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Girlfriends - Part 1 |
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By Nigel McParr
The store was located in the oldest part of downtown Springfield. A large sign attached to the brick front proclaimed Johnson’s Fine Foundations & Undergarments. A little after 5:00 one spring afternoon, Heather Green was in the fitting room finishing up a corset fitting for Mrs. Wolski one of the store’s best customers. She was tight lacing her customer into a new custom-made corset when Mrs. Wolski said over her shoulder, “I’ve known you what eight years, Heather? I know your mother much longer.” She gestured impatiently at Heather. “Come, stand here in front of me. Open your blouse. I want to have a look at you.” “Mrs. Wolski…Why-” “You’re a very pretty girl and still single I might add. I want to see how you are developing.” Heather reluctantly unbuttoned her blouse. Mr. Wolski studied her straining bra and the smooth deep division of her breasts above its top. After a long moment, she said, “My husband would love those. What’s your cup size?” Heather turned crimson. “H”, she whispered. “You’re not quite as big as your mother, but you will be. Soon I should think.” “How do you know about my mother?” “Trust me. I know.”
When Mrs. Wolski finally left the store, Heather bolted and latched the front door, then, hurried into the back room to shut down the lights. Other than the click of her 3” heels on the maple floor, the store was muted and silent. As she entered the shadowy back room, a floorboard creaked, sending a mouse skittering across the floor. She barely noticed it. She was too preoccupied with the whereabouts of Mr. Johnson. As she flipped the row of light switches, she heard another floorboard squeak. She froze when a hand slipped around from behind her and over her bra cup. Annoyed more than frightened, she slapped his hand away. Mr. Johnson cursed under his breath as he stepped away from her. Turning to face him, she set hands on her hips and looked down at him. In her heels, she towered over him but that did not deter him. He was a slender little man in a gray suit and tie. There was an air of nervous intensity about him that reminded her of a ferret, all darting eyes and hands and damnable persistence. “Shame on you, Mr. Johnson! You have no right-” “But, Heather…I can’t help it…My Eleanor…she’s gone.” She brushed away his hand. It grazed the front of her skirt before it fell to his side. “Please,” he whispered, looking imploringly up at her. His remorse and her stubborn refusal left her feeling empty and unsure, filled with conflicting feelings for her tormentor. When he reluctantly backed away and let her pass, she felt awful. She shook her head, spun on her heel, and marched out the back door. She’d been working for him eight years since graduating high school in 1956. During that time, his wife passed away and she’d grown from an almost hipless busty 17 year old into a voluptuous young woman. Her hips had filled out and her bust size grown from 38F to a stunning 46H. Her bust enhancement was not lost on Mr. Johnson. It was a source of irritation for his wife before she died. At least Mr. Johnson let her buy her bras, seamed nylons, garter belts, and slips at a substantial discount. At first, she didn’t realize what he was up to selling below his cost. She soon found out. Even so, she loved her job from fitting young teens with their first bras to the heavy-busted matrons who came in for sensible corsets, girdles and bras Sometimes, when she was helping a young woman into a bra, she thought of Madison, her oldest and dearest friend since grade school.
Mr. Johnson stood in the open doorway with a substantial erection tenting out his creased slacks. He watched Heather until she’d disappeared down the alley. She was 26. He was 48 and obsessed with his top employee. She was nothing like his wife. The luscious sight of Heather’s tight-skirted big ass and those bouncing incredulously heavy titties made his mouth water. Masturbating furiously, he licked his lips and imagined what it would be like to unhook her bra.
