Future of Porn

I look around the beach, my heart hammering like crazy. I don’t know if I can really go through with this!

It has been a hot though not particularly sunny day in Bali. Actually, it is late in the afternoon and the sun is going to set in the next hour or so. If I don’t do this now, I shall never get another chance, as I shall be flying back to Hong Kong tomorrow. As usual, I hesitated far too long.

The scorching heat coupled with the tangy sea breeze is making me drowsy. I take another furtive glance around but nobody seems to pay me attention.

“Do it, you coward!” A voice screams inside my head.

Timidly, I retract an elbow through the armhole then the other. With a deep breath, I wriggle the tank top awkwardly over my head, baring my milky-white breasts to the whole world for a first time!

What brought me here, you may wonder? To start off with, I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago after catching him in bed with Fanny - my workmate and best friend at the travel agency I work with. Then I thought I needed some time by myself and booked a flight and a five-night stay at a hotel here.

The first night I arrived, I promised myself that I was going to have a good time. So I wandered into a street bar. After drinking a couple bottles of Bintang on my own, a tall and very dishy Australian guy, in his early 30s, came and tried to chat me up. I just freaked out and flee to my hotel, as I was so scared of what I might be getting myself into. For one, I had never dated another man before. With my ex-boyfriend, it was love at first sight, or so I thought, and he had me literally. Shit, I was still thinking of him, even here, alone in my hotel room. Oh, sod it… sod him, Bastard!

The next morning, I donned my boring one-piece Arena swimsuit and headed for the beach. The tropical sun was burning fiercely. I squinted my eyes and was surprised to see quite a few girls were baring their top. I gave each of them a good looking over. They were of different ages, shapes and sizes but no Chinese. I thought to myself if they could do it then why couldn’t I, knowing that I have a younger and firmer body than those with drooping flaps, otherwise I am curvier compared with those rather plain girls, all of whom strutting out there in just their bikini bottoms.

So I decided that I was going to try topless bathing, if only for once before I flew home. What’s the big deal, you may wonder? Well, for me it is! Back home, I wouldn’t even dare to wear a bikini on the beach.

Then each morning, I put on the swimsuit, a tank top, a pair of towelling hot pants and headed for the beach on my flip-flops; sitting on the sand, waiting for the right moment when there were fewer people around, to slip off the shoulder straps, roll down my swimsuit to waist for a quick dip and then to run like hell back to the hotel, just to say that “I’ve done it!” Well, that moment never came.

I waited and waited. In the second afternoon, just to find something to do, I had my hair braided in tassels with colourful beads at a beach stall. The girl pulled the hair so taut my scalp hurt like hell, and which almost beat some sense into me to quit trying anything silly. However, when I looked at my new hair-do in the mirror that night, I was so chuffed with what I saw that I immediately went to the beauty saloon in the hotel and had my finger and toe nails varnished in the colours of Smarties to match with the beads.

Anyway, soon I learnt that there would never be a quiet moment on the beach. It was then I tried persuading myself, “What’s the point of doing it if no body sees you?” But every time just when I thought I had summoned enough courage to peel down my top, I was seized by a sudden apprehension, “What if I run into familiar faces?” Then it was another day wasted. However, each night when I arrived back at the sanctuary in my hotel room and stripped, I couldn’t help admiring my curvy 33B-22-34 figure that I am so very proud of.

This morning, I did something daring. In a last kamikaze attempt, I left my swimsuit behind and went topless underneath a loose tank top, ever so self-conscious of the jiggling of my breasts as I timidly hurried through the busy hotel lobby. And so, here I am. I’ve finally done it, well almost!

Now, sitting ill at ease with my knees drawn up to my chin, my arms bracing myself and trying desperately to hide my naked breasts, I look around me sheepishly. Immediately, I notice that a few guys are checking me out. I take a sneak peek down the chest and find to my embarrassment that my pastel pink nipples are protruding rather lewdly on my firm though modest-sized breasts. Then I notice a fluttering at the side of the ribcage and realise that my heart has all along been galloping at a maddening pace.

