Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 05:00:52 EDT
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Into the Maelstrom (Revised)
Into the Maelstrom (F+/F, Reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction (honest!). It is intended
for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go away. It is not intended for
sale, but if you'd like to pass it around, feel free. Just keep the header
as is and all will be well. Enjoy!
Part I
Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Brandon,
the senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday
morning. He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she
worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary, Brandon, Fields,
and O'Connor. In his late seventies, he now spent most of his time
wandering aimlessly around the various offices, and talking of old times at
every opportunity. He had been quite good in a courtroom in his day, but
his courtroom days were long past. At the moment he was parked in the
chair located in front of Carolyn's desk, a very bad sign indeed, because
that meant her morning was just about shot.
It was obvious that the old man had taken a liking towards her and
was always looking for an excuse to be around her. Not that he tried to
get "fresh" or anything, she had problems enough with the younger partners
and associates about things like that. No, Carolyn was sure that
Mr. Brandon was far too much a gentleman of the old school to try anything
like that, or even think of it for that matter. He just liked to talk to
her for extended periods of time and that always played havoc with her
well-planned work schedule.
She liked the old gentleman and wouldn't think of hurting his
feelings by asking him to leave, even if he wasn't the senior partner. So,
as Mr. Brandon droned on, Carolyn put an attentive look on her face and
tried to sneak in as much work as possible. She thought about her main
concern for the day, getting ready for a major client conference this
Saturday (it figures). Then there was her upcoming evening with Tiffany.
She couldn't decide which was going to be worse: being at work on yet
another weekend or going to a party with Tiffany.
Carolyn Lord first met the 18-year old Tiffany Goodbody when she
appeared as if by magic in front of her desk six weeks ago. Tiffany was
part of a freshman job orientation program the firm had arranged with a
local college, and Carolyn to her horror had been designated as her
sponsor. Her schedule was busy enough without having to baby-sit someone.
It did not help matters that Carolyn disliked her at first sight.
She was everything Carolyn was not. A classic American beauty, outgoing
and friendly as anything, undisciplined, and stupid as a rock. If she
wasn't a cheerleader, she should have been with her full head of long,
golden hair, innocent big blue eyes and pert, athletic figure. To cap it
off, her family was extremely wealthy. She was driving a car (18th
birthday present) that, Carolyn noted sourly, would have taken her years to
save up for, if ever.
Carolyn Lord was a 30-year old olive-skinned Greek beauty who was
from a poor family, with parents who were much older than others of her age
group. She had strait blue-black hair, which she carefully maintained at
just-above shoulder length with a slight inward curl at the ends. She was
a delectable 5'6", with a firm 34C bust and a beautiful body which she took
care of with the same amount of care that she used when taking care of her
car or her apartment, and for the same reasons. It was hers, it was
needed, and that was all that mattered. She had worked herself through
legal secretary school, was extremely intelligent, and always maintained an
impeccable appearance. She also maintained a very cool if not icy reserve
that was very hard for anyone, man or woman, to break through, although
many tried. As a paralegal, she was considered by those in the firm to be
the best they had ever seen, and quite indispensable to their operations.
Tiffany, after a few weeks at the firm, began to hang around with
another of the paralegals who worked there, a young, full-figured Latin
girl named Maria.
Carolyn had a problem with Maria. She had been with the firm for
only a year, and Carolyn had been her sponsor as well. From the beginning
Maria had gone out of her way to cultivate a friendship with the reserved
Carolyn, which, after several months, Carolyn had finally responded to and
they spent time together at the occasional weekend lunch or movie. Carolyn
returned to her old ways, however, when Maria made a certain invitation to
her. It was then that Carolyn ended their friendship. Maria had told her
that she was part of an unusual group of friends who met every Friday for a
weekend of "girl-games", and that she had told them all about her, and now
Carolyn had a standing invitation to join them when ever she wanted.
Carolyn thanked her and, outside of work, tried to avoid the young woman as
much as possible from then on. She wasn't really sure what games Maria was
talking about, but Carolyn wanted no part of them, whatever they were. She
always thought it best to maintain a certain distance from those around her
and this incident just served to confirm what she already knew to be true.
But now there was Tiffany. She of course couldn't wait to join
Maria's group of party animals, and was in fact going to the group's
"initiation" this Friday. It was a party at an apartment belonging to a
Japanese exchange student named Tamiko Suzuki. But for Carolyn, the
maddening thing about it was-- Tiffany didn't want to go alone. She wanted
Carolyn to go with her! She told Carolyn that she was really a shy person
(Ha!), and had trouble meeting new people. She needed Carolyn along for
moral support.
Not normally a vindictive woman, Carolyn Lord took pity on the
insecure teenager and, against her better judgment, agreed to attend at
least a short part of the party with her.
She looked at Mr. Brandon still talking away in front of her, and
she sighed.
It was going to be a very long day.
*****
It was 6:30 that Friday evening when a reluctant Carolyn Lord
finally arrived with a very nervous Tiffany Goodbody at the modest-looking
apartment complex where they were to spend the evening. Inside the lobby,
Carolyn was surprised to see that it really was a very plush affair,
complete with health spas, pool, recreation rooms and security. Not bad
for an exchange student, she thought.
As they waiting to gain permission from the front desk for entry
into the building, Carolyn noticed that all of the people she saw there
passing through the lobby were rather young, at most in their 30s, and
rather expensively dressed. She was also surprised to notice that, despite
the heavy lobby traffic going past the front desk, there weren't any men.
It was only women whom she saw walking past her. Even the staff, including
security, were all women as well. How strange.
They quickly gained permission for entry and proceeded up the
silent evaluator to the 10th floor. After walking down the thickly
carpeted hallway, they finally came to the door of the apartment. Carolyn,
naturally, had to do the knocking.
The door was opened by a short but very attractive young Japanese
girl with long black hair cascading down her back. Carolyn was surprised
to find the girl was wearing a very short silk robe and not much else. We
must be early, she thought. She's not even dressed yet.
"Con Nichi Wa," the girl said, bowing slightly at the waist. "Good
evening and welcome. I am Tamiko. You must be Tiffany and her good friend
Carolyn. We've been waiting for you. Please come in."
"Thank you," Carolyn finally said, to cover for Tiffany's nervous
silence.
They entered the large apartment to find the party in full swing.
It was evidently a theme party of some kind, because everyone seemed to be
wearing just very colorful (and brief!) bathing suits. Everyone that is,
except Carolyn and Tiffany. Carolyn had gone to Tiffany's dorm directly
from her job at the law firm, so she was still in one of her office suits.
Tiffany was in her usual tight jeans and pullover.
Carolyn felt ridiculously overdressed. Tiffany had not said a
thing about the proper attire. If she had known it was going to be like
this, she probable wouldn't have come at all. Well, she'll just leave even
earlier than she had planned. She gave it an hour, and that's all. She
wondered if the scatter- brained Tiffany had known about the bathing suits.
They were soon surrounded by nine semi-dressed young women,
including Maria from the firm. All present were greatly excited about
their arrival and greeted them warmly. After looking at all the bare
golden flesh in front of her, Carolyn noticed with grim amusement that, at
30, she was definitely the oldest woman in the room. And, after watching
how everyone was dressed (or rather not dressed) it was clear that she was
also the only responsible adult as well (although even the oldest girl
there didn't look much over 20)! It was just one more thing to thank
Tiffany for on Monday.
After introductions had been exchanged, Carolyn found out to her
dismay that it was in fact a "pool party" (even though the pool was located
in the basement of the building and the apartment was on the 10th floor),
and that the pool had been reserved for their exclusive use later on that
evening, from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m.. But pool or no pool, the girls were all
quite insistent that bathing suits were obligatory for tonight's
festivities.
"You mean you really didn't bring anything to wear for the party?"
asked Amber.
"I'm sorry," Carolyn apologized. "I didn't know it was going to be
like this. Besides, I may not stay all that long anyway, so please don't
worry about me."
"But we told Tiffany all about it!"
"It figures," Carolyn groaned to herself.
"Well, I just forgot, that's all," Tiffany exclaimed, to Carolyn's
murderous glare.
Tamiko pushed her way through the crowd to where Carolyn and
Tiffany were standing, holding some small bits of brightly colored cloth
and string. "Since you two didn't wear a bathing suit, here are a couple of
mine you can use."
"I don't think so," Carolyn haughtily replied, looking down with
ill- concealed horror at the terribly revealing two-piece suits Tamiko held
up for them to wear. Even if they had been Carolyn's size, which was
impossible considering how petite Tamiko was, they were still far too small
for her. She always hated the idea of exposing her body to anyone, even in
her own modest single piece suit. Wearing Tamiko's, she would be
practically naked in front of these strangers. Not a chance!
"Tiffany's the one you want. I'm just a visitor here," Carolyn
said brusquely. She wanted no misunderstanding about her desire to be
included as little as possible in tonight's events.
Tamiko was terribly offended at her rebuffed hospitality (for the
Japanese take their manners very seriously), especially when done in such
an open fashion. My turn will come, you proud American bitch, she thought
with satisfaction. A vision of Carolyn naked on all fours while being
pumped in her beautiful ass with a 10-inch dildo flashed through Tamiko's
mind. Content with her thoughts of revenge, Tamiko kept her demeanor calm
as she turned to Tiffany.
"Tiffany? How about you?" she asked, ever the polite host.
"Gosh, they're really nice, Tamiko," Tiffany gushed with a worried
look on her face as she looked at the offered suits. "I know it's a pool
party. But maybe a little later, when we go down there, OK?"
"Sure, honey. Whatever you want. Just remember, this initiation
is for you after all and you're going to have to participate eventually."
"I know. And I appreciate being here, really I do." the nervous
blonde said. "When will we start the initiation?"
"You'll find out," Tamiko replied knowingly, and walked away, still
holding up the unused suits.
Hiding their disappointment, the girls led their guests into the
interior of the well-furnished apartment.
As the party started again, one or another of the girls would offer
to get Carolyn any type of drink she wanted, but she always declined.
Drinking, she felt, was just another way to loose control and she never
liked for that to happen. So, she drank only rarely, and then for church
or family functions only. She never drank at parties!
However, Tiffany, Carolyn noted with dismay, was accepting every
drink she could get her hands on.
The party soon regained its previous momentum and Carolyn lost
Tiffany to her new friends. Left alone, Carolyn wandered about the large
living room, admiring the exquisite oriental art scattered about. She was
surprised to find that her hostess had excellent taste. Perhapse there was
more to this girl then she thought. Abruptly, she found herself face to
face with a very chagrined looking Tamiko.
Bowing deeply, Tamiko said quietly in her lilting accent, "I came
to apologize for my rudeness earlier. It was wrong of me to treat my
guests in such a fashion. My poor clothes were obviously not suitable for
a person of your quality."
Carolyn was taken aback by the girl's obvious sincerity. She also
realized that her own behavior hadn't been exactly Emily Post either. Here
she had come to a party, and managed first thing to insult her hostess.
Worse, for Carolyn, was that she hadn't even remembered to bring any food,
which was a Greek insult in itself! This girl had succeeded in making her
feel very guilty indeed. Now she was obligated to make it up to the poor
child in some way.
"No, it was my fault. Really," she said, trying to ease the girl's
pain. "I can be very foolish sometimes. Please forgive me. Let me help
in the kitchen or something. Please."
"No. You might soil that fine suit." Tamiko saw Carolyn blush and
look down at the floor upon hearing that. Good! Tamiko thought. Serves
her right.
"Besides," Tamiko continued, "the error was truly mine. As a token
of my apology, please take this." Tamiko held out with both hands a
frosted-glass filled with ice and a very thick, red liquid.
"You will find it is the just the thing for a hot summer evening."
Carolyn carefully took the glass and wondered how she could ask the
obvious question about alcohol content without offending the girl again.
Sensing her hesitation, Tamiko said, "This is a favorite of my
classmates at the school I attended in Japan, before I left for college in
America. My mother always served this during their visits to our home. It
is called a Mai Tai."
Oh, if her mother served it to her school friends, then it must be
all right, Carolyn thought. Relieved that she had been able to avoid
another mistake, Carolyn carefully put the glass to her lips and
tentatively sipped the liquid. She found it was delicious and very cooling
in the warm room. To cap everything off, she could taste no alcohol. The
drink was completely safe.
"Why, this is marvelous!"
"Yes, simple but very soothing. It is after all only a mixture of
various fruit juices. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect."
To Tamiko's satisfaction, Carolyn eagerly did as she was told.
Soon Carolyn was holding an empty glass. She had drained it and hadn't
even noticed. The drink was that smooth. The only problem was, she found
that she was still thirsty.
"Could I have another, please?"
"I think that can be arranged."
Tamiko brought Carolyn a full pitcher of Mai Tai and then led her
to two comfortable chairs which faced each other and were located away from
the party crowd on the far side of the room near the kitchenette. There,
the two of them talked on into the night, Tamiko being careful to replenish
Carolyn's glass whenever it emptied.
After about an hour, the party moved over to where Carolyn and
Tamiko were sitting, when Carolyn learned that Tiffany had finally been
talked into wearing one of Tamiko's bathing suits. Great, she thought.
Now I'm really going to be over-dressed.
"The spare suits are in the bathroom," Tamiko directed cooly, with
a pointed look at Carolyn.
The embarrassed Carolyn looked away as, with much collective
cheering from the other girls, Tiffany left to change in the bathroom. In
ten minutes she returned wearing tightly wrapped about her and tied
securely with a sash, one of Tamiko's short silk robes she found in the
bathroom. In spite of the robe, it was obvious to Carolyn that Tiffany was
wearing very little underneath. Two of the girls, Fawn and Samantha, took
her giggling back into the bathroom and, after much shrieking and laughing,
returned holding a red-faced Tiffany between them, this time without the
robe. Tiffany, in a very tiny black string bikini, was busily trying to
tie the left side of her small bottoms while the two girls kept her moving
forward by swatting her on her pert buttocks and slyly pulling on the
strings.
"I just don't see the difference, that's all," Tiffany angrily
muttered to Carolyn, to the latter's delight, as she fought with the short
strings (Tamiko had cut them so that they were half the standard length)
while constantly having to turn to avoid hands seeking to smack her barely
covered bottom. "What's the problem with a robe, anyway! I can hardly
keep this suit on." Her breasts shook angrily in their too-small cups as
she fought with the suit strings and Carolyn watched them with a unexpected
interest.
Tiffany's ordeal ended when she finally got her strings to stay
tied. The group then departed with the still muttering Tiffany into the
kitchen for a fresh round of drinks. Carolyn could soon hear Tiffany
laughing with the rest and was glad that Tiffany was having fun once again.
Carolyn was feeling very mellow by now. She disapproved at the way
Tiffany had to display herself in the too-small suit (the girl could just
get the bottom strings to knot, and her breasts were practically spilling
out of their cups), but found herself enjoying along with the others
Tiffany's obvious discomfort. Besides, she had felt all along that the
only thing Tiffany really needed was a good spanking.
The party drifted back across the room, leaving Tamiko and Carolyn
alone once more.
After a time, Carolyn discovered that she was having a wonderful
time here. Tamiko proved to be an intelligent and highly educated young
woman (Carolyn couldn't think of her a mere girl anymore) who's tales of
her life in Japan proved quite fascinating. To avoid offending Tamiko
again, Carolyn made the sacrifice of drinking whenever Tamiko re-filled her
glass. It didn't matter to her really. It was after all only an unusually
pleasant mix of fruit juices, and she could always work off the calories on
Saturday. The strange thing was, no matter how much she drank, she always
felt a little thirsty.
Carolyn found herself completely captivated by Tamiko's
descriptions of Japanese culture. She had never heard anything like it
before, and couldn't hear enough about it now. Tamiko proved to be an
excellent guide into this exciting new world, and would patiently explain
anything that Carolyn asked her about. The normally aloof Carolyn found
herself becoming very appreciative of this young oriental.
As the evening wore on, Tamiko began to talk of various Japanese
dating and marriage customs. To Carolyn's surprise, the exchange student
then went on to calmly describe in intimate detail the sex life of a young
Japanese woman.
Normally, Carolyn would be horrified at this kind of talk, yet
tonight she felt strangely detached about the whole thing. Tamiko made it
all seem so normal, as they sat there in a living room full of half-naked
people while she talked of things that Carolyn would have had trouble even
thinking about to herself, let alone discuss openly with another person.
Still, she knew that such talk was really not for her. It was only her
desire not to once again offend this sincere young woman that kept her
seated, and not jump up and leave the apartment immediately. Besides, what
Tamiko was telling her, however Carolyn personally felt about it, was
obviously of cultural and even religious importance to this young person,
so Carolyn, taking another big gulp of her soothing and ever present Mai
Tai, was determined not to do anything to cause offense. Besides, it was
getting just a little interesting.
If only she weren't so explicit, Carolyn thought. It was like
being there, watching these terrible things happening. Worse, as Tamiko
went remorselessly on and on, Carolyn began to feel as if what the girl was
describing was being done to her, personally. Her mind reeled at the
verbal images spoken by this calm beautiful Oriental girl sitting in front
of her. As the girl went from sexual practice to sexual practice, Carolyn
wondered if it was starting to affect her. She noticed that the room was
becoming increasing warm. Worse, she was finding her body becoming
uncomfortably warm. Her face was becoming flush. Her heart was beating
very fast and she was practically panting, her breath had gotten so fast.
She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead under her hair
line. She was starting to sweat inside her clothes, too. A trickle of
moisture was forming between her confined breasts and starting to run down
her stomach, while she could feel another one was going down the small of
her back. In fact, her clothes were becoming very confining to her. How
odd, she thought. This suit had always been such a good fit before. If
only she could get out of her office clothes and into something more
comfortable, then she would feel much better.
Tamiko saw the effect her talk and the Mai Tais were having on the
proud American bitch as she continued with her verbal seduction of the
unsuspecting woman.
In hope of distracting herself from Tamiko's increasingly graphic
descriptions, Carolyn looked around for any sign of Tiffany. Across the
room, she saw that Tiffany had become quite drunk (the little fool) and had
lost the top to her suit, her conical breasts now completely exposed.
Fortunately, no one seemed to mind Tiffany's semi-nudity.
Carolyn found to her surprise that she herself wasn't really upset
about it either, even when she saw that the other girls with Tiffany were
even now in the process of joining the silly girl's exposed condition. In
fact, she felt very relaxed about it, even a little intrigued. She never
realized before just how sexy Tiffany truly was, and the other girls as
well, as they paraded around in their childish semi-nudity. But, when
children start taking their clothes off at a party, she knew that it was a
bad sign. At least there were no guys here to cause trouble. With only
the girls here, Carolyn knew that everyone was perfectly safe, including
her. Still, it would soon be time for her to be leaving, before the kids
things really got out of hand.
But to her surprise she did not want to go. Tamiko had placed her
completely at ease. Carolyn had never felt this relaxed before, anywhere.
It was wonderful. It was almost as if she were floating in the chair. She
found the lilting voice with its faint musical accent very mellow,
soothing, almost hypnotic. The words no longer seemed to matter, all that
nasty talk about sex did not bother her at all any longer, although she
felt warm, and, well, a bit anxious, but about what she could not say. She
could listen to that wonderful voice flow through her mind for hours and
hours.
But something in Tomiko's voice changed and Carolyn began to pay
attention again. She thought she heard the young woman say, "Now,
observe," and sit up in her chair. How interesting. She must be about to
give me some sort of demonstration.
"The Sukmeuki Technique is especially favored in Japan. In it, the
woman's nipples are delicately and rhythmically sucked on, like this." To
Carolyn's mild discomfort, Tamiko then pursed her lips and began what
looked like a slow, gentle sucking motion. Then to her horror, she felt
her own nipples respond as if they were actually being used by this girl
who was still seated across from her! Each time she saw Tamiko do a
sucking motion with her lips and cheeks, she felt herself lean forward and
her sensitive nipples extend in time with the girl's actions. Oh my God!
she thought.
Now Carolyn felt very, very warm in her clothes. Everything seems
to have shrunk, she thought. Even her underwear felt as if they were all
wrong, though she knew everything fitted perfectly this morning. Her
breasts felt as if her bra was a size too small, while her nipples had
reached diamond hardness. She tried crossing her arms over her chest to
provide some relief, but that just irritated her nipples even more. Her
pantyhose had become quite uncomfortable, almost suffocating underneath her
tailored slacks. The narrow elastic of her panties was also giving her
trouble, cutting into her increasingly sensitive skin. She tried shifting
her hips slightly from time to time, but it didn't help. Of greater
trouble, because of her constant shifting, the lose fabric of the chair had
worked itself up between her thighs and was now pressing on her most
private of places. Now whenever she moved it just made things worse, for
when she moved the fabric just pressed even tighter on her vulva. She
could feel it very clearly, in spite of all her clothes, and it was
becoming very uncomfortable for her. Yet she found it impossible to sit
still. She kept crossing and recrossing her legs, trying without success
to relieve the unusual pressure building in her vagina. What was happening
to her, she wondered?
Tamiko stopped her demonstration and looked coolly at the condition
of her latest victim. Soon, she thought happily. Soon. "There is an
interesting variation to that last technique which I am sure will interest
you," she said with a cold detachment. Carolyn Lord watched her hostess,
with what she hoped was a look of only mild astonishment, as the girl
suddenly pursed her lips into a small rose, and with her flattening cheeks,
indicated a strong sucking action as she looked pointedly toward Carolyn's
prominent left breast.
Oh, my God! thought Carolyn. Why is she looking so openly at my
chest? Almost as if she were actually focusing her attention on my breasts
this time. Was this to be another part of her embarrassing sex talk? Oh
my, no! She can't seriously be showing what could possibly be another
obscene act to me, could she?
She wondered heatedly how she could change the subject from
Japanese arousal techniques (My God! Of all the things to talk about!)
without offending her charming hostess, when she felt a faint tingling in
her left breast. The feeling became more and more pronounced, especially
at the tip, around her areola, nipple, and the surrounding breast flesh,
and became increasingly disturbing to her. The peculiar sensation kept
growing until it soon became quite vibrant. Carolyn was stunned. It was
different then the first sensation she had felt. Now it was almost as if
someone were actually suckling the entire rapidly hardening tip of her left
breast!
Tamiko bared her teeth slightly and gently shook her head. A
wide-eyed Carolyn was sure she felt her breast shimmy slightly in response
in its cup, as if it were being held in the student's teeth! A sudden
bizarre tingling sensation in her crotch caused her to press her thighs
together.
Carolyn looked about her wildly, but there was no one even close to
where she and Tamiko were sitting. She quickly folded her arms
protectively over her chest, but the now-rhythmic pull on her diamond-hard
nipple and swelling breast continued. The girl shook her head once again
and an amazed Carolyn could feel her breast shake even more than before.
How was this possible?
Worse, whenever Tamiko's tongue flicked in a slow, deliberate
manner over her pursed lips, Carolyn could feel her nipple and surrounding
flesh being bathed in warm liquid. At those times her eyes closed and her
mouth parted slightly at the exquisite sensation. She could only sit
dumbfounded as her body continued to inexplicably react to the strange
actions of the young oriental girl seated across from her.
Carolyn knew that it just couldn't be happening. There must be
some rational explanation, there must be! She was sitting fully dressed in
a room full of other women (children, really), attending a party. Yet, the
way her body was reacting, she might as well have been naked and alone with
Tamiko in some bedroom. Carolyn shivered at the thought, although she
couldn't understand why such an outrageous idea could affect her in such a
way.
As suddenly as they started, the incredible sensations coming from
her left breast ceased. Carolyn sighed with relief. At last it is over!
She lowered her arms from her chest and took a very long drink from her
cool and comforting Mai Tai. That drink is so good it's almost sinful, she
thought gratefully.
She looked up and saw with dismay that Tamiko was now looking at
her right breast.
"Oh, no", Carolyn whispered. "Not again." Tamiko again pursed her
lips and the now-familiar sucking sensation soon engulfed the entire tip of
Carolyn's right breast.
After seemingly ages of continuous torment of her right nipple,
Tamiko started alternately to look from breast to breast. Carolyn's entire
chest now felt as if it was constantly being sucked and licked.
Her whole body was starting to respond to this weird, almost
supernatural stimulation. Sweat was breaking out ever more freely along
her hair line and along her upper lip. Her mouth felt very dry and she was
continuously having to lick her equally dry lips with her tongue, even at
the risk of spoiling her carefully applied lipstick.
Carolyn grew to anticipate the stimulation, and she was soon
unconsciously rocking back and forth in her chair in time with Tamiko's
movements.
Watching the proud woman's movements, Tamiko suddenly stopped her
demonstration, but if Carolyn noticed she gave no sign. She continued to
lean forward and back as the memory of her tingling breasts remained with
her.
Tamiko wondered at the incredible sensuality this cold woman must
have buried deep within her. Her remote-stimulus technique rarely had had
such an effect on a victim. She couldn't wait to try it on a much more
personal area of the proud woman's body- her cunt!
"Carolyn, my dear, are you all right?" she asked, placing her right
hand on Carolyn's left knee.
At the unaccustomed touch, Carolyn snapped back from her dream-like
state. She realized ruefully that Tamiko had been talking to her all along
and all she could think about like some slut was the strange feelings she
had been getting in her breasts. My God, I must be losing my mind, she
thought.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"That technique I just showed you is easily adapted to other areas
of the body. For example, an especially effective location has always been
the lower area of the..."
A startling crash sounded from across the room, followed by a loud
drunken "Oops!" from Tiffany. Tamiko turned with an uncharacteristic look
of annoyance toward the sound.
Carolyn used the moment to try and rise unsteadily to her feet.
She had a sick feeling of what Tamiko was going to show her next and the
very idea disgusted her completely. She had been polite to this demure
Oriental sex maniac long enough.
Now it was time for her to go!
As she began to make her good-byes to Tamiko, she stood up, only to
quickly sit back down again.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "What happened? My head feels like it's
floating."
"You stood up too fast, silly," Tamiko said as she left her chair
to kneel in front of the dazed Carolyn's feet. "You must be more careful.
Here, let me help you."
Tamiko placed an arm around Carolyn's waist and helped the shaken
woman to slowly stand.
"Now, isn't that better?"
"Yes, thank you. Still a little shaky, though."
"Well, it has gotten very warm in here. That's probably what you
are feeling. You'll be fine when you get outside."
"Yes, you're right. But, I really need to use your bathroom before
I go."
"Yes, of course. Please come this way."
Tamiko led Carolyn back through the living room past the partiers,
to the door of the guest bathroom located at the entrance hall. As they
were walking, Carolyn could notice a distinct squishy feeling between her
legs. Oh my, she thought. I must have to go even worse that I thought.
"Here you go. Oh, by the way. We are just about to start
Tiffany's initiation. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it truly is a
very important occasion and I would be honored if you would stay for it.
It shouldn't last more than 20 minutes. We'll begin just as soon as you
are done here. OK?"
At the moment, Carolyn could only think of her bursting bladder.
She had long ago lost track on the countless Mai Tai's she had consumed.
She would agree to anything to be able to use the toilet. Besides, she had
appreciated the time Tamiko had spent with her and wanted to do something
in return for the young woman.
"OK, Tamiko. And thank you very much for inviting me."
Carolyn then dashed gratefully into the small bathroom and quickly
shut the door, just in case Tamiko had something else she wanted to tell
her!
Part II
Once the door to the restroom was safely closed, Carolyn wasted no
time in trying to set the lock, but to her surprise the door had none.
Damn it! She knew that she was in no condition to find another bathroom,
so she just had to hope for the best as she started to rapidly unbutton her
suit jacket.
She slipped her jacket off and hung it carefully on a hanger
located behind the bathroom door. When she turned for the toilet she got a
good look at her self in the mirror over the sink.
"Oh my God. I'm a mess." Her once crisp blouse was now soaked
with sweat, and her hair was practically plastered to her head with the
stuff. Hopping about the tiny room in her anxiety, she quickly pulled her
blouse out of the waistband of her slacks and started to unbutton that as
well. Her fingers fairly flew over the front of her blouse and it soon
joined her jacket on another hanger on the door.
In the mirror she saw that her upper body was absolutely dripping
with sweat (what the hell was the matter with her tonight?) and realized
that there was nothing for it but that the bra had to come off too.
Reaching behind her, she unfastened the retaining strap and just let the
bra slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor.
"Oh, to hell with it", she muttered as she slipped off her shoes,
unfastened her belt and slacks, and pushed her slacks hastily to the floor.
She quickly grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled both them and
her panties completely off. Almost frantic now, she kicked the pile of
clothes at her feet into a corner and flew to the toilet. Scrabbling at
the lid, she managed to lift it and plop her hips down on the seat in one
fluid motion. And not a split second too soon, either!
"Aaahhh," Carolyn sighed as a torrent of urine pored from her
bladder into the bowl. When she was finally finished, she went to wipe
herself, and discovered to her surprise that her pubic area was sopping wet
with vaginal secretions.
As she carefully cleaned herself, she gave the room a quick look.
She saw that it was a very small guest restroom with space for one or at
most two people. There was just a commode, a sink, a full length counter
top, and some cabinets and drawers beneath it.
She reached down for the tangle of clothes she had left on the
floor and was surprised to find that the crotchband on her panties was
actually soaked through by vaginal fluids! Now what was she suppose to do?
She couldn't wear them like that. She certainly couldn't put them in her
purse, that was still in the living room somewhere. The idea of keeping
her soiled underwear in one of her suit jacket pockets didn't make her very
happy, either. She looked in the cabinet under the sink and found a small
portable hair dryer. So, she would soak the panties in the sink while she
cleaned herself, and then quickly dry them with the hair dryer.
Carolyn washed her hands, then filled the sink with warm water.
She took a wash cloth and placed it in the sink for a moment, then rung out
most of the water from it. She placed her panties in next, trying to rub
out any of her embarrassing juices from the material before leaving it in
the sink to soak.
