by Mira Paul
Claire looked back at Ms. Lucy. In her stark black bustier and leather miniskirt, Ms. Lucy looked the exact opposite of the ultra-feminine décor of the room. Perhaps there was more to Ms. Lucy than she let people see. Then Claire wondered: if this was the guest room, what did Ms. Lucy’s personal bedroom look like?
“Go on in.” Ms. Lucy shooed her forward with a sweep of her hands. “Hopefully, you’ll feel comfortable here.”
“It’s beautiful, and the colors are so soothing,” she said.
As if pleased with Claire’s response, Ms. Lucy strode forward to the dresser. “Now let’s see. I keep a variety of sizes in here just in case I have unprepared guests,” she said, sliding open the top drawer.
Forced to describe her usual style, Claire would say, “Whatever works.” She rarely bought designer and more often went for comfort. While at the school, she’d been experimenting with the clothes she had been supplied. Looking at the dress that Ms. Lucy was holding out, though, she’d seriously started to question whomever did the shopping for the guest quarters.
First of all, it was tiny. Sure, it was probably made of stretchy material, but how tight was it going to be? Then there was the deep violet color. Definitely attention-grabbing. Maybe too much for her. She preferred to blend in with the scenery, not stand in contrast with it.
“Where’s the rest of it?” she asked.
What was the plunging neckline? Claire took a look at her own flat chest and wondered how she was going to fill it out.
Ms. Lucy laughed and Claire realized how much she liked the sound of it. Now that she was thinking about it, she hadn’t heard the headmistress laugh, ever.
“Come on, it’s just us here tonight,” Ms. Lucy soothed. “Try it on.”
She tossed the dress, if one could really call the scrap of material that, to her. Claire held it up against her body with the V-neck in front, pulling the sleek material over her bulky sweats.
“That’s the back,” Ms. Lucy explained. “Here, let me help you.”
As Ms. Lucy drew closer, Claire’s mind raced. The entire time she’d been at the school, she’d really thought of Ms. Lucy as an instructor. Sure, she was attractive and possessed a commanding presence, but something about the way the headmistress was looking at her reminded Claire that Ms. Lucy was a woman, a sexy one.
Claire flashed upon her first love and heartbreak, Muriel. Since that night, she had appreciated the sight of a beautiful woman, but she’d shied away from getting involved with someone else. She’d known Mario since they were kids, and their parents always joked that they would get married. Being with Mario was easy, and she tended to like things simple.
“Lift your arms,” Ms. Lucy commanded.
As if by themselves, Claire felt her arms lift above her head. Ms. Lucy grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and lifted it up and over her head. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing a bra. From more excitement than chilliness, her pale pink nipples hardened into small pebbles.
Ms. Lucy, who stood a good six inches taller than her, looked down at her chest as if mesmerized by her nudity. Claire held her breath, waiting to see Ms. Lucy’s response. As the instructor’s eyes met her own, Claire felt something electric shift in the air, and Ms. Lucy licked her full lips.
For some reason, seeing Claire’s slender nude form shocked Lucy. She wasn’t expecting bare skin beneath the sweats. Over the years, Lucy had schooled some coeds between the sheets, and others had been forced to pleasure her. She’d never classify any of them as lovers—more like bed partners.
The underlying strength beneath Claire’s external fragile character intrigued Lucy. Even if the girl often lacked self-confidence, Lucy knew she had much more potential. She pulled the slinky dress over Claire’s head, and admired the way the material sheathed her thin body. Tempted to remove the item and take in Claire’s nude body again, Lucy pushed the thoughts away.
“It’s getting late,” she said instead. “Let’s have a quick bite to eat, and then you’d better get some rest.”
* * * *
Claire woke in the dark room. Her fear coursed through her body. She knew instantly that she was no longer there, locked in that room, but still she couldn’t shake the overwhelming sense of dread that she felt. She turned on the light and tried taking a deep breath in order to calm herself down. Unfortunately, there was only one thing she desired: not to be alone. And she knew that wish could quickly be solved.
