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Subject: {ASSM} Angela chp 02 - Back at the bar (F/F, mild d/s, fisting)
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Angela looked at her picture in the big mirror she had in her bedroom.
She looked at the reflection of a 32 year old, blonde woman with
shoulder long, slightly curly hair. The woman had a petite figure and
was of about average size. Angela slightly shook her head. 'I must be
mad... why am I doing this?' she thought as she looked at herself and
the way she was dressed. A deep purple red Lycra mini skirt that ended
just an inch over the dark stockings she was wearing. She shook her
head again. "I look like a whore...." she whispered as she looked at
her firm breasts under the very thin white blouse, her nipples clearly
outlined through the thin material.

She still heard the voice in her mind, a voice that whispered in her
ear as she was about to ride the waves of passion like never before.

"I want you to come back here tomorrow at the same time as today."

Angela closed her eyes as she remembered the warm voice, the memory of
it sending a erotic shiver down her spine.

"I want you to wear only a short skirt and a blouse."

Angela inhaled sharply as she remembered how she had begged the woman,
begged her to grant her the climax she needed so desperately.

"And you will" Angela almost felt the tongue sneaking in her ear as
she remembered, "you will not wer any underwear."

Angela felt a cold lump in her stomach as she remembered how she
screamed her submission into the room, how she was ready to do
anything the woman wanted only to finally reach that climax the
mysterious woman finally granted to her.

She looked again at the slutty reflection of herself in the full size
mirror and slowly sat down on the chair behind her.

"I can't... God, I just can't do it..." she whispered, almost sobbing
the words. She remembered how she had left the bar, almost fleeing,
her face still flushed from the ecstasy she experienced just minutes
ago. She remembered the smile of the blonde girl behind the bar as she
saw her, and as she quickly moved through the bar, heading for the
exit, she felt as each and every of the women would watch her and, as
she had left, she suddenly had the mental picture of everybody in the
bar talking about what had just happened in that room in the back. A
mental picture that made her cry of embarrassment and humiliation as
she was laying in her bed at home later that night.

And yet, as she was laying on her bed, her hand had been trapped
between her legs, her fingers were penetrating her wet, velvet core
almost violently, her hand was squeezing and rubbing breasts and
nipples as she tried to reach that ecstasy again. And although she
made herself cum twice that night before she felt asleep, it wasn't
the same. Something had been missing and she knew what it was.

The next day she had a hard time concentrating on her work in the
office and colleagues teased her and asked, if she was in love. And
she felt herself blush as if she would be a 15 year old girl that was
teased by friends in school. During lunch break, she went to the
shopping mall close to her office and bought the thin blouse she was
wearing now. She felt so sexy when she tried it, her lace bra faintly
visible under it and she knew she wanted this to wear for that woman.

At home after work, she took a shower and trimmed her pubic hair until
it was a nice, small patch of hair. As she did this, she felt the
sexual excitement and anticipation and it took her quite some self
control not to give into the temptation to give herself a quick
climax. She felt so sexy and irresistible when she felt the smooth
feeling of her slightly swollen pussy lips as she removed all hair
from them and was anxiously looking forward for the meeting.

It was when she saw her reflection in the mirror, it was when she saw
the slutty picture of her dark aureoles that were almost visible
through the thin blouse in the polished glass, when her heart sank. It
wasn't the thought, the woman could see her that way that caused her
to almost panic, it was the thought of entering the bar dressed like
this, the thought that the woman might not be there and the thought
that everybody in the bar would know she came back to have more sex,
that made her stop.

Angela was sitting on the chair and felt tears of humiliation and
failure fill her eyes and she let her head fall in her hands as she
sobbed silently.

o -

"Do you think she will come?" the blonde behind the bar asked. The
woman just silently smiled at her and nodded.

"I don't know." the girl thoughtfully said. "You didn't see her leave
yesterday. She was almost running and if I wouldn't know you better, I
would have thought you raped her back there." She polished a glass and
then looked at the tall dark haired woman. "Well maybe you were..."

The woman smiled slightly. "Did you felt raped?" she quietly asked and
looked in her eyes, lifting the glass to her full lips. The bar girl
shook her head. "That's not the same, and you know that. You were not
my first and we both wanted it back then."