She then used the damp wash cloth and, starting on her face, tried
to quickly wipe as much of the sweat off of her body as she could under the
circumstances. Looking at herself in the mirror, she supposed that she
must present quite a sight, being completely naked in this small, public
room. She thought of wrapping herself in a bath towel, but the room only
contained hand towels and wash cloths. So, naked she was and, until she
finished, naked she would remain. Well, it would just be for a few
minutes, anyway, she thought.
"Please, God, let no one come in," she prayed reverently as she
quickly continued her ablutions.
After she cleaned herself to her satisfaction of sweat and her
other more private secretions, she used the hair dryer on her blouse and
bra, so that at least they wouldn't be damp any more. She finally pulled
the plug in the sink, and squeezed as much water out of her panties as
possible. She was really hurrying now. She knew that someone could come
bursting into the room at any moment to use the facilities and that she had
not a second to loose.
Impatient to be completed, Carolyn placed the dryer on its highest
setting. She dried her light-weight panties quickly, playing the hair
dryer's nozzle especially over her crotchband, in order to be sure she
wouldn't have that terrible squishy feeling between her legs for the
remainder of the evening.
Without waiting to turn the dryer off, she placed it on the counter
and swiftly stepped into her panties. Finally, she thought, I can get
dressed again as she pulled them up her shapely legs. It was too late that
she realized that the elastic was much warmer then she was used to, and
what that might mean for the rest the material.
The effect of the very hot crotchband on Carolyn's already
stimulated body was electric!
"POOCH!" she gasped, when the super-heated material came into
contact with her surprisingly sensitive vulva. Carolyn was staggered by the
sensation. She quickly bent over, her breasts dangling freely under her as
she placed her hands between her tightly pressed thighs, palms together,
pushing upwards to try and relieve the incredible sensations radiating from
her poor vagina.
Behind her, over the blasting of the hair dryer, she heard a fast
knock and then the bathroom door opened. Oh, no! she thought. Not now!
Carolyn was unable to move or even speak until the storm of sensation she
accidentally unleashed within her finally quieted down some. For the
moment, she was helpless.
Whoever was behind her didn't say a word. The person just stood
there.
"Oh, my poor dear. What on Earth is wrong?" she finally heard
Tamiko say. To Carolyn's relief she heard the door quickly closed, but
then she felt Tamiko's hand on the center of her back. Remembering her
undressed state, she covered her dangling breasts with her crossed arms,
but she found she still couldn't straighten up or speak. The feelings
coming from her panty-heated vagina were still too intense.
After drinking in the sight of Carolyn Lord's drum-tight panties
stretched over the most perfect set of buttocks she had ever seen, Tamiko
reached across the bent-over woman and picked up the still roaring hair
dryer. She knew exactly what had happened to her because she (and the
others) had been watching the woman through a special two-way mirror ever
since she came into the room.
"Carolyn," she called, "Why is this dryer on? Was your hair wet?"
Carolyn was terribly distressed. Not only had she been caught in
this ridiculous circumstance, she had been found out using her hostess's
hair dryer on her underwear!
She could feel her breath coming back and in just a moment she
would try to...OH MY GOD!
Tamiko had pointed the dryer's nozzle at the strip of Carolyn's
panties running between her thighs!
Carolyn reflexively jerked forward at the first shocking blast of
hot air on the backs of her thighs, and had to use her hands to keep from
falling forward. She ended up completely bent over the commode, her arms
wrapped around the piping located beneath the toilet's tank, her head and
shoulders wedged into the narrow space between the commode, its tank, and
the counter. Her breasts lay exposed and pressed tightly against the cool
toilet seat. Her panty-covered buttocks were high in the air over the
toilet behind her, with her legs spread out as far as possible because the
toilet bowl was now between them. She tried to immediately back out but
found that the stream of hot air kept driving her forward. Soon, she was
wedged in tight. She couldn't get out! She was now trapped in front of a
strange woman with her behind high in the air wearing only her panties!
It couldn't get any worse.
"Help! I'm stuck! Get me out of here!" wailed Carolyn. Then, she
felt another blast of hot air upon her crotch! Tamiko must still be
holding the dryer and Carolyn was right in the way. She tried desperately
to escape this inadvertent manipulation of her privates, but she couldn't.
No matter how frantically she moved and jerked her hips, it was as if her
burning crotch was always right in front of the relentless dryer.
"The switch must be stuck from being too long at the high setting.
It does that sometimes. It will take me a moment to fix it," Tamiko
shouted over the roar of the dryer.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to leave it on! Turn it off!! Hurry,
please!" Carolyn pleaded. "It's driving me crazy!!!"
"Please be patient. There will be a fire if I can't turn this
dryer off. You shouldn't have left it on High."
Tamiko played the super-heated air over Carolyn's vulnerable crotch
without mercy, being careful only not to burn her helpless victim. She
directed the heat continuously over the crotchband of the woman's now very
warm panties, moving deliberately from front to back, waistband to
waistband. After a few moments, she noticed that the continuous
application of heat was having its affect. The crotchband on Carolyn's
panties was now quite wet with her vaginal secretions. Also, the heat had
the added affect of expanding the panties' thin bands of elastic. The
loosening elastic, coupled with Carolyn's constant gyrations in trying to
escape the heat, meant that the woman's panties were now slowly working
their way down her hips and buttocks.
Great idea, Tamiko thought, as she started to pull on the loosened
material. Slowly the loosened panties slipped over the smooth flesh,
revealing more and more of Carolyn's quivering asscheeks. Downward they
went, until they were finally caught mid-way on Carolyn's wide-splayed
upper thighs.
Tamiko now played the heat directly on Carolyn's puckered asshole
and dripping cunt.
It took Carolyn a moment in her frantic attempts to escape to sense
that something was different. She finally realized that her last bit of
protective clothing was now caught on her thighs. She was now not only
trapped but also completely naked in front of another woman, with her most
private places throbbing like crazy and on full display.
"On, no! It just isn't fair." she wailed and started to cry. The
sensations radiating from her belly quickly sapped her strength. She quit
trying to escape and just stayed still, sobbing quietly in her humiliation
as her vaginal fluids began to run down her inner thighs. Her sobs soon
changed to unconscious moans as her being was consumed by the strange
effects the heat was having upon her.
While still carefully apply the deadly heat, Tamiko reached into a
drawer and pulled out a long, thin yet powerful vibrator. Teasing the tip
over Carolyn's vulnerable pussy lips, she worked it up and down the slit.
Getting no reaction, she pressed the tip into the tight but well-lubricated
passage. Slowly she pushed it in further and further. She stopped her
penetration of Carolyn's defenseless vagina when the vibrator was in half
way. She then gently moved it in and out as she continued to play the
still roaring hair drier with her other handover Carolyn's exposed crotch.
Carolyn's vulva was on fire. She was dimly aware that something
was going on behind her, but in her dazed, befuddled mind she thought that
it was only effects of that terrible heat. The blood was rushing to her
head and she felt herself on the verge of passing out. Then, she heard a
distinct "click" and her vagina exploded!
"AAAHHHH!" Carolyn screamed, as Tamiko pushed the now activated
vibrator deep into her steaming crotch. Her hips flailed about in their
attempt to escape this new torment, but with no success. Tamiko skillfully
kept working the vibrator deep into Carolyn's vulnerable pussy, yet always
being careful to keep her from the climax her body so desperately needed.
Finally, her shattered mind no longer able to handle the overwhelming
foreign sensations coming from her vagina, Carolyn fainted.
Tamiko turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded deep in
Carolyn's still dripping cunt. She then turned off the roaring hair dryer
and returned it to the cabinet. After dropping a few hand towels on the
floor next to the commode, she motioned to the two-way mirror.
The other girls (except for Amber, who was keeping Tiffany busy in
the kitchen) crowded around the open doorway, drinking in the sight of the
naked and helpless Carolyn, still stuck behind the commode with her ass
high in the air behind her. Samantha squeezed into the tiny room and
helped Tamiko lift the unconscious Carolyn. When they had her more or less
upright, Tamiko reverently pulled down on the woman's panties and with a
damp "plop" they fell to Carolyn's feet! They then laid her on the floor
beside the commode over the spread towels. When they left, Tamiko gently
removed the vibrator from Carolyn's sopping cunt, carefully washed it, and
returned it to the drawer. She added the unconscious woman's panties to
the pile of Carolyn's clothing on the floor.
She turned to the unconscious woman on the floor before her,
drinking in the wonderful sight of a very naked and helpless Carolyn Lord.
For Tamiko, this was the stuff that dreams were made of. With a faint
sigh, she covered Carolyn's lush, firm body with the last of the hand
towels and settled on the closed commode to wait for the woman's return to
consciousness.
She looked wistfully at her beautiful victim. You think that was
something, you stuck up American bitch, Tamiko mused. You haven't seen
anything yet. I'm just getting warmed up. She began working on the
changes required for tonight's work caused by this unexpected but very
welcome episode. It turned out there were hardly any changes needed at
all.
The first thing that Carolyn became aware of was that she was lying
on her back in a room that was spinning like crazy. She had never felt
like this before and wasn't really sure what to do about it. She hadn't
eaten yet, so perhaps her blood sugar was low. Nor was that all. She knew
that something wasn't right, but couldn't decide what it could be. If only
the room would stop this weird spinning, she was sure she could make sense
of it.
While she waited for the room to stop, she slowly realized that she
was delightfully cool and relaxed. She vaguely remembered being very hot
and uncomfortable and even tense about something earlier, but now she felt
quite pleasant (except for the spinning, of course). Her clothes didn't
feel tight at all now. She was content just to lie there and wait for
everything to settle down. Still, there was something about her clothes...
"Oh my God!" she croaked. That's what was wrong. She was naked!
Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on the floor of a
very small bathroom. She looked down and saw that she was (barely) covered
with a long hand towel. A young oriental girl was seated on the closed
commode next to her, with a look of concern on her face.
"Are you all right?" the girl asked kindly. "You had us worried
there for a moment."
"Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, when she finally remembered where she was.
"What happened?"
She tried to quickly sit up but her head thought otherwise and she
soon laid back down again, heedless that her towel had fallen away and her
breasts were now uncovered to the gaze of the delighted Tamiko.
"Oooohh, my poor head," Carolyn moaned.
"Here, let me help you," Tamiko said as she assisted the shaky
Carolyn to sit up and lean back against the bathroom wall.
Carolyn saw that her chest was now exposed in front of another
woman and quickly scrambled with the towel to keep herself properly
covered.
Carolyn didn't protest when Tamiko sat alongside her on the crowded
floor and placed an arm around her smooth shoulders and held the dazed
woman close to her.
"Just remember to take it easy. You've had a bad fall."
Even in her almost naked condition, Carolyn knew she desperately
needed someone to care for her right now. She needed someone very badly.
It all became too much for her and, for the first time since she
was ten, she began to cry.
"What happened to me?" she sobbed. "I don't understand."
She leaned over the woman, and helped her to stand. Tamiko managed
to get the sobbing woman to her feet where she clung with desperation to
the Japanese teenager, her protective towel now lying forgotten on the
floor at her feet.
Carolyn's beautiful lush body pressed tightly against Tamiko's thin
silk robe. Tamiko put a comforting arm around the nude Carolyn's waist,
and was careful to press herself fully against her whenever the opportunity
presented itself. Tamiko knew that this was almost more then she could
endure. But, she realized that Carolyn's night of surprises was just
beginning, and they all still had a long way to go before the delightful
end.
"What happened?" Carolyn gasped, trying to get her emotions under
control.
"You fell and hit your head. Don't you feel dizzy?"
"Yes."
"Well then."
"But why are my clothes all over the room?"
"Because you must have taken them off when you came in here to use
the facilities. You were saying earlier something about being very warm.
Perhaps you were just trying to cool off. Don't you remember?"
"But why would I take them all off?"
"Listen, my precious one. When I came in to see what was taking
you so long, you were lying there on the floor as you are now, with the
hair dryer on high. I was the one who covered you with a towel. Outside
of that, I have no idea what you were doing in here."
"What...What happened?" Carolyn cried.
"I think you fainted, so I come in. Are you all right?"
Carolyn was exhausted, her mind overwhelmed and unable to function.
Headless of her nudity, she could only cling sobbing to her rescuer. It
was Tamiko who had gotten her free of her totally degrading situation. She
could never repay her enough for that!
"Thank you," she sniffed, trying to regain control of herself. "I
don't know how I..."
The proud Carolyn dissolved into tears again. She held the
delighted Tamiko tightly, not noticing the Japanese girl's small hands
moving lovingly over her firm, exposed buttocks.
"Come on now. It's all right. You're fine. No harm's been done,"
said Tamiko as she soothed the distressed Carolyn, now freely caressing the
woman's bare back.
When Carolyn's sobs finally stopped, a grinning Tamiko handed her a
box of tissues. "Here, you will be needing these, I think."
Seeing the young woman's smile made Carolyn realize the
ridiculousness of the situation. Here she was naked in a small bathroom.
How stupid it all was! She was very grateful to this young woman for being
so helpful and understanding of her. She hardly ever found anyone like
that.
"Thank you, Tamiko," she said, as she smiled back at her new friend
and accepted the box. "I believe that you're right." She blew her nose
and used another tissue to clean up her face.
"That's the spirit. Now, sit here and we'll get you cleaned up."
Carolyn obediently sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat and
patiently waited while Tamiko used a damp wash cloth on her face to clean
off the effects of Carolyn's crying. It was while she was sitting there
that Carolyn realized that she was still naked.. She looked about for her
clothes but when she bent down for her panties, Tamiko told her to sit
still.
"We'll take care of that later." she said. "Don't worry about it."
"But..."
"Now, sit!"
So Carolyn sat there primly in the nude on the toilet seat, with
her hands in her lap, as Tamiko plied her with a wash cloth. Although
worried at first when she saw that Tamiko was using very hot water on the
cloth, Carolyn found the effect to be surprisingly refreshing.
"I usually put damp towels in the microwave when I have company
over for dinner. It is a very old Japanese custom and is a great way to
start a meal," Tamiko explained as she began to wash Carolyn's upper chest.
"Would you care to do that sometime? Come over for dinner, I
mean?" Tamiko asked as she gazed in rapture between the firm high-set
breasts to the downy vee nestled between Carolyn's partially opened thighs.
Carolyn was touched at this sincere gesture of the woman's
friendship. She was beginning to like Tamiko more and more.
"Why, yes. I'd love to. Anytime."
"Don't be so eager," laughed Tamiko, as she started washing
Carolyn's upper breasts. "You haven't tasted my cooking yet!"
"Oh, stop. I'm sure that it'll be wonderful."
As they made plans for their evening to come, Tamiko carefully used
the wash cloth to wipe over and under each of Carolyn's firm breasts.
During this pleasant conversation, Carolyn thought nothing of
Tamiko washing her breasts. It was so pleasing, being cared for like this.
Tamiko had a very gentle and caring touch and, in spite of the situation,
Carolyn found herself relaxing to the touch of this accomplished young
woman. When she finally realized what was actually happening, Tamiko
already finished her chest and had moved around to clean her back.
"Oh, forgot something. Be right back."
Before the startled Carolyn could say anything, Tamiko dropped the
wash cloth into Carolyn's lap, reached down for the startled Carolyn's
soiled panties, and, taking her pantyhose as well, left the room.
Poking her head back around the door, Tamiko smiled and said
pleasantly, "Now, don't go away!" before she vanished again behind the
closed door.
Carolyn actually found she could laugh at that. Already feeling
better, she picked up Tamiko's discarded wash cloth and continued the job
of cleaning herself. She avoided her sensitive breasts. She was amused to
note her new good friend Tamiko had accidentally induced her highly
sensitive nipples to an erect state of diamond hardness and caused her to
become a little breathless in the process. Carolyn methodically worked
down her flat stomach to her pelvis. She quickly washed off her leaking
fluids, thankful that Tamiko hadn't noticed such shameful activity on her
part. She couldn't understand what was causing her to be so wet tonight.
She could see that her labia lips were red, swollen and unbelievably
sensitive. She could barely touch that area with the cloth without causing
her heart to race. She hadn't realized until now just how affected she had
been by that damned hair dryer. When she used the wash cloth on her
behind, she found that that heat had started her leaking back there as
well. Oh my God! she thought, and quickly used damp toilet paper to clean
off the offensive secretions coming from her anus.
Carolyn had worked her way down to her knees when Tamiko returned.
Carolyn was delighted to find the young woman carrying a tray with two
glasses full of ice and a picture of Mai Tai. She suddenly realized that
she had become very thirsty at that! Carolyn was also relieved although
quite embarrassed to see her panties neatly folded on the tray. She noted
with some dismay that she didn't see her pantyhose anywhere.
"OK, now let's get you dressed."
Carolyn was surprised to notice that the inside of her panties was
covered with a very fine powder.
"I sprinkled some baby powder that I use on mine when I cleaned
them," Tamiko explained when she saw Carolyn's look of consternation. "It
helps to keep down the moisture."
At the reminder of how so uncontrolled her body had been acting
this evening, Carolyn blushed deeply and turned her head away with
embarrassment. It was so bad that even her new friend Tamiko had noticed.
She was so ashamed at this further public humiliation that she didn't even
notice when Tamiko began helping her get into her panties. At Tamiko's
gentle urging, Carolyn stepped into them without thinking and let Tamiko
pull them slowly up her sculptured legs and over her flaring hips.
"Oh!" she gasped involuntarily, as she felt Tamiko pull them up
much more snugly than Carolyn preferred. She looked down and was shocked
to realize that Tamiko was in the process of getting her dressed! She
could sense the woman's hands on her behind as she carefully smoothed out
the material (what else could she be doing back there?). The panties had
been dragged so high that she could feel the lower half of her buttocks
were exposed. The panty material had sunk deep into the crevasse of her
behind. Even the crotchband was pressed tightly against her poor abused
pubic area, but the powder Tamiko had used felt soothing to her now highly
tender nether regions. In any event, she was still feeling far too
embarrassed to draw attention to herself even more by saying anything, let
alone attempting to adjust them herself while someone was in the room with
her. To top it off, she noticed that her modest panties were fitting much
looser around the waist then they had when she put them on this morning.
She decided that the elastic must be giving out. Damn! And a brand new
pair, too.
Yet, despite her resolve to let Tamiko help her, when she saw
Tamiko with her bra she covered her breasts. This had gone far enough, she
thought. She felt perfectly able to dress herself, thank you, and in
private, please. But, seeing the expectant and helpful look on Tamiko's
face, she resolved that she would do anything not to hurt her new friend
again. Besides, new friend or not, she was exhausted, light headed, and
desperately needed to get to her bed. The sooner she was dressed, the
sooner she could leave.
"Let me do that, please," Carolyn hesitantly asked, as she let
Tamiko lower her arms to her sides.
But Tamiko insisted on doing it herself. Carolyn wished the girl
would let her do it, because she was obviously having trouble with the bra.
She first tried it from Carolyn's front, then went behind the woman and,
pressing her body tightly against Carolyn's, tried it with her arms coming
around her. Either way, for some reason Carolyn couldn't understand the
bra wouldn't fit correctly. Worse, her highly sensitive nipples kept
getting in the way of Tamiko's hands. She jumped every time Tamiko
inadvertently touched them, and she was jumping so much that Tamiko had to
ask her if there was anything wrong.
"Oh, no. Everything's fine," Carolyn gasped, as the back of
Tamiko's hand once again grazed her right nipple. They were becoming
extremely erect and developing the consistency of diamonds. With a sigh of
relief, Carolyn finally felt her breasts snug in their cups and the strap
firmly fastened behind her (Tamiko only fastened one of three hooks).
Next came the blouse, slacks, belt (Tamiko left it very loose),
scarf, and finally her jacket.
As she stepped into her shoes, Carolyn looked at herself carefully
in the mirror. She looked just as crisp and capable as always. It was,
she felt, the appearance of someone who is always in control. Thankfully,
no one could tell by looking at her that anything so outrageous happened to
her while she was in here. Looking at herself, she herself was finding it
hard to believe that anything occurred at all. Only a faint but
surprisingly persistent tingling in her crotch was the only sign that
something actually happened. That, and her misplaced pantyhose; but, no
one will ever know about that she knew.
"Thank you for your hospitality and for your...help. But I really
must be going. I don't feel very well," Carolyn confessed.
"But you simply can't leave now. I would worry about you the rest
of the night. I couldn't stand not knowing whether you got home safely or
not. Let me take you."
In her dazed state, Carolyn wondered if Tamiko might not be right.
Perhaps she did need someone to be with her on the drive home. Too much
had occurred to her this evening that she couldn't even begin to
comprehend. She needed some quiet time at her apartment to understand what
happened to her, and especially try to comprehend why her normally very
obedient body was so out of control tonight.
"Besides, you did promise me that you would stay. Remember?"
Oh, damn, Carolyn thought bitterly. Of all the times to obligate
herself, she had to pick tonight. Well, this was one of those times when
the only option was just to make the best of it.
"Yes, I remember. Of course I'll stay" Carolyn found herself
looking deeply into the surprisingly beautiful black, almond eyes of the
girl. "And thank you again, for caring."
"It's what friends are for, you know."
"Yes. That's very true. So, how soon after the ceremony can we
leave?" Carolyn asked, still desperately anxious to be on her way home.
"Not until Tiffany has been completely initiated. Shouldn't be
long. See you in the living room," Tamiko said over her shoulder as she
quickly left Carolyn.
So, in spite of everything that had happened to her, she was still
going to be here for the initiation ceremony. She couldn't believe it.
Her head was swimming, she felt very tired, and yet her body had never been
more alive. It was positively tingling with sensations.
Well, if Tamiko wanted her to stay then so be it. It was the least
the she could do for all of Tamiko's kindness towards her. Besides, the
way Tamiko has been describing it, it should prove of cultural interest if
nothing else.
Part III
When Carolyn returned to the living room, she felt greatly
refreshed, although still a little dazed from the things that had happened
to her already this evening. It's amazing what some cold water, an empty
bladder, and a few Mai Tais will do for a person, she thought. Strange
though, even after being fully dressed again, she found that her vagina
still felt squishy to her. She could only hope that she would not
embarrass herself before she could thankfully leave for her own apartment.
In the time that she had been gone, some changes had taken place.
The lights were all off, except for some candles and smoking sticks
of incense placed in a circle around one of the couches. On the backless
couch was Tiffany, lying full-length on her back, with Tamiko standing
alongside her. Tiffany's bikini bottoms had joined her top on the floor,
leaving the golden teenager completely naked. Tamiko looked like she was
massaging the teenager's curved thighs. Carolyn remembered Tamiko saying
that a lot of what was going to happen here tonight was based on various
Japanese customs, some of which could be traced to the national Japanese
religion of Shinto. Tamiko had told her that nudity sometimes played a
great part in these rituals, and here it was already.
Carolyn Lord loved religious ceremonies and she was suitably
impressed as she watched Tamiko, still in her robe, move her small hands up
and down Tiffany's closed thighs. Whatever Tamiko was doing, Carolyn saw
that Tiffany was really enjoying it, which wasn't really a suitable
response to a formal ceremony like this, thought Carolyn. Hopefully the
girl will eventually get caught up in the religious fervor of the thing.
Tamiko repositioned Tiffany's legs, so that the teenager's naked
vagina was now plainly exposed. The bullet-shaped nipples on Tiffany's
exposed breasts stood taut. In the candle light, Tiffany's suntanned flesh
fairly gleamed in the darkness. She could see the fixed gazes of the other
girls watching Tiffany, and knew that they too had been affected by the
ceremony. Carolyn could feel herself becoming fascinated by what her new
friend Tamiko was doing to the pliant Tiffany and she unconsciously moved
closer to the inner circle for a better view.
Her own repressed and highly controlled life had never prepared her
for what was now taking place in front of her. She shuddered in sympathy
as she watched Tamiko lean over Tiffany's waist. She wasn't sure why the
Japanese girl was so interested in Tiffany's pubic area, but whatever it
was it definitely had Tiffany squirming like crazy. Carolyn remembered her
own annual physicals and got chills just thinking about it.
Tamiko them abruptly stood up.
"She is ready," she intoned to the room, as she stepped out of the
circle and disappeared into the darkness.
Maria, Tiffany's friend from work and now quite naked, then
replaced the departing Tamiko. She sat on the couch right between
Tiffany's parted legs. Two other girls, a nude Amber and Kathy, positioned
themselves kneeling on either side of the golden Tiffany's shoulders.
It was obvious to Carolyn that the true ceremony was about to
begin!
She watched as Maria bent between Tiffany's upper thighs and placed
her face directly over Tiffany's exposed pubic area. The girls on either
side of Tiffany knelt beside her. Each placed her mouth on one of the
teenager's pert breasts and began to nibble and suck on the highly erect
nipples. Carolyn wasn't sure but she thought she saw through the darkness
Tiffany's eyes cross in response to this part of the ceremony regarding her
firm young body.
Carolyn could not tear her eyes from the scene before her. What
was going on here? she wondered. This was just supposed to some sort of
religious initiation for Tiffany. She had heard stories from her cousins
who had gone to college about some of the terrible things they had to do
for acceptance into their sororities. Complete physicals, that sort of
thing, and given not by doctors either, but by the sorority members
themselves. It must be the same here, she thought. Now she had to watch
this in person. Oh my God! Well, this was what Tiffany wanted, and now
there she was, laying on her back completely naked and being examined by
a...a another woman! A naked woman at that! Two other women were now
washing her off with their tongues, for God's sake! And why are they
concentrating on her breasts like that? How dirty could they get? Her own
breasts tingled in response to the sight, her nipples becoming very erect
in their confining bra cups as she guiltily remembered her own weird
experience with Tamiko. Her heart beat was increasing and the room felt
increasingly stuffy. Carolyn crossed her arms over her chest to try and
quiet her breasts down.
My God! She was reacting to a physical exam being given to another
person! What was wrong with me? she wondered.
She stole another look in the darkness and could see the faces of
the other girls reflected in the dim candle light. They still looked
fascinated at the sight. She could tell! Well, they must really take
their physical fitness seriously here.
Actually, the other women in the room were really watching
something else. It was what they had in fact been secretly watching all
evening. It was the cool, beautiful Carolyn! They remembered how she had
reacted to the bathing suits, the Mai Tais, and finally Tamiko's sex talk.
They remembered how quickly Carolyn's body responded to Tamiko's actions in
the guest restroom. They observed her very carefully now. They saw
Carolyn's flushed face. They noted how she kept staring at Tiffany's
exposed pussy. They observed with pleasure the rapid rise and fall of
Carolyn's full chest, underneath the well-tailored suit jacket. The
normally very cool and collected Carolyn was not looking so very cool and
collected at all! There was a chance at Carolyn after all, and their eyes
met with knowing looks. It was why they agreed to do this in the first
place. Girls like Tiffany were true gold to this group of lesbians, but a
Carolyn only came along once or twice in a lifetime. In fact, they let
Tiffany join the group and come this night if only she could bring the
unaware Carolyn with her. It was her price of admission.
And so, here she was. A chance at the prime cherry, the ultimate
conquest. The group couldn't believe their luck!
Three lesbians moved to unobtrusively surround the unsuspecting
30-year old woman. Tamiko, nude and unobserved, was standing directly
behind her, with Samantha to the left and Fawn to the right of her, still
wearing their brief bikinis.
Carolyn was so mesmerized by Tiffany's medical inspection that she
first noticed Samantha and Fawn only when Fawn put an arm around her waist.
Carolyn jerked at the innocent contact but was too intent on what was
happening to Tiffany to say anything. She did not like it when anyone got
too physical with her.
"Do you find it exciting, Carolyn?" Fawn whispered. The presence
of the two semi-nude girls (they were now both topless) in such close
proximity to her was making her very uneasy.
"It's just a physical for a ceremony," Carolyn replied primly.
Carolyn jumped as each girl took hold of one of her arms. They
gently but firmly pulled them down from Carolyn's chest and placed them
around each girl's naked waist.
"What...are you doing? the surprised woman asked, her hands now
full of surprisingly warm, firm flesh.
"We just want a close look at your suit. It looks lovely. Nice
material, and it fits so well."
The girls ran their hands over the increasingly nervous Carolyn's
sides and back, tugging the jacket this way and that, as if they were
tailors testing the fit. She became specially nervous when they started
checking the buttons on the front of her double-breasted jacket.
Carolyn could feel her face becoming flush as the girl's hands
lingered at the buttons which were directly over her breasts.
"Are you hot? It's awfully warm in here. Are you hot, Carolyn?"
Fawn whispered in the woman's ear as Samantha deliberately unbuttoned the
top button of Carolyn's jacket.
"What?" the flustered woman whispered back, not sure that she had
heard correctly.
"I said, are you hot...?"
Carolyn, distracted because Samantha's arm was inadvertently
resting on her left breast, looked at Fawn but said nothing as Samantha
opened the remaining buttons and pulled the jacket front apart. Carolyn
became even more flushed.
"There, that better, isn't it?" cooed the seductive Fawn.
"Y...yes," gasped Carolyn, her mouth suddenly very dry.
"Can you see everything? Can you see how beautiful Tiffany is when
she is naked? You like Tiffany when she is naked, don't you, Carolyn?"
This time Carolyn nodded her head in a sudden jerk. Astonished at
herself, she realized that she did like to see Tiffany like that. What was
wrong with her tonight? She had never felt that way before about anyone.
"Do you see her pussy being licked?" Fawn whispered seductively,
brushing Carolyn's hair behind her ear, to give her more direct access.
She was leaning even closer to Carolyn's ear than before, deliberately
pressing her own lush body up against Carolyn's.
"Oh, my!" Carolyn was stunned. What kind of examination was this,
anyway?
"Why is she doing that?" she whispered, still shocked.
"Good test of the reflexes and general state of the central nervous
system," murmured Fawn. "Haven't you ever been checked there?"
Deeply embarrassed, the transfixed woman could at first only shake
her head.
"Never like that," she finally was able to whisper huskily.
Fawn released her hold from around Carolyn's waist while Samantha
pulled Carolyn's jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. At the same
time, Tamiko reached around from behind, undid the woman's thin belt, and
pulled it free of her well-tailored slacks.