As she pushed off the covers, she looked down at the sheer blue teddy she’d chosen to sleep in—a perfect match to the room—and thought briefly about changing into something else. Elsewhere in the house a noise creaked, and that settled it: Claire went straight to Ms. Lucy’s room.
Fortunately, the path from her room to Ms. Lucy’s chambers was short. Ms. Lucy slept with her door partly open, and Claire slipped in without making any noise. In the shadows of the room, she could make out Ms. Lucy’s sleeping form on the opposite side of the bed.
“Whatever you need,” Ms. Lucy had told her before heading to bed, “I’m here for you.”
As she gently pulled back the covers and crawled into the headmistress’s bed, she certainly hoped she had meant those words. Right now, what she needed most of all was the comfort of another’s body.
****
Coming to a light wakefulness, Lucy first became aware of the warmth of a body next to hers, then felt the soft skin against her back. One leg tucked ever-so-suggestively between hers.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” A whisper danced in her ear, sending shivers of pleasure down her neck.
She’d just been dreaming of the Italian nymph, and here she was cuddled in her bed. Was she still dreaming? “Claire? Is that you?”
“Were you expecting another woman to climb into bed with you?” Claire teased.
“What are you doing here?” Lucy asked, though she certainly didn’t mind the awakening that she felt flowing through her body.
“Bad dreams. I needed someone. I needed to forget. And, I needed you.”
A delicate hand slipped over her side and tucked under her full breasts, as Claire snuggled closer under the blankets. “Do you mind?” she asked.
Lucy felt her voice stick in her throat. For someone always so self-assured, she felt not in control at the moment. Maybe it was because Claire had caught her in a weak moment, asleep and unaware.
“Nooo,” she barely got out.
“Good, because I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
Claire’s light fingers brushed against her nipples as she kissed the back of Lucy’s neck. With each long lash of Claire’s tongue, Lucy moaned. At the vocal encouragement, Claire twisted one nipple between her thumb and fingers, rolling it along the soft pads. At the same time, she bit down on the back of Lucy’s shoulder, sucking the sensitive spot. She rubbed her pelvis against Lucy’s ass.
“Like that, do you, headmistress?”
“Oh, yes,” Lucy said. She turned her head, catching Claire’s mouth with hers. Their hungry tongues mingled, searched, getting to know the rhythm and taste of each other. Claire tasted sweet, as if she’d been eating licorice before falling asleep.
The knee between Lucy’s legs pressed up, splaying her legs further apart. Claire reached down and petted her on the outside of her panties. “What color?” she asked.
“What?”
“What color is your underwear tonight?”
“Pale pink.”
Lucy could literally feel Claire’s fingers hovering over her private area, as if she was processing the information she had just provided. Yes, she might wear black leather and lace at almost all times on the outside; that simply was part of her persona, her dress code. Underneath it all, she often chose to go frilly.
“Not exactly what I suspected,” Claire said, “but I like. I’ll have to see you in them later.”
Lucy wasn’t quite sure where Claire was getting her strength from at the moment, but the woman in bed with her was drastically different than the one she h
ad seen in her waiting area earlier this evening. Damn, she was different than the one that had been walking around campus like the undead this session. She possessed no fire. Now—
“Whoa, hold on,” Lucy said, as Claire sunk two fingers under the waistband of her underwear and found that slick sensitive spot between her legs.
“What’s the plan here?” she asked, trying to regain some semblance of control. Did she want to make love with Claire? Would she be taking advantage of her? Lucy was the older woman. She was the authority figure. Yet it seemed Claire held the proverbial reigns.
“When’s the last time you were spanked, Ms. Lucy?” Claire asked, with an growing excitement in her voice.
As Lucy thought about the question, the wetness between her legs increased. In truth, it had been a long, long time since she had relinquished absolute control.
