Date: Tue, 05 Jun 2001 12:45:06 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Ride In The Country

	A Ride In The Country
	by Ann Douglas
    (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part One

	Claire Atwater let out a soft sigh of
relief as the long meeting finally ended.
Finally, her firm was about to hit the big
time, the acquisition of the much coveted
Saint-Abbott account was a symbol of
success.  It was a goal she had devoted all
her energies to over the last few months,
forsaking even the semblance of a personal
life.
	At forty-six, Claire was still a
strikingly good-looking woman.  Standing
five eight and just a little over a hundred
and thirty pounds, she wore her thick
blonde hair cut just above the nape of her
neck.  Her small rounded breasts still drew
attention, even when she was wearing one
of the business jackets and skirts that
she normally wore to the office.
	Many a colleague had asked her out
over the years, only to be gently rebuffed.
Since the night she had first gone to bed
with another girl when she was sixteen,
the businesswoman had never pictured
herself as being with anyone other than
another woman.
	It was hard for Claire to keep from
breaking out into relief filled laughter as a
few of the other negotiators came up to
congratulate her on the deal.  Finally, one
by one they left the conference room,
until only she was left.  Or so she thought.
	Looking out the window down onto
Rene-Levesque Street, and then the city
of Montreal spread out beyond, Claire
finally let herself relax.  It had been a
long hard climb, but in the end was worth
it.  All of her dreams were about to come
true, well her professional ones at least.
	"I don't mean to intrude," a quiet
yet powerful voice from behind startled
the blond haired woman, causing her to
jump just a barely perceptible distance.
	She turned around to face the
speaker, greatly surprised at whom it
turned out to be.
	"I'm sorry if I startled you," Vivian
Saint-Abbott said with a warm smile.  "I
just wanted to add my congratulations to
the others.  Aside from the fact that I
was impressed myself by the presentation,
I'm always pleased when a woman achieves
success, especially in a field too often
dominated by men with inferior talents."
	 "Thank you,"  Claire replied,
wondering if there was something more in
Vivian's choice of words.  "I'm sure we'll do
a job that'll justify your decision in picking
us."
	"Oh, I really don't take part in the
decision making process, at least as far as
the business is concerned,"  Vivian said as
she looked beyond Claire to the long row
of framed photographs on the conference
room walls.  "I'm much too easily swayed by
a pretty face to make an impartial
decision.  That's what I have a staff for,
to keep it all on a professional level."
	The salt and pepper haired
fifty-two year old's choice of words
seemed to be carefully selected and
contain twin meanings.  Watching her
examine the photographs, Claire couldn't
help but wonder if she was trying to send
her a message.
	Throughout the long weeks of
discussions, Vivian Saint-Abbott had been
noticeably absent from the meetings.  It
was only at the final conference that she
made an appearance, and even then she
had remained unusually silent through the
proceedings.
	Despite her silence, it wasn't as if
Claire hadn't paid a great deal of attention
to the older woman.  Slightly taller,
wearing the latest designer fashions,
Vivian Saint-Abbott was perhaps the most
attractive woman she had seen in quite a
long time.  It would've been an outright lie
to say that, despite the importance of the
subject matter being discussed, Claire
hadn't allowed her mind to wander for a
brief moment to consider Vivian as a
woman.
	More than once, Claire's eyes had
found themselves drawn to the swell of
Vivian's larger mounds, as well as the
smoothness of her long legs.  It didn't help
Claire's concentration to recall that it had
been over six months since she'd last been
with a woman.
	A hundred and eighty nights since
she had felt the body of another woman
against her own, and that had been only a
brief single encounter with a woman she
met at a business conference in Toronto.
Still, the memory of Rhonda's flesh against
her own, and the softness of her lips were
still fresh in her memory.  Fresh because
it was all she had to warm her on those
coldest of nights.
	"These are beautiful animals," Vivian
said as she reached the end of the row.
"Do you ride?"
	Claire moved over to Vivian's side
and looked at the photograph she was
looking at.  It was an image of the horses
at the riding stable she liked to frequent.
	"It's one of my passions,"  Claire
replied,  "but I never seem to be able to
find the time anymore.  The price of
success I guess."
	"Oh you must find the time,"  Vivian
said.  "What good is success if you don't
take the time to enjoy life as well."
	"I guess you're right," Claire said,
not wanting to disagree with her newest
client.
	"I love to ride as well,"  Vivian
continued. "We have a small stable out at
our country house at Lake Saint-Francois
on the Chemin de l'Anse, but it's so hard
to find good riding partners."
	"I imagine so,"  Claire replied.
	"You know, I just had the most
wonderful idea,"  Vivian said as she turned
to face Claire.  "The weather is supposed
to be quite lovely this weekend.  Why don't
you come out to Hudson and ride with me.
In fact, why not spend the weekend.  I
can't think of a better way to begin our
new relationship."
	Claire was greatly surprised by the
offer.  She looked deep into Vivian's eyes
and saw a spark that she found strangely
familiar.  A look she had seen in her own
mirror many times.
	"I'd love to,"  Claire answered, still
lost in the depths of her eyes.
	"Excellent,"  Vivian smiled, turning
on her feet and snapping up her bag off
the conference table.  "I'll send a car by
to pick you up in the morning."
	With that she was gone.
	Claire now stood alone in the empty
conference room.  Just before she had
left, the blond had seen something else in
the older woman's eyes.  Something both
enticing and forbidden.