“Put your top back on and stop this silliness at once!” A solemn voice demands inside my head and I should have listened to it.

“Don’t give it up now, you are just one step away!” Yet, another quiet voice keeps pleading from deep in my heart.

So what is it going to be, returning home and be a coward and a loser, or finishing off what I’ve come here to do? I struggle with the alternatives; my head is going crazy.

Then I seem to a decision. With a shrug of the shoulders, I lower my arms to unveil my perky breasts. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see heads are turning. Oh God, people are staring at them! My body is suddenly shaking like a leaf and my heart is pounding wildly. After just brief moments, a small group of men begins to loiter round me, ogling unashamedly at my naked breasts, sending a weird tingling through my puckered nipples; my cheeks and my upper torso become flushed with embarrassment.

What now? Finally, I make up my mind.

Biting hard on my lower lip, I raise myself on my knees, slip my fingers under the waistband of my hot pants and give it a push. When I get up and kick it away, I find myself standing in a sea of wanton males, in a skimpy pair of pink cotton knickers. Suddenly, everybody around seem to have stood very still and with lustful eyes are blatantly caressing over every square inch of my 24-year-old body. There is a sudden flutter of butterflies in my tummy and my chin is quivering visibly.

“Don’t chicken out now and please, don’t make a fool of yourself!” I will myself forward.

Wobbly, my left leg takes a step towards the sea then my right. The hot sand is burning under my soles, hurrying me on. Then I find myself taking bald strides on the balls of my feet, unwittingly adding a couple more inches to the already long slim calves of my 5′5″ frame. Not bad for a Chinese girl, I keep reassuring myself.

There are still a good 60 yards to the sea. I march forward as calmly as I can manage under the circumstance for a dozen more paces, feeling the gentle swaying of my up thrust breasts, wearing a smile of false confidence, yet at the same time enjoying the warm sun and men’s hot stare on my pink flushed bosom. More heads are turning now.

Suddenly, people are pointing cameras at me and my resolve crumbles. I raise my palms halfway, thinking of shielding my breasts and making a dash for my tank top and I almost did. Instead, I break into a sprint for the sea, instantly feeling the bouncing weight of my naked breasts and the rippling of muscles over my butt; my heart is knocking crazily inside my chest, my face is burning with embarrassment; colourful beads on my tasselled hair are flying and beating painfully on my cheeks. I can hardly breathe and my head is spinning round and round.

As if by a miracle, I make it to the water! And when it reaches about mid-thigh, I can wait no longer and dive into the surf, swimming out hard for about 20 yards. The piercing cold water sends a shock through my system but I have never felt so exhilarated before in my life.

“I’ve done it, I’ve done it… Oh, I Love It!” I hear myself laughing and yelling.

I look back to the beach to see my admirers are lining up at the edge of the wet sand, straining their eyes to see more of me. Well, can’t disappoint them now, can I? I flip over to swim on my back, knowing that under the lowering sun my hardened nipples are going to glisten like pink beacons every time they break surface. I hope the crowd enjoy the show while it lasts. After a few more minutes of shameless display of vanity, I flip over again and swim out to the sea to enjoy my new found freedom, sensing the caresses of seams of warm and cold currents on my naked breasts, forgetting about everything else.

By the time I swim back, dusk has completely set in and the beach is mostly deserted. I retrieve my gears and head for the unattended shower stands. Under the dim light of a tall lamp, I rinse sand from my body and begin to dry myself with the small towel I took from my hotel room.

I notice a gang of locals are sauntering my direction. That should sound a warning bell but it does not. At a distance, the bar down the far end of the beach is jam-packed with holidaymakers. I can hear the laughter and the occasional clinking of the glasses. About a quarter of a mile or so further down, I can see the specks of lights from my hotel. What can this gang do to me? I am still in a state of euphoria, from flashing my breasts just a while back. Now, I have a strange urge to do it again, slowly this time, to tease and prove to myself that all men find me sexy and desirable.