****
As Ms. Lucy went stiff in her arms and started stammering, Claire’s desire flared up further. Something told her it was time for the teacher to learn a lesson.
Without waiting for the headmistress to respond, Claire grabbed a few pillows from the top of the bed and positioned them beneath Ms. Lucy’s hips. In the darkness, she ran her hand along the arched curve of Ms. Lucy’s ass. If she was going to do this right, she needed some light to see. She took a guess and reached over to the bedside lamp next to her side, and switched on the light. A warm rose-tinted light infused the room, and she absorbed the deep mauve and amber-toned color scheme, creating a rich and inviting atmosphere.
Turning back to her mission, Claire took in the sight before her. Ms. Lucy had not dared move from her raised position. Her muscular ass raised higher than her head, and a deep blush complemented Ms. Lucy’s complexion. Her lush waves of red hair cascaded over the light mauve sheets, and Claire couldn’t imagine a sight more delicate and attractive. Her pulse quickened with an attraction she’d never felt with her fiancé Mario. This beauty. This dominance. That’s what she truly craved. Not a man, or family that dictated her own desires.
She slid back over the silky covers, and slipped her fingers beneath the corners of Ms. Lucy’s light pink underwear—such a contrast to the woman’s strong outside persona—and pulled them over and off.
“First of all, these need to go,” she said.
Slipping a hand beneath her captive, she felt the woman’s arousal. “So wet. Is this for me?”
When Ms. Lucy did not respond, Claire brought an open hand down on her ass. A loud smack broke the silence of the room, and Ms. Lucy bucked against the pillows.
“When I ask you a question, you will answer me,” she said, punctuating her statement with another smack. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” she said, continuing with the etiquette spanking lesson.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Claire set the stage for what was to come. That evening, Ms. Lucy was going to learn a lesson she soon wouldn’t forget.
“Good. Now, are you in charge of the safety and well being of the students at San Francisco Sex University?”
“Yes.”
“Would you say you were negligent with my safety, and that of others, which resulted in our kidnapping?”
With her hand against Ms. Lucy’s skin, she could just about feel the hesitation before the woman answered. Claire wondered what the head mistress was thinking.
“Yes, I was,” she admitted.
“And for your actions, or inactions, would you agree that you need to be punished?” Claire continued.
“Yes, ma’am.”
That was all Claire needed before setting off on a spanking spree. In her S&M classes, they had studied the fine art of a bare-hand spanking. The key was a few quick succession smacks in one spot, bringing an almost instant redness to Ms. Lucy’s fine skin, then switching to the other side. She targeted her efforts to the plump little curve and could only imagine Ms. Lucy sitting the next day, remembering the events of the previous night.
With each spanking, Ms. Lucy’s pelvic area ground into pillows beneath her, and soon they were both breathing heavily. Claire sensed Ms. Lucy’s growing abandonment as she lost herself in the feeling.
Claire stopped the spanking and rubbed her hand along the edge of Ms. Lucy’s ass, feeling the enticing heat.
“Now, I don’t want to hear you coming before I give you permission. Do you hear me?” Claire asked, taking the role of the dominant even further.
Ms. Lucy simply whimpered her understanding.
“For some reason, I have the feeling you might have a few toys in here. Where are they?”
Ms. Lucy’s eyes went to the drawer of her nightstand. Inside, Claire found a treasure trove of vibrators, lubricants, a few spanking tools, and some dildos. “Quite an assortment you have here,” she said. “This is kind of what I was hoping for.”
She held up a double-headed dildo, one that she could slide into herself, then allow her to royally fuck Lucy. Claire had never actually used one of the devices, but the concept alone excited her. Tonight, she fully understood what it meant and felt like to be in control. It was a lesson that the S&M instructors tried to drill into her, and finally she got it.
Although they were both plenty wet, Claire reached back in the drawer for some lubricant. The K-Y Warming solution probably would add a nice touch, she thought, rubbing it over her end of the dildo.