Fawn and Samantha noted with glee that, even in the candle-lit
darkness, Carolyn's erect nipples were clearly visible through the woman's
thin blouse and bra.
Samantha left to place the carefully folded jacket and belt on a
chair in Tamiko's bedroom, and then returned to Carolyn's side. Now both
Samantha and Fawn had their arms around the woman's narrow waist. Their
hands gradually started moving on Carolyn's torso, especially feeling
around the area where Carolyn's blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband
of her slacks.
"Stop that," Carolyn said in a distracted way.
"Stop what?"
"You know. Don't be childish."
"Carolyn, really! I don't know what you are talking about?" Fawn
said softly in wide-eyed innocence as she and Samantha continued to play on
Carolyn's trim torso.
Meanwhile, as Fawn and Sam continued to mind-fuck Carolyn, Tamiko
was kneeling behind the flustered Greek girl. Tamiko could only marvel at
the evident quality of the woman now standing before her. Even from behind
in the candle-lit darkness, her beauty was obvious, and so was her pride.
She would be a worthy adversary for her.
Tamiko had spent the evening learning all she could about Miss
Lord, and she had found out a great deal of information, much more than
even Carolyn realized. The priceless opportunity of dildoing the helpless
Carolyn Lord from behind, even before the main event had even started, was
something that Tamiko will be thanking the gods for in years to come. Now
Tamiko knew exactly what Carolyn was wearing under her suit, especially the
aphrodisiac she had the opportunity to place in the crotchband of the
woman's panties. She knew that, after some bad Greek-male fumbling as a
teenager, and some later groping attempts of her at work, Carolyn Lord had
given up any idea of social interaction, including serious dating. Over
time, she had become so protective of her womanhood that no one could get
close enough to make even a worthwhile attempt. She was 30 years old and
(until very recently!) had never really had a sexual experience, simply
because she had never been with anyone who knew how to reach her as a
woman. Until now.
The Japanese composed herself, as any warrior would before a major
battle. She knew it was ridiculous, but at times like this she always
though of herself as Tamiko, Lesbian Samurai! As was her mother before
her! Banzi! she thought. It's pay-back time.
Tamiko reverently reached out to the perfect figure before
her. Slowly and with great skill, while using just the tips of her fingers,
Tamiko began a feather-light tracing of Carolyn's hips and thighs, which
were just barely delineated under the expensive thin material of her
slacks. She began on the woman's right flank. Tamiko's right hand walked
around Carolyn's thigh to her right buttock. She made a figure-8 pattern
as she ever so lightly moved her fingers over the firm half-moon before
her. Tamiko then lifted her hand and repeated the process on the left
buttock. Getting no response from the now totally distracted Carolyn,
Tamiko now used both hands, touching and moving, touching and moving, all
across the unaware woman's thighs and buttocks.
Carolyn didn't know what Fawn or Samantha wanted with her, but she
certainly didn't like the way they were acting so familiar with her body.
"I don't like to be touched," Carolyn told Fawn. "It's not right."
"But we're not touching you, are we, Samantha?" Fawn murmured as
she began to dip a finger in and out of the waist of Carolyn's slacks.
"No, of course we aren't," Samantha whispered as she nonchalantly
rubbed the area of Carolyn's stomach. "It's Tiffany who is being touched.
Watch her being touched, Carolyn."
"I said to stop what you're doing. I'm not like that."
"Not like what?"
"I'm not like other people. I don't like being touched."
"By men or by women?" Fawn innocently asked.
"I don't like being touched by anyone. But especially by men of
course!" Carolyn gasped with feeling. Too much happening too fast was
wearing Carolyn's nerves to a frazzle. She normally would never talk of
such private things, but tonight it just came spilling out.
"Men are always trying to touch me. I don't like it."
"Where are they trying to touch you?"
"In the office, at meetings, in a store. Anywhere and everywhere!
I hate it."
"No, I mean where on you are they trying to touch?"
"You mean on my...my body?" Carolyn dropped her head in
embarrassment. "Everywhere," she whispered with feeling.
"You mean like here..." Fawn's right hand closed over the tip of
Carolyn's full right breast hidden under her blouse and bra.
Carolyn nodded frantically. Oh my God! she thought. She's
touching my breast.
"...and here..." Fawn's left hand slipped down and cupped the
woman's firm right buttock.
Again, Carolyn could only nod frantically, hoping only that Fawn
would quickly remove her hands from her private places.
"When are they trying to touch you?" Fawn asked sympathetically as
she began to rhythmically squeeze Carolyn's breast and buttock.
Carolyn's mind went blank. She couldn't concentrate on anything
except on what Fawn's hands were doing to her. The room started spinning
and she couldn't get her breath. A woman was holding her and she didn't
know what to do!
"When? I would really like to know."
"What's wrong, Carolyn?"
"I...I can't think when you do that."
"Do what?"
Carolyn knew that her only salvation from Fawn hands was to answer
her impossible questions. If only she would keep her hands still for a
moment and let her get her breath back, but Fawn's hands kept moving, now
in a circular motion over her breast and buttocks.
"Touch me. When you touch me like that it is very distracting and
I don't like it. Please stop!"
Fawn gave Carolyn's superb ass and chest a final firm squeeze for
emphasis, and reluctantly pulled her hands away.
"It doesn't mean anything. We aren't men, Carolyn. We're just
girls. Here you are perfectly safe. You known when girls touch girls it's
just in friendship."
"Yes," responded Carolyn wearily, "I understand that. I just do
not like being touched by anyone, anywhere."
Fawn already had her arm around Carolyn's waist.
"But we're girls, Carolyn. Doesn't that make a difference?"
"I'm not a...a less.. I like men."
"Not a lesbian? Well, who around here is? "But you said they were
always trying to take advantage by touching you."
"That's right. Anytime, day or night. It doesn't matter with
them. They are always trying to touch my body."
We are doing this just for the initiation, so it shouldn't matter,
should it? You should not feel a thing. Remember, this is for Tiffany's
benefit."
"What?" asked the increasingly confused young woman.
Fawn thought for a moment, then realized that this was the
opportunity for which she had been waiting.
"Look, Carolyn. Samantha and I would much rather be helping with
Tiffany's ceremony, but we must stay with you and make sure that you are
checked out thoroughly. Tiffany has to be able to see everyone taking part
in the ceremony, everyone being examined, even if it is just a little.
Otherwise it will ruin everything," stated Fawn quietly yet firmly.
"Is this true?" Carolyn asked Samantha.
"Oh, yes. Absolutely," breathed the beautiful Samantha, her hand
now inside the front of Carolyn's silk blouse, rubbing the warm soft flesh
of her abdomen. "Tiffany's the star tonight, and we have to do everything
we can to make it work for her. We don't want to touch you at all. It's
just that we have to. And we have to make it seem convincing to Tiffany
for this to work at all."
"Oh," said the doubtful Carolyn. She couldn't think clearly
anymore. Too much was happening to her too fast and she had no clue as to
what to do about it. She wondered if she was really in over her head and
should just leave and phone her apologies in later.
Then, her old self-assurance took over. After going through this
far, just to back out now? No, she gave her word and would just have to go
through with it. More for Tamiko's sake (were was she, anyway?) than for
Tiffany's sake, she would have to make the supreme sacrifice and let
someone touch her for once, and then just for a brief moment in time. But,
she was in a room full of women, children really. What was she getting so
upset about?
Fawn was right. It doesn't really matter. They could never get to
her, never reach her. Not like the few men she had known who always tried
to do her. Thankfully, that was impossible here. It was silly of her even
to worry about it. In a room full of women, she was always safe.
"OK. I'll participate, but just a little. You may...examine me."
and there let the matter rest. Immediately after agreeing to it, she
regretted doing so. She agreed because she had been drinking too much,
feeling too much, watching too much. Emotions which she never suspected
having had picked tonight of all nights to storm her sensibilities. She
was angry with herself for even being in this apartment in the first place.
She didn't know these women, and she didn't really want to. They were
after all Tiffany's friends. She didn't like it, them touching her so
freely. She didn't like it at all, even if it wasn't sexual! But if she
let them do what they wanted, even for just a little bit of time, perhaps
they'll just get board and eventually leave her alone and go bother Tiffany
or someone. They are practically children after all. Or, even better, the
initiation will finally end and she can safely leave.
Having made her decision, all she could do now was just wait it
out. Besides, if these kids got out of control she would just have to put
them in their place, just like she's had to do with people who tried to
take advantage of her all her life. The decision made, she returned to the
surprisingly fascinating sight of Tiffany's naked body being thoroughly
inspected by other women. Especially, she wondered what could possibly be
taking Maria so long in inspecting Tiffany's crotch, and what was she doing
that was causing the teenager to moan so much?
"Listen to her, Carolyn," whispered Fawn. " What does it mean?
That's she's hot, is that what it means? It is so terribly warm in here.
Are you hot, too, Carolyn? Yes you are, aren't you?"
Carolyn could only nod her head. She was feeling terribly warn in
her tight, constricting clothing. She could feel the sweat forming on her
face and below her arms. She reached up to unbutton the high neck of her
blouse, but stopped. It wouldn't be proper to do that here. When she got
back to the safety of her own apartment, then she could relax.
What Carolyn didn't know was that when she turned down Tamiko's
bathing suit offer, the Japanese girl had reset the apartment's thermostat
from 70 to 80 degrees.
"Here, let me," Fawn murmured as she reached over and pulled off
Carolyn's scarf. As the scarf fell to the floor, Fawn said, "Now look up
and I'll get that top button for you."
Carolyn obediently obeyed the younger girl's command and looked at
the ceiling, because it was becoming so very warm in the apartment she
almost couldn't stand it. Fawn however unbuttoned not just the first, but
the top four buttons on the surprised Carolyn's blouse. Fawn and Samantha
now had an unrestricted view of the tops of Carolyn's breasts as they
entered her modest-cut bra. Fawn reached around and unfastened the
unresisting Carolyn's sleeve cuffs for good measure.
Her blouse was now open to her breasts, but Carolyn still found she
could not tear her eyes from Tiffany's continuing examination. Fawn's soft
continuous voice in her ear, speaking her innermost thoughts, was causing a
storm of unexplained emotion to whirl through her normally well-ordered
mind. She found herself powerless to resist it, even when it asked her the
most intimate of questions. If only the girl would stop taking and give
her a chance to think. But she kept talking softly on and on, saying the
most vile and disgusting things to her. She knew she should leave, but she
was somehow transfixed by the sight of Tiffany's initiation. She knew she
just couldn't leave until it was over.
Carolyn suddenly realized that her jacket was gone. She had no
memory of taking it off. But, as the whispering in her ear suggested, it
was increasingly warm in here and it did feel so much cooler without it.
Carolyn soon felt that the hands on her body, at first hesitant,
were becoming much bolder. Her protests did no good, for the hands would
just return whenever she moved them away.
The hands seemed determined to explore every inch of her untouched
body above the waist. Especially her breasts! Thankfully, they were
leaving her slacks alone.
No place was too intimate for their interest. Worse, they seemed
to be looking for a way in, a way to reach her body under her protective
clothing! To reach her inner-most self! Oh my, she thought worriedly.
Perhaps they wanted to really examine her, too!
Even insects seemed intent on exploring her body, her fevered mind
thought. There was something moving around her hips and legs that was
surprisingly persistent. As soon as one would land, walk around and then
take off, it or another would land somewhere else. She knew this place
wasn't near as clean as her own spotless apartment so when she felt them on
her hips and legs it did not surprise her. Sometimes she could feel more
than one, all moving very lightly yet boldly as bugs will across her behind
or up and down her legs. Worse, they were making her feel very tingly
where ever they landed. She would try to brush them away, but they
eventually always came back. Just like those summers she spent in Greece
during school breaks. Damned flies were everywhere! Carolyn finally quit
worrying about them, there was after all so much else going on, and left
them alone. If only they didn't affect me so much, she thought, feeling
the strange tingles radiating from her lower abdomen as the insects seemed
to take delight in walking over lower hips and upper thighs.
The problem was that between watching what was happening to
Tiffany, and the childish antics of Fawn and Samantha, she could think of
very little else. Her body was still tingling where Fawn had held her
earlier. She could clearly feel the burning imprint of the girl's hands,
as if they were still there, holding tightly to her privates.
During this time the girls around her had not been idle.
Regularly, a hand would dip into the tight waistband of her slacks and pull
out some of her tucked- in blouse. Carolyn would then absently tuck it
back in again, but there were soon so many other distractions going on for
her to worry about such childish things. Soon her blouse was completely
outside of her slacks.
What she didn't realize was that one of the hands reaching into her
slacks had unfastened the metal clasp to her waistband, then the front
button. Finally, another hand had carefully loosened the zipper. Each tug
on her waistband from then on lowered the zipper more and more, allowing
the slim hands of her assailants to penetrate ever deeper into her tailored
slacks. In time the front of her slacks became completely open, yet
unnoticed by the distracted Carolyn because it was covered by her loose
blouse. Soon the only things holding up Carolyn's slacks was a little
friction. With every move she made, the now loosened slacks became just a
little bit lower.
With the blouse now out, Tamiko felt free to finally start working
on Carolyn's cunt. Keeping her left hand moving on the woman's buttocks,
Tamiko walked her right hand around the inside of Carolyn's left thigh and
soon had her fingers dancing over the front of Carolyn's slacks. Keeping
below the opened zipper, Tamiko focused her attentions on the seam that ran
down from the zipper to the back of the slacks. Pressing lightly, Tamiko
could feel the indent of Carolyn's most secret place, her labia. Pressing
the delicate flesh in a subtle rhythm with her right finger tips, the girl
was eventually rewarded with tiny answering jerks from Carolyn's hips,
trying reflexively to meet more fully this new pleasing sensation. Tamiko
brought her left hand around and traced the prominent bulge of soft pubic
hair through the material of Carolyn's slacks and panties. She then placed
it alongside her right and it too joined in the subtle seduction of
Carolyn's cunt.
Totally oblivious to all that was going on around her, Carolyn
could only stare at the continuing increasing frenzied activity of the
golden-haired Tiffany. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that
Tiffany would react to another woman in this way.
Carolyn was starting to feel a strange sensation in her crotch. It
was like when she would be in a hurry as a teenager and forget to wear
anything below her slacks or shorts. She would get a strange itch between
her legs she couldn't dare scratch! By the end of the day she would be
quite wet, and almost out of control just from all the rubbing. That's why
she always made sure to be properly dressed at all times.
And now, on top of everything else, she had this itch to contend
with. She was getting such a feeling in her crotch and she couldn't
understand it. She was wearing her panties, and her slacks were not tight
at all, and yet that same somewhat delicious feeling was starting to build
in her vagina.
Oh, no! she thought. Of all the times for it to happen! She could
even feel her hips making tiny movements to deal with the sensation.
However unlikely, she wondered if it might have something to do with the
embarrassing antics of Fawn or Samantha, But, she was painfully aware that
their hands were on her blouse. They were not touching her anywhere below
her waist (they wouldn't dare!). She saw in the dim light that there was
no one else around them. She thankfully didn't see any small animals when
she first entered the apartment, either (once in Europe a dog had stuck his
nose up her miniskirt and she almost fainted!).
She didn't think anyone would notice her moving her hips such a
minute amount, and she had to do something to relieve the building
sensation. But, Carolyn was well aware that eventually she would have to
go to the bathroom and find the cause and correct it, regardless of how
good it was making her feel. She was well aware that her secret pleasure
was an itch that scratching only made worse.
With each tiny jerk of her hips, Tamiko felt Carolyn's slacks
descend just a tiny bit. After a time, as Tamiko increased her toying of
Carolyn's vulnerable cunt, Carolyn's hips jerked more and more, it was only
Tamiko's hands pressing into Carolyn's crotch held up the woman's slacks.
"Look at her breasts shake," Fawn continuing her seductive
whispering as they watched Tiffany twisting and jerking on the couch.
"Wonder what they feel like when that happens. What do your breasts feel
like when they shake, Carolyn? What do your breasts feel like right now?
They are very beautiful, you know. Are they swollen? Are they very
sensitive?"
"Can you feel this? Or this?" Fawn asked as she and Samantha began
to openly caress the high-set heaving orbs from the outside of the blouse.
The shaken Carolyn could again only nod as she felt the feather
touches of the girls' hands on her swollen breasts. The hands became
bolder, now squeezing the tender breast-flesh. Carolyn knew she should
stop them, but what they were doing to her really didn't matter right now.
She wasn't a lesbian after all. All she wanted to do was watch Tiffany get
initiated, and then leave here as quickly as possible.
The massage of her proud breasts continued. A few more buttons of
Carolyn's blouse were undone and the girl's soon were working directly on
the woman's breasts through her bra.
What was wrong with me? Carolyn wondered. My own breasts are
driving me crazy! They feel so swollen and sensitive. Why don't those
girls stop?
"Are your breasts sensitive, Carolyn? Mine sure are. Do yours
affect affecting you, sometimes?" Fawn purred. Carolyn could not believe
her body's reaction to the antics of Fawn and Samantha. How could Fawn
know that every touch on her over-sensitive breasts was driving her crazy.
"You can tell me."
Seeing how preoccupied Carolyn was with the fondling of her
breasts, Tamiko knew she had a free hand with the unsuspecting woman.
While Carolyn was busy focusing on the actions of Fawn and Samantha, Tamiko
carefully reached deep down into the back of Carolyn's open slacks until
she felt the thin elastic at the top of Carolyn's panties. She gently
pulled up on the panties, drawing the sheer material as deeply as she could
between Carolyn's fantastic buttocks. Twisting the waistband and legbands
together around her index finger, Tamiko continued to pull on the back of
Carolyn's panties, wanting them to become as deeply imbedded into the proud
woman's flesh as possible.
Tamiko then returned to what she liked to think of as her "Sensual
Butterfly" routine. But first, she carefully touched the front of
Carolyn's slacks below the opened zipper. She felt with satisfaction how
Carolyn's panties were now cruelly digging into the sensitive labia flesh.
With the crotchband now embedded, Tamiko had only the thin material of the
loosened slacks between her and Carolyn's increasingly responsive cunt.
Part IV
Carolyn soon felt a further indignity to her person. Her panties
had somehow worked their way into the crevice of her behind (she knew that
this was going to happen after well-meaning Tamiko had pulled them up too
high), leaving her ass-cheeks completely uncovered underneath her slacks.
Even worse, the crotchband of her panties was now putting a very strong
pressure on her vulva and she was starting to feel very wet down there. Oh,
damn! She had been so intent on her secret pleasure that she must have
worked her panties up. Now her secret pleasure was worse than ever. She
felt like such a slut.
More than anything else, she wanted to undo her slacks and fix her
underwear to a more comfortable and modest setting, but she couldn't! Not
with all of those women surrounding her! Besides, if they saw her fiddling
with her underwear they might even think she was being affected in some way
by all of the unusual activity going on here tonight.
She tried repeatedly to stop moving her hips, but something down
there was causing her to continue. Something she couldn't define, couldn't
locate. With Fawn and Samantha standing right next to her, she really
couldn't do anything without attracting their unwanted attention.
She was so nervous from the close, half-nude presence of Fawn and
Samantha that she found it impossible to stand still. She kept shifting
her weight from one leg to the other.
Because of Carolyn's constant movements, and some tugging by
Tamiko, her slacks had slowly worked their way down to the tops of her
thighs. Carolyn knew that something wasn't right with her slacks but
couldn't understand what it was. She looked down but her blouse covered
everything.
The perplexed Carolyn wasn't sure what was happening around her
waist, but she dared not move her arms to find out. Every time she took
her arms away from her chest, hands would appear as if by magic on her
breasts! At least once even her bra had become undone and she had to
refasten it. She felt that it was really time for her to leave, at least
to find the bathroom so she could mentally get herself together, to regain
control of her proud untouched body, but Samantha and Fawn were keeping a
close hold on her and she couldn't move.
She tried moving her legs, as she was shifting her weight from one
to the other in order to at least to try to relieve that strange pressure
building in her vagina caused by her bunched panties, when she noticed that
the tops of her legs seemed tied together somehow.
Carolyn's firm buttocks were fully exposed to Tamiko's lustful
gaze, the woman's panties still tightly drawn up into the narrow crevice.
She watched fascinated as the buttocks repeatedly tightened and relaxed as
the nervous Carolyn kept up her movements. Overcome with the sight, Tamiko
pursed her lips for a kiss, but instead blew a stream of cool air onto the
delectable mounds. As she heard Carolyn's gasp of surprise from above, she
saw to her delight the instant formation of goose-pimples across the
tantalizing expanse of round firm flesh.
"Oh my God!" Carolyn accidentally blurted out. That cool breeze
she just felt across her behind could only mean that her slacks were
slipping off! What a time for this to happen!
"What's wrong, Carolyn?" Samantha asked with great tenderness.
"Uh... Oh, nothing," the distraught woman muttered. No one must
have noticed yet, or they would surely have said something. Perhaps they
might have even taken advantage of her predicament if they knew, using this
to make fun of her! That would be especially intolerable with this group.
Children could be so cruel, sometimes.
The snap must have broken or something, she was always having
trouble with it. The slacks were really a size too large for her to wear
properly. If they would just leave her alone for a moment she could
discreetly bend down and quickly pull them back up again.
But Fawn and Samantha stayed right with her, still whispering
hidden forbidden things to her, still intend on their role of examining her
if only she gave them a chance.
"What about your nipples, Carolyn? Are they sensitive, too? Are
they hard?" asked Fawn as the girls now began to trace the clearly
protruding nipples.
Shocked by the sensation radiating from her touched nipples,
Carolyn quickly crossed her arms over her abused chest. When her covering
hands felt her bra instead of silk, she looked down and was shocked to
discover that her blouse was completely unbuttoned!
"So, they are sensitive, aren't they?"
Again, all Carolyn could do was nod her head, as her trembling
fingers fumbled with the opened buttons, trying to refasten them. How
could this have happened? She had almost been undressed by these two
kids--total strangers in a room full of semi-naked women! I must be losing
my mind, she thought. And how could this almost child-like woman Fawn know
so much about her intimate, private self? wondered the increasingly
befuddled Carolyn. It was as if she were inside my head, reading my
thoughts!
"I'll bet they're very sensitive," cooed Fawn, as she deliberately
licked Carolyn's well-formed ear.
Carolyn was rocked to the very core of her being. No one had ever
done that to her. She dropped her hands and forgot about her now
semi-opened blouse. She forgot about the half-felt sensations she had been
getting from her strangely sensitive vagina. She even forgot about Tiffany
and Maria. No one had ever been that intimate with her. She could only
stare dumfounded at the close smiling face of Fawn, shocked senseless by
the act and by her reaction to it.
After what Fawn had done to her, Carolyn couldn't help thinking
about her slacks. She could feel them slipping further and further down
her legs with every move she made. Soon they would be around her ankles
and her humiliation would be complete. She couldn't leave until they were
back were they belonged.
She couldn't help it any longer, she just had to tell someone. She
would tell the more sympathetic Samantha.
"Samantha, I need your help. It's my...my slacks. The snap must
have broken because they're falling down."
"Oh, honey. You poor thing. Let me check."
"No!" Carolyn cried. "I can do it..."
But Carolyn was too late. To the woman's extreme discomfort,
Samantha had already knelt in front of her and was looking at the fastener
of her slacks, having pulled the slacks down to Carolyn's ankles in the
process!
"Nooo!" the humiliated Carolyn moaned softly, so no one but
Samantha and Fawn could hear. "I can do it, really."
"Oh, no. It's no bother."
"Just let me pull..." Carolyn couldn't finish because she found
herself suddenly off balance. Samantha had reach behind the distressed
woman and pushed her left knee forward, making her off-balance. Carolyn
was forced to raise her left foot enough for Samantha to remove Carolyn's
left shoe and the left leg of her slacks. Carolyn quickly put her arms
around Fawn's slender waist for support. Fawn used Carolyn's distraction
to reach behind the woman and press Carolyn's body fully against hers.
Samantha meanwhile pushed the back of the off- balanced Carolyn's right
leg, and was soon standing in front of the mortified woman holding her
slacks and shoes.
Carolyn looked in dismay at Samantha, not realizing she was still
holding herself tightly to the semi-nude Fawn.
"Yes, the snaps gone all right," lied Samantha smoothly. "Zipper
looks a little ripped too. But don't worry, there's a sewing machine here
that can fix anything."
"I...I really should look at them myself. They are very
expensive."
"Don't worry. Tamiko is an excellent seamstress. That's what she
does when she's not in school."
"Well, if I could just take them myself into another room..."
"Carolyn!" Fawn said in a quiet yet commanding tone. "Let her
take them. Your place is here. Your here for Tiffany, remember."
"I can't just stand here undressed like this. I feel so exposed!"
she said despondently as she watched Samantha take her clothes down the
hall towards the bedroom. In her despair she pressed her body ever tighter
to the secretly exalting Fawn.
"Let me go with her. Please..."
Fawn started to kiss the distraught Carolyn on the neck.
"Why? Why is it so important to you to leave now?"
"Because you're all driving me crazy, that's why! What is going on
here? My head's swimming. I can't think anymore. I can't even breathe!
And I keep losing my clothes! What is happening here? I don't
understand!"
"Easy, honey," Fawn murmured as she continued to nibble on
Carolyn's sleek aristocratic neck.
Tamiko slid her right small hand between the tops of the Greek
girl's soft inner thighs. She found that the crotchband of Carolyn's
panties, still cruelly embedded into her sensitive cuntal flesh, were
completely soaked with vaginal lubricants. Not satisfied, using her middle
finger Tamiko tucked the material directly into the steaming vagina, until
all that remained was a thin band of elastic running down the center of the
stunned woman's crotch.
"I have to leave..." Carolyn moaned, helpless.
"You're safe here," Fawn said as her hands moved down Carolyn's
back to her flaring hips. She then began kneading each firm buttock
through the over-hanging blouse.
Tamiko began working the panties' waistband slowly down the
trembling woman's hips, stopping so that the band was just above Carolyn's
lush pubic growth.
"Why...are you doing that?" Carolyn gasped. "Please stop it."
"Doing what, baby?" Fawn innocently replied, her mouth pressed
hotly against the trembling Carolyn's neck.
"What you are doing to...to me. To my...to my body. It...it makes
me want to melt."
"Haven't you ever felt this way before?" Fawn whispered as she
continued working, dragging her lips moistly slowly over the hypersensitive
neck, her hands deliberately squeezing the firm buttocks through the shirt.
Feeling a signal from Tamiko, she moved her hands away from the delicious
buttocks and had them firmly move up and down Carolyn's back as Tamiko once
more started Carolyn's panties on their downward journey.
"No, not ever. Please, you must stop. I can't think when you do
that..." Carolyn lapsed into silence as she continued to be overwhelmed
with sensations.
"Carolyn, you have to stay for Tiffany," whispered Fawn between
kisses. "If she sees you leave for any reason, it will spoil everything!
It's very dark in here. Besides, your blouse is long enough that it acts
like a skirt. Everything's covered, really! See?"
Fawn slid her right hand from Carolyn's back to a spot directly
over the front of Carolyn's blouse. To Carolyn's despair, Fawn slid her
hand from the bottom hemline up over the front of Carolyn's half-open
blouse, pausing to press her hand deliberately over her bulging pubic
mound, her fingers directly on Carolyn's abused pussy lips, covered now
only by the blouse's the thin material.
"Oh!" Carolyn gasped as she felt Fawn's hand on her most intimate
of places. No had ever deliberately touched her there before. Carolyn
almost collapsed when she realized that Fawn's hand wasn't moving away. It
remained there! OH MY GOD! her mind screamed. She was being held by her
pussy!
"See? What did I tell you? No one can see," the victorious Fawn
murmured sweetly, pressing her hand firmly against Carolyn's steaming
crotch, her fingers working the soft labia.
"But you're not supposed to..." The humiliated Carolyn couldn't
tell Fawn that she was holding her by her crotch!
Fawn's hand continued its deliberate manipulation of Carolyn's
helpless pussy. The confused Greek-American could only hold Fawn in
desperation as what was happening between her legs tried to take over her
very being.
"Yes, yes! I believe you!" the woman finally gasped, desperate for
the girl to remove her hand. "You're right. Nothing shows!"
To Carolyn's infinite relief, Fawn's hand finally resumed its
journey, moving up between the two tightly pressed women. It went up over
Carolyn's soft stomach, past her full breasts until it rested on her left
cheek. In Carolyn's highly flustered state, she didn't even notice that
Fawn had used the opportunity to once again completely unbutton her blouse.
Carolyn felt close to the end. Fawn's hand had nearly overwhelmed
her. She must leave this place before it was too late for her, yet she
couldn't go without her clothes. Carolyn knew that, despite what Fawn was
saying, her blouse wasn't that long at all. It barely came to the tops of
her thighs. She couldn't even sit down now without everything showing!
This was just great! She'll have to stand until Tamiko (where was she,
anyway?) returned with her slacks. And who knows when that will be! She
knew she was still in control of the situation, but she wasn't sure for how
long. Her body was rapidly going in fact out of control, acting in ways
she never knew possible.
Tamiko continued to remove the totally distracted Carolyn's
panties. She lowered the back of the waistband, gently pulling on the
material out which had been embedded between the crack in the woman's ass.
Next, she lowered the front, and carefully began removing all of the
material from between Carolyn's now swollen pussy lips.
Carolyn stood there, conscious of sweat pouring from her every
pore. She knew that what few clothes she had left were quite soaked. Her
wet bra was becoming terribly uncomfortable, her swollen breasts feeling
very sore from the constant manipulation from her two companions. Carolyn
found she was having trouble breathing, having been reduced to simply
gasping for air, her chest fighting the tight constriction of her bra
strap.
Her panties felt very wet as well, but at least they didn't feel
quite so tight anymore. Even the bunched fabric was thankfully no longer
pressing deep into her.
Carolyn continued to cling to the girl in front of her. She no
longer really heard or cared what the continuously whispering girl was
saying. Fawn had established a direct line into Carolyn's brain and
Carolyn couldn't do a thing about it.
