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Fantasy 15

This story is the last in a series, although it should stand
quite well alone, it would be better to read them in order. To
read the earlier and other stories go to
http://stories.wtcsites.com - enjoy. This is fantasy, a fiction,
none of the characters exist nor ever existed so the things they
do/did were only in my demented mind.  The story has explicit
sexual content so if you shouldn't or don't like sex use your
brains and don't read it. 

Any comments are appreciated at alessia_gerini@hotmail.com good,
bad, whatever; I read and reply to them all.

Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 15
By Alessia Gerini (c) 2002, edited, with my gratitude, by PeeJ.

MY INITIATION:
Sub title: We eat and drink with each other, and eat and drink
each other.

{FF, FdomF, exhib, rom, D/s, oral, voy}

We had come from our window-shopping at "Hot Pink" to catch one
of the free buses near the railway station. As they circle
through the city, any one of these buses would be able to drop us
off directly at the ferry terminal where the restaurants are, at
least where we had booked a large round banqueting table, one
that overlooked Perth Water. From it the view across to South
Perth's lights is quite spectacular. It is a really romantic
place where the lights shimmered prettily across the water.

All nine of us stood there chatting excitedly, every one of the
group dressed to kill. A few other people joined us as we waited.
Only a couple of minutes later a bus came and we all stepped on;
some of us sat, but I missed out on a seat so I chose to stand by
the window on the footpath side where there is room for
wheelchairs or cycles. Four of the other club members joined me
including Ingrid, my newly acquired mistress. 

The little bus took off smoothly taking us to the ferry terminal.
My sexy Mistress Ingrid slipped her fingers into the bottom of
the vee of my dress's cleavage, her knuckles brushing against my
tummy. She tickled my belly button; it felt really nice and
despite a suspicion of things that she might do, I enjoyed her
touch. The bus stopped for passengers at the city centre. 

There were people everywhere, getting off, getting on and walking
past. Fingers suddenly shot up to my nipple and pulled the dress
open to fully expose my bare boob.  A flick on my nipple sent it
hard in a flash. I was soon aware of eyes on the footpath ogling
me. The sudden pleasurable flick made me gasp then the
realisation of what Ingrid had done turned my stomach and I felt
the blood rush to my face. My humiliation was acute and I was
aware of the growing number of people leering at me, scorching
lustfully over my exposed body. I tried to turn away but Ingrid
held me there by my dress.

The heat of the blush kept going down all the way to my throbbing
pussy. I felt my womanly juices forming, getting the moistness
starting yet again. The bus doors closed with a hiss and Ingrid
let go of my dress. She said nothing but looked at my face; into
my eyes her face beamed at me in pleasure. Mercifully it fell
back into place, but my pussy tingles kept going. My heartbeat
slowed a little. So this is what I would have to expect from
Ingrid as her slave. 

At the next stop I was nervously waiting in expectation of
something, anything to happen. Many passengers alighted and as
they did Ingrid's hand cupped my soaked pussy. I jumped, startled
at the touch. Ingrid slipped a finger deep into me followed by
her thumb on my hood, pressing it back to expose my clit. I could
feel the cool draft on me, stimulating me, arousing me. My pussy
lips rapidly puffed up with the stimulus being gorgeously
inflicted upon them. I knew my eyes were watering a little and I
looked into Ingrid's eyes pleading for her to stop, even though I
loved her touch.

We were facing the window but turned towards each other. I was
unsure if anyone could see her hand, but nevertheless, I could
not believe she was doing this to me in public. A second finger
entered deeply to join the first, quickly finding my G-spot. My
Mistress knew me so well, knew what aroused me and did so using
her wiles. My body betrayed me again and my womanly honey quickly
coated her hand.  Stimulated by her thumb, my swollen clitoris
became burning hot at it oozed my love juices.  It felt
fantastic. My minx of a Mistress, though I would not call her
that to her face, was rapidly bringing me to an orgasmic treat
standing there in the bus surrounded by people.

My muscles started to tighten and my breathing became uneven and
in shortened pants. My head swirled in the joy of the oncoming
rush to orgasm. My juicy muscular walls contracted onto her
fingers. Then she whispered to me, "You do not have my permission
to orgasm, my slave, just enjoy the ride."