She slowly inserted the dildo into her own pussy, relishing the feeling of fullness, and the power she felt with the light purple fem-cock jutting out from between her legs.
“Next time I might fuck you from behind,” she said, climbing back onto the bed, “but tonight I want to see you come face to face.”
Claire removed the pillows from beneath Lucy’s hips, then rolled her onto her back. Lucy’s face felt flushed from the excitement. As her sore ass rubbed against the sheets, she moaned. She opened her eyes and drank in the stance of Claire kneeling above her. She looked so confident and sure of herself. Her eyes shone bright with strength and passion. Her blond hair hung in a disheveled mess from her previous exertions. Lucy realized she could very well love the young woman. She longed to suck on the nubs of her breasts, but Claire was running this show.
“I’d like you to suck my cock. Get it good and wet before I fuck you,” Claire ordered. She moved closer to Lucy’s mouth, nudging her lips with the dildo. Lucy opened her mouth, taking in the plastic until her lips barely touched Claire’s sex. She could smell her arousal, and Lucy longed to instead be licking Claire’s pussy. Lucy pulled back and licked up the side of the dildo, juicing up the synthetic cock. When she reached the base where it entered Claire, Lucy flicked her tongue up and over, targeting the younger woman’s clit. She found the succulent button and puckered her lips around it, and flicked her tongue quickly over the hard pebble.
As Claire reached down, winding her hands through Lucy’s hair, and holding her steady, Lucy smiled internally. Past the point of being turned on, the woman bucked beneath the ministrations of her mouth. Not ready to relinquish her control quite yet, Claire retreated, bringing Lucy’s head up to her level and kissing her deeply.
Claire then maneuvered Lucy back, bringing up one of Lucy’s knees, and positioned the dildo at the opening of her pussy. “Are you ready for me?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” Lucy replied. As the woman pushed her faux-cock inside of her, she sighed at the pleasant fullness. Each penetrated, their bodies met in the middle. Claire began to grind her own pelvis against Lucy’s, clit against clit. The dildo wasn’t firm enough to thrust into each other. Instead, the soft, pliant material supplied the feeling of being stretched open and added to the sexual pressure as the rhythm increased.
The fervor of their kisses increased, and Lucy quickly felt her own orgasm coming on. She’d held it off for so long, she didn’t think she could last much longer. Claire’s own cries had increased, then Lucy felt her stiffen within her embrace. To push Claire’s release even further, Lucy grabbed onto the woman’s ass
and thrust up. That final moment sent her over the edge, too, and her climax rocked her body and freed her mind. Each of their movements continued to send the other aftershocks of pleasure, until they both lay still and sated.
Claire pulled off Lucy and slowly drew the dildo out of her own body. Then she settled behind Lucy and turned off the light. The warmth of Claire’s body pressed up against her back.
With a self-satisfied sigh, Claire said, “From now on, I think I’ll be sleeping with you.”
Ms. Lucy relaxed into the young woman’s arms.
Breakfast at Jackie’s
by J.V. Altharas
It was four in the morning when Amber rushed into the office to meet Jackie for their Monday ritual. Punishment for being late would be a disappointing way to begin the week. Office relationships were always complicated, and this was an order of magnitude more so than usual. She had slept with her bosses before, and had subbed to one of her professors in college, but she had never worked for someone who was also her mistress.
It had all begun with her job interview three months earlier, and the fact that both she and Jackie were just slutty enough to have fun when they were single. To call it a whirlwind would be an understatement.
As a thirty-three-year-old executive vice president at a Fortune 500 company, Jackie’s life was complex and demanding. She was brilliant and driven, but couldn’t possibly give one hundred and ten percent while managing her own chaos. Luckily for her, that was Amber’s specialty: managing schedules, keeping time-wasters at bay, and generally greasing all the wheels. Jackie demanded complete obedience, but Amber had always been at her best with someone providing structure, along with an endless supply of orgasms.