Heather was breathless when she reached the bus stop. Off to the west the sky was rapidly darkening and rumbling ominously. Dirty gray clouds piled into towering columns laden with rain. The threat of a downpour irritated her far less than Mr. Johnson. She was glad to be away from her boss. Just because he’d given her a job and gave her a break on her underwear, he had no business touching her. He was always watching her with that same pop-eyed smile. He would occasionally brush against her when she was with a customer. There were many crude attempts at fondling her boobs. At first, she felt sorry for her boss. His wife was a mean little woman who completely dominated her husband. When he became more aggressive, she pushed him away. Even though he’d remind her that her job might be in jeopardy, She’d learned to sometimes swallow her meager pride and let him paw her breasts. That had been a mistake. There really wasn’t a thing she could do about him except quit, which was no option. Along the bus route to Madison’s home, she tried to calm down and sort out her thoughts. Madison would know what to do, but the problem was how to tell her what she really felt. Madison lived with her divorced mother in a modest well kept home in a quiet neighborhood. Since Heather was practically family, she walked right into the house through the back screened porch without knocking. Madison was in the kitchen ironing. The brightly lit room smelled of damp cotton and a casserole in the oven. Madison was wearing jeans and a wash-worn tee shirt. She was not wearing a bra, which Heather could never admit raised the hair on the back of her neck. She envied her girlfriend’s breasts, loved the way they stood up, pointing straight away from her chest. She wished she had the nerve to go braless and let her nipples show through her tops. However, the truth was her boobs were so big and heavy, her nipples did not point out. They angled rather downward. Still, she reminded herself, Mr. Johnson certainly didn’t mind. Madison glanced up as Heather came into the kitchen. She smiled and blew a stray lock of hair from her forehead. Her eyes sparkled when Heather hugged her. “Thanks for coming over.” “Thanks for being my best girlfriend,” Heather whispered in Madison’s ear. “You’re welcome, darling. I must say you look rather nice. Just look at you. Geez, I wish I could fill out a blouse the way you do. Why, you make me feel skinny and underfed.” “Madison, please. You know damn well you’d look good in a burlap bag. As for me, I’m not in a very good mood right now. I had to fight off Mr. Johnson again. He was waiting for me when I went to turn off the store lights. I didn’t see him until it was too late. He jumped out and got a good hold of my boobs. I slapped him good.” “I swear if it were me, I’d have kneed him in the balls. You really ought to complain.” “To whom? It wouldn’t do any good.” She smiled wanly. “At least he notices me. Nobody else seems to...besides you.” “With your bustline, I doubt that any one doesn’t notice you. My mom thinks you are drop dead voluptuous and I agree. She says if there ever was a girl born to be bedded and kept barefoot and pregnant; it’s the likes of you.” Heather began to smile. “Why, I’d kill to have your tits and ass. I’d never wear a bra. I’d just let ‘em jiggle and flaunt ‘em everywhere I went. I’d use them to leverage Mr. Johnson. You gotta learn to crack the whip over that man.” Heather’s face flushed. She glanced down nervously at the taut swell of her blouse and wondered what it would be like to be in charge. “I can just imagine, Madison. Me coming into work with my tits swinging and bouncing like bowling balls. Mr. Johnson would have a heart attack and I’d be blamed me for it. I mean it would be my fault.” “Serve him right. In any event, I have come up with a plan. Mom’s gone for the weekend. Dinner is in the oven but not quite ready. You go on upstairs and get out of that skirt and bra while I finish this ironing. I bought you something to wear. It’s on my bed.” Heather hesitated. Was Madison serious about getting out of her bra? Madison set her iron down and looked straight at Heather. “Didn’t I just tell you to get upstairs? I swear you’ll go over my knee if you don’t skedaddle.” Captivated and subjugated by the intensity in Madison’s eyes, Heather slowly backed away. “Alright all ready,” she murmured. “I’m going.”
Upstairs in the bedroom, Heather found a new cotton print wraparound on the bed. As she got out of her heels, skirt, blouse and bra, removed her garter belt and nylons, she felt the week’s stress flowing out of her. She picked up the dress and slipped her arms into the sleeves. It fit perfectly. As she knotted the twin ties at her waist, her breasts settled into the bodice and onto the backs of her hands. As she studied herself in the mirror, she saw a deep gash of cleavage afforded by the low-cut crossover neckline. Turning to the side, the dress dramatically lowered her bustline into a long sinuous curve. The dress transformed her and she was alone with Madison for the weekend. That awareness elicited a different mood that washed over her, conjuring up anticipation and excitement. Tonight after dinner, she would share everything with her best friend. Winging a silent prayer for the courage to tell all, she glanced into the mirror and decided she really was not that bad in the tits department. She understood Mr. Johnson’s obsession to pet. She could still feel his hand on her breast. As put off as she was, her nipples seemed not to know any better. They had grown hard and erect beneath Mr. Johnson’s fingers. Now, they were coming to attention again. She could feel them proudly thrusting into the flowered cotton. Migod, do I actually enjoy his mauling my boobs? She blushed at the notion. Tap-dancing across her mind, the question lingered, would not go away. She could not ignore it nor could she answer it. As she ran her hands over the cushiony resilience of her breasts, her fingers began to shake. A glow spread from her fingertips into her belly and sex. “Submit,” the voice said. “I won’t,” she whispered, but she knew she was beyond that now. Safely locked in the bathroom, she shuddered and indulged herself. She parted her dress and pressed the plump rise of her pussy into the contoured corner of the sink. She was barely aware her hand had slipped between her thighs. Glistening fingers stroked, teased, and slipped in and out of her, creating a glimmering arousal that exploded into full-blown excitement that inundated her senses. She was thinking of Madison, naked, beautiful, beside her in bed. She teased her nipples until they screamed to be suckled.