They stop at some twenty paces from where I’m drying myself and begin murmuring to one another. There must be over a dozen of them, all male, from their teens to probably 40s. My body is already tingling all over with anticipation. I take a deep breath to calm the nerves and begin my wicked show - drying my breasts slowly and very tenderly with the towel, my nipples erect rather obscenely before my audience. Raising a breast, I pat lightly under it, letting it bounce back then repeat with the other one to show these men just how supple my twin mounds are.

They are moving closer again, stopping just 10 paces from where I am and are sniggering with each other in a dialect that I do not understand. My breath is getting heavier, almost panting now. I slide the towel down to dry my flat tummy, suddenly realising that my panties has become completely transparent when wet, leaving the small pubic patch inside, that I painstakingly waxed just before I left home, clearly visible. Oh god, I am showing more than I am prepared to! What I also realise is that my pussy is now throbbing in spasm and is soaking wet from the excitement of standing virtually naked in front of these men.

Well, I don’t know what has gotten into me. Perhaps, something just snaps inside my head; my modesty has completely deserted me. Acting nonchalant, I sling the towel over a shoulder; hook my thumbs under the sides of my soaking wet knickers, quickly slipping it all the way down, then stepping out of it and leaving it on the tiled floor. My heart is now pumping so fast I have a feeling that I’m going to be sick. For here I am stark naked flaunting my body in front of a crowd of total strangers.

There is no turning back now. Anyway, after tomorrow, I shall never see any of them again and nobody will ever find out. A strange calmness descends over me. With a mischievous grin, I look them one by one in the eyes; enjoying the effect my body is having on these hot-blooded Indonesian natives. Without even thinking, I spread my feet to about shoulder-width, raise my arms, thrusting my breasts out proudly and begin to blot-dry my tasselled hair, giving my audiences ample opportunity to take in every curves, every little details of my lithe yet muscle-toned body. I just hope that they do not notice I am in fact shivering all over.

A handful of them come even closer and are now almost within arms’ reach. Exhibitionism is so addictive I just can’t stop myself. With a smirk, I raise a slim foot and rest it on top of a concrete block at knee high to my right, spreading my thighs wide open. And meticulously I begin to dry my pubic fluffs, pulling at the short curly hair and pretending to sort out entanglements that are not there. My legs are in fact turning to jelly with this shameless display. Still, this cannot satisfy me!

This is my last night in Bali. When I fly home tomorrow, life is going to be boring again. I crave for doing something outrageous. With my colourful fingernails, I spread my pussy lips apart. There is a big commotion when the rest of the gang closing in and forms a semi-circle right in front of me, some of them squatting, all trying to get a better look at my sprouting red love-lips. They are so close I can feel their hot breaths on my pussy!

I sense a heat surging to my pussy and as I splay my inner flaps apart, droplets of my arousal gush out and roll down the inside of my thighs. Even under the dim light, I can see my nectar glistening down mid-thigh. I grab the towel and swipe my love juice from the tender flesh of my inner thighs then try to dry my love-lips, which is futile. My pussy is leaking profusely, as if it is trying to drown out a fire that has been burning deep inside me.

I am getting so excited that I have become careless. The towel accidentally scrapes over my engorged clit and it makes me jump.

“Ouch!” I gasp, my legs suddenly give and I stumble.

The guy on my left catches me in time. I shudder as a hot palm cups under my left breast; my heart misses a beat. When I look to my left, I see a moustached guy pulling a lopsided grin at me. He looks around 40, not tall for a man, at about my own height, bare-chested, with a small beer belly, not particularly good-looking but with a chubby and boyish face.

I try to free myself but he begins to tug and roll my left nipple with his thumb and forefinger. And I suddenly hear funny gurgling noises in my tummy.

