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by Sasha Bond

  “I didn’t want to feel this way, Emma. But things are about to get complicated.”

  “Look, I don’t mean to offend you…but I’m not looking for anything like that. I don’t do relationships, not anymore. The last guy ripped my heart out…”

  “Danny?” he asked, causing me to shiver.

  “How do you know that? Do you know him?”

  “Yesterday, when we were closer than two people can ever be…when our bodies has no division…what did I say to you?”

  As I thought back I could almost feel his cock inside me. I saw his eyes.

  “You said that life happens in between the moments” I said, noticing it was about to rain.

  “I’m impressed you remembered. Well” he said, pointing over my shoulder and out into the street, “is that Danny?”

  I followed his finger and my eyes fell upon a crowd of people. Opening a door to the café opposite was my ex-boyfriend, Danny Morgan. A warm bile raised into my neck.

  “What? Why? How? Is that why you bought me here? To mock me?”

  He looked visibly offended by that and reached out to grab my hand.

  “No, Emma. I’m not mocking you. I’m giving you your power back.” He paused, looking at his watch. “In three or four minutes you’ll see why life happens in between the moments. Something happened yesterday. Something that gave you your power back. In a few minutes you’ll realise it for yourself. And when that realisation comes you’ll understand that all you need to do to reclaim your power, with anything in life, is to know it’s already yours.”

  The whole café fell silent as I sipped my coffee. Something within me still trusted him and I was more than a little intrigued as to what the hell he was talking about.

  ***

  Carl checked his watch and looked through the window.

  “Here comes your power…” he said, pointing. I turned, squinting.

  “Where?” I asked.

  “Right there” he replied, pointing at the same coffee shop that Danny was sat in. I could see him by the window. He was wearing the jeans that I bought him for his birthday. Bastard, I thought to myself as my mind recollected the text he sent to me to tell me it was ‘over’. It was three weeks before I found out he’d been screwing someone from his office.

  “I can’t see anything?”

  “The girl ordering coffee, over there. She is Danny’s new girlfriend. She is the one that he was fucking. She is the one he left you for.”

  My heart sank. “Why the fuck do I want to know that?”

  “Because you know her. You know her very well…”

  I tried to focus my eyes on the girl ordering at the café opposite. She was a redhead. Tall, slim looking. I quite liked her pointy heels. Bitch, I thought.

  “You get to know someone when you’re intimate with them. You can talk and chat for a hundred years but not one second of that compares to locking eyes in a moment of passion.”

  As the girl grabbed her coffee and headed towards Danny, I caught sight of her face for the first time. A shiver ran up my spine. “Oh my God, is that…It’s…” was all I could offer.

  “It sure is” said Carl, smirking.

  Sat in the café opposite, now holding hands with my ex-boyfriend, was yesterday’s master. The redheaded girl who fucked me with a massive dildo. The girl who Tom pounded from behind and whose clit I rubbed until she came into my hand. The girl who swallowed Carl’s load. She was the girl that Danny had left me for.

  Carl slid a pot a salt into the middle of our table.

  “If life were a game of chess, Emma…I’d say this is checkmate.” He slammed the salt down, chuckling. “You have ALL the power now. Shall we go over?”

  My heart danced in my chest. As I watched them kissing my mind threw me back to the heartache of every failed relationship I had ever endured. It sent me back to the moment I found out he had been fucking someone else and that our plans to make a life together were nothing but lies.

  “Yes” I said, looking Carl deep in the eye. “Let’s go and say hello...”

  ***

  Carl and I walked hand in hand, skipping across the street.

  “What’s her name?” I asked, staring at my ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend seated near the window of the small café. His new girlfriend, who came in my hand the previous day.

  “It’s Gemma. Gemma Mackenzie. She’s a twenty-eight year old school teacher.”

  That shocked me. That wasn’t the behaviour of a school teacher the previous day. But then again, I reasoned, my behaviour recently was hardly representative of your average thirty-three year old accounts clerk.

  “We’re all just people, Emma” confirmed Carl, as if he literally heard my thoughts. “After you” he said, grinning, opening the swinging door to the café.

  ***

  “Hello, stranger” I said with confidence and a smirk, spinning a loose chair one hundred and eighty degrees and sitting on it, backwards. My ex-boyfriend, Danny Morgan, slowly turned his head. Upon meeting my gaze, his face paled.

  “Introduce me then, Danny boy” I said, chewing gum and revelling in the power.

  Gemma Mackenzie’s head froze still, visibly too afraid to turn her attention towards a voice she found familiar.

  “E..E…Emma” he mumbled, pathetically. “How…How are you?”

  I took a glance at the three-deep queue, noting Carl’s perfect ass was next in line.

  “I’m fan-dippy-dozey, Danny boy. Funny what being dumped and having your heart smashed to pieces can do for a girl…”

  Gemma, the girl’s whose naked body I lavished less than twenty four hours previous, still sat froze in silence.