The woman smiled again and slowly stood up. "Just send her to my
table, will you darling?" she said and went to a table in the corner
of the bar. "Oh and," she turned around "dim the light in that corner
a bit". The blonde girl watched her walk to the table and shook her
head. 'I wish I would be so self confident' she thought and continued
polish the glasses.

It was half an hour later when she saw Angela nervously standing in
the door. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at the woman, dressed in
a rather short Lycra mini and a black leather jacket that ended just
above her hips. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the long legs that
were shaped nicely in thigh high stockings and accentuated by the high
heels Angela was wearing. 'Whow' she thought, 'this really looks
different.'

She smiled as Angela slowly crossed the room and approached the bar,
it was obvious she was looking for somebody.
"Gin Tonic?" she asked as Angela finally reached the bar, still
looking nervous, having a slightly disappointed look on her face.

"Oh, you remember" Angela smiled and blushed at the same moment. The
barkeeper, sensing her nervousness smiled. "I have a good memory for
faces. But I'm lousy with names, so it's nothing personal when I call
you by the wrong name"

"Angela."

The blonde girl looked up. "Hm?"

"Angela. I'm Angela."

The blonde nodded, having finished the drink and offered it to Angela.
"Nice to meet you." she smiled. "Oh and... " Her smile grew a bit
wider. "She is waiting for you - over there" nodding with her face
towards the dimly lit table. Angela blushed deeply and fumbled with
her purse.

"It's OK Angel. This one's on the house. Welcome back" she smiled
warmly.

She watched Angela slowly walk to the table where the woman was
waiting. 'Guess I better don't tell her it's on the house because that
bitch won the bet' she grinned and continued to polish glasses.

The woman looked up when Angela slowly approached her table and smiled
lightly. "Welcome back. I'm glad you made it." She pointed to the seat
next to her and Angela slowly sat down. Angela didn't know what to say
and played with her drink on the table. The woman slowly moved closer
and whispered in Angela's ear. "You know I really am glad you came. I
really enjoyed what happened yesterday night. I enjoyed very much
even."

Before Angela could say anything, the woman touched her chin lightly,
making her turn her head and kissed her on the lips. The moment their
lips touched, Angela felt her nervousness vanish and kissed her back,
feeling the woman's tongue play with her own as the kiss lingered for
what seemed to be an eternity.

The woman broke the kiss and looked at Angela. "Although.... I'm
slightly disappointed, you know." she said. "I can't remember that I
wanted you to wear a jacked, did I?" Angela looked at her and
hesitated, not knowing what she should say. "I'm sure, you only
decided it to wear it outside, didn't you?" Angela slowly nodded.

"Then take it off now. " The voice was quiet, friendly even. It was
still the same warm, deep voice she remembered from yesterday, but
Angela also realized the woman expected her to obey. After a brief
moment of hesitation she opened the jacket but stopped then. The woman
watched her and smiled.

"So shy?" She reached out and pulled the left shoulder of the jacket
slowly back until it almost slipped from Angela's shoulder. She smiled
as she saw what blouse Angela had chosen. "Beautiful. You really have
no reason at all to hide this beauty. And you're not wearing a bra. So
nice. So brave. Thank you darling." The woman leaned over and kissed
her again and Angela inhaled sharply as she felt the woman's hand
touch the left breast through the thin material of her blouse. It
squeezed her breast gently, the palm being pressed against her nipple
and Angela felt its response as blood filled it and made it swell
against the thin material and the hand that was gently caressing it.

The kiss ended and Angela realized the jacked had completely slipped
from her shoulders. Her heart was racing. She was glad, the table was
in a dimly lit corner of te bar, but she still felt exposed and
quickly glanced into the bar to reassure herself that not every woman
in the bar was staring at her. And yet, sitting close by that woman
made her feel strangely safe.

"I couldn't forget you." she almost whispered, looking at the woman,
fearing she would see her smile or even laugh. But the woman didn't
smile. She simply looked at her quietly. "I'm glad you couldn't." she
answered. Angela felt the light touch on her left thigh as the hand
touched it. She felt the hand slowly move up and her eyes opened wide
as she realized the woman was about to check if she obeyed her to the
word.

"Please... don't... not here" she stammered, knowing the woman was
about to feel if she was wearing panties or not. Her hand grabbed the
wrist in an attempt to stop it. The woman simply looked at her and
raised an eyebrow without saying a word. And as her hand slowly moved
further up Angela's leg, the hand on its wrist didn't try to stop it.