	Claire awoke with anticipation the
next working, quickly tossing off the
covers of her bed and heading into the
shower.  The hot running water felt
wonderful against her skin as she ran
soapy hands across her body.  As she
began to run her hands, now filled with
shampoo through her hair, she let her
mind wander.
	Laying awake last night, she had
considered the idea that perhaps she was
making too much of what she perceived as
Vivian's interest in her.  After all, there
was no reason for her to assume that
Vivian even knew that she was a lesbian,
much less that she might be one as well.
	It wasn't like the forty-six year old
made any effort to conceal it, having come
out soon after college.  Yet at the same
time she didn't exactly wear a nametag
that said it either.  Vivian might actually
be interested in no more than a riding
companion.  Either way, she promised
herself that she would take advantage of
the day, whatever did or didn't develop,
and enjoy herself.
	Dressing took a short time as she'd
laid out her clothes and riding gear the
night before.  When the car Vivian had
promised showed up a short time later,
Claire was ready to go.

	When she first arrived at the
country house, Claire had been met by a
quite beautiful young twenty-year old
platinum blond named Stephanie.  The
French-speaking girl was quite well
endowed, something that was hard to miss
in the rather provocative maid's outfit
that she wore.  It wasn't anything that the
girl actually did or said, but Claire got the
distinct impression that she resented her
being there.
	Vivian appeared a few minutes later,
wearing what Claire knew to be a quite
expensive riding outfit.  Just the tall
leather boots cost more then most working
women made in a week.  She instructed
Stephanie to show Claire where she could
change, then said she'd meet her guest out
by the stables around the back of the
house.
	Vivian had been right about more
than a few things.  The weather was
indeed lovely, at least for most of the
morning, and it had been much too long
since Claire took time off to enjoy herself.
The horse she been lent was a fine animal
and a pleasure to ride.  And the trails
around the Saint-Abbott estate were
incredible as well.  Just the sort of place
that Claire pictured herself having when
she dreamed of unlimited success.
	They had been riding for well over
an hour, alternating between slow walks
and racing bursts across the countryside.
The two women were having so much fun
that it was almost too late that they
noticed the darkening clouds quickly
moving in from the East.
	"Oh damn,"  Vivian said in futile
protest when she saw the clouds,  "I was
so hoping that they were wrong when they
changed the weather forecast early this
morning."
	As they made their way back to the
house, it became obvious that the now
dark gray clouds would overtake them
before they got there.  The sky echoed
with a resounding thunderclap, sending a
torrential downpour onto them as they
were still an eighth of a mile from their
goal.  The intensity of the shower was
such that even in that short distance, they
were soaked to the skin.

	Two of the stable hands ran out to
meet them, taking care of the animals as
they led them back to their quarters.  As
they stepped into the rear door of the
kitchen, Stephanie was waiting for them
with twin crystal balloons of warm brandy.
	"Oh that feels good,"  Claire said as
the warmth of the liquid spread across her
cold and wet body.
	As she finished her own drink,
Vivian instructed the maid to take Claire
to the guest bedroom down the hall from
her own.  She would be able to shower
there and get out of those wet things.
When they reached the top of the stairs,
her hostess excused herself and headed
for her own bathroom.
	As she watched Vivian walk away,
Claire realized that she had been staring
at the way the older woman's clothes clung
to her body, outlining the shape of her
breasts.  From the look of disapproval on
Stephanie's face, it was obvious that her
attentions hadn't gone unnoticed.  Claire
sincerely hoped that Vivian hadn't been
offended.