“Oh! Mmmmmm…” I let out a long whimper.

My knees buckle as I find myself leaning back against him, my neck resting on his shoulder. I shut my eyes, not believing what is going on.

As if on cue, so many pairs of hands are suddenly roaming all over my body. A wet tongue lashes roughly across my right nipple before a pair of moist lips closes around it and begins to nibble at the now throbbing hard nipple. I feel suction and a quarter of my perky breast disappears into a wet hot cavern.

“Ayeaah,” I gasp, “Ohh!”

I sense a hot breath over my left cheek and I flick my eyes open. The guy with the moustache is trying to kiss me on my lips. Summoning all my strength, I push him away. And as he steps aside, I find myself falling back. However, powerful hands grab me. Strong grips come under my depilated armpits, either sides of my slim waist, inside of my thighs, behind my knees… Effortlessly, they lift me off the ground; spreading my legs wide open before landing me onto the damp towel and holding me on the tiled floor. With their spare hands, they continue to fondle my body; a few begin groping roughly at my breasts. I am suddenly truly scared!

I crane my neck and find to my horror that the moustached guy has removed his pants and is kneeling between my splayed thighs, nursing a hard-on.

“No! What do you think you’re doing?”

I shout at him and try to wriggle myself free but a hand is quickly clamped over my mouth and grips tighten on me. Loud and incomprehensible voices are suddenly buzzing all around me. Then I feel the tip of his hard cock gliding along my wet slit, wedging itself at the private entrance of my love tunnel. I screw my eyes and almost die with shame. Desperately, I shake my head to tell him no but it is too late. There is a sharp thrust, aided by my free flowing nectar the moustached guy shoves his cock to the hilt in me, hitting me hard at the back of my vagina.

“Aarrrh…” in shock I scream a muffled scream.

Without any finesse, he begins to rock on top of me, thrusting the base of my spine painfully against the ground. His hard cock pumps so furiously in and out of me it feels like a hot iron, burning the tender flesh from my pussy, hurting me.

Then comes a weird sensation on my breasts. I open my eyes a crack to find a couple of guys are kneeling either side of me twirling and flicking their tongues over my painfully engorged nipples. A handful of them are caressing or kissing my tummy, where I’m most ticklish. Apart from the four that are still holding my limbs down, the rest of them are fondling liberally all over my body with one hand and jerking their cocks with the other.

I want to shout for help but the moustached guy suddenly quickens his pounding, hammering relentlessly against my pubis, poking harder and deeper inside me. Despite my predicament, I find myself getting aroused and my climax is suddenly building. The throbbing pain on my nipples spreads a strange tingly sensation all over my body. When I sense a gradual swelling of the cock knob inside me, I’m simply beyond myself. Desperately, I hold onto my breath, unable to believe what is really happening to me. Then all of a sudden, my body turns rigid as I’m hit by a colossal orgasm.

“Waaa! mmm… Ohh… Ohh… Shit, oh, shit!” I squeal as my pussy convulses around the hard throbbing cock, sending him over at the same time. With a grunt he is suddenly cumming, his warmth gushes deep into me.

“Oh shit, this isn’t real… Oh shit, this can’t be real!” I screw my eyes, shaking my head, thinking aloud.

By the time his shuddering dies down, I’m still shivering with wanton desire. I sense his cock slipping out of me, but a hard one is quickly pushed into my pussy. I just groan in ecstasy.

“Ohhaaahh!”

I’m too ashamed to open my eyes to see who he is but begin to rock my pelvis, to meet his powerful strokes, not wanting to climb down from my climax. Something hot nudges at my lips and when I open my mouth a crack, a hot cock dripping wet with pre-cum is shoved to the back of my throat and it gags me. The thrusting then intensifies at the both ends of me.