When she found her bra undone for the umpteenth time that night,
Carolyn didn't really care anymore. For the moment she was just grateful
to be free of its terrible constriction. She would fix it in a moment.
Now she felt someone's hands pushing her bra cups away from her
breasts. Her long suffering breasts were exposed at last into the hot air
of the apartment. Framed by the open blouse and now-useless bra, her
stiffened over-heated breasts seemed to seek the night air eagerly. The
nipples, excruciatingly stiff and sensitive, grew even longer in their
new-found freedom.
In her relief at momentarily being free of her tight, constricting
bra, Carolyn forgot that her proud breasts were now defenseless.
Her one moment of comfort was abruptly shattered when the true
assault on her hyper-sensitive nipples began.
Samantha gently tormented Carolyn's left nipple. She grasped the
erect tissue between her pure white teeth. She then slowly bit down until
Carolyn cried out a little in pain. By moving her head, she twisted the
nipple first left then right, then tugged playfully on it until Carolyn's
entire breast became taut, her nipple feeling as if it were supporting the
entire weight of her full breast. The times that Samantha would
momentarily release her bite, Carolyn's nipple would seem to become even
more erect, as if (to Carolyn's dismay) it enjoyed this strange and
unaccustomed attention.
The reason that Carolyn didn't protest this outrageous conduct
against her person was because of what Fawn was doing to Carolyn's right
nipple.
While Samantha was carefully tormenting Carolyn's left nipple, Fawn
was gently loving the other. Fawn suckled on the erect nipple, when she
wasn't tweaking it gently between her slender fingers. She would
periodically bathe the hard nipple in her warm saliva, being careful to
include to surrounding areola as well. This nipple too responded in an
astounding way to Fawn's careful ministrations.
The sensations radiating from her vulnerable nipples shot through
Carolyn's entire over-stimulated body like lightning. Even Tamiko's
half-sensed and increasingly bold (yet still undetected) workings on her
most private of places were totally drowned out by this new raging torrent
of sensations.
For once in her life, the always-in-control Carolyn didn't know
what to do! This dual assault on her breasts was driving her crazy! Not
just that, but the girls' hands now seemed to be everywhere on her,
although they still seemed to be especially fascinated by her poor breasts
and nipples. Somehow she knew that they had by now even gotten into her
panties. She could feel how probably Samantha had dipped her hands under
the elastic waistband her panties and was now kneading her buttock-flesh
directly. Someone's hands were actually touching her increasingly
sensitive buttocks!
Even her most private of areas, her vulva and vagina, was not
immune to their reach. She was now sure that something was definitely
happening there, but what it was her bewildered mind had not a clue.
Oh, damn this stupid idea of hers! It was just to have that silly
bitch Tiffany become part of a group, but it was really spinning out of
control. All she could do was to cling to Fawn like a drowning person
would cling to a raft, as Fawn and Samantha continued to drive her mad.
Carolyn knew that her ordeal would end only when Tiffany's
initiation was complete. And the way Tiffany was reacting, this could go
on all night!
Tiffany felt totally drained. Covered in sweat and vaginal fluid,
she lay sprawled in a warm glow of total satisfaction on the couch, not
caring for the moment of her surroundings. Her simple acts of juvenile
masturbation were nothing compared to the mind-blowing experience of this
evening. Already, the first twinges of guilt were entering her mind. She
was only beginning to realize that, like it or not, she had just given
herself totally to a group of women! My God! she thought. She had never
even thought about doing it with one, let alone a group! And what if it
shows in the morning? What could she do then? How would she ever face her
parents after that?
Finally, the sound of a woman's groaning caused her to thankfully
leave her disquieting thoughts. She sat up and looked around the
apartment. In her part of the room, she was alone. However, she noticed
in the semi-darkness that there was a large crowd of naked women over in
that part of the room where she had last seen Carolyn Lord.
She rose from the couch and padded barefoot over to the group.
Maria turned her head and, smiling, indicated that Tiffany should come and
stand with her. Cautiously, Tiffany went to stand with her new friend, in
fact (as she now remembered the group's term) her new sister.
When she reached Maria, the woman silently indicated that Tiffany
should stand in front of her. As soon as she did so, she was finally able
to see what was going on and gasped with shock and delight at the sight.
Carolyn Lord stood almost naked, in the center of a semi-circle of
nude women, virtually surrounded by three girls. The non-involved watchers
all seemed to be either touching themselves or someone else as they stared
fascinated at the scene.
The girl directly facing Carolyn, to whom the dazed woman seemed to
be hanging on to desperately, moved to the side, thereby giving the group a
better view of the action. Carolyn was only wearing her blouse, which
Tiffany saw was completely unbuttoned. Through the open blouse she saw
that Carolyn's bra was undone and that two hands covered her breasts. Her
panties had been lowered to her thighs and there was another hand between
her thighs coming from behind now over her pubic area.
As the dumbfounded Tiffany watched Carolyn being worked on by the
three lesbians, Maria pressed her nude form directly onto the teenager's
body standing in front of her. Maria reached around the naked girl to
grasp and contentedly knead Tiffany's pert breasts as they both waited for
the glorious finale.
Carolyn felt her knees go weak. She knew she must break free of
this torment or she would soon collapse to the floor. She must leave. She
must!
Tamiko gazed in rapture at the firm naked buttocks quivering before
her eyes, the now useless panties half-way down Carolyn's thighs, and
decided that it wasn't such a bad job at that. Even if it did represent
only a single evening's work, this proud Greek-American bitch was a fitting
trophy to her skills. She who never even knew who or what had hit her!
Tamiko decided suddenly that it was Carolyn's time. While her left
hand pushed three slim fingers deep into Carolyn's grasping vagina, her
right hand reached underneath and, for the first time, paid loving tribute
to Carolyn's clitoris.
"AAAaaahhhhh!" Carolyn's cunt consumed her totally! Her legs
buckled and she almost fell. She was completely unable to do anything now
except ride out the searing waves of raw sensation that was flooding her
very being, as her vagina clamped strongly at the invading fingers.
Sensations were flooding the inexperienced Carolyn. She felt that
if she couldn't sit down soon she would faint on the spot. Drawing on a
surprising reserve of strength, she gasped "NO!" and broke free of the
deadly grasp of Samantha and Fawn. Holding her unbuttoned blouse closed
she staggered stiff- legged over to a nearby chair. As she moved off, the
startled Tamiko withdrew her hand from Carolyn's vagina. She just had
enough time to give Carolyn's lowered panties a quick pull and they fell
unheeded down the moving Carolyn's legs.
Tamiko looked at the useless panties lying on the floor with a
quiet satisfaction. Finally! she thought. This woman is mine! Later she
would carefully clean them and add them to her collection. For now,
however, there was the final movement to be played in tonight's concert.
Her very being sundered by unbelievable sensations, desperate for a
respite from the constant stimulation her body had been receiving the
entire evening, Carolyn stood trembling behind the chair, clutching the
chair back desperately with both hands. The top of her head was spinning
so badly it was all she could do to remain standing. She felt as if her
soul was close to literally exploding, and there was nothing she could do
to control it. She desperately needed time regain control of herself. Her
over-stimulated body was screaming for release of the sexual tension which
had been deliberately built within her from the moment she entered the
apartment.
If only they would leave her alone! Carolyn had never really liked
her body and went to great lengths to keep it under her absolute control.
But tonight was somehow different. Her body was anything but in her
control. She could only feverishly hope that no one would touch her any
more, because if they did-- she knew she was lost!
Tamiko walked up behind the unsuspecting woman. Here comes the
pay-off, you stuck-up American bitch, she thought gleefully.
"Carolyn, honey", purred the Japanese exchange student. "You look
tired. Why don't you sit in the chair and rest a while?"
She reached around Carolyn and pulled both sides of her open blouse
back off of her shoulders.
"Wha.?" asked the shaken Carolyn.
"Sit down, honey," Tamiko said as she pulled the blouse still
further off of the trembling woman.
Carolyn dimly realized that her new friend Tamiko was talking to
her, telling her to sit down. She numbly nodded, and walked carefully
around the chair, headless of her blouse now lying on the floor behind her.
Carolyn sank gratefully onto the chair, only to gasp in surprise as
the cool satin fabric came into direct contact with the bare super-heated
flesh of her unbelievably sensitive vulva. Oh my God, she thought wearily.
Now my panties are gone. She then felt the chair's fabric on flesh of her
back. My blouse is gone, too. What on earth was happening to me? she
wondered.
Seated on the chair, covered in sweat and in just her unfastened
bra, Carolyn knew that she must look a sight. What happened to my clothes,
her stunned mind wondered. I know I was fully dressed when I came here.
What happened? Tamiko must help me find my clothes and then I can get
dressed, she thought. Just as the room stops spinning and her electrified
body calms down.
Yet, in spite of everything, Carolyn still knew she was safe.
Tamiko had unexpectedly shown up once again to take care of her.
As her overcharged mind reeled with the fact of her nakedness,
Tamiko and her cohorts moved in on the stunned Carolyn for the kill.
The Oriental stood triumphant in front of the dazed woman. The
nude Tamiko gazed deeply into the beautiful yet vacant eyes of the woman
seated before her. She coolly pushed Carolyn's opened bra straps off her
smooth shoulders and down her unresisting arms.
Carolyn Lord was now totally naked. Even her sensible jewelry had
been carefully removed by the girls during the course of the evening.
Tamiko seated herself on her haunches directly in front of
Carolyn's primly closed knees.
Carolyn sat spellbound and could do nothing as Tamiko easily opened
Carolyn's knees and spread her thighs far apart.
"I'm a good girl," Carolyn instinctively whispered.
Tamiko sat back to savor one final look, before sending this proud
American bitch down a path from which she could never recover, or would
want too.
Carolyn, naked and covered in sweat, sat with her back erect, her
carriage still one of royalty before commoners. Her shoulders back, her
perfect breasts thrust proudly into the darkness of the apartment, the
nipples looking painfully distended.
Recognizing a familiar sour-sweet odor, Tamiko moved her right hand
carefully between Carolyn's widespread thighs and confirmed that a growing
puddle of vaginal fluids was forming on the seat cover.
Carolyn sensed that something important was going to happen, but
had no idea what it was to be. She was vaguely conscious of someone seated
directly in front of her, but that was all. She simply sat, gasping for
air as she tried desperately to get her breath back under control and hope
that-in ways she was beyond understanding-that her body did not betray her.
For the moment, it was all she was capable of doing.
Tamiko slid both of her hands around Carolyn's narrow waist and
placed them on the tops of her bare buttocks. With one swift pull,
Carolyn, her bottom thoroughly lubricated by her body's fluids, slid easily
across the chair's seat toward the waiting Tamiko.
"OH!" gasped the shattered Carolyn. What was going on now? she
wondered.
Tamiko positioned her so that she was seated on the very edge of
the chair, her vulnerable pussy now directly in front of Tamiko's eager
face.
"I'm a good girl," Carolyn repeated. It was her last defense.
"I know, honey," replied Tamiko, not unkindly. "That's why I like
you so much."
Tamiko then fastened her mouth on Carolyn's delicious cunt and
Carolyn went mad!
Now past the point of conscious thought, Carolyn only knew that her
crotch had been plugged into an electric outlet and it was driving her
insane!
Her body jumped and shook, her hips bucking wildly, but Tamiko
never loosened her grip on the prize she had sought all evening. Her
tongue went deep into the hot, tight passage, her teeth nibbled on the
swollen vulva of her struggling victim.
Carolyn's gyrations finally caused her to fall from the chair onto
the thick carpet below. On the floor she found herself too winded to move.
Taking advantage of this, Tamiko redoubled her efforts,
concentrating on the woman's erect clitoris. Carolyn could only lie there
and moan, her mind finally carried away to other lands.
The other girls, seeing the change in Carolyn's behavior, joint
Tamiko on the floor. Soon there was not a part of Carolyn's body which did
not have a sucking mouth, bathing tongue, or caressing hand upon it.
Fueled by pure sexual energy, Carolyn's back began to arch, until only her
hands and feet were still touching the carpet. Her sensuous body, so long
denighed any kind of sexual release, had taken over. Carolyn was awash in
the unfamiliar domain of sexual pleasure, and her body was loving it.
Her precious well ordered world, was gone. Her once
well-disciplined body now existed only for what was happening in her
vagina. Her proud breasts, bouncing quite freely on her chest, were
constantly being caressed and even sucked with impunity. Her normally
immaculate appearance had been reduced to sweat-soaked nudity. She could
think of nothing. Not her humiliating exposure at the hands of these
formidable girls, not Tiffany, not even escape. Nothing.
All her body wanted was for the unholy fires which were consuming
her loins to be put out, regardless of how it was to be done.
In the end her body won and the unthinking Carolyn grabbed Tamiko's
head, trying to force it deeper into her hungry cunt. She moved her
bucking hips forward to enhance the contact as much as possible. Tamiko
joyfully rode the whirlwind as she reveled in her victory over this proud
woman, to the applause and cheers of the other girls in the group.
"Yes, YES!" the crazed Carolyn screamed, all ability at rational
thought long lost to the searing emotions coming from her cunt.
Tamiko could sense everyone's impatience to get the magnificent
Carolyn started on her journey, but that was the trouble with life over
here. No one wanted to take the proper time for anything. Holding firmly
to the bucking Carolyn's hips, she decided that perhaps they were right
after all.
Well, when in Rome! Tamiko sighed to herself. Her almond-shaped
eyes glittered as the Japanese girl led Carolyn over the edge with a final
strategic flip of the tongue.
"AAAaahhhhhh!" screamed Carolyn as her first orgasm hit her like an
express train! Her back arched even higher off of the floor than before,
her vibrating body suddenly shaking off all of her tormentors, except the
tenacious Tamiko. Carolyn's vaginal walls clenched so tightly that her
freely flowing lubricating fluids sprayed like a fountain into Tamiko's
face, who took a brief moment to hungrily lap up the honey-flavored liquid.
Still bowed over the floor, Tamiko quickly brought the quaking Carolyn to
her second orgasm before she had even finished recovering from her first.
The girls could only watch in awe as Carolyn was brought by the
skilled Tamiko to climax again and again, her glorious body shaking and
quivering in uncontrolled ecstasy.
It was after her fifth orgasm, finally overwhelmed by her own
emotions, when the impeccable Miss Carolyn Lord collapsed spread-eagle and
unconscious on the carpet. She lay there, naked, saliva drooling from her
open mouth, her hair matted in disarray to her head, her magnificent body
glistening in the candlelight from its covering of various bodily fluids,
in an apartment filled with applauding and laughing nude women.
As was the group's custom, the girls then took turns between
Carolyn's wide- spread thighs, licking up the flowing vaginal fluids coming
from her still pulsating cunt, before heading down to the pool for a
relaxing swim. Secure in the knowledge that she wouldn't be going anywhere
by herself for quite some time, they left Carolyn alone in the apartment,
sprawled naked on the living room floor.
Before they left, they took some very good photographs of her for
the group's scrapbook.
Part V
When the bewildered Carolyn Lord regained her senses, she knew
either her head, the room or both were spinning like crazy. She was almost
certain she was lying on her back on a very comfortable bed in a darkened
room, covered with a single sheet and feeling very cozy. Beyond that,
things were a little fuzzy. The one thing she was sure of, however, was
that between her legs, her pussy was feeling especially pleasant. In fact,
she noticed that it was positively tingling.
"Ooooohhh," she murmured. "That feels sooo good!" She moved her
hips slightly, repeatedly, trying to heighten the sensation. She remained
like that for quite some time, simply content to lay there, moving her hips
and enjoying the wonderful sensations her lower belly was radiating all
through her body.
It took her a little longer to realize that her clothes were gone
and she was naked under the sheet. Strange. She never slept naked at her
apartment, but perhaps she should start. There was something to be said
for the feel of silk sheets covering her sensitive body. She could even
feel her nipples standing very stiff and erect under the thin sheet.
It was some time after that she realized she wasn't alone. She
tried closing her legs, but something big was between them. She looked
towards the foot of the bed and could just make out in the darkness a large
lump under the sheet, right between her legs!
"Oh my God!" There was a big dog in bed with her! Doing something
to her pussy!
She started to get up when she heard a high-pitched giggle, and
Carolyn realized with horror that it was a woman! A unknown woman was
between her legs! Touching her!!
What a nightmare! She must get her clothes and get out of here.
Fast!
But the woman wouldn't let her go! The woman held the struggling
Carolyn firmly around the waist as she proceeded to show the anguished
Carolyn all that she knew about oral lovemaking, which was considerable..
Carolyn's hips bucked and twisted, her hands desperately trying to
push the head away from her most private of places, but it was no use. Her
assailant clung tenaciously to the shapely rocking hips, her mouth making
the most of her uninterrupted contact with Carolyn's inexperienced vagina.
Carolyn stopped struggling after her orgasm, stunned at what had
just happened to her. Confused and disoriented after such a rude
awakening, she vaguely hoped that now her ravisher, having abused her and
presumably got what she wanted, would now leave her alone. But Carolyn
noticed with horror that the stranger had not moved from between her legs.
Tamiko was just getting started. She enjoyed playing tricks like
this on unsuspecting Gaijin, especially this one-- the always-in-control
and very proper Carolyn Lord. For her, this was the beginning of a,
hopefully, very long relationship of which the delectable Ms. Lord would
spend in a state of considerable undress, doing her bidding.
Carolyn's body writhed and shook as Tamiko continued to practice an
experienced and enthusiastic form of cunnilingus on the helpless woman.
After the fifth orgasm had rocked her to her very soul, the
exhausted Carolyn mercifully passed out, again!
When she finally awoke late in the morning on Saturday, Carolyn had
no idea where she was. She only knew that her body felt sore, like it
always did when she would over-do it at her health club, and she had a
terrible headache. Her mouth was surprisingly dry, as if she was extremely
dehydrated from too much drinking, and she felt terribly nauseous. Even
the light pouring in from the window was causing her distress.
She suddenly sat up in bed, her top sheet falling heedless away
from her naked form, as those events (those few she could remember, anyway)
of the past evening returned to her clouded yet horrified mind! True, the
events seemed so unreal and fantastic that she doubted her own memory.
But, for Carolyn it was enough!
"JESUS CHRIST!" she cried.
Quickly, she jumped out of the bed, leaving the sheets crumpled on
the bed. Nude, she staggered around the bedroom until she found the
adjoining bathroom and quietly vomited into the toilet.
She stood up when she was finished, feeling much relieved. Maybe
that was it, she thought. Perhaps she had just eaten the wrong thing
yesterday and it gave her strange nightmares. She suddenly became very
anxious to remove all evidence of last night. She quickly flushed the
toilet, and grabbed the first tooth brush and tube of tooth paste she could
find and proceeded to clean out her foul mouth. Afterwards, she ducked
into the shower and just stood there, letting the water pour over her,
first as hot and then as cold as she could stand it. Feeling a little more
human after her shower, she returned to the bedroom, determined to get
dressed and leave this terrible place as quickly as possible. Those things
could not have happened, she thought. There must be some logical
explanation. She was a good girl and would never even think of doing such
things, let alone allowing such things to happen to her. It must have been
some kind of very realistic nightmare. Either way, the less of these
people she had to deal with the better!
Thankfully, she found her suit hanging neatly on a hook beside the
bedroom door, her shoes directly underneath. However, she couldn't find
her blouse or underwear. Fortunately, her slacks had been repaired in the
night. Not wanting to wait and search, she put on what clothes she had,
wanting only to leave this place as quickly as possible, and not really
caring what she looked like while she did so. As far as she was concerned,
Tiffany could bring them to her later, or they could even mail them.
Carolyn looked at the bathroom mirror and sighed. She knew she was
showing a great deal of cleavage; and that it was painfully obvious to
anyone who cared to look that she was wearing nothing under her jacket.
But it couldn't be helped. Besides, she would only be at risk until she
reached her car and then her apartment.
She took a comb from the dresser and ran a few quick sweeps through
her damp hair, to give her at least a semblance of respectability. She
left the bedroom and quickly walked down the long hall leading towards a
small foyer and the front door.
Her unencumbered breasts gently shook beneath the jacket, her
highly sensitive nipples rubbing against the smooth lining. A tickling
sensation came from where her slacks pressed against her naked vulva,
probably a seam she never noticed before rubbing directly over her
highly-sensitive pussy lips. She could feel her over-worked and now
traitorous body already responding to these new stimuli.
"Oh, God! Will this never end?" she muttered as she stopped in the
hall to try and collect herself. She heard someone moving about in the
front room and wanted to be ready. All she had to do was find her purse
and she was out of there!
Crossing her arms below her chest to keep her breasts from moving,
Carolyn walked erect and proud into the front room.
The room was empty. She looked quickly for her purse but couldn't
find it. In desperation, she started going through the hall closet, then
remembered someone had taken it into the kitchen for safekeeping.
Carolyn found Tamiko in the kitchen, dressed in a terrycloth robe,
sitting at the counter, having coffee.
"Good morning, lazybones!" Tamiko said brightly. "Care for some
coffee?"
"No, thank you," Carolyn said, coldly. "I'm just looking for my
purse. Is Tiffany here?"
"No, everyone cleared out early this morning. I think Maria gave
her a lift back to her dorm. She had a marvelous time, by the way, and
can't wait to tell you all about it when she sees you at work."
Silence followed while Carolyn made a half-hearted attempt to
locate her missing handbag, all the time trying to avoid the stare of the
girl. If only she could be sure how good a friend Tamiko really was, she
thought.
"About last night..." began Tamiko.
"Yes."
"What did you think of our little ceremony?"
"I can't think very clearly this morning. My head hurts for some
reason and I really don't remember much about it. I just want my purse and
to leave, thank you." She said coldly.
"It's right there on the counter."
Carolyn saw her lying in plain view on the kitchen counter.
Feeling foolish, she grabbed it and started to walk out of the kitchenette.
"You mean you can't remember anything from last night?" Tamiko
called to Carolyn's back.
Carolyn stopped. Memories of the past evening began flooding her
mind. She turned to face Tamiko.
"I remember Tiffany being...examined." Carolyn started to feel
very uncomfortable being here.
"And..." Tamiko added, helpfully.
"And two of your friends, Fawn and Samantha, stayed with me the
entire evening. They kept trying to...to...touch...and...and...take my
clothes off."
"Why would they want to do that? With your clothes, I mean."
"Well. I remember that I was very warm. Later, I had trouble with
my slacks and Samantha took them to be fixed."
"Here, sit down. Have some coffee."
As Tamiko got up for the coffee, the tired Carolyn returned to the
counter. Coffee would be good, she thought. Some of previous feelings of
affection for this little Japanese girl from the night before were slowly
returning to her. Tamiko is always looking out for me, she thought.
Gratefully, she sank onto one of the stools at the counter.
"Oh my!" gasped the surprised Carolyn as something fuzzy wrapped
itself around her crotch.
"Are you all right?"
"Oh, yes. Just tired." Must be some loose threads, she thought,
from Tamiko's repair work. She will take a look at her slacks this weekend
when there's time. But, my goodness. What a feeling! It will be a relief
to change out of these. She couldn't go around feeling like that all day.
"And were they?"
"What?"
"Were your slacks repaired?"
"Yes, they were. Good as new in fact," Carolyn lied. They were
fine, except for that spool of thread or something you left in the crotch,
she thought Still, she at least attempted to fix them.
"Thank you. Sam had said that you were a good seamstress."
"You are welcome. What happened after your slacks?"
"The last thing I remember was Sam taking my slacks away.
Everything after that is a total blank, except for..."
"Except for what?"
"I...can't tell you. It's very embarrassing. I've never...I've
never felt so ashamed." sobbed Carolyn as she broke down on her stool.
"Come with me," gently commanded Tamiko. She led the distressed
Carolyn by the shoulder over to one of room's plush couches.
Tamiko settled the crying Carolyn on the couch, then went for a box
of tissues and their coffee mugs. When she seated herself next to the
sobbing woman, Carolyn immediately turned and through her arms around the
waiting Tamiko.
"Now, now. Tell me all about it. I'm sure it's nothing at all,"
said Tamiko, as she tried to reassure the stricken woman as she gave
Carolyn the first of many face tissues.
Carolyn hugged her friend tightly, unable to speak through her
sobbing of the unthinkable things she was sure had happened to her last
night. She just continued to clutch Tamiko and cried. After a moment, she
felt Tamiko's hands moving between them, and the buttons of her jacket
becoming open.
"What are you doing?" Carolyn sniffed between sobs, still unable to
relinquish her hold on Tamiko.
"Your crying all over your jacket. This is too nice to ruin like
that," Tamiko said quietly, as she quickly unbuttoned the remaining
buttons. "Come on, lean back. This has to come off."
"Yes, your right," sobbed Carolyn as she obediently leaned
backward. Tamiko pulled the opened jacket off of Carolyn's shoulders and
down her arms. She folded the jacket carefully and placed it on the coffee
table in front of them.
Carolyn immediately returned to holding Tamiko tightly, careless of
the fact that she was now nude above the waist. She was finally getting
her crying almost under control when she felt something at her waist, and
then heard the sound of a zipper. She suddenly realized that Tamiko had
now unfastened her slacks.
"Your starting to ruin these as well. So, off they go!"
"Do they have to?" inquired Carolyn meekly, between sobs. In her
reason- shattered mind, she knew only that the sole person who offered her
any concern or comfort lately was this sincere Japanese girl. Because of
that, her dependence on Tamiko had grown so quickly that she was prepared
to do whatever she wished. Yet, she still felt uneasy. Oh My! she
thought. I remember now- no undies!
"But I'm not wearing any..."
"Yes, I know. But, your slacks must come off. Don't worry about
underwear, I've seen you before, remember? Now, lift."
Carolyn, rocked at this most casual reminder of the most
embarrassing moment in her life, could only hang her head in shame and
passively raise her hips to allowed Tamiko to pull her slacks down past her
hips. The slacks quickly made their way down her thighs and off her legs.
Carolyn saw that the girl had removed her shoes for good measure.
At least Tamiko was keeping her clothes close for a change, she
thought numbly, as she automatically covered her pubes and breasts. Her
slacks were carefully folded and joined the jacket on the table. Her shoes
were placed alongside the couch.
Tamiko returned to her place alongside the stricken woman. Carolyn
sat primly, right arm across her breasts, left hand over her pubic area,
legs tightly pressed together, while the tears continued to flow down her
high-set cheeks.
Carolyn felt Tamiko's arm extend comfortingly around her shoulders
and she let the Japanese girl pull her against her, so that they were now
seated chest-to- chest, with Carolyn's arms trapped awkwardly in front of
her.
"What's wrong, honey?" Tamiko asked quietly.
"Something happened to me last night, and I...don't know what it
was. I can't remember anything! Plus, I'm...I'm not even dressed,"
Carolyn wailed.
"That's all right, honey. It's not important. Let me show you,"
Tamiko said reasonably, as she slipped out of her own robe. "Now, I'm not
dressed either. Is this so bad?" the wily Japanese asked, as she gently
but firmly pulled Carolyn's arms from their protective stance and placed
them around her own slim waist.
"But it's not right. I...we should be dressed," Carolyn sobbed as
she found a surprising refuge within Tamiko's comforting arms, pressing
herself tighter against the nude Japanese girl, to avoid having to face the
fact of her own nudity.
Tamiko did not respond. She just continued to hold Carolyn, her
hands moving over the woman's bare back in a soothing manor. She exulted
in the feel of Carolyn's warm, firm flesh, her full breasts pressed against
Tamiko's own small mounds, their nipples occasionally making electric
contact.
It was not until she found herself nude once again did Carolyn
finally get a grip on her outraged emotions. Her sobbing quieted to
sniffles, which quieted to silence. She remained where she was, her face
pressed against the base of Tamiko's neck, her full breasts tight against
the front of the girl's chest. She still could not get herself to speak
openly about the events that so shocked her last night, yet she knew that
eventually she would have to, otherwise she might just be spending the
entire day naked in this apartment. But, the funny thing was, that
prospect didn't scare Carolyn near as much as it would have yesterday,
because of Tamiko. Tamiko was with her now. Carolyn was certain, although
she could not yet understand why, that Tamiko would always be there to help
her. Even so, she still had to take care of herself.
"I feel much better now, Tamiko," Carolyn whimpered, speaking into
Tamiko's neck. "I can't thank you enough for helping me."
She reluctantly pulled her head back so she could look at Tamiko's
face.
"I don't know what could have come over me like that. Thank you for
caring."
"It is all right, my precious. It is all right," Tamiko murmured,
patting the nude Carolyn gently on the hip.
Tamiko knew that the crying was over, and the tissue box empty.
Although the prospect of spending a Saturday morning being held by a nude
Carolyn Lord was delightful, she could think of an even better thing to do
with her. It was time.
"Well, Tamiko. I think I should be getting dressed and leaving
now," Carolyn said, as she moved forward to retrieve her clothes from the
table.
"Good," replied Tamiko, as she grabbed the surprised Carolyn by the
shoulders and pushed her back onto the couch. "But first, you will tell me
exactly what happened last night to make you so upset. You've had more
that enough time to prepare yourself."
"But I can't," wailed Carolyn, feeling herself suddenly close to
the point of crying again. "It's so embarrassing."
"Carolyn, you are not leaving this couch until you tell me what you
think happened. I really would like to know. If you were molested or
something in my apartment, I need to know about it. But first, I want you
to lean back."
Carolyn obediently leaned back on the couch. As she sat there, she
suddenly felt very vulnerable. She quickly crossed her legs and again
quickly covered her breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with her
left hand.
Tamiko grunted "Humph" in disgust and pulled Carolyn's arms down to
her sides.
"Now, I want you to rest your head as far back on the couch as it
will go."
Placing her head on the back of the couch, Carolyn found herself
staring at the ceiling. She knew her breasts were totally exposed and
vulnerable, jutting out in a most shameless fashion, but there was nothing
she could do about it.