She stopped thumbing my hood and clit, and slowed her in-and-out
finger movements just when I wanted her to speed up. Ingrid was
teasing me without mercy.

Oh, my god, my boobs ached as my pussy glowed and throbbed. I
knew I must control myself. I admit that riding the wave of lust
that was nearly, but not quite, taking me to sexual ecstasy was
difficult, but breathtaking. I knew it would have its rewards in
the end: all I had to do was agonise and wait. In the meanwhile I
lusted after my tormentor. My body tingled, burned and pulsated
in a wonderfully erotic state that would prolong and intensify
the eventual release I longed for.

As we alighted, a ferry load of people landed and stood back to
watch us. Nine women from sixteen to thirty-nine in sexy outfits
led by Ingrid and me strolled past. I felt their eyes burning
into me, eating at my very existence. Ingrid pulled on the light
chain attached to my collar. Plainly I was under her control. I
blushed the full length of my body. I was on fire; hot coals
smouldered in the pit of my belly. I felt blistering eyes
drinking in my body from everywhere, completing my humiliation.

I was aware that when getting off the bus I must have exposed my
boobs, I had felt them bounce, and perhaps my newly-shaven pussy.
More blood rushed to my nipples and sopping labia as both dread
and excitement built within me. I was distinctly wet and knew I
was dribbling down my thighs once again. My brain virtually
stopped registering much except the sensations of my body's
betrayal and people humiliatingly eyeballing me.

We entered the restaurant and Ingrid had me sit next to her where
she could reach me. She told me to go to the ladies room and wipe
myself clean. When I found a cubical I was horrified to see how
far I had oozed down my thighs. My womanly honey was fresh and
piquant on the nose but not unpleasant. I was wet through to my
stocking's elastic tops and then more. Luckily I remembered I was
not allowed to come or I would have masturbated right then. I was
feeling very hot. 

At the washbasin make-up area I got a good look at myself in the
mirror, I was hardly surprised to see a flushed, but very horny
looking me. When I came out Ingrid had kept a seat at the table
for me where, of course, I sat. If I turned my knees towards her
where she could easily reach me. The other way they would be
facing into the depths of the dining area over towards the
cocktail bar and the mirror behind it. I glimpsed into that
mirror; my hair looked fabulous under the soft lights in the
restaurant - the auburn tint admirably suited my light-olive skin
and my greenish-hazel eyes. And my boobs looked great in the
amber dimmed lights. It gave me a gorgeous sun-tanned look.

Our entree and main course order was taken. Anne had seated
herself immediately across the table from us. Her young friend
seemed at home in the restaurant, indeed, quite sophisticated. 
We were introduced to her: her name was Adele. She said she was
nineteen, but we were nineteen and we had our doubts. Anyway, she
was a cute chick with black wavy hair, sexy brown eyes, a slim
five feet six inches with little plump butt cheeks. Her breasts,
well, we had all seen those firm beauties not so long ago.

She couldn't take her eyes off Ingrid or me (or should I say my
boobs) and that was flattering I guess - it did make me feel
special.  I suppose I wasn't surprised, but her staring was a bit
embarrassing. But, hell, it gave me somebody to flirt with. With
thirty-six Ds, no bra and my cleavage to the waist I gave her
plenty to see. The reaction of people who had seen me but who I
had not seen was the talk at the table. Some of their stories
made me feel positively hotter.

Ingrid whispered to me to swivel my knees towards her and put my
leg, the one facing outwards towards the bar, up on the cross
piece under the table. Then the little minx began stroking the
skin on my thigh, above my stocking, tantalisingly close to my
blood-filled labia. But, of course, I had expected something like
that and thoroughly enjoyed the eroticism, but the slight twist
had my breast dangerously close to total exposure. Close by,
patrons were looking at us, especially me. I was definitely
feeling the intense scrutiny so I was deliberate in giving them
and myself thrills by letting my thick and hard nipples peek out
occasionally.

Adele said to me, "You are amazing, like awesome."

"How come?" I teased her, wanting her to be explicit.

"Gee, I dunno. You've got a great bod' and you are flashing it
like I don't believe. I would be, like, way too embarrassed."

"What makes you think I'm not embarrassed?"