The guy in my mouth rocks so wildly that his cock slips out of my lips a couple of times but I grab it with both hands and promptly put it back into my mouth. That is when I find out that they have already released their grips on me and their hands are roaming all over my naked flesh. Their every little touches seems to send an electric current through my quivering body, leaving me tense and with an insatiable desire. Amid my confusion, someone lifts my left foot as a wet cock begins to rub and tickle at the soft sole of my slim foot. Oh God, what is he doing? I’m feeling delirious!

To cling onto a bit of reality, I squeeze my lips around the cock in my mouth. I suck so hard, drawing his pre-cum, that I hear the guy hiss in pain and ecstasy. Well, I know that he is almost there and I bob my head rapidly up and down his cock, twirling my tongue round the circumcised cock-head, sucking even harder, until I send him over.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Timed with the loud grunts, thick whacks of cum are shot into my mouth. There is so much of the tangy stuff that I can’t hold it all in my mouth and some begin to trickle down my throat. I shudder at the thought because even when I gave head to my ex - that bastard, I had always spitted everything out. As I am still pondering on this, there comes a deep thrust in my pussy.

“Aahhh…”

I gasp for air and a whole load of cum gushes down my throat, choking me. I quiver as the slimy stuff slowly reaches my stomach. Then all of a sudden, the cock at the other end throbs and squirts in my pussy.

“HHO!”

I yell at the top of my voice as another wave of orgasm hits me. The whole world seems to be spinning round and round me as bolt of lightning flashes through the back of my head.

I wonder if they had practised this before; I just know that the two spent cocks are quickly replaced with two hard throbbing ones. Somewhere along, an erect and slippery cock is placed in my right hand and I just yank at it, as if my life depends on it. By now, I don’t care who they are or how many as long as they keep going at me, keeping me at the peak of my climax!

Lilith let out a whimper and shied away as torches were lit around the platform to illuminate it better in the setting sun. “Yes, mistress.”

Bringing the crop down again, Georgia was rewarded with something between a moan and a yelp from the girls flushed lips.

It wasn’t supposed to feel good. It was supposed to hurt and be the most humiliating thing she had put herself through, but it wasn’t like that. It did feel good, and she had to admit that after the last smack, her body ached for more. The cool steel of the handcuffs against her skin gave her a measure of freedom, though it might be odd to thinking of one chained up having freedom, but it elated her to think she was under the complete dominance of this erotic woman. When the crop came down again and she felt Georgia’s hand massage one of her butt cheeks to ease the ache, she moaned and leaned back into the touch. She shouldn’t be doing this, she really shouldn’t be doing this but it felt so good.

Georgia smiled and thought of a million delicious things when she noticed Lilith’s reaction. The crowd was going nuts too, with the men drooling like hounds and the women staring on in amused enjoyment. Pressing the crop against Lilith’s neck, she ordered the girl to bend over at a perfect 90 degree angle; this was to give those behind and in front a better view of the good things. “Moan for me like I know you can.” She ordered, whipping her reddening backside again.

Lilith did as she was told and was silently amazed that following these instructions heightened the already exquisite pleasure. As the whip came down more and more, Lilith moaned louder and louder. The feeling inside grew so intense it felt she might explode at any moment with pure pleasure.

Soon, Georgia’s third puppy hopped on stage and strapped a snug leather collar and leash around Lilith’s neck and handed the short leash to Georgia who proceeded to make it shorter by wrapping it around her hand. She had traded off her riding crop for a cat o’ nine tails and rubbed it against Lilith’s ass while pulling up on the leash. “Head up my sweetest. I want all these nice people to see your lovely face.” She smiled as she slapped the whip against her thighs and was rewarded just as sweetly as she was with the crop.

Whipping again, she whipped her way up Lilith’s thighs to her red butt. “How does that feel, pet?”

Lilith swallowed hard and tried to find her voice. “It feels good, Mistress.”

“Do you want more?”