"Now, I want the story. But, remember this. You can hid nothing
from me. I can see into your very soul right now and can tell if you are
speaking the truth or some flimsy rationalization. This is a very serious
matter. I remember what you said earlier about the girls. Fawn and Sam
are very close friends of mine."
"I sorry," Carolyn said, meekly. "I didn't mean to..."
"Don't be sorry. Be right. Now, no matter what you feel or think
you feel from this time forward, keep your eyes shut and keep talking.
Remember, eyes shut and keep talking, no matter what. It's important. I
want to show you something. OK?"
"OK."
Now what am I getting myself into? Carolyn wondered as she closed
her eyes. She gathered herself for the ordeal to come.
"I was in bed..." she began.
"So far so good." said Tamiko as she slipped off the couch. She
gathered up all of the clothes on the coffee table, and took them to the
kitchenette counter, where they would be out of harms way.
"...and...someone was with me," continued Carolyn softly, when she
felt Tamiko's return to the couch.
"Oh, ho," Tamiko said as she uncrossed Carolyn's legs.
Tamiko swung her right knee over the reclining Carolyn's waist,
being careful to place it directly on the woman's hand laying at her side.
She did the same with her left knee and Carolyn's left hand.
"Tamiko! You're on my hands. It hurt's and I can't move them."
"Yes, I know. So far, all you have told me doesn't sound
particularly sinister. We had a full house here last night and had to
double up on the beds. Be happy you didn't end up on the floor like some
of them," she said direly.
Carolyn was very confused. This wasn't going at all like she
thought it would.
Tamiko sighed. Now to the main event, she thought.
"Now, tell me about Samantha and Fawn. From what they told me this
morning, they only did exactly what you wanted them to do, nothing more or
less."
As Tamiko talked, Carolyn tried to get her hands free, but
couldn't. Oh my God! she thought. She's naked and sitting on me. As if
that weren't bad enough, her pubes are right on top of mine. She could
feel them rubbing through her pubic hair! Carolyn was just about to order
her to get off, when the injustice of Tamiko's statement came to her.
"That's not true!" Carolyn protested.
"OK, then. So tell. Tell me all about Samantha and Fawn."
"Well, they...OH!" gasped Carolyn, when she felt Tamiko lick her
left nipple.
"Don't stop. Keep talking," Tamiko ordered.
"Yes. They were on either side of me and...Oh My!" Carolyn's
right nipple had just been tweaked.
"They were both acting very strangely. They were... They were
acting as if I were a man."
"That you certainly are not," Tamiko said, gently cupping Carolyn's
breasts for emphasis, rubbing her thumbs on the erect nipples. Her hips
started a rhythmic motion as Tamiko gently rubbed her pussy over Carolyn's.
"Tamiko, please. You shouldn't be doing that," said the breathless
Carolyn.
Tamiko continued her administration of Carolyn's breasts.
"So, what did they do to you"
"They were touching me and...and kissing me."
"Where were they doing this?"
"In the living room."
"Where on you, idiot."
"Oh. On the neck."
"You mean like this...and like this...and this...and this...and
this..." said Tamiko as she repeatedly kissed Carolyn's sculptured neck.
Carolyn felt herself turning into melted butter. Tamiko's hands on
her breasts, lips on her throat, and the constant rubbing at her crotch
were a combination that was causing Carolyn to loose her mind. Her hips
were jerking uncontrollably in an effort to escape Tamiko's constant
attention there.
"Oooh, Tamiko. I can't think when you do that. Please stop."
Tamiko ignored her and continued her love-making.
"What happened then?"
"When, what?"
Carolyn was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. Tamiko
was giving sensations and feelings she had never known herself capable of
experiencing-- except in her dreams. Between the shocks her body had
received in the past 12 or so hours and Tamiko's activities now, Carolyn's
mind was reeling. She didn't know what to do anymore. All she could
comprehend at this time was that, ever since she had come to this
apartment, her body had never been so out of control.
Tamiko continued her expert manipulations on the vulnerable woman
located beneath her. Carolyn tried to talk but found that she could only
groan, the ability for speech being beyond her mental abilities, so
overwhelmed was she with previously unknown sensations. Unconsciously, her
hips were now moving in time with Tamiko's, deliberately rising to enhance
to exquisite contact. Carolyn suddenly realized that she had thrown her
shoulders back to place her breasts more firmly into Tamiko's hands. Oh,
my God! What was she to do? She wondered.
Tamiko saw that Carolyn was finally ready for her. She shifted her
body so that she no longer straddled the nude Carolyn. She positioned
herself so that she could look directly down on Carolyn's beautiful,
up-turned face. She lowered her head and kissed Carolyn fully and deeply
on the lips.
Carolyn at first was too stunned to do anything. Tamiko was
kissing her! She could feel the other woman's tongue gently trying to work
its way between her closed teeth and into her mouth. She tried to protest
this outrageous behavior, but Tamiko kept her mouth pressed firmly on
Carolyn's and she could not say anything. Carolyn, her heart racing, tried
to make herself relax. She must quit panicking every time Tamiko touched
her, she thought. This girl was only trying to help her find out what
really happened to her. She was not someone who was trying to reach her,
invade her private inner self like some disgusting guy. She was only
trying to help her. If this was she wanted, then this is what Carolyn
would do.
Carolyn found herself reacting instinctively to the kiss by
tentatively putting her arms around Tamiko's neck. As Tamiko kept on
kissing her, Carolyn, her mind in a whirl, found herself starting to kiss
the young woman back. She opened her mouth slightly and she accepted
Tamiko's tongue, which had been trying to snake it way through her even
white teeth. Meanwhile, a slim Japanese hand slipped between Carolyn's
partially closed thighs and began to gently stroke her super-charged pussy
lips.
Tamiko finally broke the kiss, although her hand remained working
between Carolyn's thighs, and Carolyn found herself gasping for air.
"What did you do that for?"
"Why not?"
She felt a pleasant tingling sensation below her belly and bent her
head forward. Carolyn froze when she saw Tamiko's hand between at her
crotch.
"Why...why are you doing that?" she stammered.
"To show you. This is what happened to Tiffany last night, not to
you. You just thought it happened, wanted it to happen, to you."
"No! Never! I'm a good girl!"
"Oh, really? Of course you're good. But, how then do you explain
those vivid dreams you had last night?"
"No! They weren't dreams. It really happened." said the
befuddled Carolyn as she looked beseechingly into the dark, almond shaped
eyes above her. "Didn't it?"
With this first open sign of doubt, Tamiko knew she had truly won.
While her mind resisted, Carolyn's body, primed from an evening of
overwhelming and long denied forbidden pleasures, greedily responded to
Tamiko's actions. Totally vulnerable and helpless against Tamiko's expert
administrations, Carolyn's body had driven all reason from her mind. She
didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore. She could only sit
there, nude and helpless, while Tamiko drove her out of her mind with
incredible sensations.
Carolyn found that her terrible cares and worries of the morning
were being swept away in a sea of pleasure. Try as she might to deny it,
whatever Tamiko was doing to her felt very good indeed. Why did this feel
so good? she wondered. Normally she hated anyone to get close to her, let
alone touch her. Now here she was, a grown woman sitting naked on a living
room couch on a Saturday morning with a strange oriental girl at least
10-years her junior, and she just wanted it to go on and on. What was
happening to her?
The two lay entwined on the couch, satiated. Carolyn's fears were,
for the moment, forgotten. Tamiko had made her see that she herself had
caused whatever strange events happened to her last night. She had no one
to blame but her own slutty nature.
But Tamiko had then taken her shame and lifted it to a higher
plane. She made it something else. For the first time in Carolyn's life,
she felt truly fulfilled as a women. Trained from early childhood into
believing that her only recourse for a satisfying relationship was a male,
especially a very old fashioned Greek one. Otherwise, she would spend the
rest of her life in solitude, because all of the men she came into contact
with seemed only concerned with themselves and their own dirty needs.
She never realized that her answer to her eternal loneliness might
come from so unexpected a source as in the form of a beautiful Japanese
girl. Carolyn looked at the face of the girl sleeping in her arms and
sighed with contentment.
Carolyn Lord had finally fallen for someone in a big way. The fact
that it was a woman who had cunningly seduced her mattered not at all to
her, at least for the moment.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Tamiko Suzuki had read this woman like a book, and had been hoping
for just such a reaction. Carolyn Lord was going to find her life very
different from now on, and in ways she couldn't possibly imagine. She
chuckled at the thought.
Carolyn heard the sound and smiled. She must be having a good
dream. She might even be dreaming about me, she thought. Carolyn wasn't
wearing a watch, but realized it must be getting late. There was some work
she just had to finish at the office today. Damn.
"Tamiko. Tamiko, please wake up. I really must be going now."
"Ohio Goziamus. How are you feeling now?" Tamiko asked, slipping
her hand over Carolyn's buttocks. "Are you all right? You look like you
could use some sleep."
"I'm very tired, and my head is killing me. You know, I would just
love to go to my apartment and sleep the day away. But, I only have just
enough time to change and get to work. We're having an important
conference this afternoon with some major clients, and I'm a key player."
"Then you must go directly from here. We can have you cleaned,
dressed and gone in 15 minutes," Tamiko said as she briskly got off the
couch and stood up.
"But I need to change and..."
"Come on! There's no time to argue." Tamiko pulled the confused
Carolyn quickly to her feet. Carolyn's body began to sway as her head swam
from the sudden movement.
"Oohh. I'm so dizzy."
"A quick shower and you'll be fine," Tamiko said as she held the
swaying woman by the waist.
Standing in the cool air of the apartment, Carolyn finally realized
that she was still naked.
"Do you have another robe, or even a bath towel, I could use. I
can't walk around your apartment like this."
"You've been like that all morning and it hasn't bothered you too
much."
"Tamiko, please..." the blushing Carolyn murmured. "What if
someone should come in?"
"Let me worry about that. In fact," Tamiko said, slapping Carolyn
on her delectable rump, "let me worry about everything."
Tamiko took Carolyn back to the master bedroom, her right arm
around her waist, her right hand resting casually on Carolyn's right
buttock.
Tamiko steered her directly into the shower stall.
"Be back in a minute with some towels, honey."
"Thank you."
Under the soothing shower, Carolyn began to feel her old self
again. She jumped when she heard the shower door open behind her.
"What?" she gasped, spinning around.
"Just me," Tamiko said with a grin, brandishing a wash cloth.
"Well, you are my guest." She entered the glass cage and quickly shut the
door.
"I can wash myself, thank you," Carolyn said, with bite. Perhaps
she'll get the hint, she thought, as she turned her back on her and
adjusted the water to full force. Grabbing the soap, Carolyn furiously
started to cover herself with suds.
Whoa! thought Tamiko. Attitude! We'll just have to fix of that,
and soon, too.
"Oh, come on. It's a lot faster this way," Tamiko said
persuasively as she began using the soaped up cloth on the trembling
Carolyn's suddenly tense back.
Tamiko knelt down behind her and lovingly began to soap the Greek
beauty from the toes up. When she reached her waist, Carolyn had by then
stopped soaping herself and could only passively wait for what was to come,
lost once again in Tamiko's touch. After thoroughly washing the firm
half-moons of Carolyn's buttocks, Tamiko started working the cloth between
her partially opened thighs. She brought the dazed Carolyn close to climax
several times before finally allowing her release.
Carolyn, spent, sank to the floor of the shower, where Tamiko
continued her soaping of the beautiful woman with quick, efficient strokes.
When she was finally finished, she had to help the exhausted
Carolyn to her feet and carefully washed the soap off of her. She turned
off the water and led the pliant woman out of the shower. As Carolyn
leaned on a wall for support, Tamiko briskly dried her with a large towel.
She then led the docile woman back to the bedroom.
"Where are my clothes?" Carolyn asked.
"Your suit is on the kitchen counter."
"And my blouse and...underthings?"
"I sent them to the cleaners with Fawn early this morning. I
didn't think you would be needing them quite so soon. Don't worry. They
should be ready about 1 p.m. or so."
"But, I can't leave here without...my things. Everyone would
notice. I must get home and change. I am very late already."
"Don't go home. Just go to work as you are. No one will notice
anything. I'll bring you the remainder of your clothes then they are done
this afternoon."
"But Tamiko, I can't do that. I'll be so...exposed. I can't go
out in this without a blouse and underwear."
"My precious. Trust me, you'll be fine. You'll be the only one
who will know how you are dressed. Anyway, It will just be for an hour or
so."
"Are you sure? I don't feel right about..."
"No time to argue! We need to get you dressed and out of here,
now!"
Carolyn's mind was spinning. Things were happening too fast for
her right now. She just didn't know what was the right thing to do
anymore. Carolyn had never felt so tired, and it interfered with her
thinking. Perhaps Tamiko was right after all. It seemed she usually was.
"Oh, all right! I'll go straight there. and thank you for your
offer. That's really very kind of you. I hope that it's not an
inconvenience or anything."
"Trust me, it is not problem at all."
Carolyn looked deep into the dark almond-shaped eyes of her new
friend and felt lost in them. What an extraordinary effect this young
woman had on her, she marveled. Absolutely extraordinary.
"You know, you've been very nice to me, and I really appreciate it.
I only hope that some day I'll be able to repay your kindness and
generosity."
"That's all right. I'm sure we'll think of something you can do.
Now, off to work and I'll meet you there with your clothes. Maybe!" Tamiko
said as she pushed the laughing Carolyn out the door.
Tamiko didn't tell her the real reason she had to spend the day
without changing or her underwear. It wasn't just a question of training.
Tamiko had altered the crotch of Carolyn's slacks. Now, whenever she
walked her pussy will be slightly but constantly stimulated. And when she
sits down anywhere, oh sister! Plus, her magnificent tits will be
constantly moving, rubbing those sensitive unprotected nipples against the
silk lining of her jacket. By the end of the day, the prim and proper Miss
Carolyn Lord will have unknowingly stimulated herself to a frenzy.
Tamiko could hardly wait.
Part VI
Feeling dazed and full of misgivings, Carolyn drove to her firm's
offices. She knew that she was hardly dressed for work, let alone anything
else for that matter. But, she realized that Tamiko was (once again)
correct. She was so late, and the day so important, that there was nothing
for it but to carry on as she was and hope she wouldn't embarrass herself
or the firm before Tamiko arrived with her clothes.
Terribly distracted, she almost had three accidents before she
learned to sit on the very edge of the car seat. It was the only way she
could relieve the maddening pressure that extra cloth (or whatever it was
that Tamiko had accidentally placed in the crotch of her slacks) was
causing. She was also acutely conscious of her firm breasts' movement
within her jacket, the rubbing nipples sending constant pinwheels of
sensations through her already overheated brain whenever she moved.
She had never felt so exhausted, so completely used before now.
And yet, and yet. Strange as it seemed, deep down she had never felt so at
peace with herself. It was ridiculous. After one wild party that she
couldn't even really remember, and a surprising (if rather pleasant, now
that she thought about it) morning spent with her new special friend,
Carolyn felt like an entirely different woman. More complete, somehow.
Ok, Ok, she thought. She knew what she did with Tamiko this
morning was terribly, terribly wrong, and that she would now probably burn
in Hell forever for it (thanks a lot, God!). But, why, oh why, did it have
to feel so good to be with her like that?
She desperately wanted time to work out all of these strange new
thoughts and impressions, but realized that it wasn't going to be possible
for a while. Perhaps after work, before she got together with Tamiko this
evening. At her apartment she could finally get out of this damned suit
that was driving her crazy, and into some less-stimulating clothes. Then,
following a very long nap, she would be able to think clearly again.
So busy was she with her thoughts that she didn't even realized she
had already parked in the building's basement garage.
Sighing, she looked about the mostly deserted garage. She saw that
only that section of the place belonging to her law firm was occupied.
"Better get a move on," she said, as she gathered her brief case
from the trunk.
"Looks like I'm the last to arrive, damn it!" she said with feeling
after surveying the parking lot one last time.
She proceeded to walk carefully yet swiftly to the building's main
lobby, trying to keep her annoying breast movements to a minimum.
Carolyn confidently stepped into the elevator from the (thankfully)
deserted building's lobby, only 60 minutes late. In the elevator, she
pushed the button for the top floor and the elevator silently began its
long journey to the 30th floor. As usual, she carefully reviewed her
reflection in the polished metal doors and her confidence quickly began to
evaporate.
"Oh, my God!" she muttered. "What could I have been thinking?"
Tamiko had made everything sound so natural and realistic this
morning. All she had to do was go to work and Tamiko would bring in her
missing clothes. The apartment laundry service was very fast, she had
said. Her things would be done in just a few hours. Long before her
important conference. Long before anyone would even notice the difference.
Like hell they wouldn't!
Carolyn watched her reflection with a sick fascination. For a
moment all she could think was: They would know, they would know, they
would know.
She never wore the same outfit two days in a row. Worse, it was in
fact considerably less than the same outfit, and it showed.
The deeply cut jacket, which usually showed her starched, high-neck
blouses to advantage, was now showing just her! Coming here without blouse
and bra was insane. It was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look
that she was quite naked under her suit jacket. And the dress codes at the
firm were very strict. She should know, since the codes were her idea.
Carolyn grimly acknowledged the fact that until her best and
possibly only friend showed up, she would have to be especially careful,
less she inadvertently expose herself in the office.
The fact that she was also without panties and even hose today
didn't worry her, as there was no way anyone was going to know about that.
If only she hadn't been so late getting here, she thought. She
would have had time to return to her apartment first and all would have
been well. She never slept over at anyone's place, in spite of the many
invitations she had received in the past to do so. What happened to her
last night that she couldn't even go home?
She simply did not have an answer.
However, tired as she was, she did remember vividly what had
happened with Tamiko on the living room couch this morning! Wow! She
blushed at the thought of Tamiko and her, both naked on the couch.
It was a good thing no one saw us, she thought. Even something
innocent like Tamiko comforting her might start people talking.
I know, I know, she thought. I'll probably burn for it. I know.
If only thinking wasn't so damn difficult this morning. Her head
still felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and there was this weird
headache behind her left eye. If she didn't know better, she would swear
she had a hangover. But Tamiko had assured her repeatedly about there
being no alcohol in what she was drinking last night. Must be an allergic
reaction to something, she reasoned.
Maybe that would also explain why her body felt so different this
morning. It was alive! It was positively tingling with sensations. Her
skin felt like it was glowing. Her unencumbered breasts, ceaselessly
moving when she walked, caused the constantly erect nipples to graze the
lining of the jacket and send some very non-working professional-type
signals to her nervous system. Her pubic area, in almost constant contact
with something in the crotch seam, was feeling very wet. She would have to
find a restroom soon to dry herself off, or she seriously risked staining
her slacks.
Looking at her reflection, Carolyn realized that she could do
something about the slacks right then. If she wore them much, much lower
on her hips, her poor crotch would be free of this inadvertent yet constant
stimulation.
Placing her briefcase on the floor beside her, Carolyn reached
under the front of her jacket and opened the front of her slacks. She slid
down the waistband until she was sure the naughty material couldn't bother
her anymore.
She lifted up her jacket to see how much skin she would be showing.
Oh, my! she thought, laughing. I look like a belly dancer!
She stood there, wondering if her still opened slacks were not a
bit too low when the elevator doors unexpectedly began to open.
"Shit!" she cried. The elevator had stopped at a lower floor and
she hadn't even noticed!
Carolyn just had time to re-fasten her waistband and try to assume
a casual look when the doors completely opened to reveal a young,
pimply-faced man wearing a messenger uniform.
"Is this elevator going down?" he inquired.
"No, it is going up!" snapped Carolyn, ashamed of herself for
almost being caught undressed by this young idiot.
"Oh. Guess I'll wait then," he replied good naturally, and then
stood in front of the opened doors, watching her.
As the doors finally closed, Carolyn saw his eyes drop and then
enlarge into perfect circles. The last thing Carolyn remembered about him
was his jaw dropping open.
"Now what," she grumbled as she looked into the mirrored surface of
the doors.
"Oh, God!"
Carolyn saw that she had caught part of her jacket front in the
waistband of her slacks, which revealed perfectly the fact that her zipper
was down. It also revealed the fact that her pubic area was totally
exposed!
"I'm going home," she said as she straightened her jacket and
zipped up her slacks. "I just can't do this."
The elevator finally stopped at her floor.
Perhaps the doors will not open this time, Carolyn thought
hopefully. And if they do, I'll just stand here in a back corner where no
one can see me. Then, to home and bed.
In her agitation at being caught, she forgot about the door-close
button.
The doors quietly slid open and Carolyn knew that she had
immediately been spotted by the firm's receptionist, Mrs. Johnson, who was
seated at her desk located directly in front of the elevators across the
room.
"Hi, Carolyn. Everyone's been looking for you."
"Thanks," Carolyn said. It's not fair, she wailed to herself as
she weakly waved a hand in greeting. She picked up her briefcase and
wearily trudged toward the reception desk.
I'm trapped now, she thought, resigned to her fate. All I can do
now is prepare for the meeting, and pretend to everyone that nothing is
wrong with me today.
Her confidence of the morning had completely disappeared. The
episode in the elevator had left her feeling strangely defeated, as if she
was to meet an important challenge today and had already lost.
As usual, it's my own fault, she thought, as she walked past the
desk. Maybe all I should do is just accept my fate. She felt too tired
now to do much of anything else.
"Could you help me a moment. I need that phone directory in the
red binder on the top shelf and I can't leave the desk."
"Sure, no problem," Carolyn mumbled. The lazy bitch, why can't she
get it herself, she wondered. But, she put her case down and went over the
tall set of shelves set into the wall. By stretching, she was barely able
to reach the directory.
Mrs. Johnson's eye's flashed when Carolyn's jacket pulled up,
revealing her bare midriff and the top of her very low-riding slacks. Just
as she suspected. The haughty Miss Lord was surprising forgetful about
clothes this morning, underwear in particular.
"No blouse today?" the receptionist sweetly inquired, antenna
quivering.
"I, ah. I spilled some tea on it during the drive over," Carolyn
replied as she handed the directory to the receptionist. "I dropped the
blouse off at the cleaners before I came, so it wouldn't become stained.
That's why I'm so late."
She turned and quickly moved to where she left her brief case.
Grabbing the handle, she walked toward the hallway leading to one of the
large administration offices. Sensing Mrs. Johnson's eyes following her,
she increased her pace across the reception area, hoping to avoid any more
embarrassing questions concerning her appearance, especially about her
obviously missing bra.
"Got your bra too, huh?"
Damn, thought Carolyn. Can't I ever get a break?
"Yes, wouldn't you know."
"Ooh, that could hurt. Hope you didn't burn yourself."
"No, no. It was iced tea. Have a good day, Mrs. Johnson." And
please stay away from me, Carolyn silently added as she practically ran
from the room, her unencumbered breasts gaily dancing on her chest as she
moved.
As Carolyn left the reception area, Mrs. Johnson's fingers began to
dance on her inter-office communications console. The fact that something
unusual was definitely going on with Carolyn Lord today spread through the
office like wildfire. Soon every paralegal and secretary in to work that
day was aware of Carolyn's appearance and its implications.
Everyone at the firm had always been at least reasonably sure of
the Friday night activities of Maria and her friends. When word got out
that the untouchable Carolyn Lord was actually going to escort the new
trainee Tiffany Goodbody to one, the office betting began as to weither or
not Carolyn would participate or not, and if so, how far could they get her
to go.
And now, here she was, wearing the same suit as the day before
(which meant she hadn't been back to her apartment since leaving work
yesterday), and otherwise looking positively used. Even her usual light
coating of make-up was missing.
Even better, the usually modestly-dressed Miss Lord was positively
flaunting her body today by not wearing blouse or bra. Probably not
wearing any panties either, according to Mrs. Johnson. It was shocking.
This kind of behavior coming from someone who wouldn't hesitate to run
complaining to the associates and even the partners whenever a skirt was
too high or a neckline too low, not too mention whenever she saw some
innocent (and some not- so-innocent) flirting with the higher-ups going on.
And sexual harassment complaints, oh brother! She established the office
procedures, and used them, too.
Well! If the high and mighty Carolyn Lord decided she could now
act the slut, just because it suited her to do so, and get away with it,
she had another think coming.
Carolyn's erstwhile co-workers knew that she must have had a very
interesting night and couldn't wait to get all the dirt from Maria. But,
even without knowing the details, it was obvious to their experienced eyes
that the virginal Carolyn had finally gotten herself laid (but good!), and
was in fact still reeling from the effects.
The other paralegals of the firm had always been quite jealous of
Carolyn's competence and obvious high standing with the firm's partners and
associates. Her natural coolness toward their gestures of friendship only
aggravated their dislike if not hatred of her.
Over freely flowing daiquiris late one Friday afternoon, a group of
the more senior paralegals and secretaries decided that what that "stuck-up
bitch" actually needed was for someone to show her just what her place
really was at the firm. All agreed that, with the right opportunity, they
would be more than willing to expose her to the higher-ups for what she
really was. Just what terrible thing it was that Carolyn Lord was suppose
to be (other then that she was young, good- looking and effective at her
job) was never really made clear, as their table was quite littered with
empty daiquiris glasses by then.
But the need for collective action on their part, to be taken
against her at some future time, that was clearly understood by all.
And now, it looked like their golden opportunity had come at last.
Even without knowing the details, the office collectively realized
the normally impeccable, highly capable, and very reserved Miss Carolyn
Lord was highly vulnerable today. Perhaps now was the perfect time for the
stuck-up bitch to get a little of the comeuppance she had coming to her!
The Daiquiris Group, picking up allies along the way, decided that,
since she seemed to be offering her body, it was up to them to figure a way
of taking it. Lesbian or not, everyone wanted in on it. They had all been
fooled by her inflexible act of high morality long enough.
As she walked to her corner (no mere cubical for her), Carolyn
could sense the intense activity going on all around her. Even on normal
Saturdays it could become very busy here, but today everyone seemed
absolutely frenzied. Phones were ringing and conversations positively
buzzed all over the cubicles that divided the large administration office.
Must be that today's big conference has gotten everyone excited, she
thought.
She knew that it was a very important initial meeting with the
representatives of a potential client, Littov Industries. If it proved
successful, within six months the firm could have its biggest client ever.
It was Carolyn's function to ensure that all was prepared for the
conference.
When she reached her normally spotless desk, she found it covered
with action memoranda and phone message slips. Her voice mail indicator
was blinking furiously. She decided she had better start dealing with that
before the machine had a nervous breakdown.
But, first things first. She sat at her desk and opened the draw
which contained her office make-up kit. As she put on her face for the
day, the troubling events of this morning faded into insignificance.
Carolyn was back in her element, and she knew there was far too much for
her to be responsible about to have time to worry about anything else.
She clicked on her voice mail, listening carefully as she applied
her make- up, stopping to make an occasional note as required.
She wasn't sure what all the fuss was about. She had organized
things so that 90% of the work required for the conference was completed as
of Friday afternoon. This morning, barring any new significant
developments or taskings, would be strictly devoted to easy follow-up work.
Even the conference room was already prepared, with handouts, pads, and a
catering service scheduled to arrive 60 minutes prior to the guests with
drinks and a buffet. Only the presentation system still needed to be
prepared, and a last minute check for dust and such.
Her face finished, she allowed herself only one brief disapproving
glance at the ridiculous cleavage being displayed in her vanity mirror
before closing it and putting her make-up kit back in the drawer.
She sighed. Of all the days for this to happen, she thought. Of
all the days.
"I must put a spare blouse in my make-up drawer," she said. "A
spare set of underwear probably wouldn't be a bad idea, either."
She diligently through all of her phone messages, being sure to log
any taskers that came from the partners and associates. She then started
in on her memos and phone call slips. 30 minutes later she looked at the
results. There were exactly three new action items to be taken care of
prior to the conference. The remainder of all that mess concerned items
which she had already completed, and of which she had already informed the
parties concerned.
While she was looking for her office bottle of aspirin, Carolyn
suddenly found herself surrounded by people. Great, she thought. On the
one day I wanted to be left alone, here everyone comes. It seemed that
everyone in the office wanted to see her about something or other.
Carolyn was so intent on handling this crowd that she didn't notice
the arrival behind her of the firm's senior paralegal and Carolyn's
immediate supervisor, Ms. Susan George.
Ms. George had secretly lusted after Carolyn ever since the first
day she was hired by the firm five years ago. Trouble was, Carolyn had
proved so standoffish that she never really had a chance at her. Until
now.
When she learned that Carolyn had finally been talked into going to
one of those Friday night orgies attended by some of the younger members,
Susan had bet a considerable sum of money that Carolyn would remain aloft
and not be a participant. Susan wanted her all for herself, after all.
Now, Susan was furious. Her gaze down the front of Carolyn's
jacket told her all she needed to know. The bitch! She felt betrayed and
was burning with thoughts of revenge. After giving Carolyn's exposed
breasts one last heatfilled glance, she turned and left without a sound.
Susan needed to talk with her friends about this. She even knew an
associate and partner or two who had been keeping a not-so-motherly eye on
the delectable Miss Lord.
Thus it was that, on this most important of days, two independent
groups within the firm were implementing plans to "get" the unsuspecting
Carolyn Lord.
End Part VI
Into the Maelstrom: Part VII
As the hours passed, Carolyn began to notice that a weird, growing
nervousness was overtaking her. The events of the past 12 hours had
drained her both physically and emotionally. Her overwrought mind was in
no condition to understand what was happening to her. All she knew for
certain was that it felt as if her whole body was conspiring against her.
It was as if a growing fire was burning inside of her, and she couldn't put
it out.
Her unencumbered breasts moved with abandon underneath her jacket,
as her constantly and painfully erect nipples gleefully rubbed the silk
lining, sending electric shocks throughout her body.
It was that damned seam in the crotch of her slacks which was
really causing her problems, though. Wearing her slacks low on her hips
helped somewhat, but the touching down there was still happening. Her
already sensitive pussy, obviously not use to so much attention, was heavy
with her internal secretions. She knew it was only a question of time
before they soaked through her slacks.
Eventually, she couldn't walk for five minutes without having to
stop and collect herself before she could proceed further. Thankfully, the
work she had to complete wasn't difficult, just time consuming.