" 'Cause you don't cover up. Like, you don't care if people stare
at you."

"What if I told you I do feel very embarrassed, but do it
anyway?" 

Anne and Ingrid grinned.

"I'd think, like, you're loopy. But you aren't a nut case. You're
the hottest chick I've ever met."

"Well thanks babe, but what about Anne, she's hot. I saw you two
snogging outside the shop. So?"

Adele looked at Anne turning bright red and said, "Sorry honey,
she's right, you're gorgeous, like, you make me way horny too."

Anne replied with a smile,  "I can't blame you, Sweetie. Ingrid
and Alessia make a hot couple, no doubt about it."

I said to Adele, "So, you're lesbian are you?"

"No, I'm not, why would you think that?" she retorted
defensively.

"I was only asking and it's not a crime you know," I said,
laughing softly. I let it drop to let it sink in: typically in
denial. She might be bi. I continued, "and you were snogging with
Anne, right?"

"Well, do you think that maybe I'm a lesbo?"

"So, who cares?"

"Er . . . shit, like, are you guys lesbians?"

"Maybe."

"C'mon tell me?"

"What do you think?"

"I, like, think maybe you are."

"Would it bother you if we are?"

"Shit, I don't know. Probably."

"Why?" I said.

"Like, 'coz I don't hang out with queers."

"You don't, hey?" I laughed. "Okay, Adele babe, I'm taking the
piss outta you. But you are cute."

Anne piped up, "Oh, Alessia leave the girl alone . . . she's
cool."  I suspected she didn't want me to spoil her plans for the
night.

"Yeah!" Ingrid backed up Anne.

Adele smiled at Ingrid and Anne, "Thanks guys."

"I think you're okay too." I said, smiling warmly at her. "I'm
sorry, do you forgive me?"

"Yeah, okay!" chirps our naive newbie, giving me an odd but
friendly look.

Our drinks came and the waiter couldn't look me in the eye -
anywhere else, no problem! Angelina proposed a toast to me that
embarrassed me more than the people staring at me. Though I loved
her for it and she said it so all the assembled members would
understand, and at worst puzzle anybody not on the inside. I was
well and truly welcomed into the club and as a prized member for
her family. That, of course, was a reference to Ingrid and I as
Mistress and slave.

Ingrid toasted me into the fold as a valued member of her home. I
toasted them all for making my entry a most pleasant experience
and mentioned that I appreciated their assistance in making it so
memorable, and that I hoped I would continue to come often. I
emphasised 'come' and the girls all laughed except Adele who
looked a bit puzzled. 

I thought about how many times I'd come over the last eleven
days. I had no hope of counting them all. I also knew that I
still had tonight to get through. I didn't want it to stop.
Ingrid fingers still stroked me, sensitising that thigh, but more
of her fingers were so close to my labia that I could just feel
her brush me occasionally. I was steamy hot and very wet yet
again.

Our entree came and was devoured. It had been a long time since
our brunch earlier that day. I was as hungry as I was horny. The
others, it seems, were all hungry too as the conversation died
down to the occasional sporadic word or two, mostly in
appreciation of the food or the wine. When we had all finished
our entree Ingrid asked me to dance. I couldn't refuse her so I
followed her to the small dance floor. Anne and Adele, Angelina
and Ava, Abby and Jessie followed us: in fact, they all came in
the end.

It must have been obvious that we were lesbian as we all held
each other closely during the slower numbers and that seemed to
be most of them. I was interested to see how Adele behaved, but
she followed our lead and cuddled into Anne as Anne kissed her
neck and held her butt tight. 

Ingrid snogged into my boobs and I enjoyed her cheek touching my
chest. Especially when I felt her hot breath flowing over my
nipples and the swell of my breasts. I smelt her hair and perfume
and could feel her firm thighs against mine. I felt deeply in
love with her and I made no secret of it, melting into her.
Holding her small but firm frame to me, enjoying her arms and
hands on my much bigger body. She squeezed my butt cheeks and
kneaded it. She ran her knuckles up and down my spine. Ensured my
boobs were squeezed against her and that meant close to her face
and against her chin. From that close she blew on my nipples
whenever she could. She did so much to keep me aroused that I
knew I was oozing again. The heat we generated was magnificent
and wherever we touched was hot, but so soft.

