Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 15:28:19 -0700
From: k_lei@my-deja.com
Subject: Debasement of Donna by KrissyL (Ff F/f bd toys sm ds sod)

Debasement of Donna


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including very graphic descriptions of bondage and
consensual sexual acts, especially between young
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Author's note: On 4/2001 I have re-released this story.
The work has undergone major corrections, and many
narrative sections have been greatly expanded.


Debasement of Donna
Ff F/f bd sm ds toys sod


PART 1

	When I was accepted into the Master's of Fine
Arts (MFA) program in English, my father forced me to
take a job in the `real world'. That's how the whole
thing got started, my introduction to being a sub, or
submissive, in the tawdry under-world of lesbian
bondage scenes at the hands of a woman old enough to
be my mother.

	Well maybe `forced' is too strong a word. I live
with my parents on the upper West side in New York
City and had just finished my bachelor's degree at
Columbia. My father paid a small fortune in tuition
and was terrified that I was going to send the rest of
my days lolling about in their apartment, collecting
useless degrees. I find it highly ironic that my
father, who works at a large publishing house, would
call an MFA degree useless!

	But Dad, being a Dad, was adamant about me
getting a job if I was to go on living with them. He
said that a young woman like myself, twenty-two years
old with a college degree should be able to support
herself and her own apartment. Yea right! We live in a
large rent-controlled apartment on the upper West
side. When was the last time he looked at prices in
the New York City real estate market? Be Real!  He
suggested that I might fine something more affordable
across the river in New Jersey. What is he trying to
do? Destroy me?

	Anyway, I LIKE living with my parents. The
apartment is old but comfortable and they work so hard
they're hardly ever home anyway. And quite frankly the
idea of becoming another working slob like them, and
the rest of this crazy city depresses me to no end.
While I was an undergrad I arranged my schedule so I
could sleep late and come home early and watch cable
or bring over my boyfriend, Paul.

	You see, I'm just not built for the working life!
I avoid the subways at rush hour because of THE LOOK.
You know, that look of haunted people schlepping
between work and office, day in, day out. They scare
me because it seems like they're already dead, just
going through the motions of being alive. And I just
don't want to go through the motions, I want to be
fully FULLY alive!

	So, life being what it is and Dad being what he
is, you can see how the deck is stacked against me. He
puts out the word among his business `connections'
that his daughter, recently graduated from Columbia
needs a job.

	Worse than that he even finds one for me!. Even
worse than that my boyfriend Paul moves to an upstate
college to finish his graduate work in geology.

	Arrrh! It's time for some damage control! I
insist on working only part-time so I can attend my
classes and insist to Paul that he comes down on the
weekends.

	The `job' (what a horrid concept!) my father
finds for me is through a woman who use to work for
him. Her name is Lisa Lowens. I vaguely remember her
as a tall, lanky blonde from when my father and mother
would host office cocktail parties at the apartment.
She now works for a different publishing house in the
city.

	As jobs go this one could be worse. The official
title is `research assistant' for the company's
magazine division. Dumb reporters and columnists write
inaccurate stories, my `job' is to do the work they
should have done. I research facts and figures for
their articles. It's amazing how they bandy around
numbers with no regard to the truth.

	On my way out the door for my first day as a
`research assistant,' I check myself in the mirror. A
young woman, short but pretty looks back at me. I have
straight dark brown-black hair, which I have cut
smooth into shoulder-length bangs. I'm a bit of a late
bloomer, my breasts finally fully developed in my late
teens (no implants for me!).  I enjoy a healthy
figure, not plump, maybe slightly on the thin side. I
have a good appetite and enjoy food very, very much. I
don't skip meals like my girlfriend Ashley does. I
think that the extremely thin look currently in vogue
is unhealthy and unattractive. I know for a fact that
my boyfriend Paul doesn't go in for that `skinny'
look.

	I'm dressed in comfortable clothes with black
mini-boots. Damn, I'm just too darn cute!

	But woe is me! I have to be at the midtown office
at NINE in morning or I'll be `late'. What a horrible
word.  I'm on the packed rush-hour Number-4 subway
going downtown. The train is filled with the living
dead, and I'm joining their ranks! Commuters dressed
in uncomfortable `never-iron' synthetic clothes. Men
and woman alike fill the bouncing subway car with
ghostly expressions. Yep, it's yet another day at the
office.

	Help! I'm becoming a POD!