She found herself dashing into the ladies room for a quick drying
of her sopping crotch every now and again, to protect her clothes and her
modesty. Perhaps it was just as well she wasn't wearing panties today, she
thought. In a short time they would have been soaked through and through
anyway.
Even in the relative sanctuary of the ladies room, though, Carolyn
had to be careful. Her traitorous body was becoming increasingly resistant
to her mental discipline. Even the slight pressure from the dry toilet
paper being applied to her sopping vulva felt good. Too good!
Every time she had to touch herself, down there, it only served to
increase the sensations that had been building all day. What was wrong
with her? she wondered. What the hell was going on here?
It was not just her appearance which was causing her problems.
Just about everyone at the firm today seemed to her to be acting very
strangely towards her indeed.
Carolyn had hoped to pass unnoticed through a deserted office this
Saturday morning. Unfortunately, it turned out that just about everyone
was there. Also, most of them, especially her fellow paralegals and some
of the other working staff, were not too busy to notice her astonishing
appearance, and even proved catty enough to make some comment to her about
it. As if she didn't know how she looked! She had to constantly repeat
her ridiculous iced-tea story, which seemed to be less and less accepted by
her more cynical co-workers as the day progressed.
Not used to having so much of her body showing, Carolyn was
constantly forgetting about it as she went about her work. She would
regularly find herself leaning over someone's desk, as she normally did in
the course of a working day, discussing a document or the upcoming
conference. It was only when that person's eyes would lift up from the top
of the desk and light up in a strange fashion that she would remember and
quickly straighten up, blushing to the roots of her hair in embarrassment
at showing so much cleavage.
Other unusual things kept happening this morning as well. Normally
her cool manner had always kept everyone at a distance, both physically and
emotionally, but not today. For some reason she couldn't explain,
something about her was actually drawing people towards her instead of
forcing them away. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed to her that all
of the firm's members wanted to get as close to her as they could,
especially her fellow paralegals. They were even touching her, something
unheard of before today, with a hand on her shoulder or an arm around her
waist. And sometimes worse than that.
She was almost sure that, while in crowds or walking down a
passageway, she could feel a stray hand moving over her buttocks. Yet, no
matter how fast her tired mind reacted to this outrage, by the time she
turned around there was invariably only an anonymous crowd going past. She
was so tired, and it always happened so quickly that she didn't even worry
about it after a while.
And her poor breasts! It seemed they were constantly in the way of
just about everyone who walked by her. Regardless of how close she
squeezed herself against the cubical walls which made up the corridors of
the administration section, her proud breasts were being buffeted so much
by hands, arms, and shoulders that they had become quite swollen and were
very sore indeed.
Finally, the required detail work for the conference was done, and
all taskers had been successfully completed. Carolyn, feeling incredibly
tingly by this time, returned to her desk and carefully sat in grateful
isolation. She shouldn't have anything more to do today, until just before
the arrival of the prospective clients.
Which was just as well, she thought, because the only thing that
would stay in her head at the moment were unnatural flashbacks of her and
Tamiko, especially when they were both naked on the couch in Tamiko's
apartment early this morning.
"Woof!" Carolyn said softly.
How could something like that have had such a devastating impact on
her, she wondered. It was a simple thing, after all, just two naked women
on a couch. Yet, it was all she could think about! She, who was so
normally very much in control of herself and those around her.
But, now! My God! Now, she was just a leaf in some sexual
windstorm that was blowing her in any direction it choose.
The way she was dressed today, or rather not dressed, wasn't
helping her distressed emotional state at all. Now that she had some time
to think about it, she realized that her reaction to it was not what she
expected at all. After her initial embarrassment had finally passed, it
became more and more distracting, then exciting in a way. She began to
feel deliciously naughty about it, being so semi-dressed in such a formal
environment. The needs of work finally caused her to thankfully focus
elsewhere, yet, she could never fully blot it out. It was always there,
hovering on the very edge of her consciousness, this constant if accidental
stimulation of her body. To her deep consternation, she found herself
actually liking it a little. For someone who had always been so proper in
her appearance and behavior, it was quite a revelation, and it bothered her
a great deal.
She had never realized she was capable of experiencing such intense
sensations and emotions. It was a discovery of staggering proportions,
because it pointed to the possibility of something which she never knew had
existed within her. She had the soul of a, what? A slut? A sensualist?
A sensualist slut??
"Carolyn!"
Carolyn, startled, quickly recovered from her disturbing thoughts.
She looked up and saw that her immediate supervisor, Susan George, was
standing impatiently at the front of her desk.
"Yes, Sue," she replied, wondering what this bothersome woman
wanted from her now. "Can I help you?"
"Please come with me. Ms. Pendergast would like to speak to us
about the conference."
"That's just great," Carolyn said with a forced smile as she slowly
stood to walk with Susan back toward the executive offices. It figured,
she thought. The one person she was able to avoid all morning now wanted
to see her.
It was Ms. Joanna Stewart Pendergast, one of the more junior
associates and certainly the most ambitious as well as unscrupulous. It
was she some three months ago who had first solicited the prospective
clients coming today, and had been carefully courting them ever since.
She, of anyone at the firm, had the most to gain or lose by today's
outcome. In reality it was her conference today, but Carolyn had been
doing all of the work for her on it.
Ms. Pendergast's small office was located in the less fashionable
part of executive country, right next to the restrooms, so thankfully for
Carolyn it was not a long walk. As they neared the door to the office, she
realized she had to be careful not to show Susan or Ms. Pendergast how even
this brief walk over here had affected her. They would certainly think her
some kind of crazed slut. She might even loose her position at the firm as
a result! She though briefly of faking menstrual cramps but decided
against it. Nothing else to do but find out what she wants and get it done
as soon as possible, while she was still able to function at all.
Even so, she knew she must soon have relief from this constant
stimulation her body was getting or she would surely go absolutely mad!
She saw that Ms. Pendergast's office had a new addition since
Carolyn's last visit a week ago. Taking up the entire center of the small
office was a large, leather-covered easy chair. A bit much for just a
junior associate, Carolyn thought as the two women squeezed into the
cramped office, but typical of her.
Ms. Pendergast, with a surprisingly sinister grin, was seated
behind her small desk, a thick opened set of instructions in a three-ring
binder and a complicated-looking remote control device the only things on
the clean desk in front of her.
"Good morning, Ms. George, Miss Lord. Close the door, Carolyn,
please. We don't want any interruptions," said the young associate.
Trying unsuccessfully to drive the now ever-present thoughts of sex
from her head, Carolyn tried to focus on just what Ms. Pendergast was
saying to her.
"What?"
"Lock the door, will you? I don't want us to be disturbed."
"Yes, mam." Now what? Carolyn wondered as she closed and locked
the door.
"This chair is one of the products that our prospective client
manufactures. It's brand new. Actually, it is still in the evaluation
stage, and the fact of its existence is not to leave this room.
Understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," answered Carolyn primly.
"Sure, Joanna," replied Susan.
Joanna? wondered Carolyn, rolling her eyes. Oh, please!
"Good. Enough said about that," said Ms. Pendergast, as she
continued her briefing. "It is to be the first user-interactive easy
chair. One in fact that has been specifically designed for women. For
some reason, it's called "Mother's Helper."
Carolyn sighed. She really didn't need this, especially on a
bizarre day like this one!
"That's nice, and it looks like a wonderful chair," Carolyn gushed
hopefully, "but wouldn't Monday be better for you to show off your new
furniture? I do have things to finish yet."
Normally, she would never have addressed a superior of the firm in
this fashion, but Carolyn at this point was perfectly willing to volunteer
for a root canal in order to escape the presence of these two blindly
ambitious women and their endless scheming. She just couldn't handle it.
Not today.
"Carolyn, that's not why you are here," Ms. Pendergast snapped. "I
want you to try it out, and tell us what you think of it."
"Try what out, Ms. Pendergast?" Carolyn warily asked.
"The chair! Just sit in the God-damned chair, will you, and tell
me what you think. OK?"
Oh, great. Now I'm supposed to be a products tester for this
egomaniac, she thought as she moved to the front of the chair. I'm doing
her job for her again, the lazy bitch!
"Yes, mam!" Carolyn said firmly, and she gingerly placed her
sensitive bottom on the polished leather of the chair's seat. She wiggled
her hips slightly to settle in, and found herself sinking into the most
luxurious chair she had ever sat in, the leather clinging to her form like
a second skin.
"Oh, my! This is very comfortable," she gasped in surprise.
Carolyn suddenly felt a hard presence within the seat, directly in
contact with her hyper-sensitive sex.
"Ohh!"
"What's the matter?"
"There is a bump or something, right in the center of the seat,"
she said uneasily, shifting her hips further into the chair and away from
the slight but disturbing intrusion beneath her.
"Hold on, I haven't finished reading the instructions
yet. According to this, the chair is a combination electric
recliner-relaxer, with a remote control. Ah, here we go! They say that
that bump you feel works just like a saddle's pommel, except its height is
adjustable by the user. It performs the same function as it would on a
saddle, you know. It keeps you from falling forward out of your seat,
especially when you use the incline function. It's needed because of the
highly polished leather."
"Incline function?" At the sound of a click, Carolyn suddenly
found herself laying on her back, her feet resting on a strangely divided
footrest.
"Let's see. Here's a button marked footrest."
Each side of the footrest formed a vee, trapping Carolyn's feet.
The sides then slid apart, spreading her legs in the process.
"Yes, of course. The footrest does the same thing as the seat's
pommel. It's meant to keep you in place. How clever. Do you feel like
you're going to fall out?"
"No, I'm fine, although there really is no angle to speak of."
"Not yet? Oh, that's right. Forgot to set the degree of incline.
How silly of me."
Carolyn slowly tilted upwards until her head was raised to a
45-degree angle from the floor.
"It's for watching television."
"Yes, very handy," Carolyn impatiently replied. I hope this ends
soon, she thought desperately. She kept discretely shifting her hips,
trying to lessen the slight contact which the pommel now had directly upon
her sex. Even with that to concern her though, she was so tired and the
chair so comfortable she was afraid she would fall asleep right then and
there.
"Susan, would you make sure she is using that pommel correctly?"
"Yes, of course."
Carolyn worried briefly that her supervisor would have to reach
between her thighs to do this, but sighed with relief when Susan positioned
herself behind Carolyn's head. Her relief quickly turned to dismay when
Susan, by pressing her hands firmly on Carolyn's shoulders, forced
Carolyn's vulva directly onto the pommel, pushing the electrifying material
of her crotch seam directly into her pussy lips.
"OH!" Carolyn gasped, momentarily stunned by the sudden, intense
contact.
"Next, we shall test the vibration modes."
"What? What vibration. MY GOD!" All previous sensations paled to
insignificance beside the intense throbbing which now commenced between her
thighs
"Why Carolyn, what's wrong?" Ms. Pendergast inquired politely.
"I don't. I don't know." She couldn't say it, she thought
desperately. She just couldn't admit to her boss that she thought she was
being molested by a chair! The pommel, which had mysteriously increased in
size, had raised itself right between her thighs, and had then begun to
vibrate. While the remainder of the chair's vibration-level remained low
and surprisingly relaxing, the pommel's actions were most insistent.
Carolyn's body, stimulated throughout the day to the very limits of human
endurance, reacted violently to this latest violation of her person. Her
hips bucked while her body writhed, yet Carolyn was unable to escape the
intense effects because the crafty Susan kept Carolyn's vulva firmly
planted on the insidious device.
Carolyn knew she had only a few moments before she would lose total
control of herself. All she could think of was how she could relieve this
fantastic pressure which was building within her. Her hands gripped the
arm rests, her knuckles white with the effort needed to keep her from
grabbing her agitated privates in front of everyone.
Suddenly, she knew the end had come.
"I have to get up. I think I'm going to.," the frantic woman tried
to say.
"Going to what, dear?"
The climax struck!
"AAAaahhhh!" the tormented Carolyn screamed as she uncontrollably
doubled up in the chair, trying to relieve the incredible sensations her
empty yet madly pulsating vagina was radiating throughout her body.
"Quick, check her," snapped Ms. Pendergast in a very professional
manner. "It looks like the poor thing is having some sort of seizure."
The chair was quickly returned to its normal configuration.
Carolyn, still helpless in the throes of her monstrous orgasm, was bundled
out of the chair by the two women and placed unceremoniously on her back on
the cleared desktop.
With Susan working on her slacks and Ms. Pendergast on her jacket,
the gasping Carolyn soon found herself quite naked on her supervisor's desk
with her bare feet placed flat upon the top.
"Whoa!" said Susan softly, as the two women admired the panting
nude Carolyn in absolute awe. "I was wrong. It was worth the wait. I
like her style in underwear, too. Don't you?"
"Enough of that," Ms. Pendergast whispered. "This could be
serious," she loudly declared. This could also be a great deal of fun, she
thought as she licked her lips in anticipation. "I had better use the
special probe on her to make sure that damned chair didn't hurt her!"
When Susan George had come to her this morning with talk of finally
being able to "get" the untouchable Miss Lord, Joanna Pendergast knew
exactly what to do about it. The special chair in her office was something
from the perspective clients true enough, but it was there for an entirely
different reason. They did not want it tested. In fact, the chair had so
many design flaws and manufacturing defects that they didn't even want
anyone to sit in it, and were if fact preparing to file suit against the
contractors who produced this abomination in the first place. But Joanna
Pendergast was well aware that, if properly used, the chair did have a
certain if highly specialized potential, and was very anxious to give it a
trial run.
And what do you know, she thought. The damned thing worked like a
charm, and here was the delectable Miss Lord to prove it!
Joanna Pendergast unlocked a desk drawer and removed her favorite
office dildo, already carefully greased earlier this morning in loving
anticipation of just this eventuality. It wasn't a strap-on version
(unfortunately there just wasn't time for that), but it would do nicely all
the same.
Carolyn slowly began to recover from her body's spasms. She looked
about her in confusion. Her skin developed goose pimples everywhere as
she, without warning, felt very cold. She suddenly realized that she was
no longer in the chair, but was now laying naked on the desk in
Ms. Pendergast's office. She was naked!
"Jesus Christ!" Carolyn cried as she covered herself with her
hands and tried to get herself off of the desk.
"Stay there," commanded Joanna Pendergast. "You've just had an
attack of some kind and we need to know: first, if you're all right; and,
second if it was just you or was the chair somehow involved."
"Oh, please! Can't I get dressed first? I feel so. so exposed!"
"Certainly not! Don't be stupid. How can we check you that way?
Now, lie back down on the desk, there's a good girl."
Mortified, the bewildered Carolyn laid back down, careful to keep
her pubes and breasts covered. Good God in heaven, she wondered. What
have I done this time?
"Place your hands and feet flat on the table, please,"
Ms. Pendergast ordered.
Carolyn reluctantly removed her only protection, and placed her
hands as she was told. When she hesitated about moving her feet, Joanna
gave a sign to Susan and Carolyn's supervisor gleefully placed the
reluctant woman's feet on the desk, widely separating them in the process.
Although she strongly wanted to, Carolyn did not protest this
deliberate and humiliating exposure of her person. Ms. Pendergast was her
department head after all, and Carolyn had been her obedient assistant for
as long as she had been with the firm, so whatever she wanted her to do
could only be for the good of the firm, didn't it? Yet, she was now
completely defenseless to whatever they wanted to do to her, and it worried
her a great deal. She did not enjoy being defenseless at all! Especially
with these two!
Joanna moved deliberately and positioned herself neatly between
Carolyn's wide-spread legs. Carolyn nearly died with shame as she realized
that her employer could now see everything she had, her most private parts.
Just everything!
Joanna reached out deliberately with her right hand and gently
caressed the still seeping pussy. She insterted three fingers between the
swollen lips and slowly slid them deep into the tight vaginal passage. She
was rewarded with an involuntary groan from Carolyn. Oh, baby! she
thought. I'm in love!
"Is that. Is what you're doing the check?" Carolyn wheezed.
"Just a part, honey. Just a part. I have to make sure you can
handle the probe."
"Probe? You mean like a thermometer?"
"Yes, only a little bigger. But, you are absolutely correct.
Basically, it's just a special kind of thermometer. Now, let mother take
your temperature!"
Joanna rubbed the spongy head of the artificial penis around and
around Carolyn's hyper-sensitive labia. Carolyn was beside herself with
sensations. It was all she could do to keep from jumping off of the desk
and run screaming from the room.
In her highly agitated state, Carolyn was quite disgusted with
herself. Here someone was trying to help her and all she could think of
was what was happening below her waist. What a slut she must be to keep on
reacting like this to a simple exam. Had she no shame? Worse, had she no
control? Could she ever go into a doctor's office again without fear of
embarrassing herself?
Joanna lovingly inserted the dildo's head into Carolyn's steaming
vagina.
"Aaahh," moaned Carolyn as all rational thought left the vulnerable
paralegal. She was penetrated deeper and deeper as Joanna worked the dildo
into her tight victim by using a slow and easy in-and-out motion, going
further and further in at each thrust. Carolyn's hips quickly began
responding to Joanna's thrustings with motions of their own, adding an
occasional circular motion to enhance the sensations being generated by the
dildo's presence.
Overcome by the scene, Susan George quickly fastened her lips on
Carolyn's bobbing right breast. Her left hand cluched Carolyn's left
breast, the fingers tweaking the astonishing errect nipple. Susan's right
hand flew up underneath her skirt and into her panties. She rapidly
masturbated while contentedly suckling on Carolyn's breast. I want this
woman, she thought. I want this woman for my very own. Oh, Yes!
Joanna had worked the dildo all the way in by now, and had
increased the pace of her thrusts. Faster and faster she became, with
Carolyn matching her thrust for thrust, her naked buttocks noisily slapping
the polished wooden desk top. Beautiful, thought Joanna as she watched her
sweating prey, Carolyn's face glowing with effort, her unseeing eyes glazed
over with lust. She thought feverishly of the devices in her desk, the
nipple clamps, butt plugs and the like. Her mind positively boggled at the
thought of using them on the delectable Miss Lord. She glanced at the
clock. Shit! No time, she wailed to herself. No fucking time at all! It
just wasn't fair! Of all the days for this to finally happen! Shit!
From Carolyn's frenzied breathing Joanna knew that the woman's time
was near, very near indeed. All right, then. She would enjoy the moment
(man, would she enjoy it!), but next time, next time she would do it right!
She removed the dildo and threw it underneath the desk. Carolyn
arched her hips, searching for her missing lover. Joanna quickly placed
her lips on Carolyn's vulva, thrusting her tongue now deep into the
clenching vagina. Carolyn reached her hands up from the desk up and held
the back of Joanna's head, trying to thrust it within her out-of-control
body.
Susan George had brought herself quickly to orgasm (no patience,
that woman!), and had collapsed in the easy chair, her small mind teaming
with grandiose plots on how to possess Carolyn totally, and soon, too!
Joanna used her educated tongue well. She was cunning in her
cunnilingus, and the defenseless Carolyn was brought to the brink several
times, only to be deliberately brought back again. Finally, even Joanna
knew that Carolyn could be deigned no longer. Her tongue worked the tight
clenching walls of Carolyn's vagina as the fingers of her right hand
flicked Carolyn's clitoris just once.
"YES!" Carolyn cried out in ecstasy as her vagina pulsed again and
again. Joanna's tongue lapped up the precious juices being spewed forth by
the convulsing young woman who was caught up in the throes of her long
denighed orgasm.
When Carolyn became aware of her surroundings once again, she saw
that Ms Pendergast was seated behind her desk, with Susan George standing
on her left.
"Am I. Am I done?" she timidly asked the forbidding figure seated
before her.
"Finally awake, are we?" Joanna Pendergast asked. "It's about
time, too. Just were do you think you are, anyway?"
"Sorry, mam. I don't really know what happened. Must have been
tired," the embarrassed Carolyn answered. She wasn't sure if she could
cover herself up yet or not, so she remained as she was, laying naked on
the desk, her hands and arms at her sides. She was conscious of a wetness
coming from her throbbing vagina. My God! she thought. What's that all
about?
"Is the check-up finished? Am I all right?"
"It's OK, Miss Lord. And, yes, you seem to be quite all right."
"Thank you," she murmured, as she tried to discreetly cover herself
with her hands. Being naked like this was impossible to endure, just
impossible!
"Ah. By the way, what did cause. I mean, why did I."
"Oh, that. It wasn't the chair after all, it was just you. I
guess it must have been your time. Now, please get dressed. I have much
to do before the conference and don't really have time for this sort of
nonsense."
"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," the confused Carolyn meekly said as she
wearily pulled herself off of the wide desk. Under the glittering eyes of
her two superiors, the terribly embarrassed Carolyn Lord got dressed,
forsaking modesty for haste in her desire to quickly leave the scene of her
latest disaster.
Carolyn left her supervisor's office stunned. She couldn't believe
it. It wasn't possible.
My God, she thought. I've just climaxed in my clothes! I've just
climaxed in my clothes and for no reason! Then, she did it again, right in
the middle of a check-up with a medical probe for God's sake. She had
never felt so ashamed, not so much for the loss of control over her body,
especially in front of Ms. Pendergast and Susan George, which was bad
enough. But, what really bothered her, what really shook her so badly she
just wanted to lay down and die, was that deep down within her very soul
she knew that she had enjoyed it. What was wrong with me today? she
wondered. What was wrong?
Dead tired, she staggered into the deserted ladies room. The
crotch of her slacks was thoroughly soaked with her own secretions.
Fortunately, after applying several hand towels, the dark material served
to almost totally mask its damp condition, while the front of her jacket
kept it all covered anyway. Of course, to really hide the damp spot she
had to wear her slacks high on her hips again, instead of low. Strangely,
the idea didn't bother her as much as it once did. She understood that
things were somehow different for her, and did not mind the discomfort. In
fact, although she did not recognize it in her emotionally spent condition,
she did not mind the contact of stimulating material on her vulva at all,
now. Her actions with Ms. Pendergast and Susan George kept worrying her.
How could this have happened? her dazed and tired mind kept asking as she
was drying herself off. When she felt she was finally presentable, she
dressed, left her stall, and went to one of the sinks. As she carefully
washed her hands, she looked longingly at the empty couch located against
the far wall. Such a lovely couch, she thought.
In the mirror above the sink, she could see that her eyes were
barely open. The clock on the wall had three hours until the conference.
Just enough time for a decent nap, she thought. I must do this, otherwise,
I'll never make it.
She wanted to lock the door to the restroom, but what was everyone
else supposed to do in the meantime? Never mind, she thought. What could
happen in here? she reasoned as she gratefully laid down. It's the safest
place in the building.
She wondered briefly if it might be better if she undressed first,
but decided against it. Better not press my luck, she thought.
In a moment, Carolyn was fast asleep.
End Part VII
Into the Maelstrom: Part VIII
Carolyn awoke feeling breathless, yet somehow satisfied and very
refreshed.
"My God! What a dream," she said. It was so vivid! She stayed
quiet for a moment, trying to remember the dream's details before they were
forgotten. She must have been in the 'Wizard of Oz,' because she could
distinctly remember a woman's voice cackling and saying, "I've got you now,
my pretty!" What an odd thing to dream, being molested by the Wicked Witch
of the West!
As she laid there, she sensed a slight breeze blowing across her
body and felt surprisingly cool. With a sinking feeling, she looked down
at herself and groaned. There she was again, in a condition which was
becoming disturbingly familiar for her: naked, covered in sweat, her vagina
quietly pulsating, and her pubic hairs and inner thighs positively soaked
with fluids. Her suit at least was folded over the couch back, thank God.
At least that was still here.
"I wonder if other girls ever have this problem?" she asked the
room. Lately she repeatedly was waking up naked in strange places!
"Maybe I should bow to the inevitable and just sleep in the nude
from now on," she thought. "I keep ending up that way."
She disgustedly got up off the couch and went naked over to the
sinks. She took a hand towel from the rack (no paper towels in this firm's
restrooms!) and, after dampening it thoroughly, began a quick wash. She
looked in the mirror and suddenly froze.
"Oh, hell. Not again!" she moaned as she realized what she was
doing. For the second time in 24 hours, here she was, completely naked in
a restroom! Grabbing her clothes and a few towels, Carolyn dashed into a
stall, locking the door behind her.
"Just what is going on, anyway?" she wondered as she hung up her
clothes on the stall's clothes hook. For thirty years she had held her
body under a tight, absolute control. Suddenly, everything had changed.
Her body was rapidly becoming something beyond her understanding, something
even beyond her control. What was causing this? Sun spots? A beginning
form of sex madness? Not enough chocolate in her diet?
Oh, my! Since it just started happening to her, perhaps it had
something to do with an early form of menopause? Ugh! What a thought!
"Let's not get carried away here," she said firmly.
Of course she knew what had happened to her. It was quite simple,
really. She just didn't want to face it, that's all. She had done the
same thing last night at Tamiko's apartment, dreaming of glowing sex and
thinking it was so very real, because it was what she supposedly really
wanted.
It was an idea that Carolyn was not totally sold on, but the
alternative was so unthinkable she just had to believe it! If it wasn't a
dream, then the only other answer was that she had been actually. actually
used by people! Sexually used!
"My, God!" she thought. It scared her just thinking about it. It
had to be a dream, she knew, it just had to! Didn't it?
All the same, she knew she was becoming greatly affected by
people's behavior, always seeing sex where it wasn't. Any kind of innocent
act by someone toward her was now construed by her as some direct assault
on her person. Even people passing her in the narrow corridors between the
cubicles was causing a reaction within her! Regardless of what or were the
handling of her person occurred, her body would responded almost eagerly to
each presumed touch and caress.
It seemed she couldn't even sit in chairs any more without risking
an uncontrolled climax. And as for any type of medical examination--
forget it! She shuddered as she remembered what happened so recently in
Ms. Pendergast's office. My, God! The woman was only trying to help her
and she responded sexually to a simple check-up. No more, she thought, no
more check-ups!
The secret knowledge that she enjoyed it was only dimly recognized
by her conscious, the idea was so totally beyond all her comprehension and
upbringing.
The fact that these dreams kept happening disturbed her greatly.
Did this mean that she actually wanted such things to happen to her? she
asked herself as she got dressed again.
"I don't believe it," Carolyn said loudly, to scare away any chance
that it could possibly even partly be true.
Either way, at least this time she had the good sense to remove her
clothes first, although she didn't really remember doing so.
It was a good thing Tamiko had been able to explained it all to
her, about her strange sex dreams and what they implied. Otherwise she
wouldn't have known what to do! She would certainly have felt the need to
loge a complaint with the firm about this latest presumed violation of her
person. "But against who, though?" she thought, chuckling. "The Invisible
Man?"
Speaking of missing persons, just where were Tamiko and her
clothes, anyway?
After leaving the restroom, Carolyn returned directly to the
sanctuary of her desk. No one can bother me there, she thought smugly.
Should have thought of this before.
When she returned to her corner, Carolyn found a familiar blond
figure seated behind her desk and going through her drawers. A neat
package was laying on the center of her desk.
"Tiffany! What are you doing here?," Carolyn said, a little
breathlessly. The unexpected sight of Tiffany Goodbody had returned
Carolyn to last night and Tiffany's initiation ceremony. Her knees weak,
she had to shake her head to clear her mind of the torrent of sensual
images and sensations which suddenly flooded her being. Carolyn was shocked
to realize that foremost in her mind was the burning image of a nude
Tiffany, draped on a couch, her firm tanned flesh glowing in the candle
light.
"How can the mere sight of this beautiful, empty headed
all-American teenage girl have such an effect on me?" she asked herself as
she went behind her desk to greet her trainee. And to get her chair back!
"Hi!" said the golden 18-year old girl, as she calmly continued her
inspection of Carolyn's desk. "Tamiko asked me to give you this package.
She said you'd know what it was."
"Thank you," Carolyn said primly, as she eagerly picked up the
package.
Carolyn wasn't very happy about the way Tiffany was going through
her things. That girl had a bad habit of forgetting her place; but, in her
joy at finally being able to be fully dressed again, Carolyn was willing to
overlook it, this time.
She opened the bundle and found just her blouse and scarf, both
neatly folded after being cleaned and pressed.
"Where is the rest?" Carolyn asked, careful not to reveal her
extreme disappointment.
"That's all she gave me. Something's missing?"
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact. My. my pa. Well, some of my
clothes aren't here," Carolyn said, blushing at the thought of her current
state of undress. "You know, like my belt and things. I really need
them." She couldn't tell this child that she didn't have on any underwear
at all, and how it felt so funny, so deliciously naughty going around the
office all day without them.
"Oh. You don't say? Well, I helped Tamiko look for your stuff
this morning and these were all we could find. You had clothes scattered
everywhere, by the way. What were you thinking of last night, anyway?"
"Uh, last night?" Carolyn hadn't the faintest idea what she was
thinking last night, even the parts she could remember.
"Look, Tiffany," Carolyn said, trying to change the subject, "you
need to get back to Tamiko for me and find out what happened to my things.
I could really use them. A blouse and scarf just isn't going to be
enough!"
"Enough for what?" Tiffany asked mischievously, knowing full well
exactly how Carolyn was dressed today. Everyone else seemed to be having
some fun with this stuck-up Greek bitch today, she thought. Why couldn't
she?
"It's really none of your business," Carolyn replied nervously.
She couldn't know the truth about her clothes, could she?
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go to the ladies room and
change," Carolyn said as she unfolded her blouse on the desk.
"Oh, you can do that right here," Tiffany said as she stood up and
moved directly in front of the perplexed Carolyn.
Carolyn's jacket buttons seemed to spring open at the touch of
Tiffany's lightening hands. Carolyn and Tiffany were both startled when
they looked down and suddenly discovered Carolyn's uncovered breasts,
nipples hard as bullets, framed by the open jacket and thrusting proudly
into the chilled air of the brightly lighted office.
"Cool!" breathed Tiffany.
"Tiffany! What are you doing?" Carolyn gasped as she spun around,
holding the unbuttoned sides of her jacket closed over her chest. "Not
here! I must go to the ladies room to do this!"