When our meal came we ate slowly talking of the week's activities
and Angelina reminded us of the initiation lined up for us for
the following weekend. She would cook up some scenarios for us to
mull over during the week, but Angelina would have the final say.
Judging by what we had done this weekend it should be really
outstanding. We had more wine with our desert and coffee. By ten
forty-five or so we were ready to leave. None of our chatting had
stopped Ingrid from touching the bare part of my thing
occasionally softly brushing my pussy lips. She even held my
dress near the waist so when I turned I inadvertently exposed
myself. I was finding it thrilled me sending shivers of delight
to my head and pussy. She had kept me outrageously horny.

Also, by then we were getting a little boisterous, boozy and
horny; I was getting a little careless with my knees and I was
deliberately exposing my boobs even more. Adele was tantalised
clearly aroused and that alone was a great turn on for me, and
also the patrons, and especially that horny waiter.  Well, there
weren't many patrons left by then, although it would get busy
after the theatres finished. I knew Ingrid was feeling naughty .
. . her demeanour was now very sensuous. 

During our coffee she had slowly pushed her finger way into me
several times. And from her that always turns me into an oozing,
sexy mess. She was taking it out all covered with my womanly
honey and sucking it off her fingers staring lustfully into my
eyes, and then to return them back into me for more. My juices
were flowing quite freely now and wetting my butt crack and even
running down to my stocking tops. I was so aroused I was shaking
at the knees and had real trouble keeping my knees together.

Ingrid said to me, "You are wet, aren't you?"

"Um . . . yes, of course I am, Darling Mistress. You've been
driving me wild using me as your honey pot. And all the sexy
things I've done these last days have affected me that way. My
pussy flows so willingly now and you're not helping at all. Is it
a problem for you?"

"Shit, no! I love you with a wet cunt. By the way, slaves have
'cunts' - you no longer have a vagina or a pussy, or whatever -
it's a cunt.  Okay?"

"Um . . . yeah, okay, Mistress."

"I can see your come flowing."

I turned bright red. My face was ablaze with the heat of my
blush.

"Hell, how long ago did you notice?"

"When you got up to dance."

"Oh, my god! Ingrid why didn't you say something?" I could feel
the blood rush to the rest of me. I was so humiliated. She had
bloody well known for ages.

"I wanted you like that, it's why I stimulated you, masturbated
you."

I whispered, "Fuck," and saw her grinning at me. I was so
ashamed.

"How did you know?" I enquired in a hushed tone still reddening.

"I saw the lights behind the bar shimmering on your thighs."

"Oh no!" I blushed throughout my body, feeling my stickiness
oozing further down with the flow increasing. My heart rate rose
as my arousal quickened along with the flow from my pussy.  Then
Ingrid quietly said, "Do you want to fulfil your initial wildest
fantasy: to make love in public?"

"Of course. When?"

"Well, soon, within ten minutes or so."

"Oh, god, Ingrid Darling, with you, oh yes, anytime, anywhere!"

"Yes, great! I thought you might. I've an idea."

"Well?"

"Up on the landing of the bell tower - we get naked - you go down
on me, eat me alive till I come all over your gorgeous face - and
come again over you. Then we kiss and wave to everyone below.
Well, what do you think?"

"Now?"

"Yes, come on."

"Oh, yes! I will do it, I will." I said shaking shit scared, but
I wanting to do it. For me it was like the first skydive anyone
makes - you're scared shitless but excited. Well, that's how I
felt.

"Well, if you want to do me, let's go for it, My Alessia."

She grabbed my hand dragging me after her out of the restaurant,
across the road and up the path towards the tower. The platform
is actually a lookout from the public access to the bell tower
and it is about seven metres up a flight of stairs. In fact,
there are several lookout levels, but the lowest is twenty or so
feet up. It overlooks the restaurant and two or three ferry
terminals. 

Angelina guessed we might be up to this and the other girls
followed. Ingrid and I were well on our way up the stairs when
the others arrived at the bottom.  They stayed down in case we
needed the stairs to be blocked for a while from over-eager
onlookers.

My hair had been styled back off my face, but Ingrid freed her
own then loosened mine. 