	So I start my first real working day. In all
fairness most people in the office are quite nice.
Although my boss, Mrs. Takio is a little intimating.
She's a tall, thin, attractive Japanese woman. As my
manager she insists on looking over my shoulder,
making sure I'm doing the work properly.

	I'm seated in a cubicle in the middle of a busy
office suite. The walls of the cubicle seem to be made
out of some kind of rug-like material. There is no, NO
natural light. Instead us PODS are luminated with
fluorescence lighting that makes my eyes water. The
windows cannot be opened. Why would PODS need fresh
air? I'm told the office has an enclosed HVAC system
(whatever that means) that provides us with
`conditioned' air, well, that's just wonderful.

	My tools are the phone and the computer. I read
the stories, confirm and check the facts. My mind
wonders. Mrs. Takio comes by giving me a nasty look
and I try to look as if I'm working. I notice the
ceiling tiles. The tiles are made of a creamy-wavy
matte that will probably be found to cause all kinds
of health problems tens years from now.

	There's a knock on my cube's `rug'.

	"Hi, You must be Donna, Bob's daughter," a woman
asks.

	I look up and see a smiling tall blonde in a
sharp business suit in the `doorway' of my cube. I
vaguely recognize her as Lisa Lowens.

	"Oh, hi, you must be Mrs. Lowens," I get up and
shake her hand, "I remember you from when you worked
for my father. I guess I have you to thank for this
job."

	"Don't be silly, the pleasure is all ours, it's
an honor to have a Columbia grad working in the
research department. I'm sorry I haven't been by
before to welcome you. How are you settling in?"

	"Just fine, just fine, the people are very nice
here."

	"Yes, hmm, we try. I have to run now but was
wondering if you'd be interested in lunch today."

	"Sure, that sounds nice."

	Over the next few months Mrs. Lowens and I have
lunch once or twice a week. We get to know each. For
me it's interesting to learn how this professional
woman runs her life. She's very curious about my life
too. It's been a while since she was a student and
likes to hear stories from academia. We both enjoy
exercise, although Mrs. Lowens is much more serious
about it than I am. She likes to work out with free
weights and is quite muscular.

	As we get to know each other better we disclose
more about our personal lives. I tell Mrs. Lowens
about my growing frustration over the decreasing
frequency of visits from my boyfriend Paul. She tells
me how she and her husband have been separated for the
past ten years but are still very good friends.

	Then there was the lunch where she told me she is
a lesbian. We were eating in a quiet midtown
restaurant.

	"So Mrs. Lowens, when was the last time you went
out on a date?" I ask while munching on my sandwich.

	"Oh Donna, please call me Lisa, Mrs. Lowens is
much too formal, actually I date quite often. I had a
date last night as a matter of fact."

	"Well, Lisa, you've been holding out on me! So,
tell me all about him, what's his name?"

	"Donna I don't mind telling you all about it, but
you have to promise me to have an open mind."

	"Oh, of course," I answer, my curiosity piqued.

	"Okay Donna, you asked about my date, well, he is
not a he at all, but a she."

	"Really? Wow! Mrs..I mean Lisa, are you a a ah,
lesbian?" I ask. For some reason my pulse picks up a
little. It looks as if I didn't know Lisa as well as I
though.

	"Yes, Donna, I am." She answers, shifting
slightly in her business suit.

	"Lisa, I can't believe it, I thought we were
friends? Why didn't you tell me before today?" I'm a
little hurt, but also intrigued by this side of Mrs.
Lowens.

	"Oh Donna, of course you're my friend. I just
don't go blurting it out to everyone in New York. I
was just waiting for the right time and figured the
right time was now."

	She told my about how she has been dating women
for the past ten years and has a very active social
life and is also into the bondage and discipline
scene. Other then that not much changed between us. I
continued to work part time at the company and attend
my classes while living at home. Lisa and I continue
having lunch together, where we joke around and blow
off a little steam.

	Lisa seemed rock solid and knew what she wanted
out of life. While I, on the other hand, was turning
in a wreck. My stupid boyfriend Paul told me he's
getting `more into' studying geology. I was lucky if
he came down to the city once a month. I was turning
into a real horn-ball, spending more and more time
locked away in my room with the vibrator.

	Whenever I asked Lisa about her sex life she was
always forthcoming but never pushy, I loved her for
that. I began fantasizing what sex with Lisa would be
like. I enjoy having sex with men and have
experimented very little with women. Really the only
lesbian experience I had was with my friend Ashley. We
goofed around with tongue kissing after a party once.
But nothing ever came of it. I think we're both just
too shy.

