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From: karens4fems@aol.comstop (KarenS4fems)
Subject: {ASSM} It's A Hoot (FF, mild d/s)
Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 18:10:02 -0500
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 Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature,
containing graphic sex descriptions.  If you are not over 18, or
if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to
another story.

Author's Note:  Almost all my stories are written from the sub's (my) point of
view, but this time I decided to try my hand at the domme's viewpoint. Even
though I'm thoroughly sub, I've been with enough dom women to have some clue as
to how thye view the experience.  I hope this is enjoyable.

Please e-mail me with your comments:   KarenS4Fems@aol.com (previously known as
KarenSOH@aol.com)
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"Honey? I got one. We'll be home in about twenty minutes."
I felt a flutter in my stomach at the sound of Mark's voice.  It was the same
reaction I always had when my husband called to tell me he'd found a new
conquest to bring home to our bed. 

I used to get mad at Mark when he would go out bar hopping, but then he started
making it up to me.  You see, I swing both ways. Unfortunately, it's a little
difficult from me to meet other women, because I'm sort of a celebrity.  I'm a
local news anchor, so it would be hard for me to go cruising bars looking for a
female sex partner.  

Then Mark figured out that he could do the cruising for me.  Oh, it's not all
that easy. How many girls would allow themselves to be picked up by some guy to
"take home to the wife"?  However, Mark's been in sales for over ten years, and
he seems to have the gift.  So where others would fail consistently, Mark has
the occasional success.  And as long as he can convince them he's really my
husband, I do represent a familiar face from TV.  A fairly attractive face,
too, I might add - short dark hair, nicely built, and a sexy attitude that
(it's been said) comes across easily on the tube.

That attitude is important, because it so happens that I like to dominate in my
encounters.  There's nothing better for me than to be worshipped, to have my
every desire fulfilled by some sweet young thing.  Luckily, Mark is also pretty
good at recognizing or discovering a submissive leaning in a girl.  He knows
what I like, so he tries to find that type when he's out.  This time, he
sounded pretty confident that he'd found a "live" one.

I could feel my heartbeat picking up at the sound of the garage door opening. 
They were here.  In just a few minutes Mark would come through the door with
our latest little adventure.  I suddenly realized how desperately I hoped that
Mark was right about her.  It had been so long since I had a horny little slut
to serve my needs.  The anticipation was already building to a frenzy.

I took several deep breaths and sat on the couch to calm myself.  Had to be in
control, especially in this situation.  I heard the door from the garage open,
followed by Mark's familiar "Gina?  Honey, where are you?"

"In the living room," I called back. I looked to the doorway just in time to
see my husband enter with a pretty blond who, from her demeanor, seemed
extremely nervous.  My god, I thought, she looks about eighteen!  

"Honey," Mark said brightly, "this is Tara.  Tara, this is Gina,"  He grinned
broadly at both of us.  Ever the salesman, I said to myself.
As I reached out to shake Tara's hand, I got a closer look at her. I was
pleasantly surprised.  I knew she'd be attractive - Mark's choices always are. 
What took me aback was how cute and fresh she looked.  She was four or five
inches shorter than me, with blonde hair that fell in soft waves just to her
shoulders.  It  framed a lovely face of big blue eyes and an upturned nose.  I
would have guessed she was a farm girl, rather than a Hooters girl.  

"Hi Gina," she said.  "I'm so glad to meet you.  You look just like on TV...
except you're much prettier in person."  As she spoke, her mouth formed an
irresistible smile. And that mouth was just darling - cute, hesitant, but with
imperceptible curl that hinted of some hidden devilish side.  I was already
having nasty thoughts about that mouth!
"Well, I think I'm going to like you!" I answered warmly.   Tara smiled again
and blushed, obviously still nervous about meeting me and about what was about
to happen.  I found myself wanting her more all the time.!

Mark went to get her a drink as she took off her coat.  Hmmm... well, Hooters
seemed more possible now.  Although Tara had changed into jeans, she still had
her T-shirt on.  She had a nice figure - not overly big on top, but nicely
proportioned.  I felt a little twinge between my legs as my mind raced forward.

Tara sat next to me on the couch.  Mark returned with her wine and plopped down
in the chair opposite us.  We made small talk for a while, about school and my
job, and some of the local celebrities I knew.  I found out she was actually
twenty-one and a college senior, majoring in drama.  We joked about how all the
cute guys in theater are gay, and Tara said that some of the girls are too -
probably out of desperation!  The conversation seemed to loosen her up and ease
her nerves.  Three glasses of wine didn't hurt, either. 