Angela sat at the table, her face deeply red of embarrassment and
humiliation. And still, she had to admit to herself that the game
excited her in a strange way and she realized she was holding her
breath until she felt the touch of the hand on her pussy. The woman
whispered in her ear "Mmmm... such a good girl" as she didn't find
panties. Her tongue played with Angela's ear. "Mmmm... such a naughty
girl" she almost moaned as her fingers separated the pussy lips and
found the moisture that was hidden beneath.

Angela squirmed in her seat as she felt the fingers lightly rub her
lips, pinching them lightly and, despite her embarrassment, she also
felt her arousal rise quickly. And she had to admit to herself that it
was only partially due to the stimulation he fingers gave her. It was
the fact that this happened in public, in a bar, with only the bad
lighting of the corner she was sitting protecting her, that excited
her as well.

"Mmmm, you enjoy this, don't you", the woman whispered in her ear.
"The touch, the secrecy... Look at Barbara, behind the bar... she
watches us... do you think she realizes what my hand is secretly doing
to you under the table?"

Angela looked at the bar and saw the blonde look at her direction now
and then. She saw her smile, and although she was sure she couldn't
see the woman's hand playing with her sex under the table, she held
her breath and tried to close her legs, which only trapped the woman's
hand between her leg. The woman looked at her and smiled. "Hmmm, you
like my hand there, don't you? Feels as if you don't want it to go..."

"No, please... if somebody sees... please" Angela whispered, trying to
keep her voice calm and quiet as she begged the woman to stop. The
woman smiled and slowly withdrew her hand. Angela watched wide eyed
how she lifted the hand to her nose and inhaled deeply.

"Relax, nobody knows what I'm smelling." she whispered. "But what an
exquisite smell. I smell... arousal.. your heat.... your hidden
excitement. She smiled and then slowly lifted her hand to Angela's
nose. "Here..." And Angela knew she was right. She inhaled lightly,
smelling the familiar smell of arousal and need. As the finger touched
her lips, she opened them, her tongue tasting herself on the offered
fingertip. When she opened her eyes, she saw two women who were
sitting at the bar with Barbara watch her. And although she felt
terribly exposed and humiliated, she continued to let her tongue touch
and taste the offered finger between her lips.

The woman watched her lips accept the fingers and felt the soft tip of
Angela's tongue on her fingertips. Her fingers moved along the tongue,
caressing its side and Angela suddenly imagined the fingers to do that
to her clit. She imagined fingers, slippery from her love juice catch
her clit and she moaned loud, her eyes staring into the dark eyes that
watched her suck the fingers.

"Does it excite you? Feeling my fingers here at the table?" She turned
her head and smiled at the women sitting at the bar who casually
watched them from time to time. The woman leaned closer, her lips
touching Angela's ear and she felt the warm breath of the woman, who's
name she still didn't know as she whispered, with a voice so low it
was almost a moan, "Did they make your juices flow?"

Angela nodded and whispered "Yes, they felt so nice... And I can't
forget how they felt yesterday."

She heard the light chuckle, felt the fingers being withdrawn from her
lips and draw a wet line down her chin and throat until they reached
the first closed button of her blouse and slowly opened it. "I'm not
talking about my fingers honey. I'm talking about my friends at the
bar. Watching us... watching you. Are they the reason for your face
being so flushed?"

The fingers reached the next button and pulled at the thin fabric.
Angela glanced at the bar and a hot wave of embarrassment and shame
consumed her body, as the three now openly watched the woman expose
the soft swell of her breast. She saw Barbara smile and say something
to the guests as the fingers now reached the button between the
breasts and she reached for the hand to stop it.

She looked at the woman and her mouth opened to beg her to stop when
she saw the raised eyebrow. "Put your hands behind your back." She
hesitated and shook her head in an attempt to protest. The voice was
quiet, self confident and determined. "Put them behind your back or I
get up and walk out of that door and you'll never see me again."

The words hit her like a hammer and she stared at the woman, emotions
racing through her mind. She felt tears fill her eyes as she thought
that this was not fair, that this woman had no right to treat her like
that, to treat her as if she would own her like a property, like a
toy. The woman smiled lightly and she realized she had let the wrist
go. The tears in her eyes blurred her view and when the voice softly
told her the third time to put her arms behind her back, she obeyed.