I am 26 and still a fucking virgin. Madison’s my age and been fucked how many times? Why can’t I get some of that...Crap! I already know the answer...
Her anger began to melt away as her lips formed into a naughty pout. Unencumbered, her swollen breasts settled and met at her dimpled navel. They swayed in perfect synchrony with the hand between her thighs. She felt herself sinking into a fantasy. If Madison caught her, she’d probably put her over her knee. Madison had begun doing that with some regularity and she wasn’t about to stop using her mother’s hairbrush now. She reluctantly splashed her face with cold water, freshened her lipstick, and re-wrapped and knotted the two halves of her dress around her. She could not deny the thrill coursing through her. It felt wonderful and freeing to be out of that damn bra. As she slipped her hands into the low vee of the bodice to lift and plump her breasts, she knew she was perilously close to falling out, which excited and frightened her even more. She’d never been this daring. She wished she could be as comfortable showing off her breasts as Madison. Looking into the mirror at her stunning cleavage and proud nipples, thrusting through the thin cotton fabric, she realized Mrs. Wolski was right. She was acquiring her mother’s profile. Having a bustline as large and full as her mother’s made her uneasy. Why me she silently demanded. She caught herself blaming her mother, which wasn’t fair. The slip flooded her with shame. A sharp rap on the bathroom door shattered her reverie. “Heather, it’s too quiet in there. Are you doing what I think you are? Come down stairs. Dinner’s on the table. I want to see you in that new dress.” Heather waited until Madison’s footsteps had faded away before she unlocked the door. When she came down the stairs, Madison was waiting at the foot of the stairs. She watched her descend, taking in every jiggling motion of her unsupported breasts. Her face was hot when Madison took her in her arms. “Why are you blushing like a school girl? Why so down at the mouth? You just have to trust me. You look spectacular! I love your jiggle, that low-slung look, not to mention your fab cleavage, which goes forever. Don’t be glum. Forget Mr. Johnson. It’s Friday night. We have the whole weekend ahead of us.” Heather sighed. “Madison, we need to talk and I don’t even know where to start.” Madison looked at her curiously. “Okay, we’ll go out on the porch after dinner. You can tell me everything then.”
By the time Heather and Madison came out to the back porch after washing and drying the dishes, it was nearly dark. The air was sullen and still; the birds tucked in for the night. Even the crickets were quiet. Flashes of lightening split the darkness followed by rumbling thunderclaps. Madison set the swing in motion. “It’s going to be quite a storm,” she said, slipping her hand into Heather’s. “I love to lay in bed it when it rains.” Madison squeezed her hand. “I know you do. We’ll be doing just that later tonight, which reminds me; we’re not sleeping in separate beds. You’re sleeping with me.” Heather looked at her. “That is after you to tell me everything.” Heather didn’t immediately reply. Her breasts had plumped out on her lap. Their sheer weight on her belly and thighs felt odd and wonderful, too. Her neckline had fallen open to offer her breasts and cleavage to Madison. Even though she had not intended to show her breasts so boldly, it sent a vicarious shiver through her. She felt like nothing so much as a naughty child. The wine she’d drunk at dinner made it easier for her to open up, but still she hesitated. Tell the truth! Sensing her reluctance, Madison spoke first. “I think I know what this is about. How long have I been after you to loosen up, lighten up, go braless? Date some boys; let them pet those fabulous breasts. You are so pretty, Heather. You have this effect, this aura, and you don’t even know it. I love you so. I’m going to kiss you.” Heather demurred, tried to turn away. She was blushing like mad. “Please…I…I can’t,” she cried. “Heather, stop this minute!” Tears rimmed Heather’s eyes as Madison gently took her face in her hands and kissed her. Her girlfriend’s lips were soft and full, tasting faintly of the dinner wine. She went limp. Madison was right. She waited a moment to gather her thoughts. Drawing a deep breath, she said, “All right, first of all I admit I am s-o-o-o envious of you. You have a boyfriend. I don’t .I don’t even know any young men. You know all about them, what to do, how to manage. Me, I have no idea how to act on a date. I really really want to lose my virginity. I want it more than anything….but not to some guy that’s all cock and no feeling. It must be with the right man…someone with a gentle touch and brains