As we talked, I kept stealing looks at my favorite parts of Tara's body.  When
I caught her doing the same,  I made a point of crossing my legs widely to give
her a clear view of the crotch of my jeans.  Sure enough, her gaze stopped
there long enough to tell me that she was thinking about what was underneath
the denim.  I rubbed my upper thigh suggestively with my hand, until suddenly
she caught herself and looked away.  I gave Mark a knowing look that told him
what a good job he had done in finding this sweet, but horny, young thing.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore.  I had to get things started.
"So, Tara," I said softly, "did Mark give you a good picture of what we're up
to here?"

"Well..., " she answered.  There was a long pause as Tara looked down and tried
to gather herself. Then she looked  back at me and continued, "He said you like
girls." 

I looked at her in silence, hoping she'd continue on her own.
"...and he asked if I'd be interested in a threesome."

"Yes," I said. "Is that all?"

"Well...".   Another long pause.  "He said you really get off from having a
girl submit to you...sexually, I mean."  Tara took a deep breath, then quickly
added, "And that I'd have to please you every way you wanted before we did the
threesome."

This was encouraging. "I see," I said. "And is that okay with you?"
Tara looked up now, into my eyes.  "Yeah," she said quietly.  "I mean... that's
really why I came here.  The idea of doing that... with you... for you...
really makes me hot.  And I've never done a threesome, so ...yeah, I want to."

"'Everything' covers a lot of ground, Tara.  Don't you have any limits,
anything that you don't think you could handle?" 
 
She started to say "No", but stopped herself. She looked up, then down, as if
she were searching her mind for possibilities.  "Well," she finally said, "I
don't think I could do enemas and stuff like that. I hope I'm not insulting
you, but that's kind of disgusting, you know?"  Then, almost as an
afterthought, she asked in a anxious voice,  "Oh, and you won't really hurt me,
will you?  I mean, I've done some pretty kinky stuff, but I'm not a total
masochist."  

I laughed a little and assured her that I wasn't much into pain, "although your
bottom looks perfect for spanking", I winked.  "And don't worry, I agree with
you about the enemas. That's one bodily function that doesn't go with
lovemaking"

Tara seemed relieved.  "Then I guess I'm ready for anything you want," she
said. "And," she proceeded after a meaningful pause, "you're right about my
bottom."

That sent an electric charge up my spine. The thought of sweet Tara with a
warm, red bottom was making me hornier by the minute.  This was definitely
going to be fun.

I moved closer and put my hand on Tara's thigh.  I was encouraged to feel her
move slightly toward me in response.  "Well then," I said, "I think we're both
going to enjoy this. Have you been with a woman before?"

"Yeah, a couple times. But nobody like you."

I brought my other hand up to softly caress her neck.  Her breathing changed,
and she trembled ever so slightly. I looked hotly into her eyes and asked, "So
you want to be my sex toy, Tara?  You want me to use you in every naughty way I
can think of?"  I ran my fingertip lightly over her lower lip and said, "I
can't wait to feel your pretty mouth on me, Tara.  I want it everywhere. 
You'll be so good, won't you?"

Tara responded with a little whimper, which I smothered as I covered her mouth
with a deep, passionate kiss.  The whimper turned to eager moans as my mouth
ravished hers.  When I finally broke off the kiss, Tara whispered softly in my
ear, "I really want you - more than him.  Please... take me."

Enflamed by her words, I took her mouth again while my hands explored across
her body.  I sampled her breasts through her T-shirt, then slipped inside to
feel the warmth of her midsection. Pulling away, I quickly pulled her shirt
off, then undid her bra while she worked on the buttons of my blouse.  Soon we
were both naked to the waist and kissing again, our bare boobs rubbing softly
against each other. My hands went to her firm, young breasts to let my fingers
roll her already erect nipples.

Tara immediately returned the favor, but instead of her fingers, she used her
mouth to pleasure me.  The sight of her eagerly sucking my titties was very
exciting. I pushed my chest forward, and she opened wide to take as much of my
flesh as possible in her mouth.   I could tell she liked it and was already
well into this scene.