"That's what you think," said Tiffany softly, as Carolyn felt her
hands on her waist. Suddenly there was a sound behind them and Carolyn
felt Tiffany's hands disappear.
She quickly rebuttoned her jacket, then turned around, not knowing
what to expect.
Tiffany had vanished! Instead of seeing the teenager, standing in
front of her desk was the head of the firm, Mr. Samuel Winston Spencer III,
and the firm's most senior partner, old Mr. Brandon.
"Is this a bad time?" Mr. Spencer asked the flushed Carolyn.
"No, sir. What can I do for you?"
"Please sit down, Miss Lord. There's something we'd like to
discuss in private with you."
"Of course, sir," Carolyn said as she reached for her chair.
"It concerns your preparations for the conference. This is
strictly informal, so take it easy. We can do this another time if you are
busy."
"It's no bother, sir. Perhaps we could go to your office, if that
would be more comfortable for you."
"Nonsense. This is just fine. Now, sit down, Carolyn." he said,
pulling up a chair in front of her desk.
Carolyn sat, but as she pulled her chair up to the desk, she jumped
slightly as the startled Carolyn felt something brush against her left leg!
The silly teenager must have ducked under and was now located in the knee
pocket underneath her desk.
"What the hell could she be doing down there?" the frazzled Carolyn
wondered as she listened with less and less concentration to Mr. Spencer
talk about the conference.
As Spencer continued to talk, Carolyn felt a sharp tug on her
jacket. Casting a quick look down, she saw with horror that a small pair
of hands was unbuttoning her jacket from the bottom up. Quickly, she
rolled her chair closer to the desk, and pulled out the keyboard shelf,
pushing her stomach as far into the shelf as it would go. "That should
stop the stupid bitch!" she hoped. What else could she do down there?
She tried to kick Tiffany under the desk, but only had her pumps
taken off her feet for her efforts.
Mr. Spencer droned on. Carolyn felt her knees being separated, and
something big moving between her widespread thighs. She felt fingers move
along her upper thighs to her waist underneath her jacket. When Carolyn
felt the fingers start to work on the fastener of her slacks, she began to
become very worried. "She wouldn't dare open them," thought the furious
Carolyn. "Not with Mr. Spencer right here."
When her waistband was loosened, her confused mind was at a loss of
what to do about it. The two most important individuals in the firm were
right in front of her, and that damn Tiffany kept playing stupid games with
her clothes!
The shocked woman next heard the faint but quick sound of a zipper
being opened. "I don't think they noticed, Thank God!" she
thought. "Still, why are they looking at me that way?"
All thought of her employers' strange behavior fled when Carolyn
felt her slacks slowly being tugged down on both sides of her hips. "What
is she up to this time?" she wondered. "She can't get them off while I'm
sitting on them", she thought confidently. For insurance, she eased her
hands off of the desk and held onto her slacks.
In Tiffany's efforts to remove Carolyn's slacks, the woman felt as
if her whole body was being dragged under the desk. Carolyn tried to press
her hips as hard as possible into the soft chair but it wasn't working.
Her slacks went up and down as she engaged in a terrible battle with
Tiffany for them. Even with all her efforts, the disparing Carolyn still
felt her slacks being pulled very slowly but surely down her hips!
Meanwhile, both Mr. Spencer and Mr. Brandon were wondering just
what in hell had gotten into the normally cool and collected Miss Lord
today.
Samuel Spencer was worried about the performance of one of his star
employees on a very crucial day for the firm. She was obviously nervous as
hell about something. Better cut this foolish talk short and let her relax
a bit before the conference. "Just so long as everyone is ready for the
conference, that is all that matters to me today," he thought. "And to
hell with anything else!"
John Brandon was also concerned, but for different reasons. His
semi-senile mind churned with thoughts of wine, fireplaces, and bedrooms.
Carolyn Lord had showed up to work at the firm today with those fantastic
tits of hers, the ones he had been fantasizing about for years, practically
hanging out. In the five years that she has been with the firm, never--
but never-- has she ever dressed like that! Now, she's jerking and
squirming like crazy woman in her seat, making her delectable breasts do a
veritable dance on her barely covered chest.
"I've never seen her so jumpy or her face so flushed," Brandon
thought. It was almost like something was happening to her underneath the
desk.
"Are you all right? You seem a little distracted just now,"
inquired Mr. Spencer politely.
"Oh, yes. I feel quite fine," Carolyn lied as she continued her
secret and silent battle with Tiffany to save her slacks. "Just concerned
about making it all go right for the conference this afternoon."
"Good. Does your chair need replacing? You seem to be squirming a
lot."
"Sorry. The chair is fine. I am fine. I probably just had a
little too much coffee this morning. Was there anything else?"
"I see. I understand you had an accident coming to work this
morning, which is why you were late. Nothing serious, I trust?"
"Nothing serious at all. Just spilled some tea, that's all. And
here's my blouse, fresh from the cleaners. It was just delivered not five
minutes ago."
"Excellent. I was a little surprised at hearing how you were
dressed today," he said, trying not to stare too obviously at Carolyn's
cleavage. "Especially when you consider how important this potential
client is to us, and how valuable your role will be in the process today."
"Thank you. I'll do my best."
"Good! I always knew you wouldn't let us down. Ms. Pendergast was
concerned about you for some reason and insisted that we come back here and
have this talk with you," Mr. Spencer said as he stood up to leave.
"Strange. Must be the strain has gotten everyone a little buggy today."
"That could very well be true, Mr. Spencer. I've been a little
nervous myself, lately."
"I can believe that. Perhaps some pay raises and promotions spread
around the firm will ease the pain a bit, if this works of course.
Especially for you, Miss Lord."
"Oh, my! Thank you!" Carolyn gasped, bringing her hands away from
her hips and placing them on the desk as she raised herself off of her
seat. In her excitement to properly thank Mr. Spencer, she utterly forgot
about Tiffany. Tiffany used the opportunity to quickly pull the opened
slacks further down Carolyn's hips.
"Oh!" Carolyn gasped, blushing, as she quickly sat back down again.
"OH!" Carolyn cried again as her vulva came into contact with
Tiffany's right hand, which she had quickly forced down the open front of
Carolyn's slacks.
"No, no. Don't get up," said Spencer as he reached across the desk
to take her right hand in both of his. "I can tell you're very excited
about it, and that's good. I'd like to see a lot more of that kind of
enthusiasm around here."
"Uh. Thank you, Mr. Spencer," Carolyn said a little breathlessly,
as Tiffany worked the middle finger of her right hand in and out of
Carolyn's defenseless pussy.
"Anyway, You're more than welcome. You will have earned it.
Believe me!" he said, releasing her hand.
"Coming, John?"
"No, Sam. I'd like to stay and talk with Miss Lord for a while,
yet."
"Oh, no!" groaned Carolyn to herself. "I can't do anything with
him hanging around!"
"OK, but try not to be too long. We've got that final talk with
everyone during lunch at the restaurant in 15 minutes."
"Right, Sam. I'll be there."
To Carolyn's considerable alarm, Mr. Brandon settled more
comfortably into his chair, the sure sign of a long stay. As he started on
another of his long but pointless monologues of cases past, Carolyn was in
a quandary. This child under her desk was touching her, actually touching
her! Yet, what could she do to stop it?
In spite of her confusion, Carolyn noticed that Mr. Brandon seemed
very interested in her cleavage. "Oh my!" she thought. "That proper old
gentleman was trying to look down the top of my jacket." She knew that by
pressing her middle tight against the desk, it looked like she was offering
her cleavage to the old man like a native sacrifice. But, if she leaned
back, Tiffany would surely unbutton the rest of her jacket. The more he
looked at the increasing preoccupied Miss Lord, the more John Brandon
became fascinated by the buttons of Carolyn's jacket, and what was behind
them. He realized that Carolyn was no longer responding to his statements.
She was instead developing an unusual inward stare, as if her mind was
elsewhere.
"Well," he thought, "it was now or never." While still talking, he
reached over with his right hand to the preoccupied woman and casually
opened her jacket buttons. He then sat back in his chair and waited for
the reaction.
Carolyn was suddenly aware that Mr. Brandon had said or done
something that was important, but she hadn't the faintest idea what it was.
She must concentrate or he will surely think that she was losing her mind!
If only she weren't feeling so melted inside! She needed desperately to be
left alone. All she could think of was getting her slacks up, ditching
Tiffany someplace and going back to her apartment for a rest and a chance
to regain control of her life.
She still couldn't get away from the feeling that something was
wrong between her and Mr. Brandon. Carolyn looked down and her mouth
opened in shock. Her jacket was open, and her firm proud breasts were
fully exposed to the delighted gaze of Mr. Brandon. She instinctively rose
to run away, but Tiffany quickly realized her opportunity and pulled on
Carolyn's slacks with all of her might.
With horror, Carolyn knew she was trapped at her desk as her slacks
went down to her ankles. She quickly sat again, the tops of her thighs
resting on the edge of the chair, carelessly splayed open. She looked on,
stupefied, as Mr. Brandon reached over and pushed her jacket off of her
shoulders. He then lovingly cupped one full breast in each hand.
"Close your mouth, woman. You look silly," Mr. Brandon quietly
said as the old man coolly manipulated both breasts. He wanted very badly
to fuck this highly desirable and previously untouchable young woman, but
at his age some things just weren't possible!
Carolyn obediently closed her mouth, but otherwise sat frozen. Her
perfect world had spun completely out of control. Her mind was gone, and
she could think of nothing. She was the perfect subject. She was theirs
for the taking.
Tiffany removed Carolyn's slacks and shoes and carelessly threw
them behind her. She saw in the shadow of the desk her target spread
invitingly before her. She moved forward and, resting on her knees, threw
her arms around Carolyn's hips, lightly digging her nails into the bulging
haunches. Her face was between Carolyn's open thighs, only an inch or so
from the woman's vulnerable cunt. She looked up and saw that both of
Carolyn's breasts were completely exposed and were being held by a very old
pair of male hands. Oh, goody! she thought. Let's see the snooty Greek
bitch talk her way out of this one on Monday!
Tiffany took a moment to enjoyed the surprisingly intoxicating
scent of Carolyn's womanhood, and then went to work. She had Carolyn at
her mercy and loved it. Tiffany wanted Carolyn to scream for her
forgiveness for bean so mean to her ever since she came to the firm before
she would stop tormenting the proud bitch. It was perfect. With that old
goat getting her from above and Tiffany getting her from below, Carolyn
didn't have a chance!
Tiffany leaned forward and worked on Carolyn's vulnerable vulva and
clitoris with her mouth.
Tom Phillips came to work late that Saturday, knowing that he
couldn't even start the weekly PC backups until after today's guests were
long gone. The office was very quiet. Everyone was at a firm-sponsored
lunch at the restaurant located on the building's first floor. Quiet
except for a weird low moaning sound coming from the far corner of the big
administrative section. It was so low, he probably wouldn't have head it
if there had been any other people around.
Intrigued, he walked quietly along the partition corridor, the
moaning became louder and louder as he neared the corner of the large room.
"Very interesting," he said softly. That's coming from the fabled
Miss Lord's corner. "I wonder who is using it, and for what," he thought.
He had heard about some unusual things happening at the firm from time to
time, but they had certainly never happened to him. He reached the end of
the corridor and stopped abruptly.
"Wow!" Tom said softly.
The first thing he saw was his idol Carolyn Lord, seated behind her
desk, her face looking flushed and dazed. Her eyes were unfocused. Her
head was thrown over the seat back, her open mouth gasping for air.
Carolyn's suit jacket was open and she had nothing on underneath. Old man
Brandon was sitting to the right of the desk, a hand on each of her
breasts. Each of them was totally oblivious to Tom's presence.
Below the desk's modesty panel, Tom saw a pile of clothes and pair
of feet in pink high heels sticking out from underneath the desk.
Tom noticed that the way Carolyn was jumping in her chair seemed to
indicate that more was going on with her then just Brandon. He walked
towards the back of the desk and was not surprised to see a tousled blond
head rise directly in front of Carolyn, and heard a brief chortle before
the head disappeared back under the desk.
He returned to the front of the desk and knelt to the floor. He
pulled the pile of loose clothes from under the modesty board and saw that
it consisted of a pair of woman's slacks and shoes.
"Bingo!" he breathed.
He lowered himself full length on the ground and looked underneath
the panel. Under the desk he saw in the shadows a familiar-looking behind
covered in a tight dress belonging to a woman whose face appeared to be
imbedded in Carolyn Lord's naked crotch. "I'd know that tight behind
anywhere," he thought. "It belongs to that stupid, rich bitch Tiffany
Goodbody!" The same girl who just last week called him, yet again, a
"computer geek" while she turned him down, yet again, for one lousy date!
Well, now. Let's see who's the geek here, you bitch! he thought
savagely as he removed his clothes.
The dual manipulation of Carolyn's body continued as, kneeling in
the front of the desk, Tom undid the latch and silently swung the modesty
panel open. He slowly lifted the skirt of the kneeling Tiffany's dress and
placed it as high up her back as he could. Through her tight,
semi-transparent pantyhose he could clearly see her tight flexing asscheeks
and the dark crevice in-between.
Carolyn Lord was lost in a sea of sensation. She was helpless
before this dual assault, her feelings of shame sometimes overwhelming her
as she came to realize that she did not want this to end, even though she
was powerless to act. Yet, when her ravaged mind finally realized that
someone else was present in her corner, she had recovered enough of her
wits to realize that someone was preparing a nasty surprise for her
tormentor, Tiffany.
Tiffany thought she sensed something was going on behind her, then
felt Carolyn's hands in her hair, her thighs tightening around her head and
forgot about it. "Oh, man!" she thought. "Carolyn's finally getting into
the spirit of things."
When Tiffany felt her pantyhose being pulled off her hips and down
her thighs, she tried to back out of the desk. But Carolyn's hands now
held her fiercely by the hair and she couldn't pull her head away from
between Carolyn's tightly clenched thighs. Tiffany's face was hopelessly
trapped, pressed tightly against Carolyn's steaming crotch.
Tom quickly reached between Tiffany's thighs and found the
teenager's now vulnerable cunt. She was so excited from her manipulation
of Carolyn that he found her pussy very wet. Tiffany's hips bucked and
danced as the distraught teenager tried to escape the invading digits. She
tried to scream her protests against this unwanted invasion, but Carolyn
had her face pressed so tightly into her crotch that Tiffany was having
trouble just being able to breath.
In spite of her struggles, Tom quickly found Tiffany's erect
clitoris and brought the surprised teenager to immediate orgasm, her
powerful cuntal muscles causing vast amounts of vaginal fluid to come
spewing out. And then he did it again, and yet again.
The exhausted Tiffany finally quit fighting to escape the vice grip
of Carolyn's thighs, and could only kneel under the desk, gasping for
breath between Carolyn's legs as she desperately prayed for a respite from
her unknown assailant.
Tom unzipped the back of Tiffany's dress and unhooked her bra.
Tiffany felt with horror her breasts dangling freely beneath her as the top
of her dress and bra were pushed over her smooth shoulders and down to the
floor.
Carolyn's climax caught her by surprise. Tiffany's struggles had
embedded her nose deep into Carolyn's clasping cunt, while the non-stop
expert manipulation of her exposed breasts by the firm's eldest member was
causing her to reach new heights of erotic stimulation. Her body lay
placid, a comely smile on her lips as she gasped for breath, while her
climax washed over her.
Her eyes closed, Carolyn lay collapsed in her chair as Mr. Brandon
looked upon her with the satisfaction of a job well done. He politely
pulled Carolyn's jacket back over her shoulders and buttoned it. He kissed
her on the forehead, said "Thank you," and left, confident that he had
finally conquered the impeccable Miss Lord by fondling her beautiful
breasts alone. "Something to remember," the semi-senile old man thought
gleefully, "for my old age." Not that he would ever tell any of his
cronies about it. Not proper, you know. Besides, which one of them would
ever believe it?
Never noticing the piles of clothing or various heads and feet
extending from underneath Carolyn's desk, the dazed Mr. Brandon tottered
off for his meeting.
After waiting until Mr. Brandon was long gone, Carolyn released her
grip on Tiffany's hair, and quickly moved her chair away from the desk.
Surprised by the sudden lack of support, Tiffany fell face first onto the
carpeted floor, her asscheeks waving high in the air behind her. She then
started crawling out from under the desk, thankful that her ordeal was
finally over. As she moved forward, she felt her pantyhose being pulled
off of her legs. "I'll find them in a minute," she thought. "I just need
to get out from under this desk!"
As soon as the naked Tiffany had wearily crawled on all fours out
from under the desk, someone placed their hands around the tops of her
thighs and pulled her backward. But, instead of falling, she felt her
behind pressing up against naked flesh, with some large object moving
between her upper thighs.
"Oh, no!" she cried, as she realized that it could only be a naked
man behind her. She turned her head and finally saw who her assailant was.
"Oh, my God!" she thought. "It was that computer geek!"
"You can't do this!" she indignantly sputtered.
"Oh, yes! I certainly can do this, you bitch!" the exultant Tom
thought as he finally began to thoroughly fuck that beautiful body kneeling
before him.
Leaning forward, he grabbed a pert breast in each hand as his hips
started to pound the girl's bouncing buttocks, his cock going deeper and
deeper into the well-lubricated vagina. Tiffany's young body, already
primed by a night of almost endless sex, quickly began to react to this
unwanted assault. Her hips began moving in relation to Tom's movements, so
that each of his thrusts was met by one of hers. Her tight vagina clasped
the thrusting cock, as if it was reluctant to have it leave the hot, wet
confines of her pulsating cunt.
As Tom's regular buffeting of the teenager's vagina went on and on,
Tiffany totally lost her mind! The fact that she was being totally
striped, humiliated, and fucked from behind by someone she didn't even
like, didn't matter anymore. In fact, it all served to excite the golden
teenager as she had never been before! All she could think about now was
the glorious cock in her loins.
Totally joined, their orgasm's erupted simultaneously.
Tiffany remained collapsed on the floor, completely spent, dreaming
of wedding gowns and floral arrangements. She was still kneeling, her
breasts mashed beneath her, with sperm and lubricant streaming down the
insides of her thighs. Tom got up, quietly collected his clothes and
Tiffany's underwear, and departed for the washroom.
Before he left though, he found Carolyn's slacks and shoes and
placed them neatly on her desk.
End Part VIII
Into the Maelstrom: Part IX
Carolyn Lord sat sprawled in her chair, naked from the waist down,
her vaginal juices pooling on the seat. She watched the nude Tiffany
sleeping contentedly on the floor beside her chair, the teenager softly
muttering "I Do!" every so often.
"I'm doomed," she thought. If she couldn't protect herself from a
mental light-weight like Tiffany, she was in serious trouble.
This was not her imagination. This was not some wild dream. She
looked down at herself and realized the harsh reality of it: her neatly
trimmed pubic hair glistening in the harsh light of the office, the cooling
pool of her own secretions growing between her naked thighs, the feel of
the abrasive seat cloth on her poor, abused vulva. It certainly was no
accident, like that medical examination gone wrong when she reacted like a
slut instead of a proper woman. Tiffany knew exactly what she was doing to
her. Didn't she?
But did she? Tiffany was a child. A child in the beautiful body
of a woman, to be sure, but a child all the same. And children liked to
play! "It was all so simple," she thought. All she had to do was think it
through.
She had seen her young nieces and nephews constantly do things they
couldn't possible understand the real meaning of, just to get a reaction
from their older relatives. She herself had gotten some swats on the
bottom and even had her breasts grabbed a few times during family events,
though she knew they meant nothing really sinister by doing so. They were
just being deliberately naughty. Tiffany couldn't possibly know what it
was she was really doing to her. The young minx, she was just playing a
game with her!
But this was a very serious game, indeed. She could have been
humiliated in front of anyone who cared to walk by, not to mention
Mr. Spencer. She might have even lost her job because of it. And what
happened with poor old Mr. Brandon? That dear old man wasn't responsible
for his actions anymore. He was just helplessly caught up in the
teenager's foolishness. He was probably more embarrassed about the whole
thing then she was.
"Well, if Tiffany chooses to act like a child, then by God I will
treat her like one!" she said.
She lifted one elegant foot and pushed it against Tiffany's
upraised rump, causing the sleeping girl to topple to the floor.
Tiffany awoke with a start. She got up from the floor and,
sheepishly avoiding Carolyn's annoyed look, set about getting dressed. She
found her dress, but her underwear had vanished. "That's just great," she
said bitterly, holding her dress. "Now what am I supposed to do? I'm
dirty and my underwear's gone. I can't go around like this!"
"Come here," said Carolyn.
Shocked that Carolyn was actually speaking to her, and both of them
not even dressed, Tiffany ignored her and continued to look for her missing
clothes.
"Come here, I said!"
Holding her dress protectively in front of her, Tiffany timidly
went over to where Carolyn still sat.
"Put on your dress."
"But I can't," wailed the teenager. "I'm dirty and I don't have
my."
"Tough. Put it on. Now!" commanded Carolyn.
With a pouty face, Tiffany put the dress up over her head and
started putting her arms into it, very aware that she was now totally
exposed to the glowering Carolyn.
When Tiffany's arms were tangled in the sleeves and her head
completely covered by the dress, Carolyn put her right arm around Tiffany's
slim waist and pulled the surprised girl over her knees.
Holding the squirming Tiffany with her left hand, Carolyn's strong
right hand hit Tiffany's small, firm buttocks. SMACK!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" squealed the teenager, her voice muffled, as
she fought to free herself of the dress.
"You want to act like a child here, then I'm going to start
treating you like a child," Carolyn said calmly as she hit the beautiful,
tanned hillocks once again. SMACK!
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Tiffany screamed, desperately trying to escape
this trap she had placed herself. No one had done that to her. No one had
ever hit her back there, not ever!
"Watch me," Carolyn murmured with contentment as she resumed her
lesson. She had wanted to do this to the girl for some time.
The spanking continued until Tiffany's small bottom was showing a
slight pink all over her dark tan. Tiffany had ceased struggling some time
ago, and, still tangled in her dress, was reduced to sobbing quietly.
"There, there. It's time for you to grow up, Tiffany," Carolyn
said, gently. "This is a place of business, not a playground to do
whatever you feel like. It's time you realized that."
Carolyn ran her hand lightly over the girl's smooth ass cheeks, and
enjoyed the heat that the firm flesh was radiating. "What fascinating
things they are," she marveled to herself. "How beautiful, how
symmetrical." Carolyn found herself lost for a moment in the wonderment of
Tiffany's buttocks.
She felt something wet on her upper thighs and, puzzled, sneaked a
hand between Tiffany's opened legs. She was amazed. Tiffany was wet! She
was so aroused that her vaginal fluids were actually dripping out of her
crotch and onto Carolyn's legs.
Tiffany felt the hand between her legs and automatically began to
grind her hips down onto it.
"Son of a bitch!" muttered Carolyn. She hadn't bargained on this
at all. Now what was she supposed to do?
At a loss of what action to take next, Carolyn glanced at the clock
on her desk. Stunned, she looked again. The conference was set to begin
in 15 minutes.
"JESUS CHRIST, THE CONFERENCE!!" Carolyn shouted. The VIPs had
already arrived and should just be leaving the lounge. She was late!
She jumped up and dumped the disappointed Tiffany onto the floor.
Pausing for just a second, she realized that she had to take the time to
get dressed. Panicked at being late, she pulled her suit jacket off over
her head and quickly put on her blouse and scarf, but gasped with dismay
when she saw that the buttons on her blouse were all missing.
"Damn it!" she yelled as she took everything off again and threw
the useless garments into a corner. Next she grabbed her slacks and shoes
from the desk and got into them, not bothering to properly fasten the
slacks just yet. She ran down the hall, her swollen breasts dancing
painfully on her chest, as she unbuttoned her jacket. She was putting it
when her unfastened slacks fell down to her ankles.
"Shit!" Carolyn gasped as she hit full length on the capered floor,
her breasts mashing painfully beneath her, her legs now tangled in her
slacks. Resisting an impulse to start screaming, Carolyn sighed instead
and sat up on the floor. The thick carpeting caused a delightful tickling
sensation on her abused vulva and she almost climaxed!
"Oh my God," she whispered. "My God." She took a deep breath and
carefully untangled her slacks and pulled them off. She stood up and then
got into them once again. She slowly fastened and zipped her slacks, after
first carefully making sure they hadn't been torn in the fall.
Learning her lesson, she swiftly walked the remainder of the
distance to the conference room, using her crossed arms to minimize her
breasts' movements as much as possible. Her nipples had been hard for so
long from rubbing against her jacket all day, she doubted if they would
ever again return to normal. Even minor breast movements now caused the
outraged nerve endings on her raw nipples to send excruciating impulses to
her brain.
It was all becoming too much for her to endure. She knew that her
resistance was nearing its end. She had had to withstand so much in the
past two days that her mind and body just couldn't take much more.
She had to get to conference, she just had to. She couldn't let
the firm have to deal with the consequences of her own weaknesses.
Besides, with all of those people around she would finally be safe.
As they stood waiting for the missing Carolyn and the visiting
VIPs, the Daiquiri Group grew more and more agitated. After years of being
Miss Untouchable, Carolyn Lord had suddenly become very touchable indeed.
Today they had seen just about everyone at the office take a liberty or two
with her once proud body, from senior partners to janitors, with nary a
protest being directed at them in return. Rumor had it that even some of
her fellow para's had taken an occasional opportunity with Miss Lord, with
surprisingly the same result. As the day went on, though, they could tell
she was becoming more and more unraveled. The secret slut was obviously
being affected by all that was happening to her (as if one wild night
wasn't enough!). Well, if she really wanted flounce that perfect body of
hers in front of the senior staff, then they would be more than willing to
help her.
Breathlessly, Carolyn entered the conference room and was greatly
relieved to discover that the VIPs had yet to arrive. The only ones there
were some her co-workers who had been required to attend the event. She
did a quick survey of the room and found everything was to her
satisfaction.
After saying her hello's, she went to stand with her fellow
paralegals and try to regain her composure.
"Have you seen Tiffany? She was suppose to be here for this,"
asked Tiffany's friend, Maria.
"No, sorry," Carolyn replied. "Haven't seen.HER!"
They pulled her slacks down so fast she couldn't react. One moment
she was standing there, engaged in normal conversation, and in the next
moment she was half naked! She stood there dumbly, staring in shock at her
bare legs, her slacks puddled at her feet. Before she could get her deeply
dazed mind to function at this new outrage, the visiting VIPs entered with
the senior law firm members.
As the group of paralegals moved to greet them at the door, the
terribly humiliated Carolyn was forced by the crowd to join them, leaving
her slacks on the floor. If she tried to pick them up it would have been
noticed by everyone! She chanced a quick look behind her and saw with
horror as Maria quickly fold up her slacks and stuff them in a plastic file
folder she was carrying.
She looked desperately for a way out, but the room's single
entrance was now filled with the senior members and their guests. She was
trapped! Carolyn knew her double-breasted jacket's hem was just low enough
to function as a micro-mini skirt, but she also knew that she dared not sit
and must even be very careful walking or else she chanced exposing herself
to everyone in the room.
As previously arranged, the firm's paralegals stood in a group
behind the podium located at the head of the long conference table.
Carolyn tried to hide behind the others, even though her normal place was
at the wide podium, controlling the presentation binder for whoever was
speaking.
Mr. Spencer finally had to motion her to take her place at his side
behind the podium. After everyone in the room had been introduced, the
presentation began. The chief representative for the Prospective Client,
Mrs. Abigail Stevens, was seated with her staff on the table's left. The
firm's counterparts were seated on the table's right.
As Mr. Spencer went through his opening remarks about the firm and
the terrific support provided by the firm's paralegals, Carolyn felt his
arm go around her waist over her jacket. He's just emphasizing his topic,
she thought nervously, but I hope he talks about something else soon.
Please, God, don't let him or the others see how undressed I am. At least
behind the protection of the podium she felt safe.
Ten minutes into the presentation she jumped when she thought she
felt something between the backs of her upper thighs. The feeling only
lasted a moment and was gone. Probably my imagination, she thought.
To her horror, the feeling returned! Something large and smooth
was working its way between the tops of her soft inner thighs. She jumped
again when it touched the lips of her vulva.
"Oh!" she inadvertently gasped when the object began to work its
way between her pussy lips.
"No! You can't...!" Carolyn automatically began, but stopped
abruptly when she saw with dismay that everyone at the table was now
looking quizzically at her.
Spencer stopped his presentation in mid-sentence and turned to put
his mouth close to her left ear.
"Is there something the matter, Miss Lord?" he asked softly.
"No, sir. Sorry," she muttered as she smiled weakly, horrified
that she had actually disrupted the presentation.
"OK, then."
To her relief, Mr. Spencer smoothly continued his talk and she
could see that the disruption was quickly forgotten by the people at the
table. However, the thick object between her thighs also continued its way
up into her vagina. The intruder was soon deep enough in her defenseless
vagina that she could feel the hand holding it now begin to work its way
through her tightly clenched thighs.
She felt hands on her right ankle shift her foot, so that her legs
were soon spread apart. She was now completely wide open to whatever those
in back of her wanted to do to her vulnerable yet most private of places.
She jumped when a hand began to move confidently across her firm
buttocks. She jumped again when she felt a second hand on her behind. It
too began to casually trace the rounded contours of the exposed buttocks
under her jacket!
The hand between her thighs began to move deliberately back and
forth, causing the unwanted intruder to have a most shocking affect on her.
To her dismay, she could sense her vaginal fluids quickly begin to flow.
The familiar sensations which had been kept simmering within her ever since
she came to work were now quickly being brought to a boil within her once
again. Before the events of the past two days, she could never have
believed it possible that anyone, especially her, could be sexually aroused
against their will, even if she did deep down really enjoy the sensation.
Now, she knew that she being taken swiftly, helplessly to the point where
she would shortly loose control and have an orgasm in front of all of these
unsuspecting people, unless she could find a way to prevent it. "But how?"
her tired mind screamed at her. "But how?"