to match my own. There is something else, too.” “Out with it.” “When you kissed me just now, that wasn’t just a friend’s kiss was it?” “It was a measure of my love and my need for you. Was that what you wanted to tell me?” “Well, that and… my boobs. I know you like them, but they sometimes make me feel like a cow. Mr. Johnson loves to paw them. I haven’t told you this, but sometimes I actually feel sorry for him. His wife was a shrew, but now she’s gone. Maybe I should let him pet. God knows he’s persistent.” “It wouldn’t hurt. Use him to gain position…and the upper hand.” “Did you say the upper hand?” “Emphatically yes. Career-wise, Mr. Johnson can do you a lot of good. Take advantage of that. Close your eyes. Let him open your blouse and feel your boobs. Let him romp in your cleavage. Let him play. However, the minute he tries to take off your bra or get into your panties, stop him cold. His wife led around him by the nose and he didn’t fight her. Use that knowledge. Take charge. Show him you’re the boss. It could lead to a promotion and then who knows?” Heather stared into the darkness. “I…I don’t know,” she said softly. “I don’t dislike Mr. Johnson. He’s such a little man. I’m drawn to him, but I don’t know if I could take charge of him, be that assertive.” “You can do it. It’s there inside you. Think of how you already run the store, manage and schedule the girls and order inventory. You just need to let that out.” “The problem is not just Mr. Johnson. It’s boys in general. They all look at me with that same smug…well, you know…that sort of look. It’s obvious the only thing they want is to get inside my bra and between my legs. I want to date a man who respects me more than my boobs. Look at Carter. He’s the perfect gentleman and I can see why. You have a great body, tiny waist, and high full boobs. I should be so lucky. I’m so big my tits hang down to my navel.” Madison smiled. You really do not have a clue, Heather. Finally, we get down to it. The fact is Carter is the perfect gentleman because I expect nothing less. He loves your boobs. Haven’t you seen the looks he gives you when he thinks I’m not watching? You have no idea how many times I’ve marched him up to my bedroom and whipped his skinny little ass for looking down your neckline when he didn’t have my permission. That ass of yours in tight jeans drives him wild. ” When Heather lifted her eyes, her face was a mask of disbelief. “You mean…I cannot imagine...” She drew in a breath as she smoothed her dress over her thighs. “Does he really…you’re kidding me.” “If he were here, I’d show you the marks on his backside. If it weren’t for my discipline, he’d probably do something he’d really regret.” “I’m stunned. I had no idea. I’ve seen you boss him around- ” “That’s the tip of the iceberg. Did you notice how well he obeys me?” Heather nodded thoughtfully. “I guess it all makes sense.” “I’ve never told you this but Carter’s not the only one who’s noticed your big ass, gorgeous tits and fat nipples. Last week, my mom said if she didn’t know better, she’d say you were nursing. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to get you out of those armored bras.” “Madison…please…I couldn’t…” “Of course you can. Those magnificent boobs spilling over the top of your bras are nice, but any day of the week I’ll take the natural curves of a well-endowed bustline just as Mother Nature intended. Unsupported and unfettered, your big boobs with their captivating, curvaceous contours are what make us tick. Yes, there is an occasional need for breast support, but most times braless is best. I know you feel you look your best with your tits in a bra, but I’m telling you when you shed that bra you blossom into the woman you really are…take charge and no nonsense.” “Okay, so you’ve got me thinking. What about Mr. Johnson?” “We’ll get to him, but first you need some basic training.” “Like what…?” “You have the perfect opportunity for gain at work and shedding your virginity. We’ll begin tonight with me teaching you the basics of a good fuck. Then we’ll move on to Carter and Mr. Johnson. I have everything we need upstairs.” Heather’s eyes widened. “I’m frightened silly.” “Don’t be. Tonight I’m your mama guiding you through a wonderful maze. “You’re making me very nervous.” Madison laughed. “Trust me, darlin’. There is no hidden agenda. I know exactly what to do.” The rain started, spattered noisily on the porch roof and screens. Heather shivered when Madison slid her hip into hers. She didn’t resist when Madison cocked her head and kissed her again, full on the mouth for a long lingering moment. She moaned softly as Madison’s hand roamed the creamy rise of her breasts, fingering and teasing the tips of her nipples until Heather was compelled to respond in kind.