“If it pleases the Mistress.” Was all she could find the words to say and it seemed like the right thing because Georgia continued whipping and soon the tightening in Lilith’s gut seemed to increase. It felt so good; she wanted to sink into the pleasure of the collar, the handcuffs, the whip, even the staring eyes of the men in the crowd. That’s when she noticed Michael from school. He must have made his way to the front of the crowd. He was clapping and yelling cat calls!

The shame! Now Lilith fully realized what had happened to her. Right in front of Adam’s best friend, one who comes to her house all the time, studies with her at the library, and sometimes sits with her family at church—was watching her do all this. He was watching her act this way and he will always remember this image of her in this little leather outfit begging to be whipped and enjoying it so much! It will be the image he holds of her for the rest of his life and there was nothing she could do about it. But then the question: What was “he” doing here?

Georgia saw Lilith staring at Michael with such familiarity and ordered him onto the stage. He was grinning from ear to ear while rubbing himself through his jeans.

“Don’t you tell Adam!” Lilith said as the crowd went silent.

Georgia stopped the whip and walked to the front of Lilith. Looking her directly in the eye she pulled tightly on Lilith’s hair and commanded: “You will never speak unless spoken to or instructed to speak. Do you understand that!

“Yes Mistress!”

Mistress Georgia continued: “How dare you insult poor Michael here. He was simply invited here today for the first time and was told about a special guest for him to see and here you go and speak to him like that! You are the lowest slave here and you will remain the lowest slave until I say otherwise. Even Michael will rank over you. Do you understand this?

“Yes Mistress.”

“Michael, stop playing with that and pull it out for all to see!”

Opening his jeans, he allowed his erection to pop out right in front of Lilith.

Stealing a glance down Lilith’s body, Georgia noticed wetness on the inside of Lilith’s thighs. Reaching down, she pushed aside the leather strap and felt between her lips and sure enough, the girl was drenched in cum.

“Michael get closer,” she commanded. He walked closer and Mistress Georgia stroked his erection until light drops began to ooze slowly out. Then she placed it into Lilith’s mouth.

“Show us all what you can do sweets!”

The crowd cheered on with many whistles and shouts.

“Go to work slave!”

The crowd cheered even louder than before as Lilith did exactly as she was told and with much enthusiasm. It was something she had always thought about but of course never did. She had never had a boyfriend since this was certainly not allowed until she was ready to be married.

Michael began to pant as his chest heaved and his erection continued to grow. An eruption occurred and thick fluid started to run down Lilith’s chin as he stepped back.

Georgia exclaimed to all. “She’s a natural!”

“Very good! You will do that to Michael whenever he shows it to you. No matter if it is after school, outside the library or even when he comes over to your house to see your brother. Anytime he takes it out, so long as no one else can see you, unless you are here. Do you understand this?”

“Yes Mistress!” Lilith smiled slightly, licking her lips and looking at Michael as he stepped back and off the stage.

“Michael you only have rights as I have just described. You too are a slave and will only command Lilith in this manner unless I say otherwise. Do “you” understand this?

“Yes Mistress,” replied Michael.

“Well, I definitely think someone is enjoying this tonight.” She replaced the leather strap and whipped Lilith again.

She couldn’t help but cry out louder, the whip only heightened her orgasm as the individual straps tickled her clit and made her moan for more. Her release was so intense she wiggled against the chains, bent lower and actually begged for the whip again. “Please, Mistress, do it again!”

~*~*~

When Georgia finally released her and the crowd had dispersed, Lilith walked back to the pub, led by Georgia’s puppies, with her head bowed. Her actions had surprised her and she doubted if she could ever face anyone in church or school again. Though what would happen if word got back to her brother or her parents was what really worried her. They would shun her, think her a disgrace, and probably even force her into some sort of private catholic school. They could even go so far as to kick her out, she would have no place to go.

Quickly changing clothes, she meekly stepped out of the back room and searched for Georgia or her puppies. Sure enough, Georgia was at the bar talking with a few waitress’ and one of her puppies was standing by the door, one finger hooked over his collar waiting patiently. It wasn’t the one who blew her the kiss; he was the one with the ponytail. Looking around for him briefly, she spied him by Georgia.