Other hands spread her asscheeks, and she jumped when she felt
something cold touch her anus. "Oh, my dear God!" she thought. "Not
there! They just couldn't!"
The object slowly forced its way passed her tightly clenched anus,
and began to work its way slowly yet inexorably up her rectal passage.
Carolyn stood, too stunned to react. She was only wearing her
jacket and shoes in a room full of people at a law firm, hands on her naked
buttocks, and now she was helplessly impaled! And she couldn't do anything
about it!! If she made any kind of scene, her shattered mind reasoned, she
would be publicly humiliated in front of everyone. What if the police or
someone should ask her what happened to her clothes? What could she tell
them?
In spite of her claim to the contrary, Mr. Spencer was aware that
all was not well with the usually cool Miss Lord. Even as he continued
with his presentation, he could tell she was becoming increasingly
agitated. The fact that she had deliberately taken off her slacks for an
important presentation, even after her assurance she would be properly
dressed for it, seemed to confirm what everyone was saying-- that for
reasons unknown the very beautiful but untouchable Carolyn Lord was making
herself very available today.
He was always a stickler for proper attire in the office, so his
first instinct upon seeing her (even with those fantastic legs!) was to
throw her out of the conference room. However, after seeing Mrs. Stevens'
eyes light up when she saw her, Spencer kept Carolyn as close to himself as
possible during the presentation.
To Carolyn's relief the conversation moved on to other aspects of
the firm, but, to her consternation, the arm remained around her, holding
her close to him behind the podium. "Sweet Christ!" she thought. "What if
he finds one of the other hands back there?"
Forgetting about the group of women standing behind him, Spencer's
hand started to move, slightly at first, then with an increasing regularity
and confidence. In fact, it distinctly felt as if the hand was now
massaging her right hip! Carolyn wondered what she could about this when
she felt it slide down her hip, and jumped when it reached her bare flesh
under the jacket.
Spencer's roving hand quickly came upon Carolyn's nude right
buttock cheek. "What the hell?" he thought. "No panties!"
Why that hypocritical bitch! After all the complaints she
initiated over the years against the firm's employee's, even partners.
Angry now, he moved his hand freely over Carolyn's trembling
buttocks.
Carolyn was relieved when she felt the other hands on her buttocks
disappear, leaving just Mr. Spencer's for her to contend with.
The room's projection screen lowered and the lights dimmed to
nothing. After a brief pause, the presentation system activated, and the
automatic slide show began. Spencer traced with glee the trembling
contours of Carolyn's right buttock. He was in the process of sliding his
hand to sample her left buttock when it encountered a round metallic object
protruding from the center of her ass crack. "Whoa! What the hell was
that?" he thought.
Spencer looked behind him and saw a small circle of light on the
wall behind the podium. "That's odd. Where could that damn light coming
from?" he wondered. The last thing he wanted right now was a light on back
there. He noticed that the light moved every time Carolyn did. Fascinated
in spite of himself, he kept searching in the darkness until his eyes
finally adjusted to the moving light and he saw something black sticking
out from underneath Carolyn's jacket.
"Jesus!" he thought. "She's got a flashlight stuck up her ass!"
Terrified of what he might have stumbled into, he quickly withdrew his hand
from Carolyn's trembling buttocks. He placed both his hands in plane view
on the podium. "Remember why you are fucking here today, asshole," he told
himself. "Keep you mind on the job and out of her pants!"
Carolyn felt other hands replace the one which so quickly
disappeared. Hands on her hips began to pull her waist away from the
podium, causing her to lean forward and thrust her buttocks out from
underneath the jacket.
Carolyn didn't realize the significance of this until someone
dropped down behind her and placed their lips on her helplessly impaled
behind. She was nibbled and licked all over her delectable, quivering
buttocks, while other hands were making her vagina pulsate with sensation.
Just when she thought she could take no more, she jumped when she felt
something warm and thick start to press against her blood-engorged vaginal
lips, moving around the object already in there. "Oh, what now?" she
dazedly wondered. "What else could they do to me that they haven't
already?"
A tongue contacted Carolyn's exposed vulva and she was teased and
licked with never-ending enthusiasm.
Carolyn's mind whirled with her body's sensations. Under the noise
of the loud presentation, she thought she heard the muffled sound of a
purse being opened. The administrations on her poor vagina ended, the
object removed. Her mind was relieved that her public ravishment was
finally over, before she had reached the point of once again loosing all
control of her recently traitorous body.
Carolyn jumped as she felt something being pressed against her
vulnerable hair-lined pussy lips. It was not uncomfortable, quite the
opposite in fact, but it seemed only to cover her vulva. She felt it
pressed onto her flesh one more time, and after that, nothing. The object
covering her vulva remained and that was all. No one touched her, molested
her, fondled her. Even the humiliating object in her anus had been
removed. "Could it be over at last?" she thought hopefully. Perhaps her
unseen tormentors had finally given up.
"Please, please let it be over," she prayed reverently. She had
been unwillingly stimulated to the point that she felt her hair was
standing on end! She couldn't take anymore, not without embarrassing
herself, she was that close.
The maddening thing was that this strange buildup now left her in a
very precarious condition. She was so nervous she didn't know what to do
next. She wanted to take a bite out of the podium, rape Mr. Spencer, do
anything to relieve this horrible pressure which had been deliberately
built up inside of her, and that now she had to deal with.
At last the automatic slide-show came to an end and the room's
lights automatically brightened. Carolyn quickly flipped the pages to the
correct position, and gratefully noticed that only one page remained until
the end.
"Thank God!" she whispered. The conference was still a success and
she could now go home and run around the block or something. "A cold
shower, that's what I'll do," she thought, as she was finally able to get
her breathing back under control.
Mr. Spencer smoothly wrapped things up and the conference was
finally at an end as he said, ".and that concludes our presentation. Now,
if you will all join me at the reception for some food and refreshments,
you will have a chance of meeting some of the employees that you might be
working with in the years to come."
"Shit, shit, shit!" thought Carolyn. She had forgotten all about
the reception. But before she did anything, she had to go to the restroom
and remove whatever they had impudently stuck to her crotch. "Probably a
stupid sign or something", she thought.
She turned to leave the podium when Mr. Spencer hooked his right
arm around her left.
"I'd like you to stay with me, Miss Lord. It seems our Prospective
Client would like to meet you."
"Uh, that's great, but I really need to visit the." Carolyn tried
to explain, when Mrs. Stevens and her entire party walked up to them, with
Ms. Pendergast trailing along petulantly behind.
"Excellent presentation, Mr. Spencer, just excellent. I was most
impressed."
"Thank you. I would like to introduce the person who really put it
all together for us today, Miss Carolyn Lord."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last, Miss Lord. You
did a very professional job. Mr. Spencer here has had nothing but praise
for your work, and now I can understand why," Abigail Stevens said, as she
made an effort not to stare at the hem of Carolyn's very short dress. "It
looks just like a suit jacket," she thought. "Very becoming, if a little
out of place for an office. On the other hand, with those legs, who
cares!"
"The honor is all mine, ma'am, but today was really the product
of.of.of a great many people," the suddenly distraught Carolyn said. The
unexpected sensations radiating from her crotch were incredible! "No!" her
mind shouted. "It can't be, it just can't be!"
She clamped her thighs together, leaving her pidgin-toed, but it
didn't help her at all. The feeling was so intense she couldn't believe
it. "What the hell was going on?" her overwhelmed mind screamed as she
fought an awesome desire to have an orgasm right there. Thankfully, the
sensations then ceased just as mysteriously as they had begun.
"Phew," breathed the still shocked Carolyn.
"Are you are right, Miss?"
"Yes, ma'am. It's just been a long day, that's all."
"Please, call me Abigail. Well, let's us go to the reception and
relax for a bit, eh?"
"Yes, ma'am, I mean Abigail. Whatever you say," Carolyn said,
smiling.
"Smart girl!"
As they quickly walked to the lounge, Carolyn tried to keep her
hands at her sides, to hold down the hem of her jacket, but Mr. Spencer
insisted on holding one of her arms while Mrs. Stevens held the other. She
was shocked to realize that Mrs. Stevens was staring down her cleavage,
mesmerized by her lightly bouncing breasts, but there was nothing she could
do about it. With her arms being held, she couldn't protect her chest at
all!
All Carolyn could really think of was when the next attack on her
pussy would come. Mrs. Stevens kept talking to her, but she heard not a
word. She could only keep what she hoped was an attentive look on her face
as she fought with her internal demons.
She had almost climaxed during that last violation. It was all she
could do not to submit to it. "What the hell caused that?" her confused
mind wondered. "After-effects from sitting on that damned carpet?"
Then she remembered. "Oh my God! That thing they put on my
crotch! That's what's doing it!" And there was absolutely nothing she
could do about it, until she could get away from everyone!
At the entrance to the lounge the sensations returned with a
vengeance. Carolyn's eyes glazed over as she fought the terrible waves of
pleasure spreading throughout her body. Her knees buckled and she would
have fallen if Mr. Spencer and Mrs. Stevens had not been holding her arms.
They carried her by the arms into the lounge, to an easy chair.
Carolyn gratefully sat down and at least had the presence of mind remember
to cross her legs. She sat with her eyes closed, breathing heavily through
her open mouth as the sensations between her legs continued. Mercifully,
they stopped just before a search for smelling salts was launched.
Carolyn's eyes flickered open. She saw with horror a semi-circle
of concerned people surrounding her.
"I'm fine, really," Carolyn told them breathlessly. "Just a little
tired, that's all."
"It's OK," Mr. Spencer said to the group. "She's all right. Now,
if you could all leave us alone for a moment, I'd appreciate it."
The crowd dispersed to the other parts of the large lounge, leaving
Spencer and Carolyn alone.
"Why didn't you tell me before that you were sick?"
"I'm sorry," said the emotionally spent Carolyn. "It's just that
the conference was so important."
"Nonsense," snorted Spencer.
Ms. Pendergast walked up to them. She knelt down beside the chair
and looked with satisfaction at the stricken woman's flushed face. "Sam,
she just needs to be alone and rest for a bit. I know all about her
condition and I'll fill you in later."
"I'm fine. Honest," Carolyn lied. "I. I just need to be alone
right now," she panted as the thing on her crotch abruptly caused a quick
flash of overwhelming feelings. She crossed her arms over her chest and
hugged herself to keep from grabbing her crotch in front of everyone.
"OK, people. Let's gather up the food and drinks and move into the
conference room," Mr. Spencer directed.
Soon the lounge was cleared except for Carolyn in her chair and a
cluster of women silently watching her from across the room.
The members of the Daiquiri Group moved closer to their prey as
soon as the door to the lounge was closed.
"Got you, you bitch!" the leader of the group said.
Breathing heavily, Carolyn could only look helplessly at them with
uncomprehending eyes until she heard a quiet "snap".
"AAHHH!" she cried as her vagina exploded in uncontrolled spasms!
The Daiquiri Group cheered and applauded as the stupefied Carolyn Lord
doubled over, her body racked by her pulsating vagina.
The sensations coming from her crotch did not end as they had
before, but continued on and on. She fell onto the floor, her hands
between her thighs desperately holding her womanhood, her body shaking
uncontrollably as she continued to orgasm. Finally, with Carolyn on the
edge on unconsciousness if not madness, it stopped.
One of the women tossed a small controller on the floor beside the
hapless Carolyn.
"Just in case you start to feel lonely," she said cruelly.
Laughing, the Daiquiri Group left the lounge in high spirits.
An hour later, Carolyn finally decided she was strong enough to get
off of the floor. It was kind of comfortable being on the floor and she
really hated to leave it. She had had a nice nap and felt much better.
She knew the evil device was still attached to her, but she would deal with
that later. First things first.
She stood on shaking legs, and surveyed the room. She was alone in
the lounge, all signs of the reception were removed. She looked at the
wall clock and saw that all of the day's planned events should have ended
some time ago. She wondered if anyone else was left in the office as she
started to totter slowly towards the door.
She was surprised when the door to the lounge flew open and an
incensed Maria entered the room.
"You damn bitch!" she shouted at the mystified Carolyn. "I just
found out what you did to Tiffany. Now that little bubble-headed idiot
wants to marry the guy!"
Maria stopped directly in from of the passive Carolyn. "Damn you!"
she screamed, spittle spraying on Carolyn's face. "I wanted her for me and
you've just ruined everything! Everything!"
Maria was enraged at not getting a reaction from the stunned
Carolyn. Without thinking, she grabbed the shoulders of Carolyn's jacket
and pulled down on them. The jacket slid over Carolyn's smooth shoulders
until it was bunched halfway to her waist, leaving her breasts bare and her
arms helplessly bound by the jacket.
Carolyn looked down at her exposed breasts in puzzlement. "How did
that happen?" her dazed mind wondered.
"I'll get a reaction from this cool bitch yet!" muttered Maria as
she held the bunched front of Carolyn's jacket and ripped it open, causing
the buttons to fly about the room. She pulled the jacket off of the
unresisting woman and threw it by the door. She then dragged the
submissive Carolyn over to a couch and pushed her face down over the couch
arm. She reached down and took off Carolyn's shoes and threw them with the
jacket.
Carolyn was now completely nude, her shapely hips draped over the
couch arm, her ass high in the air and her breasts pressed into the rough
material of the couch.
Her anger cooling, Maria looked with increasing pleasure at this
inviting target. "OK," she thought. "If I can't have Tiffany, Carolyn
will do nicely."
"This requires something suitable," she said. She looked about the
room and saw a pile of newspapers and magazines. "Perfect!"
She walked over and selected a newspaper. Maria returned to
Carolyn, twisting the paper into a tight roll. As she was coming back
across the room, she unknowingly stepped on and crushed a small plastic
object.
And Carolyn went insane.
Maria watched in wide-eyed amazement as Carolyn Lord, screaming,
literally danced on the couch, her naked body twisting and turning, her
arms and legs flailing.
"This chick is nuts!" she said and quickly fled the room, but not
before taking Carolyn's jacket and shoes on her way out.
Part X
Tamiko had been freely wandering the firm's empty dark offices for
almost a half hour before she discovered the missing Miss Carolyn Lord.
"Whoa! What a presentation that must have been," she said to
herself when she saw Carolyn. She walked over to the prostrate woman to
survey the damage.
Miss Lord was on her back, nude and unconscious, her legs splayed
open over the couch arm. Carolyn's body was coated with drying sweat. It
pooled between her breasts and at the base of her throat. Her hair was
matted with it. Vaginal fluids were also drying on her, down the insides
of her thighs and on the coushion beneath her. Tamiko quickly noticed the
exciter attached to Carolyn's vulva. She tried out the local control and
found the battery quite dead.
"You must have had quite a day, my precious."
Carolyn's beautiful body showed surprisingly few bruises,
considering the kind of day Tamiko now understood Carolyn to have
experienced. She looked around and saw no sign of Carolyn's suit or shoes.
"And I thought we played rough," she said, as she put her arms
under Carolyn's and pulled her to a more comfortable and less exposed
position on the couch.
"Why, our group can't touch the legal profession if this is how
they treat their own," she thought. Her mother had always told her to
never underestimate the value of a professional education, especially when
it came to doing something really fun, like the corruption of the pure.
"We must get some lawyers into the group" she mused. "Perhaps Carolyn
would know of some likely candidates, now."
"Come on, my precious" Tamiko said quietly. "It is time to wake
up and begin your new life."
Tamiko sat next to the nude woman. She reached between Carolyn's
open thighs and fingered the exciter. As Tamiko thought, it was attached
to her skin and pubic hair by a light adhesive. She swiftly pulled the
exciter off of Carolyn's sensitive crotch, pulling out a few pubic hairs in
the process, and, standing, placed it in the back pocket of her tight
designer jeans.
"OW!" Carolyn screamed as her eyes flew open. She bolted upright
and tightly held her wounded crotch with both hands. She looked around
wildly for a moment until she saw Tamiko standing beside her.
"Tamiko! Oh, Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, jumping up and throwing
herself naked into the waiting arms of her friend. "You wouldn't believe
what happened to me," she sobbed, as she wrapped her arms tightly around
the Japanese girl. "Everyone went crazy! They.they.."
"It's all right, my precious. You are safe now. You are safe with
me. You will always be safe with me," Tamiko purred soothingly as her
hands moved lovingly over Carolyn's sculptured naked back and buttocks.
"Oh, Tamiko," bawled Carolyn, "I'm so glad to see you! You can't
imagine what they did to me!" Carolyn wailed as, heedless of her nudity,
she clung desperately to the small teenager.
Overcome with relief at finally being safe with someone she could
really trust, the beautiful Carolyn Lord cried and sobbed over all of the
pain and public humiliations she had been forced to undergo today.
Tamiko casually dipped her right hand between Carolyn's thighs.
She carefully inspected Carolyn's crotch with her skilled fingers, noting
the very swollen labia. She inserted three fingers into the dry cuntal
passage. It was still tight, yet there was a hint of looseness now which
hadn't been there before. "You have been busy," she thought. She enjoyed
the familiar feel of the hot, tight passage for a moment, then began a
gentle motion with her fingers. Soon the channel was flowing with
Carolyn's vaginal fluids.
Next, Tamiko cupped Carolyn's firm right breast with her left hand
and carefully inspected the reddened nipple. She tilted her head and
started to thoughtfully lick the surrounding aureole first, then the nipple
itself. Her efforts were rewarded when the nipple quickly sprang errect.
She moved to the left breast and did the same to it. When both nipples
were as errect and hard as bullets, Tamiko shifted her mouth from breast to
breast and continued her administrations evenly between the two proud orbs.
The sobbing Carolyn began to notice some familiar tinglings
starting to occur. She was so distraught, and at the same time so relieved
at seeing Tamiko, her mind simply dismissed them as unimportant. But the
tinglings became more and more insistent, until she could ignore them no
longer.
Carolyn fought to get her crying under control and find out what
was happening to her.
"Tamiko. Tamiko, what are you doing to me?" she gasped between her
decreasing sobs.
"Nothing, my precious," the Japanese teenager absently replied,
intent upon completing her devilish work.
"But, Tamiko. You are! You are doing something to me. I can. I
can feel it."
Tamiko didn't reply until she heard Carolyn's breath become quite
heavy.
"Can you really?" Tamiko politely asked, her head between Carolyn's
heaving breasts.
"Yes, I can," said the now panting Carolyn. "I can really feel you
doing things to me."
"Oh," replied Tamiko, her right thumb now brushing Carolyn's
vulnerable clitoris.
"You have to stop. Tamiko! You have to stop right. Aaaggh!"
Carolyn cried as she unexpectedly climaxed under Tamiko's expert
ministrations.
"No! Oh, No!" Carolyn wailed as she frantically clung to the
Japanese exchange student, her tired body reacting strongly to this
surprising occurrence. The strong pulsings of her vagina were almost
painful to her, they had happened so often today.
Her body and mind now absolutely spent, Carolyn could only cling to
Tamiko, her breasts heaving, her vaginal juices trailing unheeded down the
inside of her thighs. Carolyn found herself drunk with fatigue. She could
only stand and let Tamiko do with her whatever she willed. She was capable
of nothing else.
"Look, you can tell me all about your problems later, my precious,"
Tamiko told her matter-of-factly. "Right now, let's get you dressed and
home."
Tamiko led the pliant Carolyn over to where she had left the
clothes she had bought for her.
"look at what I brought for you, Carolyn."
Carolyn turned her head and looked dully at the neatly folded pile
on the sink counter.
"Now, step into these."
The bright red panties that Tamiko was pulling up her legs seemed
different then what Carolyn was more used to wearing. The panties
consisted of a low, simple triangle in front and a single narrow strip down
the back that fitted between her buttocks and legs. Her dazed mind finally
realized that Tamiko had gotten her a thong!
She couldn't wear that! If only she weren't so exhausted. She
just didn't have the strength to protest. She just wanted to go home, and
as long as Tamiko was going to take her there then everything else could
wait.
Tamiko pulled the panties high and tight, so that the fabric was
buried between Carolyn's buttocks and forced into her vulva.
Carolyn's new red bra came next. After Tamiko put it on her,
Carolyn puzzled mind tried to figure out what exactly it was supposed to do
for her. The slight harness did not contain and protect her breasts so
much as it openly displayed them.
Next there were a tight pair of soft jeans. Carolyn stood
passively as Tamiko pulled the jeans up her legs and hips. The jeans were
so tight it took Tamiko three times to fasten them. "OK," thought Tamiko,
"I'll be more careful with the jeans next time."
The mistake was understandable, really. After all, Carolyn Lord
was Tamiko's first real-live Westerner to do with as she pleased.
Next, Tamiko placed the still pliant Carolyn into a button-down,
white semi- transparent body shirt which clung to Carolyn like a second
skin.
Last came a comfortable pair of sandals.
Tamiko took a moment to look at her new creation.
"Wow!" she breathed. "Even after all she went through today, she
was still something to take the breath away," she thought. "Amazing. How
lucky can I get?"
Leading her by the hand, Tamiko took the passive Carolyn back to
her desk for a final check. Taking her wallet and key ring from the desk
top, Tamiko led her passive charge to the reception area and the bank of
elevators.
On their way down, Carolyn dimly realized that she was blacking
out. One moment she was looking at weird underwear, the next she was
standing in an elevator. She felt so tired, she was quite ready to lay
down just about anywhere.
Some habits die hard. Even in her current exhausted state, Carolyn
automatically checked her appearance in the polished doors of the elevator.
"Oh my!" she said. It was like being splashed with a bucket of
cold water! Shocked out of her daze, she was horrified. These were not
her clothes! All of a sudden, she felt naked. There she was, fully
dressed and yet she felt absolutely naked. Her vulva was clearly defined
under the tight fabric of her jeans. So for that matter were her breasts
under the body shirt. She was totality exposed!
Carolyn was at a loss as to how she got dressed this way, let alone
how she got into an elevator with Tamiko. "What was she doing here,
anyway" she wondered.
"Tamiko, what am I wearing?" the embarrassed Carolyn asked.
"You are wearing your clothes, my precious."
Carolyn's tired mind thought that one over a bit. "My clothes?"
she finally muttered. "These are not my clothes."
"Yes, they are. Well, sort of. You see, I had a feeling you might
be ready for a change by now, so I bought you some things. I checked for
your sizes at your apartment."
"You were. You were at my apartment?" asked the bewildered Carolyn.
"Of course. Since we're going to be seeing so much of each other
from now on, I had a key to your apartment made this morning. Nice place,
by the way. Anyway, since I was bringing you these presents, I'd thought I
would just go over early and become comfortable with your things. I said
I'd meet you today, and here I am."
"Oh. I see." Carolyn wondered vaguely what she had done with her
suit and shoes.
"You brought my laundry?"
"My goodness. You are out of it. I gave those to Tiffany at your
office late this morning. Don't you remember?"
"Uh, no I don't, actually. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm very,
very tired. I'm not really sure I can even make the drive home right now."
"No problem. I'm here to take you to that very place."
"Why, thank you. I really appreciate that, honestly I do." With
that, Carolyn lapsed into a silence which was not broken until the two
arrived at Carolyn's apartment. Carolyn was so unaware that she didn't
even notice, let alone comment on, when Tamiko used her own set of keys to
get into and drive Carolyn's sensible subcompact car.
During the trip, Carolyn uneasily slept, not realizing that Tamiko
had used her right hand to massage Carolyn's vulva the entire journey.
At Carolyn's apartment building, Tamiko used her copy of Carolyn's
parking and building pass to enter the basement parking garage, and then
get them up to Carolyn's apartment. Standing in front of her apartment
door, Carolyn could only wait until Tamiko had let them in using her own
keys.
Realizing that she was in her apartment at long last, Carolyn tried
to think desperately of what she wanted to do here, but could not.
It was Tamiko who brought her into her bedroom and carefully
undressed her. Nude, Carolyn automatically went to a dresser drawer and
pulled out one of the nightgowns she inevitably slept in. After pulling it
on, Carolyn staggered to the adjoining bathroom and relieved herself of a
surprising amount of urine. Tamiko used the time to ready the queen-sized
bed for Carolyn and herself.
Staggering back to the bedroom, the totally exhausted Carolyn Lord
fell face down onto her bed. She did not move after that, even though the
fall had worked the bottom of her nightgown up over the lower part of her
buttocks, leaving them quite exposed.
Although it was still only late afternoon, Tamiko readied herself
for bed. She undressed completely, then made herself a mug of tea. Thus
fortified, she got into bed with Carolyn. She briskly took the nightgown
off of the heavily sleeping woman and threw it to the floor. She flipped
Carolyn over onto her back and lay down beside her. She pulled the covers
over them both, and settled in for a long, well earned rest.
Tamiko's last thoughts concerned the future. Would her parents let
her keep Carolyn for her very own, or would she have to give her back when
she was done with school here and had to return to Japan. Either way, she
was planning on having a great deal of fun with her for a very long time,
indeed.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when Carolyn finally awoke after a
troubled sleep. She felt terrible. Her neck muscles were incredibly stiff
from the constant tension of yesterday. Feeling the sheet on her sensitive
breasts, she realized that she was naked again. She looked around and
found her nightgown on the floor beside the bed. She sighed at the sight.
"Can't I keep anything on anymore?" she thought.
After a refreshing shower she felt better, though not much. Her
robe was missing from its usual place behind the bathroom door. "Must have
left it in the laundry room again," she grumbled.
Carolyn, naked except for a towel wrapped around her wet hair,
padded on bare feet from her bedroom through a narrow hall and small living
room, and into the kitchen, on her way to the laundry room. It was only
after she saw Tamiko, wearing her missing robe and grinning at her from the
small kitchen table, that Carolyn realized she had a guest in her
apartment.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" she sputtered as she quickly attempted to
cover herself with the small bath towel. Unfortunately, it wasn't big
enough to circle her body completely, so she could only just cover her
front. She then tried to back out of the room, but Tamiko was up and over
to her in a flash. Tamiko was soon holding a corner of the towel tightly
in her hand. Carolyn knew she couldn't leave now without loosing her
towel!
"Come. Sit with me at the table, my precious," Tamiko said as she
led the protesting Carolyn by her towel to the kitchen table.
"But, Tamiko! Please, I really need to get something on first, and
then I'll be right out."
"Oh, no you don't. We are all alone here. So sit, and keep me
company."
Carolyn sat carefully, fully conscious of the flesh of her bare
back and bottom pressing against the cold plastic chair. She was terribly
flustered from sitting barely covered like this in the full light of day.
"My God!" she thought. "I hope no one visits me this morning." How could
she ever explain this?
"Tamiko, it's, uh, really great to see you this morning, but,
what. what are you doing here?"
"You invited me, silly. Remember yesterday? When I drove you home
from the office?"
"You drove me home? No, I don't remember." Carolyn held her
lowered head in her hands and groaned, "Oh, my. Everything is so fuzzy. I
can't think at all."
"It is all right, my precious. You have had a long day and are
still a little tired. You should take it easy today and rest."
Tamiko stood up and went behind the distressed woman. She placed
both hands on the base of Carolyn's aristocratic neck and began to work the
stiff muscles there.
"Oooh. That feels good," murmured the surprised Carolyn. She
eventually felt the stiffness in her neck simply melt away, yet Tamiko
continued to work her muscles. Carolyn soon felt very dreamy.
Tamiko kept working with her hands, moving now over her shoulders.
Carolyn's unsupported towel soon fell from her body and landed forgotten on
the floor.
"Why must you keep calling me that?" Carolyn sleepily asked her
friend.
"Calling you what?"
""My precious." It's so embarrassing."
"Because I want to. Now, tell me, my precious, what is really
bothering you this morning?"
"How perceptive she is," Carolyn thought. "She's just a teenager,
yet she can read me like an open book."
"I don't think I can work at the firm anymore," Carolyn said. "I
believe terrible things happened there yesterday, just terrible."
"Terrible, in what way?"
"some people there took advantage of me. They did. things to me,
terrible things!"
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. I am positive," Carolyn said quietly. "I can never set foot
in that place again. I just couldn't!" Carolyn cried.
"Well, then. I know something which just might perk you up a bit,"
Tamiko said as she moved her hands down over Carolyn's breasts.
"Oh! Must you do that?"
"Yes, I must. Now, don't you want to know what I know?"
"What do you know?" Carolyn asked absently, her mind on other
things.
"Do you know an Abigail Stevens?"
"Who?" Carolyn asked, not in the least interested, as Tamiko was
now kissing the base of her neck as well as massaging her breasts.
"Mrs. Abigail Stevens."
"Stevens. Oh, yes. Now I remember. She was one of the
representatives at the conference. Strange woman. She kept staring at
my. at me."
"Well, she left some interesting messages on your answering machine
yesterday."
"For me? Are you sure it wasn't a wrong number? I hardly spent
five minutes with the woman."
"Quite sure. She said she got your home phone number from your
boss as a favor, and started calling you from her cell phone as soon as she
had left your firm."
"What could she possibly want from me?"
"It seems she was very impressed with your. your work and wanted to
offer you what sounded like a very good job, working for her of course."
"Doing what?" asked the suddenly very wary Carolyn.
"Executive secretary. She said she had been looking for someone
with just your paralegal experience for some time. She considered your
performance on the presentation to be excellent, and your brief
introduction afterwards as a most satisfactory interview. You are in, my
precious, if you want to be."
"Oh. That's OK then. I don't know. The timing couldn't be
better, and the position does sound tempting. But. Oh my, Tamiko! What
are you doing to me??" Carolyn gasped.
"But. Go on, continue," Tamiko replied, kissing and licking the
sensitive neck as her hands continued to work their magic on Carolyn's
swollen breasts, her thumbs now brushing against the errect nipples.
"But, I don't know if I can really trust her. Maybe it was the way
she kept looking at me, that always made me feel very nervous when I was
around her."
"Oh, come on! What could possibly happen?" Tamiko said
convincingly as her right hand crept under the table towards Carolyn's
unsuspecting yet very inviting pussy.
End of Story (sigh.)