	My `Mrs. Lowens' fantasizes grow more intense. I
find myself watching her at the office. She has a
powerful yet feminine shape, with sharp shoulders and
strong, long legs. I imagine what it would be like to
be between them. She looks truly wonderful in a
business skirt and blazer. I wonder if she would have
any interest in a short twenty-two year old. The whole
idea of sexually submitting to a woman twice my age is
both terrifying and utterly delicious.

	"So what do you do to these woman once you have
them tied to your bed," I boldly ask Lisa at one of
our lunches.

	"Oh Donna, you silly girl, do you really want to
know?"

	"Sure, why not," I answer casually.

	"Well, if you MUST know, I usually kiss them,
lick them, talk dirty to them and then fuck their
brains out. Sometimes I go fast, and sometimes I enjoy
going-ever-so-slow," she answers with a smile and a
giggle.

	"Wow, umm, s-so how do you fuck them?" I ask, a
slight blush rising on my cheeks.

	"That depends on the mood I'm in. I have a strap-
on dildo that I use sometimes, it gives me the wildest
sensations on my clit as my lover gets the business
end. I'm also the proud owner of a double-headed
twelve-inch dildo, which is incredibly soft but also
incredibly firm. That can be lots of fun. It's also
nice to go totally raw, just pussy-to-pussy, clit-to-
clit. But that's the heavy stuff. Sometimes I just
liked to neck softy on the couch, depends on the mood
I'm in."

	I attempt to concentrate more on my schoolwork. I
barely hear from Paul these days. At night I
masturbate with my vibrator. I pretend that I'm Lisa's
love-slave, and that she has me strapped firmly to her
bed and is fucking me silly.

	Things are busy at work. Lisa and the other
managers are occupied with a new marketing project and
we don't go to lunch as often as we used to.
Occasionally we see each other in the hallways, she's
all-professional when we're in the office, but spares
me a smile once in a while.

	Let's face it, I'm going completely bonkers.

	Every day I'm turning more into a POD. Those
blank stares on the subway. The endless mind numbing
hustle-bustle that is New York City. All around me are
people slowly working themselves to death.

	I finally decide to make a move.

	One day at the office I march right up the stairs
to the manager's suite where Mrs. Lowens office is. I
walk right up to her secretary's desk (who is very
pretty, but I figure I should seduce one woman at a
time here) and ask to see Mrs. Lowens.

	"I'm sorry Donna, but Lisa is not in right now,
she's at one of the board meetings. You're welcome to
leave a message or schedule an appointment."

	Okay, so this is a little awkward. I opt for the
appointment. Apparently the only time available is TWO
DAYS away! I can barely wait. I have constant
butterflies in my stomach. My and my old vibrator and
in for a wicked two days.

	Arrrrrrrrrrh!

	Finally I get to see Lisa two days later. I
carefully dress in a stunningly cute mid-length black
skirt and light blouse. I can do `cute' very well,
sexy is a little bit tougher for me. It's mid-morning
in the busy office, but what can I do? I'm a girl with
NEEDS! Lisa Lowens, the older woman of my dreams, of
my nasty, wicked fantasies is there sitting in her
executive office, looking oh-so prim in a dark
tailored business suit. Her long legs crossed in black
stockings!

	I enter and close the door behind me.

	"Hi, Donna, how ya doin?" She says smiling as she
sits back in her chair, waving me in, "I hope you know
that you don't need an appointment to see me."

	"Yes, yes, Lisa I know, but you've been rather
busy lately," I stammer, suddenly quite nervous.

	"I know, I'm sorry about that, things have been a
little crazy around here. We should do lunch again
soon."

	"Mrs. Lo.I mean Lisa, well I guess I'll just come
right out with it."

	"What Donna, is anything wrong?" She gives me a
concerned look with those sharp blue eyes. Behind her
is a great view of New York City, looking uptown over
central park.

	Well, I've come this far.

	"Lisa I want to be your total fuck-slave. I've
been having the wildest fantasizes about you for over
a month now. I submit to you utterly and totally, you
can do WHAT EVER you wish to do to me. Tie me to your
bed, fuck my brains out.  As a matter of fact, keep me
tied to your bed, fuck me silly for breakfast, lunch
and dinner. I just want you to know that if you want
me, I'm YOURS!"

	I blurted it out so quickly and nervously,
sitting on the edge of the chair in front of her desk.
Lisa, the tall, blond, professional woman looked
somewhat shocked. But recovered quickly.