	Stepping out of the shower, Claire
felt clean and refreshed. Wrapping a large
white towel around her body, she moved
into the connecting bedroom and was
surprised to find that her clothes weren't
laid out on the bed as she expected.  In
fact, even the clothing she had just taken
off was gone.
	"Stephanie?"  she inquired as she
poked her head out into the hall.
	When no response was forthcoming,
the blond haired woman checked her towel
and walked out into that hall.  The door to
the adjacent master bedroom was wide
open.  Pausing at the entrance, Claire
called out her hostess' name, getting the
same silence in reply.  More than a little
curious, she stepped inside.
	"Ca alors!" Claire exclaimed as she
took in the master bedroom.
	The room was like something out of
another century.  Dominated by a large
oversized four-poster bed that looked to
actually be that old, the rest of the decor
matched the period.  There was one great
exception however, one which caught both
her eye and her interest.
	Attached next to one of the four
bedposts were a set of fur-lined leather
restraints.  Holding one in her hand, Claire
felt her heart quicken.  Running her
fingers along the fur lining, additional
sensations radiated from between her
legs.

	"Do my little trinkets interest you?"

	"Oh Mon Dieu!"  Claire called out as
she realized that Vivian had caught her
going through her room.
	"I do seem to be making a habit of
surprising you, don't I?"  she said.
	Wearing a short white terrycloth
robe, Vivian walked over to her houseguest
and touched the leather restraint in her
hand.
	"Vivian, I'm so sorry,"  Claire said,
trying to explain her invasion of Vivian's
privacy.  "I couldn't find my clothes and
then the door was open and ..."
	"Do things like this interest you?"
the older woman repeated, ignoring Claire's
apology.
	Claire looked into the older woman's
eyes.  Within them, the fire she had only
caught a glimpse of the day before now
radiated brightly.  The pulse of her heart
now thundered in her head and she felt a
glowing lump in her throat.  Her skin felt
flushed, mirroring her emotional response
to the question.
	"Yes," she said softly.
	"I didn't quite hear that,"  Vivian
said.
	"Yes, things like that interest me,"
Claire said in a louder voice.
	"And do I interest you as well?"  the
salt and pepper haired woman asked.
	"Oh yes,"  the younger woman
replied, her voice filled with anticipation.
	"Excellent,"  Vivian smiled as she
reached up and stroked Claire's cheek.
	"Perhaps we can find a more, how
shall we say, interesting way to spend a
rainy afternoon,"  Vivian concluded, the
tone of her voice making no mistake that
she was totally in control of the moment.
"Would you like that?"
	Claire just couldn't find her voice to
respond, but her expression gave her
consent.  Vivian reached out and undid the
folds of the towel wrapped around her
guest, undoing the edges and letting it fall
to the floor.  Her eyes took it the length
of Claire's nude body, her appreciation of
it quite evident.
	"You are quite beautiful, mon cheri,"
Vivian said as she reached out and gently
ran her fingers across Claire's breasts.  "I
was taken with you from the moment I saw
you yesterday. Tout a fait beau en effet."