Closing the door, she paced the length of the room. She really didn’t feel like talking to anyone, she wanted to just get out and lock herself in the sanctuary of her room.

Turning, she was rather amazed to see Georgia standing in the doorway with her blonde puppy beside her. The doors didn’t have locks? “How do you feel, Lilith?”

Shrugging, she busied herself with straightening the bedclothes. “Fine I guess. Can I go home now or do you have something else in mind?” She shouldn’t have said that, she shouldn’t have given Georgia the opportunity to embarrass her again.

“Actually pet, there is,” said Georgia. “Let’s sit down over there for a bit.”

Georgia pointed to a corner booth in the dimly lit bar. Allowing for Lilith to sit first she waved her arm signaling for Lilith to do so. Lilith slid into the booth and Georgia slid in right beside her, so close that their legs were pressed against each other. The blonde puppy had followed Georgia to the booth and sat across from her.

“Now, I want to let you know that every person here is a member of this club. No one is admitted without prior approval unless vouched for by a ranking member. You cannot come here unless I am with you. Also, since most of the members here have regular jobs, careers, families, other friends and live what mainstream society would call a ‘normal life,’ we are all sworn to secrecy regarding what happens at this club. Of course, I can always tell your parents or anyone else, what you did on the library computer…if I wish.”

Lilith sighed in relief. But that didn’t change the fact that all those people that she knew saw her, that side of her that she never knew was there; the same people that she would see again all over town. Would they smirk at her at the store? Or at church as she stood next to her father helping him shake their hands after a Sunday sermon; all of them remembering how she looked up on the platform barely dressed and moaning like a wanton little slut? How dreadful it all will be!

“Oh what a day,” sighed Georgia. “Puppy, get under the table.”

Without any hesitation he slid under the table and Mistress Georgia spread her legs for him. She too was naked under her little six-inch skirt and the puppy began to lick her smooth and well moistened lips. Lilith looked down and watched it all so intently.

Georgia’s arm now around Lilith, pulling her close, “would you like to be down there doing what puppy is doing?”

Lilith looked into her eyes with her mouth slightly agape. Searching her feelings, Georgia kissed her again as in the library. She placed her hand on Lilith’s breast and began to squeeze and rub; Lilith looking down again as puppy licked and sucked so intently, pushing as deep as he could, his tongue exploring her innermost secrets.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Georgia pinched then twisted Lilith’s nipple and said, “Yes what?”

Lilith rewarded Georgia with a slight yelp as her lips pouted forward. Looking down again she watched Georgia begin to move her hips slightly while she grabbed puppy’s head and buried him into her.

“Yes Mistress!”

Noting the level of enthusiasm Georgia turned to Lilith and smiled.

“From now on you may address me as Mistress Georgia.”

“Yes Mistress Georgia!”

Again noting the enthusiasm Georgia continued: “Now, from now on you will come directly to the library after school. And regardless of what you are wearing that day you will first go into the ladies bathroom and remove your panties and your bra. Place them into your purse, and then report to my desk and ask how you may serve me. Is that understood?”

“Yes Mistress Georgia!”

“Sometimes I will just tell you to sit at the table in front of me and study for school or I may have you file books back to their proper shelf or whatever library task I may need at the time. You will perform all of your duties to the best of your ability and I will evaluate you two ways: once in writing to your school so you can get credits for an internship, the other will be after hours, perhaps as you were today in front of the computer or here at this club. Is that understood my pet?”

“Yes Mistress Georgia!”

Georgia push puppy away and he crawled around to the side of her and sat on the floor. She reached two fingers between her legs and after removing them, she rubbed them on Lilith’s mouth and nose. Lilith enjoyed both the fragrance and the sweet tangy flavor.