	"Oh, Donna, my poor girl, why don't you come over
here," she says, getting up.

	Nervously I walk across the office towards the
older woman.

	She doesn't give me a tongue kiss, grab my ass or
tits (which would of been fine by me!), instead she
just gives me a big warm hug. I burst into tears and
start bawling into her shoulder.

	After we both calm down a little, she knows just
how to proceed.

	"Donna, listen, I enjoy my way of life very much
but it's not for everyone. I appreciate that you find
me attractive, many woman do. I think you miss your
boyfriend a lot. My advice to you is to move on.
You're really quite a beauty and there's many men in
this office and beyond who would give their left one
to sleep with you."

	"But, I don't want ."

	"Okay, okay, you want to have a date with me?"

	I sniffle and nod vigorously.

	"All right then, I'd like to go slowly, do you
understand?"

	"Yes."

	"How about dinner at my place, this Friday oh,
lets say about seven?"

	"That sounds great," I say with a big smile and a
sniffle

	"Donna, I liked you a lot as a friend, think
about whether or not you really want to be my lover.
If you have any second thoughts, and don't show I'll
understand perfectly and we'll still be friends."

	"I'll be there."

	"All right then, now scoot! I've got a ton of
work here and you've broken my concentration!" She
chides me with a smile. I take a deep breath and walk
back to my cube.


	The next few days I'm walking on air. I buy a
special outfit, a cute mini-skirt and stockings. I get
my hair done up nice. I now have super-super-smooth
bangs! I know it's a crazy, silly thing, but I feel
like a teenager on her first date. And in an odd way
it's true. This is my first date with a woman, and an
older woman at that!

	Lisa lives on the upper East side, on Second
avenue and Seventy-Fifth street, in one of those big
East side luxury monstrosities. I take a cab cross-
town. I'm so nervous my hand shakes as I paid the
driver. I check in with the doorman, then it's up to
the ninth floor.

	With butterflies twirling in my stomach I ring
her apartment doorbell. After a few seconds my `date'
opens the door. Lisa greets me with a gentle kiss on
the cheek then invites me in. Her apartment is huge.
She looks wonderful in a long dark-blue evening gown.

	Lisa has prepared a light seafood pasta dinner.
We take our time chitchatting while we eat in her
large kitchen. The lights are low and the table is
candlelit. Soft, relaxing jazz is heard in the
background. I force myself to slow down and chew
slowly, and remember to breath, breath!

	After dinner we retire to her living room. I sit
on her overstuffed sofa as Lisa gets some red wine.

	"So," Lisa says impishly as she hands me the wine
glass, "where do we begin?"

	"Um, are you going to tie me up now?" I ask
haltingly.

	"Oh Donna, not so fast, I want to make love to
you, but tonight I think we should move slowly, see
how you like it. Then if all goes well you can come
back tomorrow night for the heavy stuff."

	"Okay." I smile nervously and take a big sip of
wine.

	"Also, I want you to call me `Mrs. Lowens' like
you used to, for now on."

	"Okay, umm, Mrs. Lowens."

	"All right then, we'll do this nice and easy."
She moves in front of me and takes the wine glass out
of my hand. "Just relax and close your eyes. I'm just
going to touch and kiss you now."

	Sitting on her sofa, arms at my sides I close my
eyes and try to relax. The bit of wine was very good
and helps in this. I can't believe what is about to
happen to me. To be seduced by this gorgeous older
woman who has been haunting my dreams for weeks.

	I suppress a nervous giggle as I feel her long
cool fingers slowly caress the back of my head, and
then down my shoulders. I guess she's standing behind
the couch.

	"Oooh, Donna, you're such a beautiful girl. I
don't think you realize it, but you just ooze a kind
saucy sexuality," her voice lowers to a whisper as I
feel her lips press against my ear, "and I just want
to suck it up." She slowly kisses and nibbles on my
ear.

	I feel a deep blush bloom on my cheeks. Damm it!
It makes me feel like such a kid. Lisa hasn't even
done anything to me yet and I can feel my breasts perk
up and a wetness develop between my legs.

	Lisa sits next to me on the couch. I'm still
being good by keeping my eyes closed as she wraps an
arm around my waist. She presses me to her and leans
into me. It feels great as her firm breasts rub into
my shoulder.