	Vivian's heart was racing as she felt
Claire's fingers caress her flesh.  It was
as if the woman could look into her soul
and see her most secret desires.  Desires
she normally would never admit to anyone
she had known so short a time.
	"Undo my robe,"  Vivian told Claire,
the strength in her voice making it a
command and not a request.
	With hands she had to keep from
shaking with excitement, Claire followed
the instruction and undid the robe's white
sash.  As it fell to the wayside, the robe
fell open as well, giving her an almost
unrestricted look at the body beneath.  A
view that became total as she reached up
and carefully slid it off Vivian's shoulders,
letting it drop to the floor.
	Claire had always thought she had
kept her body in great shape for someone
her age, but looking at this woman before
her made her reconsider that thought.
Six years older, Vivian had the body a
woman a decade younger than Claire
would've been envious of.
	Her breasts were large and full,
showing little effect of the passage of
time.  Dark pink circles capped each one
with a thick, erect nipple in the center.
Her stomach was flat and smooth, her legs
long and muscular as well.  The only clue to
her age might've been the patch of hair
between her legs, but when Claire's eyes
moved down to look, she found a mound
shaved as smooth as a teenager.
	"I take it you approve?"  Vivian
asked.
	"Oh yes,"  Claire replied, wondering
if at any moment she would wake up in her
bed and find this was all a dream.
	"I want you to pleasure me,"  Vivian
said in the same tone she had used before.
	Claire hesitated, but only for the
briefest of moments.  She knew the
request was a test of both her resolve and
her imagination.  It wouldn't do to come up
short on either one.
	Pressing their bodies together,
Claire threw her arms tightly around
Vivian's neck as their lips came together.
The soft press of Vivian's mouth against
her own sent a sudden warmth throughout
her body.  While the touch of her tongue
in Claire's mouth was enough to make her
feel lightheaded.
	As their tongues continued to
caress each other, Claire gently ran her
hands up and down Vivian's body, her
fingers caressing the warm, smooth flesh.
They moved down to her buttocks, tracing
a fading line with her nails, then slid
across and between her legs to transverse
the smooth sex between.  Finally up across
her stomach to cup each of her large
breasts, massaging the tips with infinite
care.
	The blond lifted one breast to her
mouth and replaced her fingers with her
lips and tongue.  Gently at first, then
harder with the passions building within
her, Claire stroked and tickled the pale
skin, taking the dark tips into her mouth.
	"Tu es tres gentille,"  Vivian moaned
softly as she guided her other mound into
Claire's mouth as the younger woman
repeated her actions.


Part Two

	Claire continued to kiss and lick her
way down Vivian's body, leaving a trail of
building desire.  She dropped to her knees
and her face paralleled Vivian's sex.  A
treasure Vivian made more accessible as
she spread her legs wider, lifting one of
them and letting it come to rest on a
dressing chair.
	Totally consumed with the fires
raging within her, Claire wasted no time on
preliminaries.  She used both hands to
press apart the folds of Vivian's sex and
pressed her face between them.  Her
tongue eagerly partook of the sweet
nectar within as it moved in every
direction.  Thrusts that translated into
pleasing waves of joy across Vivian's body.
	Vivian held Claire's head tight
between her legs, calling out words of
encouragement as she rode the building
rapids forming within her.  Encouragement
that became more forceful as they went
on.
	She had known from the moment
she had met Claire yesterday that the
businesswoman had a submissive streak in
her and that she had to have her.  How she
knew was something Vivian could never
explain.  She only knew that she was rarely
wrong about such things.  That thought,
and the even more exciting one that the
game was only beginning, brought her to
the edge of orgasm.
	"Baise-moi, chienne,"  Vivian called
out as she felt the first waves of her
orgasm breaking within her, "Baise-moi
avec ta langue!"
	Vivian's body shuddered as she
enjoyed the results of Claire's labors.
A gift she shared with the woman on he
knees before her as the fruits of her
eruption gushed forth.  A bounty Claire
eagerly drank deep of, as it filled her
mouth and covered her face.  A feast she
had greatly missed during her long months
of abstinence.

	"That was very good, ma chere,"
Vivian said as she finally released her hold
on the back of Claire's head.
	Even without Vivian's hands holding
her in place, Claire continued to lick her
prize for a short time more.  She wanted
to savor every precious drop.  Finally,
there was no more to enjoy.
	"Tu es delicieuse,"  Claire said as
she ran her tongue across her lips to clean
them as well.  "Did I please you, Madame
Saint-Abbott?" she added, hoping she was
showing the right measure of deference.
	"You pleased me greatly,"  Vivian
smiled as she indicated with her hand that
Claire should get back to her feet.  "I am
impressed."
	"Oh thank you,"  Claire replied with
all of the emotion she could put into those
simple three words.
	It was rare that she came across a
woman such as Vivian Saint-Abbott.  One
that could recognize within her the need
to be sexually dominated.  Few people, men
or women, could understand how she could
be a dynamic businesswoman, totally in
charge of her life, and still have a desire
to be treated in such a way.  Long ago,
Claire had decided that she had two
options in regard to her particularity.
	One course of action was to seek
professional help to find the cause of her
desires, something that could take years
or a lifetime.  Another option was to
simply accept that was who she was and
enjoy that aspect of her personality.  In
the long run, the latter seemed a more
viable solution.