“That is the reward you will get today,” said Georgia. “Go home now and remember how I taste and smell. When you get to your room you may touch yourself, but only on the outside. Nothing goes inside you unless I say so. Got it?”

“Yes Mistress Georgia!”

And never, I mean never, allow yourself to climax unless I give you permission, as I have just given you permission this evening. Is all of this agreed and understood?”

“Yes Mistress Georgia. I understand and I agree.”

Lilith looked into her Mistress’ eyes and realized what wondrous aspects of her own persona this woman would help her release. It was as she explained to Adam: “Our lives are based on perception. We react to situations based on our view of it and how others react may be different because they may not have the same view of it that you or I do. Our actions are formed by ours and others views on things. It is all a matter of your own outlook, that no one is really right or wrong. People may just disagree with your viewpoint.”

Georgia slid out of the booth and stood before Lilith. She reached into her bag and removed Lilith’s white lace panties and began to wipe herself with them. When all the moister was gone from between her thighs she tossed them down to puppy. He caught them with his mouth and sat patiently on the floor, Lilith’s panties dangling from his teeth.

“Very good puppy!” Georgia exclaimed.

She patted his head and instructed Lilith to come out of the booth. Upon standing Georgia pulled Lilith’s denim skirt up to her waist and gave further instructions: “It’s time for you to go now. Just walk out of here with your skirt up and show off all those pretty red marks all over your curvy little white ass. When you get to the door you may pull it down and go home and do exactly as I said earlier.”

“Yes Mistress Georgia!”

Georgia gave her a slap on the bottom and Lilith walked toward the door proudly displaying herself for all the club members to see. Many pinched and grabbed at her backside as she made her way out; clapping their hands, shouting remarks, both men and woman alike. Many smacked her legs and bottom or felt her body as she walked by.

When she got to the door she turned and looked at her Mistress as she lowered her skirt. Mistress Georgia blew her a kiss and smiled. The handsome blond puppy winked at her slyly and wiggled her panties in his mouth. Lilith’s face lit up as she grinned and waved goodbye.

After closing the door behind her she ran until she tired then walked thinking of the tingle between her legs as the breeze blew up her skirt and cooled her down. Excited to get home and perform the task assigned, she ran again until she got to Eden Way and the McLain family home.

in her hands and cradling them as I slip my hand between her legs and rest it there.

He stands above us, his cock dripping with her juices. He”s not yet satisfied and gestures for the girl to come to him. She does, nestling her ass against his erection, and rubbing his cock seductively with her cheeks. He then bends her forward and taking a finger moistened with juices from her fanny, he works it gently inside her ass hole. While her fanny is open and throbbing, her ass is tight and won”t let him in at first, but he works at it and gradually is able to put two then three fingers inside, probing deeper each time, preparing her anus for his cock which is straining for some action. She begins to moan again and even I find myself begin to move my hips backwards and forwards at the! scene unfolding in front of me.

When he thinks she”s ready he takes his tip and caresses her ass hole, and she slowly opens up for him, his cock easing itself into the tight, dry little passage which encases him and grips him tightly. He begins to thrust in ecstasy as she leans against a rock, her tawny buttocks offering themselves up to him. Both of them look so sexy, him standing there, his leg muscles taut with the exertion, his cock delighting in the access she”s giving him. She bent over, her tits jerking backwards and forwards as he thrusts again and again. Now he begins to come, his breath rasping in hot gasps now. I go to him and offer him my breasts, holding them up so th! e nipples are practically touching and his parched tongue flicks between them. He then takes one deep into his mouth, sucking for all he”s worth as his spunk surges from his balls into his throbbing penis. Only then does he withdraw from her, letting his spunk gush over her buttock cheeks and then turning to me and offering me the remainder onto to my breasts as he continues to shake with pleasure.

Satisfied and tired we fall into the sand. He whispers to me that when I”m ready he”ll give me a shower under the warm waters cascading from the cliff. I close my eyes and prepare myself to be aroused once more.

To be continued…..