  “Introduce me then!” I repeated, laughing.

  “This is Gemma, my…” Danny let the sentence tail away.

  “Your what? Your girlfriend, Danny boy? You can say it, you know. Well…hello Gemma!” I extended my hand across the table. Nervously, she slowly turned her head. As her eyes met mine, I could see her neck shiver. She lightly gripped my hand, shaking it.

  “She’s a pretty girl, Danny boy. You’re punching above your weight with this one…” I loosed her hand and playfully ruffled his hair. “Tell me, Gemma…” I began, lowering my voice and leaning in towards the table, “Does he still like it when you tug on his balls? Kinky little man!”

  I let out a huge belly laugh as they both struggled to grasp any words.

  “Emma! What the fuck? That’s so fuckin’ inappropriate. Show some respe…”

  “It’s fine” Gemma interrupted, silencing Danny. “Hadn’t we better leave now, anyway? We have…erm…we have that thing to go to.”

  Danny looked confused for a second.

  “She’s trying to ask you to leave, Danny boy. God, you’re still not very bright, are you?”

  Again, I laughed loudly, causing several customers to look over.

  “I don’t know what’s got into you Emma…”

  “What’s got into me?” I said, locking eyes with Gemma. “Well, let’s see. What’s. Got. Into. Me? Erm…something purple. Something big. Pointy. Like a big vibrating dildo. That’s what’s got into me, ay Gemma?”

  She shook her head, her eyes pleading with me to remain silent.

  “Kiss me, Gemma…” I said, glaring at her.

  “Emma, seriously…what the fuck…?” Danny half-shouted. I ignored him, still locking eyes with her.

  Gemma leaned forward, placing her soft yet firm lips onto mine. I darted my tongue between her lips, turning my eyes towards Danny. The look on his face was all I had ever wanted. I had won. He was weak. Immobile. I controlled the moment.

  I grabbed Gemma’s cheek and turned her face towards Danny.

  “You’re welcome to him Gemma, he has a small dick anyway…”

  I stood, leaving them both utterly speechless. My pussy twitched with adrenaline as Carl approached carrying two drinks. He really is such a perfect and fit guy. I kissed him passionately, two metres from Gemma and Danny’s table. Taki
ng a coffee from him, I turned back one more time.

  “I’ve upgraded you, Danny boy!” I said, laughing. As Carl and I left the café, Danny gazed at us through the window in utter bemusement.

  “I wonder how she’s going to explain that?” Carl asked as we approached the exit to the high street.

  “Fuck knows” I said, chuckling. “Not my problem. All I know is…” I stopped, grabbed his tight ass and stared deeply into his perfect masculine eyes, “…I have my power back!”

  And that is when I grew ten feet tall. More has happened since, with Gemma, Danny, Carl and the boys

  …and I can tell you all about it…

  …if you want me to?

  DOMINATED

  Now, before I start my story of how I ended up on my knees in the bathroom of a Broadway theatre, I need to explain something about myself...

  I... am... a... squirter.

  I mean, I cum so hard and release so much fluid that I immediately need to drink to rehydrate myself.

  It's always been like this.

  Since I first started getting myself off. I thought something was wrong with me at first, but eventually I accepted I just come differently than most women. I also never wear panties (well, other than when it is that time of month). I don't do this because I'm a slut, but for two very different reasons:

  1. I like the liberating feeling of it...I like the idea that my co-workers (I work as an administrative assistant), my friends or my family have no idea that under my cute, usually conservative, appearance, my pussy is shaved and I'm completely commando.

  2. I hated the few times I frigged myself while super horny or was being fingered by a guy and I came hard in my panties...it felt like I pissed myself (which I did once in college) and I hated that feeling. I'd rather just gush my orgasm out and then clean myself up. Plus, when I do let a guy go down below, I love the look of surprise on their face when they realize I've gone commando...men really are easy to impress!

  Liking the girl next door look I still have, even at 30, I also only wear thigh high stockings or garters and stockings... originally for the same reason I don't wear panties (my cum flooding my pantyhose is not a very nice feeling either). But I learned that many men love the sexiness of stockings and it made me feel sexy to wear sexy stockings.

  Plus, the rare time I met a guy and just needed to be fucked then and there it was very convenient.

  Anyway, enough about me. This story is really about how I was seduced and taken by a much younger woman while attending a professional showing of Book of Mormon.

  On my thirtieth birthday, knowing that I loved musicals, my boyfriend, Jason, took me out for dinner at a five star restaurant and then to the musical, a play I loved. (I know he was trying to get back in my good books, having broken up with me for a third time a few months ago and having just grovelled back into my life a couple of weeks earlier). That said, I loved him. I hated him many times too and that love-hate relationship had kept me from moving on like I should have many times.

  On the contrary, for being such a sweetheart tonight, he was going to get very lucky once we got back to my place.