	"Perhaps you might like to try those
little bracelets that you had found so
fascinating when I came in?"  Vivian
suggested as she stepped across the room
and lifted one of them in her hand.
	Claire's heart skipped a beat in
excitement.  When she had first come
across the fur-lined restraints, she had
imagined what it would be like to wear
them.  Like so many other things, it had
been a long time since she played with
such toys.
	"May I?"  she asked.
	"May I what?"  Vivian snapped back.
	"May I, Mistress?"  Claire
corrected herself, raising her level of
submission another notch.
	"Are you sure?"  Vivian asked,
	"Oh yes, Mistress,"  Claire said.
	"Very well,"  Vivian said as she undid
the strap of the cuff in her hand.  "Come
here."
	Claire quickly moved to her and
placed her hand in the restraint.  Vivian
closed the cuff and tied it shut.  Then she
placed Claire's other wrist in its twin,
binding that tightly as well.
	Now restrained, Claire couldn't
lower her arms.  The thin but strong chain
between the leather bindings ran up to and
through a small metal ring coming out of
the ceiling.
	Vivian stepped behind Claire.
Pressing her body against the blonde's
bare back, she rubbed her breasts against
it while reaching around the hanging
woman to play with her smaller breasts.
	"Oh yes,"  Claire moaned softly,
"your hands feel so good."
	Vivian slid her hand up and pulled
Claire's head back, just enough so that she
could kiss her.  The kiss was forceful and
full of passion, sending a shudder through
Claire.
	"You truly love being a slut under it
all, don't you?"  Vivian asked as she broke
the kiss.  "Giving your body to someone
stronger for their pleasure?
	"De l'cOh maitresse oui,"  Claire
replied, baring her most secret desires.
	"Well then, mon joli,"  Vivian smiled
as she ran her fingers down between
Claire's legs and across her small blond
mound. "We shall have to see that you are
not disappointed."
	The salt and pepper haired woman
continued to play with Claire for a while
longer, sliding long slender fingers in and
out of her sex.  Every once in a while she
would spread her fingers and caress
Claire's excited clitoris as well.  Just
enough to keep her level of excitement at
a fever pitch.
	"You like to be penetrated, don't
you?"  Vivian asked.
	"Yes, Mistress,"
	"Have you ever been penetrated by
a man?"
	"No, Mistress,"  came Claire's
immediate reply.  In the most technical
sense of the word, the forty-six year old
was still a virgin.
	"But you do enjoy being fucked by
another woman?"  Vivian concluded.
	"Oh yes, Mistress.
	"Excellent." a beaming Vivian said.