	She begins to softly kiss me just under my neck,
her lips soft and insistent, going up to my cheek and
forehead. Her other hand gently traces along my thigh,
mini-skirt, tummy, then ever-so-lightly to my breasts.

	"So, lover, how do you like it so far?" she asks
in a husky whisper.

	"I-It's n-nice, I like it." I barely manage to
stammer out.

	"I bet you do." Her hand lightly holds up my
chin.

	"Donna, you can open you eyes now." I comply to
see her strong angular face close to mine.

	"Donna I'm about to give you your a real womanly
kiss. It's going to be very wet and I'm going to use
my tongue a lot. And you sure you're ready?"

	I nod quickly, looking into those wonderful blue
eyes just inches from my own. Her soft lips touch
mine. I close eyes again and tilt my head back
slightly as Lisa increases the pressure on my mouth.
Her hand holds the back of my head while she leans
into me, kissing passionately. Her long body feels
great next to mine.

	As we continue our kiss I'm getting more excited.
I push my chest out and open my legs slightly. I let
out a whimper as her tongue sides into my mouth. My
pussy becomes instantly wetter.

	I can't believe this is actually happening! She's
a woman and almost twice my age!

	Our mouths open fully and our tongues swirl
around each other. Lisa's tongue is long and forceful,
she takes her time and explores my mouth with it. She
breaks off but then starts kissing me all over my
face. I kiss her back.

	Her hands press up and down along my body, this
time with more force. I return the touch and feel up
her curving hips, her tummy and then onto her breasts.
We still have our clothes on, but through her dress I
feel she is deliciously firm, smooth and long.

	Lisa takes hold of my shoulders and lowers me
down onto the couch. I'm now lying flat as the older
woman squirms around on top of me like a snake. Her
knee and thigh push between my legs, forcing them open
and to squish against her pussy. Our legs are entwined
and scissor-locked together. My mini-skirt is pushed
up past my waist, Lisa's dress is in a similar state.
We're both wearing stockings. She humps down against
my thigh while grinding into my pussy with her own
thigh. Clamped together tightly like this we
immediately fall into a rasping rhythm.

	"Oow, Donna, my little saucy one, this feel too
good. If we want it to last we're going to have to
slow down a little."

	"Ummm," is my only reply.

	Lisa sits up a little, our legs still entwined.
She holds my shoulders and wildly kisses me on the
face again. She sits up again and quickly unbuttons my
blouse. Her hands move up my tummy and onto my
breasts. She kneads, pulls and twists them through my
bra. She reaches under me and unclasps the bra. I
raise my arms as she pulls off and casts aside my
blouse and bra.

	We stop grinding, Lisa kneels between my legs,
forcing them wide open. Her hands grip my underarms,
Lisa leans down and lowers her long tongue to my
chest. I moan in pleasure as she slowly laps up my
breast. She holds me firm as she opens her mouth to
engulf my entire left breast. Her wicked tongue twirls
around my nipple as she sucks up on it, then mashes
her mouth into my breast slurping, twisting and
pulling at me with her teeth and lips.

	"Ooooh, Ooh,  Oh Lisa, Oh God, your tongue, aah,
ooh, your tongue," I moan and gurgle as she serious
laps at my nipple.

	I can't believe this is happening. It's as if I'm
moving through a haze of pure white-hot pleasure. This
far surpasses my paltry girlish fantasies. I feel
dream-like, but this is no dream! Her strong arms hold
me to the couch, her questing mouth is ravishing my
breasts, her long legs push insistently against my
pussy and wide open legs.

	Lisa smiles mischievously and leans up and
reaches under my ass. She unzips the back of my mini-
shirt. I push my lower back and butt off the couch to
help her. She disengages from between my legs and
grabs hold of my feet and brings them together. She
takes my skirt all the way off. Then off came my
shoes, and in one swift move she hooks her thumbs
under my panties and socking and swoosh! She has
finally has me bereft of clothing!

	She gets up off the couch, kicks off her shoes
and reaches behind her neck. Her stunning dark-blue
evening dress comes up and off  her beautiful long
body. She stands before me in black bra, stockings and
panties. Wow! She is quite muscular. Her exercise
routine has really paid off. I'd bet she could kick my
boyfriends butt! No doubt she could kick mine. Now
that's a strange thought! She rolls down her panties
and stockings and snaps off her bra. We're soon both
naked, at last!

	"Spread your legs sweetie so I can eat you out
properly," she says slinking to the couch again.

	"Oh! My," I  murmur.