I let Tara suckle for a while, but then I wanted her naked.  I told her this,
and she stood up to finish stripping.  She took her time, unzipping and
lowering her jeans in an erotic little tease that further stoked my passion. 
She turned around to slip off her panties, revealing a perfect butt that sent
my mind racing.  Then she started on me, removing my jeans between hot kisses
on various parts of my body.
My panties were next, but by now I wanted to test here.  As Tara slipped them
off me, I told her to hand them over.  I could tell she liked taking orders.
Turning them inside out, I pushed the already soaked crotch in her face.  
"Suck it," I commanded. To my delight, she eagerly complied, closing her eyes
as she sucked my juices from the silky material. "You like that?", I asked, and
she answered dreamily,  "Mmmmmm.  Uh huh."  I rubbed the crotch firmly all over
her tongue, enjoying the sight of her obvious surrender.

I took her and kissed her once again.  My hands roamed all over her body,
letting her know that she was mine, that I would do as I pleased with her and
make her do whatever everything I wanted.  Tara's response was passionate.  Her
tongue worked hotly in my mouth, an obvious preview of what it would do in
other places.

We necked for a while, until I broke it off and ordered Tara to her knees.  She
was breathing heavily now, and her eyes were glazed over slightly. It was clear
she was ready.  I sat on the couch and spread myself in front of her.  Her eyes
moved back and forth quickly between my crotch and my face, taking me all in. 
I grabbed her head and pulled her lips to my left thigh.  Immediately, her wet
tongue drew soft circles over my skin.  I held her there a while, then directed
her head up and down my legs.  Ignoring my own need, I kept her away from my
pussy.  By the third time I skipped over it, Tara was groaning in frustration. 
She was dying to eat me, and I was loving it!

I finally gave in to both our desires, but not before a little more teasing.
Holding her by her hair, I positioned her mouth inches from my slit.  My hips
moved sensuously up and down as I made her beg for it.  "I want to eat you,"
she moaned desperately.  "Please... your pussy... please!"

I looked over to see Mark furiously whacking himself as this pretty girl begged
to taste his wife's pussy.  He's certainly enjoying this, I thought.  I let
loose of Tara's hair, and with erotic, measured speed, she rolled her face into
my very wet pussy.  We both moaned with uninhibited lust.

My teasing must have done its job, because Tara was an absolute animal.  Her
lips and tongue worked furiously on my tender folds. She clutched at my hips
and pushed her face as deep as possible into me.  As she slaved for me, a
continuous flow of "mmmmm"  and "ahhhh" escaped her lips.  Her enthusiasm for
eating pussy was even hotter than her expert technique. 

Abandoning myself to passion, I spread my legs as wide as I could, pulling them
back to open myself as wide as possible.   I loved the feeling of being
completely exposed, like the entire world was focused on the delirious pleasure
between my legs.  As I opened up, Tara plunged further into me, her mouth
exploring every part of my privates. Grabbing her head in both hands, I pulled
her in even deeper, until her whole jaw was engulfed in my pussy.  I could feel
her tongue probing my insides, deeper than I thought possible, while she
whimpered and moaned with submissive desire.  I felt like a queen with my own
private slave as I jammed Tara's face against me and ground my dripping cunt
into her mouth. 

I talked dirty to her, and it seemed to spur her on. I told her what a cunt
face she was, how I knew when she walked in that she wanted my pussy, that
she'd do anything for a chance to do me again and again.  Every word seemed to
turn her on more.  I told her she'd do anything I wanted, and pushed her down
to my asshole to prove it.  She tongued it nicely, but I quickly pulled  her
back, because I needed to cum.  
On a roll,  I told her how I liked to piss in a girl's mouth, to really show
her who's in charge.  Her reaction startled me.  She gave a muffled cry into my
pussy, then clutched harder at me and started to shake all over.  That was more
than I could take - I came hard and fast, practically smothering poor Tara with
my throbbing cunt.  But that only seemed to further arouse her, as she went at
me with even more intensity, sending me off on a second orgasm before the first
even ended.

Needless to say, the rest of the night was one for the ages.  Tara's
willingness, no, her need to please, was amazing, and we used her in every way
we could think of.  She did seem more interested in me, and we satisfied each
other again and again. But Mark got his kicks, too, fucking Tara several times,
including once in her asshole, while her tongue worked lovingly on mine. 
Besides,  he got an incredible show.  Tara gave me *everything* I wanted,
including her mouth when I had to pee.  

I told Mark he could hang out at Hooters whenever he wanted.

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