Madison lit scented candles beside of the bed. Rain tatted the open windowsills and thrummed on the roof. Heather stood beside the bed with her arms folded beneath her breasts, studying the bed. “Madison,” she whispered, “where did you get this stuff?” Madison identified each item. “Vibrator, strap-on dildo, rubber cock, lubricant. The vibrator came from Mom’s closet. Everything else I bought.” “Omigod, where…are these…do you mean-” Madison took Heather’s hands in hers. She looked deep into Heather’s glimmering eyes. “Training starts tonight. You play the girl and I play the boy.” “I-I don’t know….like you and me?” “Of course, ninny.” Madison set her hands on her hips. “Let’s get this straight. I’m going to get you where you want to be. In exchange, you’ll just have to do as I say.” Torn, but realizing she had no choice, Heather nodded her compliance. Madison took a silk scarf from her bureau and tied it tightly over Heather’s eyes. “The blindfold will enhance the experience.” She removed Heather’s dress, leaving her in her panties. Heather froze when Madison inserted her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and lowered them to the floor. She ran her hands lightly over Heather’s body, the delicious expanse of her breasts, the s-curve of her waist and hips, the valley of her thighs. She took Heather in her arms and kissed her while she thrust her pussy hard into Heather’s. Heather responded with a moan and began to thrust on her own. “What you really need, Heather, is a good spanking. You’ve been terribly insensitive not telling me how you felt. We’ve been best girlfriends since grade school. How could you not share your fears? I forgive you because I love you and tonight is not about punishment. It’s about us coming together and your accepting who you really are.” Heather began to weep. “I’m so s-sorry,” she murmured. “I love you, Madison. I’m ashamed I didn’t tell you earlier.” “That’s alright, baby. Tonight we make it right.” Heather became Play Dough in Madison’s hands. She positioned Heather on her hands and knees on the bed, and then knelt behind her to spread her buttocks and gently insert the slicked rubber butt-plug up her backside. Heather threw back her head as the fat cock slid into her. “Madison! I can’t take it-” “Oh, you’ll take it. You will take it all and thank me before I am I through. Wait until Carter butt-fucks you doggy style. He loves coming from behind. ” Heather gasped as the big cock went deeper, stretching and filling her with pain and the first hint of pleasure. “How…How do you know? Does he…?” Madison laughed. “What do you think?” She eased the cock deeper, until it could go no deeper. She began to tease the glistening ribs and furrows of Heather’s pussy, causing Heather to yelp, “Omigod, Madison, fuck me! Please!” “Be patient, my sweet…I’ve only just begun.”
Heather was flat on her back. She watched with aching pussy as her mentor strapped the big dildo over her thighs and pussy. She giggled nervously when Madison got into bed and straddled her. The bobbing cock springing from Madison’s thighs enticed and threatened her. “Are boys’ cocks really that big? I mean how in hell will you get that thing inside me?”Madison smiled down at her. “All in good time, Heather. However, first we master the tit fuck. ” Madison laid the cock between Heather’s splayed breasts. She suspended her breasts directly above Heather and let them sway tantalizingly with her movements. Her nipples were inches from Heather’s eager open mouth. She wanted desperately to take those lovely nipples between her lips. Madison’s breasts aroused her in a way she’d not known or perhaps denied before. “You have lovely breasts, Madison. Why didn’t I see that before?” “You were too preoccupied to notice. I am Carter now. Feel my cock.” “I-Is he really that big?” Heather gasped as she put her hands around the cock. “Mmm hmm. Squeeze your boobs around it. Trap it. That ‘s it.” Madison began to pump the cock in and out, slowly at first, then faster. Heather quickly caught on. She squeezed harder. “That’s it, girl. Bury my cock in your huge tits. I want you to make me come. Jack me off!” Dazed and emotionally spiraling higher by the second, Heather stared up at Madison with half-lidded eyes. The out-of-focus image of her mentor seared itself into her brain. She reveled in her newfound confidence, the warm crush of Madison’s thighs, the sway of her breasts as she worked the cock between her tits. She imagined Carter was on top of her, holding her down, pinning her to the bed. She could almost feel the throb of his cock, his cum spraying into her tits and face. She moaned like a put-off child when Madison finally withdrew her cock. She looked down at Heather with satisfaction. “You did good, girl. You’re a natural. You would have jerked off Carter in three seconds. Now I’m going to teach you another part of the equation – the art of sucking cock. Before long you’ll be an expert at tit-fucking and sucking off Carter and then Mr. Johnson.” Heather stared up at her girlfriend. “Are you kidding? I’d never do that!”
