Lesbian slave now the Seductress - And Her Adventures 2

Lesbian slave now the Seductress
And Her Adventures


I felt like her pussy was calling my name.

Simone sat down on the grass, lay back, spread her legs and offered, Go on, Elizabeth, lick me.

I-I-I've never done this before, I stammered, not that I didn't want to. I desperately wanted to. I just didn't want to disappoint her.

Now don't be shy, sexy, I know you'll be a natural, she purred, her voice so tender and alluring.

I crawled between her tanned legs, moved my head to her inviting pussy, extended my tongue and began licking.

Her cunt tasted so sweet, unlike what I'd imagined, especially considering how most men bitch about eating pussy yet they sure expect us ladies to suck cock at the drop of a hat.

I wanted more of her taste; I wanted to fuck her pussy with my tongue. I tried to use my tongue as a small cock. I struggled at first, but I eventually got my tongue in her small tight hole.

Finger me too, Elizabeth, she ordered, her moans soft and sexy.

I moved my tongue to her swollen labia as I slid my finger inside her. I searched for her g-spot, not something I had any experience in finding, while simultaneously flicking on her clit.

That's it your tongue feels so good, she moaned, as her hands went to the back of my head.

I didn't find her g-spot, but I was making her moan.

She grabbed my head, and began grinding her cunt all over my face. I pulled my finger out and focused on licking while she literally fucked my face.

She soon screamed, fuck yes, and I received my first female cum facial.

I lapped up her juices which were as sweet as the punch juice that got me intoxicated enough to end up in this exhilarating situation.

Unfortunately, even though we would get together a couple more times, it was never as thrilling as the first time and eventually I began dating a football player, a relationship that lasted a couple of years... never again tasting the sweet nectar of a woman.

Yet, for the first time in eight years, I was drawn to a woman...well a girl...she couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen.

I watched her in déjà vu awe as if I were again a junior in college.

She was wearing a blue dress so short that when she sat down I could see almost the entire top of her thigh high stockings. I had become a stockings addict because of Ronnie and his obsession with them and came to see them as a great accessory for my outfits as well as accentuating my best asset, my legs.

I was almost drunk enough to comment on her hosiery choice, but she looked barely eighteen and I was forty that could only come across as creepy.

She was also wearing five inch heels and I couldn't help but wonder how she didn't kill herself in them.

She seemed to notice me staring at her legs and heels so I quickly turned away, which only made it more obvious.

Until the play started, I tried to focus on my sweet boyfriend who was giving me a great fortieth birthday party.

Yet, the temptation to look at this intriguing teenager was overwhelming.

Ronnie asked, so are you enjoying your fortieth birthday?

It's the best fortieth I have ever had, I playfully replied.

As he chatted, I tried to focus on his words, but I couldn't get Simone out of my head, nor her teenage lookalike.

I mean, sure, on occasion I saw a beautiful woman, usually younger, and gushed a little as I remembered the exhilarating rush of sexual submission to Simone... yet fantasy and the past tended to never become today's reality.

That said, fantasy wise, I have a lot of kinky fantasies that are on my sexual bucket list:

Being taken by a well-hung man.

Bern gangbanged by a group of well hung guys.

A night with a transsexual, a girl with a dick is such a turn-on I'm pretty sure I like dick too much to ever completely cross over to the other side.

To be tripled teamed with three cocks pounding away all at once is fun to imagine.

Being a cocksucker for a whole team preferably a football team-so much cock and having it turn into a bugrake I do love the feeling of cum spraying on my face a slutty kink of my girl next door look.

I took a couple more quick glances before the play started, but she didn't seem to notice as she chatted with her mom. Yet, having her right leg crossed over into her left gave me a very good look of the top of her thigh high stockings. Plus, her dress didn't remotely hide her firm perky breasts.

I could feel my pussy getting tingly and was worried I would gush in these extravagant seats maybe I should have worn at least a thong.

I couldn't remember feeling this giddy around another woman in years and she didn't have any clue what impact she was having on me.

She was easily one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, somehow mixing a natural innocence with a powerful persona...and this I got without talking to her. She just exuded a confidence in her look and dress...again a similar vibe to Simone all those years ago.

I was curious if her eyes were blue like mine. Her blonde hair was in a bun, which allowed her to showcase her facial features...which were utterly flawless... just like Simone.

As the lights went down, I turned to the stage. I love musicals, having seen many including Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon, Guys and Dolls, Jesus Christ, Superstar, and Grease...just to name a few. But Book of Mormon was my favorite this being the third time I'd seen it.

I tried to focus on the show, my right hand in my boyfriend's hand, but it was undeniably a struggle. My past, my one lesbian tryst, kept playing in my head.

The teen beside me, was she even eighteen? only enhanced my inability to focus as she continually kept shifting in her seat, crossing her legs and even playing with her dress and rubbing her nylon-clad legs.

I took a plethora of glances at her, particularly every time she changed positions. When she began rubbing her leg, I starred at her hands, her finger nails painted purple, curious if her toes were of a matching color, and her sexy legs.

I tried to pull my eyes away from her hypnotic movements but couldn't, even as they broke out into one of my favorite songs. Turn it off.

As the play continued, she continued to draw me in. I tried to focus on the play, the humor and the dance numbers, but I continued to be drawn to her legs in nylons.

Being dark, I assumed she couldn't tell I was staring, drooling and leaking over her, but when I heard her heel hit the ground, I watched as she moved her stocking-clad foot to the balcony and answered my question, she had indeed painted her toenails the same unique purple. Her feet in the dark mocha color were sexy and I couldn't stop staring, no longer even feigning interest in the play that I loved.

She wiggled her toes, she leaned forward and fixed the seam that was slightly askew and then, using both hands, slowly moved her hands from her ankle up her calf to her knee and then to her thigh.

I was completely intoxicated by this young woman, my pussy so wet I felt a gush leak out of me. Shit, I wish I could just get up and find a place to get off. I thought to myself as my pussy burned.

I imagined her pointing to the floor and me obediently dropping to my knees.

I imagined her opening her legs and again wordlessly pointing to her pussy.

I imagined both my boyfriend and her mother watching as I was helplessly drawn to her...so much that obeying her, tasting her, overrode common sense and dignity.

I imagined leaning forward, extending my tongue, and tasting what could only be an exotic perfection.

I didn't even notice the final song of the first act end. Only the clapping and the lights going on woke me out of my vivid day dream.



By nutbuster

to be continued