	Removing her hand from within
Claire, Vivian stepped over to the other
side of the bed and pulled on a long sash
that seemed connected to a lever in the
wall.  In the distance, the bound woman
could hear a series of small bells ringing.
	A few moments later, the sound of
the bells was replaced by that of soft
steps in the outer hallway.  Claire suddenly
felt herself become anxious over the idea
that someone else might see this side of
her.
	Thankfully, whomever Vivian had
summoned with the bells, came no further
than just before the open door.  Stepping
outside to speak to whoever it was, the
mistress of the house said something that
Claire couldn't hear.  Then she stepped
back into the bedroom.
	Moving back to her helpless captive,
Vivian ran her right hand across Claire's
breasts, stopping to admire the small,
hard nipples.  Bending over slightly, she
planted a soft, wet kiss on each of them.
	  "Vous gotez bon aussi,"  Vivian
said as she ran her tongue back and forth
across the large pink circles.
	The touch of her tongue occupied so
much of Vivian's attention that she didn't
notice the return of those soft steps in
the hallway.  Or that those steps had
continued this time until the owner had
walked into the room as well.
	"Dieu D'Oh!" a surprised Claire
gasped as she looked over and saw
Stephanie standing in the center of the
room.  In her hands she held a large silver
tray, the contents of which were covered
by an equally large silk napkin.
	The young girl at first gave Claire
no notice, as if walking into the master
bedroom and finding a naked woman
chained there was an everyday occurrence.
Then it occurred to Claire that it might
not be an everyday occurrence, but one
not so rare as to give her pause.
	"J'ai apporte ce que vous avez
demande, Madame." she said as she
brought the tray over to Vivian.
	It was difficult, but not impossible
for Claire to turn enough to see what was
on the tray.  Lifting one hand as high as
she could, she just about managed it.
	She was speechless when Vivian
removed the silk covering to reveal a very
realistic rendering of male genitalia.  A
version attached to an elaborate leather
hardness that made it clear it was meant
to be worn by someone that hadn't been
born with such.
	"Y aura-t-il toute autre chose,
Madame?" Stephanie asked as she turned
slightly and for the first time, looked
directly at Claire.
	Looking right back at her, Claire
suddenly understood the look on the young
girl's face, both now and when she had
first arrived.  It wasn't a look of
resentment as she had first thought or
even of disapproval as she had just feared.
It was a look of envy.  As if she wanted to
be in Claire's place.  It made the older
woman wonder how many times she had
been in her place.
	"No, there's nothing else ..."  Vivian
started to say as she undid the straps so
she could slide the harness around her.
"Wait a moment,"  she said as she looked
first at Claire, then at Stephanie, then
back at Claire."
	A wide smile formed on her face as
she adjusted the straps, pulling them
tight.  Vivian couldn't imagine what she
was thinking.
	"Preparez-la,"  she instructed
Stephanie.
	"Prepare me?"  Claire thought as
she repeated Vivian's order in her mind.

	Stephanie didn't hesitate.  She
moved over to Claire and dropped down to
her knees.  Then, in an imitation of the
position that the older blond had assumed
a short time before, the younger one
began to probe Claire's womanhood with
her tongue and fingers.
	Slowly at first, Stephanie licked
her, exploring her vagina, savoring the
honeyed nectar.  Then she began to
quicken the pace until she reached a
rhythm that sent first little, then larger
ripples throughout Claire's body.  As they
slowly built in intensity, Claire knew that if
she continued, they could easily lead to an
orgasm.
	"Oh God,"  Claire thought as the
twenty year old licked her with a skill she
hadn't felt from woman twice Stephanie's
age.  "This girl is incredible."
	The young woman continued to work
her magic as Vivian moved to Claire's side
as well.  She watched her maid carry out
her instructions for a short while, then
stepped up on top of the high chest that
rested next to the bed.  It raised her to a
height where her midsection was now just
about even with Claire's head.
	"Suck me,"  she said in her no
nonsense tone as she lifted her temporary
manhood and ran her long slender fingers
up and down it.
	Claire had never given a blow job to
a man, but had two previous lovers who
liked to act out the part.  Opening her
mouth as wide as she could, she slid as
much of the boytoy into her mouth as she
could.
	The lack of any sensation other than
the mental excitement of pleasing a lover
while she sucked Vivian off was quickly
balanced by the excited waves of rising
passion that Stephanie was producing.
The young woman was indeed a jewel,
easily worth whatever it was that Vivian
was paying her.  Claire would be greatly
surprised later when she learned that
Stephanie wasn't paid anything at all.
What she did, she did for the love of her
Mistress.
	Finally, Vivian decided that it was
time and instructed Stephanie to stop.
Much to Claire's disappointment, the
young woman did just that.  Vivian removed
her toy from Claire's mouth and Stephanie
was quick to help her down from the chest.
	"Ce sera tout,"  she told the maid as
she dismissed her.
	Without another word or a look
back, the platinum haired girl turned and
left the room.