"There, that looks softer and sexier."

She urged me to strip, but did not order me to do so. 

"Okay, here I go."

I looked down to see few people there and none were looking -
yet. I rolled my stockings off and Ingrid followed my lead. That
is what set me off on my erotic roller-coaster ride once again. 

I unzipped the back of my dress, leaving it held up by just a
single hook and eye and only a shrug of my shoulders away from
total nudity. Some of the girls came around to watch.  I felt the
humiliation and the thrill, my thighs covered in my sticky
woman's liqueur that flowed uncontrollably from my pussy.  The
shimmer reflecting off my juice-covered legs from the spotlights
that illuminated the tower humiliated me even more. The churning
of my stomach was unbelievable, I felt sick but overjoyed in an
erotic lust.

Ingrid by now had her top and bra off and was slipping out of her
skirt. My glazed eyes watched her craving in a burning lust for
her. Her beautiful body before my eyes once again. It seemed that
each time I saw her naked she appeared sexier, even more
delectable.

"Now, I'll be stark naked in a second; god I don't believe we are
doing this."

I shrugged my shoulders as I reached behind, undoing the hook and
eye. My dress fell and I caught it and stepped out of it. I hung
it over a seat on the platform. I stood facing the girls at the
bottom. A second or two later Ingrid was beside me, her skin
touching on mine. Oh my god, such bliss but the circumstances
were almost overwhelming me.

"WOW! Unbelievable . . . I am so damned horny."

"Me too!"

Her nipples, like mine, were throbbing knobs. I was sopping wet
and thinking about what I was about to do. I was sexually aroused
beyond anything I could remember. Far more than in the restaurant
and I was hardly docile there.

Ingrid, on the other hand, looked amazingly cool as she slipped
off her panties, presenting to me her tiny clipped triangle of
fine blonde pubes on her mound - she was clean-shaven everywhere
else. Looks, however, it seemed, were, in this case, deceiving:
her panties were sporting a very damp patch. I smiled inwardly
admiring her courage as she had volunteered for this although she
was also awesomely aroused. The girls at the bottom clapped us we
leered over the balcony at them. 

"Okay, me first." I was dribbling, "Oh shit, Ingrid."

"Go on, My Alessia, go down on your knees."

"Yes okay, whatever happens remember I love you." I said to my
lover and mistress, and lowered myself down on my knees where my
face was level with her upper chest. 

"I love you too." She learned over and kissed me hard and, taking
my hair in her fingers, she eventually pushed my face onto her
breasts and swivelled herself from side to side over my cheeks,
lips and tongue. In my mind, I wondered just what the small
audience was thinking, but my humiliation diminished as my Ingrid
continued to mash her beautiful, firm, but satin-smooth breasts
into my mouth.

She controlled my feasting on her, suckling her into my mouth,
between my teeth, biting her hard knobs and kneading her butt
with my hands. Then, after several minutes, she pushed my face
further down over her belly as my lips and tongue tasted more of
her skin. I smelt her womanly perfume rising from the heat coming
from her juicy pussy area. There was now nothing soft or gentle
about this, we lusted after each other and we loved with gusto,
almost in frenzy.

Finally, she pressed my face onto her mound and ground my lips
and tongue all over it. Then, as if she had finished teasing me,
or maybe it was herself she was teasing, she mashed my face into
her sopping pussy. Her taste hit my tongue as delicious and juicy
as a mango. I was I heaven and determined my Mistress Ingrid
should join me. I had dropped and thrown my head back, and with
her straddling my face, the area around my mouth was covered by
her or her mango-flavoured womanly charm. I French-kissed her
reddened puffed lips, I sucked hard, I worked my teeth, tongue
and lips to suck her to that special heaven from which
resurrection is certain and sweet.

Her breathing had gone wild. She gasped and moaned softly into
the zephyr coming off the river, and I caught a glimpse of her
face as her head rolled backwards on her shoulders. I managed
another glimpse of her delightful face as I took in a breath of
air. I saw her eyes glaze over, I felt her muscles contracting;
her orgasm was nearly upon her. My efforts now were concentrated
on her hood and clitoris, but giving her muscled walls a good
quick lick and suck every ten seconds or so. 

