Date: Sun, 7 Mar 2010 23:30:20 EST
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: The Bitch

The  Bitch F/f by Laura Lynn Davis _ldavis4@hotmail.com_

I was out by the pool, sunbathing in a rather modest  thong, when Jill came
home from summer school. I'd heard her car pull in and  when she didn't
appear right away I knew she'd stopped to change.  Normally, she wore shorts
and a t-shirt  or jeans but today she'd had a meeting so she'd worn a skirt
and blouse.
When she appeared on the deck she was wearing a sports  bra and a pair of
nylon jogging shorts. Jill is a tall young woman with black  hair, a smooth
olive complexion, and long beautiful legs. It was mid July and  she was
nicely tanned. I smiled and waved as she crossed the deck. A moment  later she
bent and gave me a long kiss. I was flushed when I asked, "So, how'd  it go
today?"
She shrugged. "Same old, same old. The teachers don't  want to be there,
the kids don't want to be there. I don't know why we bother."  She patted me
on the rump. "Diving board."
I hopped up and ran to the diving board, positioning  myself on my hands
and knees, facing the pool. Jill followed, not hurrying. I  knew she was
looking me over carefully. I'd been sunbathing in the same suit  since late
spring. Jill wanted me to have a nice even tan with clear,  well-defined tan
lines, and precise patches of white skin for the series of  erotic pictures she
was planning to take. She grinned as she approached and  said, "Very nice.
Another few days and we'll do the  pictures."
My skin was slick because of the heavy coating of SPF 30  suntan lotion I'd
applied. SPF 30 allowed me to stay out in the sun longer,  insuring that I'
d get the smooth, even toast-brown tan that Jill wanted. I'm a  green-eyed
blonde with fair skin and getting a good even tan without burning is  a
touchy process.
She patted my rump and asked how my morning had gone. I  shrugged, feeling
her untie the my top. "It was fine. I did the laundry and  vacuumed before I
came out." My top fell away and my firm, full breasts swung  free.
Jill rubbed my back for a few moments. "Any  calls?"
I shook my head. "None."
She tugged at the tie on my right hip and it loosened  without resistance.
The other side was undone a moment later and the bottom of  my suit dropped
away. Jill slipped her left hand under and rubbed my belly while  stroking
my buttocks with her right hand. I closed my eyes and sighed with  pleasure. "
Did you weigh yourself?"
I nodded, eyes tightly closed. "Yes, ma'am. 124 pounds  and I'm still
exactly 5' 7"."
She squeezed my left buttock for a moment. "Good. I made  an appointment
for you to have your hair cut."
I opened my eyes and glanced back over my shoulder. "Do I  have to have it
cut?" It was a discussion that had been going on for weeks. A  discussion,
not an argument. Jill wanted me to have my long blonde hair cut. She  favored
cutting it very short to give me the tomboy look she wanted for her
pictures.
She nodded, smiling, "Yes, Katie, you have to have it  cut."
Her tone made it clear that the discussion was over. I  sighed. "When?"
"Today. At 4:00 p.m. Ruth will do you herself." She  paused while she ran
the heel of her right hand down the cleft between my  buttocks. I moaned
when she cupped my vulva and squeezed. "Lisa will do a bikini  wax after your
haircut. A full  bikini wax."
I muttered under my breath. "Shit." Jill heard and  slapped my butt.
"Watch your language young lady. Remember, you are a  lady."
"But why a full bikini wax? I'll look like a little  girl!"
Jill ran the tip of her finger along the furrow between  my labia. "No, you
won't. You'll look like a the beautiful, sexy young woman  that you are.
Bare pubes are very sexy."
"I know but still..." I fell silent. We could discuss  things but once she
made a decision the time for discussion was over. I moaned  as her finger
slipped between my labia. I was wet and her finger met no  resistance at all.
She fondled my tits with her left hand while her right  forefinger was busy
teasing my clit. For a while the only sounds were my soft  moans of
pleasure as she skillfully masturbated me. I was close to orgasm when  she eased
off, ignoring my disappointed groan. After a moment she resumed  teasing my
clit. She backed off again just as I was on the verge of coming. She  did it a
half-dozen times until I was sobbing in frustration, begging her to let  me
come.
She continued to tease me. I hung my head, sobbing, and  begged. "Please,
let me come! I can't stand it! Please, Jill!  DON'T tease me anymore."
She chuckled. "What are  you?"
I knew what she expected. "A slut. I'm a slut."
"And?"
"A cunt. I'm a cunt."
"And?"
"A whore. I'm a pussy-licking whore cunt. I'm a pretty  slut.
You're slut. Your pussy licking lez slave. Your nude lez  slave, whore,
cunt, bitch." I chanted the litany in a low, hoarse voice.
I hadn't finished when she captured my left nipple  between her thumb and
forefinger. She caught my clit in the same grip. I gasped  when she pinched
them both, pinched them hard. The pain lanced through me and I  threw my head
back as it triggered an intense orgasm that made me shake like I  had a
fever. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming aloud because the  pleasure
was so intense.
Jill stroked and petted me until I was calm again. Then  she patted my butt
and said, "Let's go in and eat. I brought a salad from  Bello's." She
turned and walked a couple of feet and then waited for me to grab my bathing
suit and catch up. Inside, I draped my bathing suit over the back of a chair
and  put my collar on. Jill poured herself a glass of ice water and set the
salad on  the table. She glanced at my bowl and paused to fill it since it
was low.
She sat down and watched as I dropped to my knees, hands  clasped behind my
back and bent to drank from my bowl, lapping it up like a  proper little
bitch should. After I was finished I moved over next to Jill,  still on my
knees, and she fed me from her bowl, using her  fingers.
"It's your birthday tomorrow Katie, would you like to go  out for dinner?"
I nodded, trying not to appear too eager. "That would be  nice. Could we go
to that place near the Civic Center  again?"
She grinned. "You're an expensive bitch! Of course, if  that's where you
want to go. You can wear your black dress and the jeweled  collar. And those
strappy sandals I bought you last  week."
I smiled and kissed her hand, turning it over to lick her  palm for a
moment. "Thank you, mistress."
She smiled and ruffled my hair. "You're welcome. You  deserve a nice night
out. After all, a girl doesn't turn sixteen every  day!"

The End.