	I do as she tells me. I'm still laying my back on
her couch, Lisa kneels between my splayed legs and
leans forwards. She slowly kisses my soft inner thigh
and then gently bites and pulls at me, working her way
towards my pussy. It feels wonderful, her soft lips
and sharp teeth on my tender parts. I open my legs so
far as possible to encourage her.

	As her long tongue pushes up between my pussy
lips I throw my head back and mewl in delight. She
sucks, pulls and then gently bites my clitoris. This
is the first time I've ever been `eaten out' by a
woman. Lisa's expert touch is driving me crazy!
Unbelievable rolling sensations of pleasure emanate
from between my legs, rolling up my tummy, causing my
nipples to hardened and stand up proudly.

	She continues to lap me, I squirm my hips around,
trying to impale myself on her long tongue. Her hands
reach under my legs and hips to hold me fast to her
mouth. The older woman opens her mouth wide, her soft
lips engulf my entire cunt. I feel her long, wet
tongue moving between my pussy lips, slowly and
deliciously she slides it into my pussy hole.

	I whimper and moaning in ecstasy. She begins to
pump her entire tongue in and out of me, slavering up
my now copious pussy juice. She goes crazy sucking,
licking and nipping my pussy lips and clitoris,
mashing her lips, mouth and chin up and down between
my legs.

	"Ooooh, Arrrrrrh!, Arrrh! oh God, Lisssssa! I-I-
Aaaaaaah!" My orgasm builds from the pit of my stomach
and I spasm all over Lisa's face. I reach up and hold
her face to my twat. She sucks and licks me through my
orgasm. Laying on my back on the couch with Lisa
between my legs I fully relax, feeling that hazy
dullness of post-orgasmic bliss. She rubs her hands
slowly up and down the inside of my thighs, it feels
wonderful.

	"You seemed to enjoy that sweetie."

	"Ohh, yes Mrs Lowens."

	"I'd like to go back to what we were doing
before, rubbing pussy to pussy, except now we'll do it
rawhide, I like that sort of thing a lot."

	"Ummm, okay," I tell my new lover. I have a
heightened sense of being right now. I feel fully open
to this woman, she can be whatever she wants to me
now.

	Lisa look up and kisses my tummy, my breasts,
neck. She moves up along the top of my body again, and
gently brings her musky lips to mine. Her warm skin
feels great against mine. I feel her gentle weight
push lusciously against me as she snuggles over me.
Her body feels fantastic, her mature breast press down
on mine. Her hips push against my V open legs.

	Mrs. Lowens slowly inserts her tongue into my
mouth. I open my mouth wide to accept her probing as
she slides her pussy against mine. She slowly grinds
her cunt into me. Our pussies squish and squash
together. The sensations are astonishing! We're lips-
to-lips on both ends. Lisa's tongue feels wet and big
in my mouth as she runs it along the roof of my mouth.
Our hips and pussy thrust into each other. We slowly
begin to find a delicious rhythm together.

	The pace of our pussy grinding picks up, Lisa
kisses my face my with a gentle force. Our tongues
playfully slide and push together. Her pointed
clitoris feels great as it rubs into me. Our arms wrap
around each other. She holds me very tightly as our
rhythm picks up. I wrap my legs around her slender
waist, my ankles cross against her back as I the woman
tightly to me.

	Here we are on the couch, two women, separated in
age by about twenty years, turning ourselves into one
deliciously rutting beast and I love it! I'm pressed
into her overstuffed couch, on my back with my legs
around this sexy, older woman, she holds me incredibly
tight against her body. My face is tilted back as she
kisses me wildly on my face. One of her arms goes
around my back and the other holds my neck to her,
forcing us together. Her firm breasts mush and
wonderfully rub against me, occasionally our stone-
hard nipple make electric contact.

	We hold each other tightly, sliding, thrusting
and rubbing together. This goes on for a while as our
crescendo builds.  Lisa pushes forcefully and slowly
into my pussy and begins to orgasm against me. Her
tongue laps under my neck. She moves down near my
arching chest. With both hands she grabs hold of my
tits, pulls them upwards and bites and licks my nips.
I moan and writhe under her, my own orgasm soon
follows.

	We lie resting together for a while. The naked
older woman wiggles against me. She sits up between my
open naked legs and looks down at me, rubbing her long
fingers along my legs.

	"Hmmm, your quite a good little fuck. For the
rest of the night I'm going to tie you spreadeagle to
my bed and continue to screw your slutty little-brains
out."

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To be continued...

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