My dream had come true and with my Ingrid.  I felt so lucky. I
drank and sucked hard, gripping her cheeky butt firmly. Her
womanly honey had been flowing freely, but in her explosive
ecstasy - and it was euphoric - she drowned my face in her tasty,
aromatic juices. I had tasted her knowing that it was I, her
slave that had imparted such an intense degree of pleasure to
her, my Mistress Ingrid.  I was so delighted, my right hand
slipped to my cunt to tease out my own clit.

A small group below cheered, as did the others from the club and
a few more. I saw Anne and Adele snogging in a wild passionate
embrace: Adele even had her hand on Anne's breast. But my
attention was quickly dawn back to my lover by her moans of
delight. Ingrid and I had almost forgotten where we were. I held
her wobbly legs still then I stood holding her, whispering softly
in her ear, "Love you," she smiled as she regained some
composure. 

Then, she standing at five-feet-two, as against my
five-foot-eight, kissed her own juices from my chin, and then as
I stooped to kiss her mouth, she ravaged my tits. She nibbled,
sucked, bit and kneaded them ruthlessly knowing that I could
orgasm from that treatment alone. They were sore and sensitised
as she slid down my body and kissed, licked, sucked and bit me
into delirium. 

She then moved to my now dribbling cunt. Her small lithe body
allowed her to avoid touching my clit, but instead took my left,
outer, swollen labia, sucking it in slowly and sliding it through
her wet lips, tonguing just that one side as far to the rear as
possible. She nibbled my labia as it passed by her teeth. Then
she took me through the same exquisite process down the other
side. My cunt was on fire and my flow of nectar had run right
down my legs; she did this several times; I lost count how many.
I didn't care as my clit throbbed so hard it hurt, but I was way
past my point of no return. 

All I wanted was the final release I had felt building in me for
some little while. Now it was my turn to release myself, put
myself under her control, and with her permission I let my head
go and become enraptured by it all. Ingrid sensed this in me and
she gripped my hood hard and took my throbbing bean and sucked it
between her teeth. I felt her teeth scrape down my protruded clit
biting harder as she went; then my back spasmed and I was over
the edge into wonderland. Fireworks went off in my brain . . . it
was a fantastic display of unreal bodily sensations . . . I was
so close then Ingrid had me over on the 'other side'.

I seem to remember a roar from below. My head spun as the wave of
my orgasm took hold. It was wonderful, absolutely the best. The
mob below cheered and clapped like crazy. The spectators
exhilarated us both, but it was our powerful bond that drove us
to such heights.  Not long after our bodies became bound together
by our minds and the exhibitionist part of my arousal, forgotten.
I think Ingrid felt the same.

My legs were overwhelmed; I collapsed into her awaiting arms. I
opened my eyes to see my Ingrid smiling at me. All was well with
the world, our world anyway. Mistress said, with a wry grin on
her face, "We did it and it was wild and magnificent. You're
gorgeous my slave, my love."

We arose clinging to each other my shaking legs not yet stable.
The physical effort of standing over somebody being eaten is
quite something and for me it sucks my energy somehow adding to
the occasion. And I had just experienced the ultimate in my
entire life. I was exhilarated and exhausted but jubilant beyond
my expectations.

Ingrid nudged me and pointed to Adele suckling a bare-topped Anne
surrounded by the group. As far as I could tell Adele was also
naked to the waist. Mistress Ingrid and I turned to each other
and in a loving embrace, pressed our naked, sweating bodies
together and kissed for what seemed like forever. I tasted a mix
of both of us on her lips and face, superb. When we looked down
again a ferry had pulled up at the jetty and almost all the
passengers were either pointing or looking at us. We just hugged
each other and waved to them as our come trickled down our legs
and merged.   We were as one.

We picked up our clothes and threw them down to our friends
below; then arm in arm we kissed and hugged each other all the
way down the stairs and into the loving arms of our fellow club
members. They all fondled me to their hearts desire including, I
was amused to notice, Adele. I came again and again. It all ended
by Ingrid claiming me and standing over me once again. Such
bliss!

I shall never forget that, never!

END OF FANTASY FULFILMENT SERIES

By Alessia Gerini (c) 2002

Comments: yes please! Address to alessia_gerini@homail.com



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