  For the special occasion, I wore a black and white dress, with stockings and a garter (something I only wore for very special occasions), and a black lace bra that enhanced my already very nice 36C breasts. I even wore three inch opened toe heels (my boyfriend loves red painted toenails in nylons...a strange fetish, but a rather easy one to indulge) something I rarely did...hating how much heels killed my feet and ankles.

  Of course, I was also sans panties...as usual.

  A couple glasses of wine at the restaurant, another before the theatre doors opened and I was quite tipsy as well as we made our way to our seats in the second balcony.

  The balcony only had eight seats and we were the first to sit down. I whispered, as I placed my hand firmly on his dick, "I'm going to let you do something very special to me tonight."

  He groaned, "Tonight is all about you."

  "And I want to do something special with you," I said back, dripping with sultriness.

  "If you insist," he shrugged, knowing that wine usually meant the wild and kinky me.

  "I'd love to suck your cock right here," I purred. "Would you like that?"

  "God, yes," he groaned, as I rubbed his cock through his dress pants.

  "Or maybe straddle you right here and ride your cock," I continued, enjoying teasing him, "I'm wearing a garter for you tonight."

  "Shit," he groaned, just as a mother and daughter sat beside us.

  They were both dressed elegantly and when I looked up to see the teenager I couldn't believe how much she looked like Simone.

  Simone... my one and only lesbian encounter... someone I hadn't thought about in a long, long time.

  I was a junior in college and was attending a frat party with a couple of my friends when I was introduced to several members of the girls' cheerleading dance team.

  One girl was named Simone and we started chatting, both of our hometowns just a few miles from each other. We chatted about the new outlet mall being built, the places we shopped, and so forth while drinking some rather potent punch. As soon as I finished one drink, she would give me another.

  I had a pretty good buzz going and the room was very hot and I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and fanned myself. I didn't even remotely mean it to be a hint of interest in her, but she took it that way... although I didn't know that at the time. I even added, accidently implying my interest, "It's so hot in here. I need some fresh air."

  Simone took my hand and led me outside to the side deck.

  I felt an odd chill go up my back at her touch and once outside I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her hard nipples through her light beige blouse. I didn't realize I was doing it, but I was staring at them.

  Before I even knew it, she took my hand she was holding and moved it to her breast.

  I couldn't believe this was happening.

  Simone was a senior.

  Simone was easily one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

  Simone's breast was so firm.

  Completely drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, I moved my other hand and cupped her other breast.

  "Have you ever been with a girl?" she asked.

  It must have been obvious. I was cupping her breasts like a teenage boy touching them for a first time. "No," I admitted, as I continued to stare at her breasts barely covered by her thin blouse.

  She leaned in and kissed me. I saw fireworks in my head as it was the softest, most tender kiss I had ever experienced. Her tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth and I did the same. I was completely intoxicated with her and my pussy was leaking.

  I forgot I was at a frat party, I forgot that anyone could see me kissing another girl, I just allowed myself to be taken in completely by the moment.

  As our tongues twirled inside each other's mouths, I felt her hand go under my skirt and directly to my very damp pussy.

  "No panties," she purred, as her finger slid inside my heated pussy.

  "Ooooooooh," I moaned, in shock and awe of what was happening.

  She kept kissing me while simultaneously fingering me. I was moaning in her mouth, my body reacting with unbridled lust.

  She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and said, "Come for me, Elizabeth."

  Her finger found the g-spot I wasn't sure I had until that moment and I screamed, "Oh God!"

  My body exploded, my cum flooded out of my pussy like a broken dam.

  "A squirter," she said softly, even as she kept tapping on my clit.

  "Oh God," I repeated, as I put my hand on her shoulders to hold myself up, my legs feeling like jelly as all my energy was usurped from me by her masterful touch.

  "You look so cute when you come," she complimented.

  "Thanks," I whimpered, barely able to do anything but try to breathe.

  She looked down and smiled, "You created a pretty big puddle."


  "Sorry," I whispered, embarrassed by the puddle that was between my legs.

  "Never apologize for getting off, sexy," she said, kissing me again.

  I again melted into her touch until she again broke the kiss and ordered, "Come with me," a few seconds later, even as my orgasm continued to tremble through me and I continued to feel cum leaking down my legs.

  At this moment, I would have followed her anywhere... although walking after the most intense orgasm of my life was very challenging.

  She took my hand with the hand that had just had a finger in me and led me away from the frat house.

  She took me to a secluded spot, and ordered, "Take off my blouse."

  I was completely intoxicated by her beauty and utterly under her spell. I didn't consider myself a lesbian or even bi, but at this moment I was whatever she wanted me to be.

  My hands trembled as I began unbuttoning her blouse. Once it was unbuttoned, her breasts now free, she ordered softly, "Go ahead, Elizabeth, suck on my tits."