	"Now it's just us, ma chere," Vivian
said as she again took up position behind
Claire and placed her cockhead against the
entrance to her sexual soul.
	She pressed her fingers inside of
Claire for a moment, knowing that her
maid's attentions had left the woman well
prepared.  Having been on the receiving
end of those attentions many times, she
knew well what Stephanie was capable of.
	With that, she began rubbing the
round tip of her cock up and down the
length of  Claire's pussy before taking a
firm grip and pushing it within her.
	"Aaaaa!"  Claire yelled as she felt
herself being penetrated .
	"Relax."  Vivian said as she eased
the strap on out a little, before pushing it
back in twice the depth of her first
attempt.
	Vivian reached around and rubbed
her fingers against Claire's clit, balancing
her discomfort with an added pleasure.  As
long as she could remember, she loved
taking such a superior role in her
lovemaking.  Almost as much as she knew
Claire enjoyed being on the receiving end
of her passion.
	Vivian began to thrust deeper within
Claire with an ever increasing frequency.
With her cock firmly within her lover,
Vivian allowed her hand to explore other
aspects of Claire's body. As she increased
her thrusts even more Vivian could feel
the walls of Claire's sex grabbing hold of
her as she pressed inside of her.
	"You love this, don't you, petite
salope?"  Vivian asked between thrusts as
she grabbed both of the younger woman's
hips and pulled her ass hard against her.
	"Oh yes,"  Claire panted as she
began to match Vivian's rhythm and draw
her deeper inside her.
	Vivian slid her hands up and down
Claire's body as she continued to fuck her
with  ever increasing ferocity.  Her fingers
closed tight against her breasts as she
used then to pull Claire against her.  Vivian
always got off fucking other women in this
way.  She loved to be in control.
	The constant rubbing against
Vivian's own clitoris button was sending
her into pre-orgasmic fits as well.  Hot
sweat covered each of their bodies as
both shook with the energy and passion of
unrestricted sex.
	Claire's cries grew louder and louder
as she implored Vivian to bring her to the
climax she so desperately craved.  Back in
her apartment in the city, her tendency to
shout at the top of her lungs in the middle
of lovemaking was a definite problem.
Here, far out in the country, she could
scream as long and loud as she wished.
	"Shall I stop?"  Vivian asked as she
paused for a brief heartbeat.
	"Noooo!!"  Claire screamed.
	"Perhaps I should untie you and let
you go?"
	"Dear God, No!!"
	"What shall I do then?"  Vivian
asked.
	"Fuck me!"  Claire shouted.  "Fuck
me until I come!"
	Lost in the fury of her passion,
Vivian again grabbed Claire's hair and
pulled her head back.  With a  fierce fire
in her dark eyes, Vivian pressed her lips
hard against the helpless woman beneath
her.  The taste of their tongues as they
intertwined was enough to push her to
within an inch of the abyss.
	"I'm going to come,"  Claire gasped
as Vivian's tongue slid out of her mouth.
	A few last thrusts were enough to
unleash the explosion that had been
building within the two of them.  Both
bodies jerked violently as they were
consumed by a rapture that ripped
through each of them.
	Claire drove her nails deep into her
hands as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her.
Vivian continued to pummel the captive
pussy that was pressed so tightly against
her own. Until she too was gripped by that
same loss of control.

	Finally it was done and a totally
exhausted Vivian slid out of Claire and
dropped down hard onto the storage chest.
It took her a few long breaths before she
could even speak.
	Claire was likewise drained, held up
only by the strength of her restraints.
Every muscle in her body seemed to ache.
It was the most wonderful ache she could
remember.
	Vivian finally got to her feet and
undid the straps of her toy.  Lifting the
cockhead to her lips, she licked Claire's
sweetness from it, leaving not a single
remnant.
	"I'll send Stephanie back to help
you clean up,"  Vivian said as she reverted
back to her role as Mistress of the Manor.
"Feel free to make use of any of her
talents you find desirable.  Dinner will be
at six."

	Claire just hung there, totally
amazed at the myriad aspects of Vivian
Saint-Abbott's personality.  The woman
was a puzzle within a riddle.  One minute a
ferocious Mistress and lover, the next a
concerned hostess.
	The sound of footsteps grew louder
out in the hall, signalling Stephanie's
return.  As Claire turned to look as the
young woman appeared in the doorway, she
recieved another surprise in a day full of
them.
	For the first time since she had met
her, the platinum blond was smiling.  A
smile filled with an obvious sense of
anticipation.
	The girl reached up and undid
Claire's restraints, brushing against the
older woman's breasts as she did.  The
simple touch sent another shiver of
excitement through Claire's body.
	"How many more surprises," she
thought as she pulled Stephanie close and
kissed her,  "is this weekend going to
hold?"
	As she felt the younger girl respond
to her kiss, Claire decided that she was in
no real hurry to find out.  It was more fun
just to let them unfold one at a time.

End