to buy things I’d never normally even look at. Fashionable, fancy things. The lingerie she picked out for me! You could use the thongs as dental floss!

“Jesus, Kathy, I can’t wear that!”

“Suit yourself, darling, but you’ll look spectacular in it. I’m getting turned on just thinking about it. But it’s your choice. I’d still love you if you wore sacking.”

I must admit though, when I tried it all on at home it made me feel as sexy as hell. It certainly turned Kathy on. She virtually jumped on me.

After we’d fucked madly she sat me at the dressing table and gave me a make-up makeover. It certainly made a difference. I felt more confident. All my life I had been one of those girls whom people’s eyes had passed over. Other girls, like Kathy, were stopping places for other’s eyes. Now suddenly thanks to Kathy I was a stopping place. I no longer had trouble finding dates with the hottest girls. I also had to put up with more attention from men, which was flattering but also annoying, after all I was a confirmed lesbian.

Four

I recalled all this as I climbed the stairs that led to the flat over the flower shop my used cunt tingling with every step.

Kathy had bought the business with a little inheritance just after she graduated.

“Aren’t you going to use your degree? ” I asked when she told me.

“Oh, yes. I’ll use it later. Just now I want to have a quiet life. With you.”

I ran a bath, as instructed and lay down in the hot water, doing my best to wash the come out of my vagina. Kathy had been right, I was stupid to fuck the guy. But it had been a huge thrill! Twenty minutes later I heard Kathy’s footsteps on the stairs. She stood in the bathroom doorway with her arms folded looking at me sternly.

“I’m sorry, Kathy,” I said, “I don’t kn…”

“Don’t say you don’t know what came over you, for Christ’s sake! It was lust that came over you!”

That was true, but it was Kathy who’d inspired the lust. The random guy just happened along at a lucky time for him.

Kathy moved to the side of the bath, looking down at me. She didn’t seem angry, but she was still a little stern. After a while she took my face in her hands and kissed me gently. Then her hand went down to my breast.

“So, my lovely little slut, what are we going to do about this? We can’t leave it without some response, now can we?”

“No, Kathy.”

“No, Kathy,” she mimicked, “What do you suggest?”

“I expect I’ll have to be punished, Kathy,” I said, my voice breaking as I began to get aroused again.

“Well. I’m glad you understand that. Get yourself dried, then go and get into bed. I have things to prepare.”

I stood up, stepped out of the bath and towelled myself off slowly, wondering what ‘things to prepare’ might mean. Usually she just pushed me onto the bed tied my arms and legs and spanked me. The ropes were already fastened to the bed so there weren’t usually any things to get ready. I walked slowly into the bedroom and climbed into the bed, my heart beating rapidly. I sensed something new was going to happen.

Five

I had been punished the first time when we’d been together for about three months. Three glorious, sex-filled, happy months. Then I’d slept with another girl and had not told Kathy about it until a few days later.

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