“Oh, yes you will. You will follow my orders.
I am guaranteeing you a new life and secure future at the store. You
hold the cards. All you have to do is play ‘em.” “Yep. And you will do it. You are capable and motivated to take charge of your future and finances. All in all, not a bad deal. I’d gladly trade places with you.” Heather realized her friend was spot on. She looked at the rain-streaked window and nodded. Madison slid herself forward until her cock touched Heather’s lips. Don’t give me that look, Heather Green. You know damn well what I expect you to do.” She pressed the swollen head of her cock to Heather’s lips. “Take it in your hands, then into your mouth.” Heather opened wide and struggled to get the cock into her mouth, her taut lips around it. “It’s Carter. Take him deep.” Heather’s eyes grew wide. The big cock filled her mouth and stretched her lips until they were nearly numb. “How does it feel?” “M-m-m-p-h…h-m-m-m-p-h…” “That’s perfect, sweetie. Carter’s cock has rendered you speechless. Take every bit of this big boy and begin to suck. Slowly at first, then build until your cheeks hurt and you can feel the cock beginning to swell and twitch. Tease him. Hold him off. Wrap your tongue around it. When you sense he is ready to blow, you suck harder. Suck the juices right out of him…extract every drop! Ignore his protests. You are calling the shots. Take him down at your pace. Remember, you mean business. “H-h-m-m-p-h…” “That’s wonderful, darling. I can practically feel you sucking me off. You are going to blow Mr. Johnson’s cock and his mind. He has no idea.”
Madison eased herself off Heather, kissing her as she went. “Now, we’re going end-for-end, 69 as the boys say. First with Carter and then Mr. Johnson.” “Madison, aren’t you going to fuck me tonight? Please, I’m so hot-” “I know you are, dear. It’s not that I don’t want to. However, you can only lose your virginity once. It’s better you lose it to Carter. Anyway, you and I are not through yet.” Madison straddled Heather’s waist, this time with her back to Heather. She lifted Heather’s legs into the air on either side of her, then, positioned her face inches from Heather’s sodden pussy. She gently lowered her own clamoring pussy to Heather. “Eat me, Heather. Make me cum.” Heather inhaled the heady scent of her lover and tentatively extended the tip of her tongue to the silken edges of her mentor’s pussy. As she did, Madison’s head dropped between her own thighs. The effect was startling, like being on a runaway train. Suddenly, she was immersed in erotic devil-may-care. Madison was lapping at her engorged pussy. The turn-on was instantaneous. Eager to play her part in this love duet, she began to tongue-fuck her best friend. Madison’s gasps of excitement egged her on until they both achieved a series of deep shattering climaxes. Heather was still squirming in rapture when Madison lay down beside her. “Quite an experience, huh? I’ll bet you won’t hesitate next time.” No response. Madison pulled up her blindfold. Heather managed a quick nod. Her eyes were shut tight, her fingers a blur in her pussy as she roared through another orgasm. She was oblivious to Madison. “Carry on sweetie, you’ve earned it,” Madison murmured as she settled herself into Heather’s ample curves. “Tomorrow night real Carter will be here. He’s going to fuck you front and back. I want you to savor that and the loss of your virginity. Tonight you learned how to take down a man. Tomorrow you are going to get laid at your pleasure…like you could never imagine. I will be there to make sure all goes as planned.” “Y-Yes, Ma’am,” Heather said through clenched teeth as she soared into another ecstasy.
To be continued in Part Two
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