The woman leaned in to kiss her, pushing her back and she felt her
weight trap her arms behind the soft back of her seat and her body.
The kiss lingered on, lips interlocked, as they tried to eat each
others soul and the wet warm sensation of the woman's tongue made
Angela moan into the kiss. She felt another button open and then the
next, and then she felt the warmth of the woman's hand on her breast,
cupping it completely, squeezing softly with just the right pressure.
The woman broke the kiss and Angela felt the hand leave her breast.

She opened her eyes and saw the lust in the woman's eyes as she looked
at her leaning in the seat, her lips slightly open, glistening in the
dim light of the bar and her left breast exposed, it's nipple proudly
erect for all to see. Angela glanced at the bar and noticed with a
strange mixture of disappointment and relief that the women had left
and were no longer watching and Barbara was back to polishing glasses.

"They left... Your little show got them so hot they decided to have
some fun."

"They left? You mean..." Angela felt a twinge of shame as she realized
the implication. "You mean they saw?"

"Your breast and how you squirmed in your seat as I fondled it?" The
woman gave her nipple a short pinch, making Angela gasp. "It got them
so aroused they went through that door, the same door you and I went
through yesterday."

Angela's lips opened slightly as she imagined the women in that room,
kissing and making each other cum in ways she had only read about in
erotic stories so far. The woman watched her, a light smile playing on
her lips. "Do you want to watch them? To see what you've inspired them
to?"

Angela shook her head, embarrassed the woman was so easily able to
read her mind. "No... we can't. It wouldn't be right! I'm sure they
don't want that!"

The woman got up. "Come." Angela shook her head, her hesitation
causing the eyebrow to rise again. Watching that expression almost
made her wince. Her emotions battled for a few moments, conservative
uprising fighting lust, curiosity struggling with shame until the fear
of the woman scolding her again won and she slowly got up. She reached
up to pull the blouse over her exposed breast and the woman shook her
head, making her stop.

"Don't hide them around me. You have no reason to hide your beauty
darling. They are magnificent, a symbol of your womanhood and
sexuality and I want you to be proud of them." She smiled as she
watched Angela blush, this time not caused by shame but modesty, as
she understood the meaning of the words.

They walked to the door, the woman tall, dressed in black leather
pants and and a red blouse, her high heels clicking on the floor as
she guided Angela toward that door, her arm around Angela's hip. As
they passed by the bar, Angela glanced at Barbara and saw her smile at
her, the tip of her tongue moving between her lips as watched the soft
jiggle of the exposed breast.

The door next to the bar opened and Angela saw for the first time the
corridor with doors at each side. Most of them were closed, but one
was half open, light falling into the corridor and then Angela heard
the moans and voices.

"Mmmmm they didn't close the door. It would be so easy to spy,
wouldn't it?"

Angela didn't know what to say. She listened to the sounds of
lovemaking, heard the sound of an aroused gasp. The moaning voice grew
louder and Angela realized the woman was urging her partner to do
something.

"What do you think are they doing? You imagine it, don't you? Tell me
what you imagine. Tell me which of your naughty, hidden fantasies you
imagine them to live out."

"She is licking her." Angela's voice was faint, a whisper so erotic
the woman shivered. "They are in a 69, tasting each other on the bed."
Angela felt the woman move her, step by step, getting her closer to
the door until they were just a yard away from it.

"Moooore..." The voice was almost desperate, begging. "Please do it,
let me feel them!"

The woman whispered in Angela's ear "It's not a 69... Listen to them.
Can you imagine it? Can you sense what she is doing to her?"

Angela heard the woman in the room grunt, it was a guttural,
animalistic sound, a mixture of pain and rapture. "Oh shit yes, do it,
do it! You know how much I love it, do it you whore, do it dammit!"

Angela looked at the woman as she listened to the dirty talk. "What
are they doing?" she whispered, suddenly afraid to find out. The woman
pushed her forward. "Watch it." she whispered as they moved until they
were standing in the door, opening it completely.

Angela's eyes opened wide as she witnessed the scene. One woman was on
the bed, on her back and her knees pulled back, causing her to open
the legs and expose herself completely to the other woman who was
kneeling between her legs. But it wasn't the lewd scene that made
Angela gasp. It was the woman's hand. that was completely hidden in
her partners pussy and Angela watched in awe how the lips stretched
around the wrist.

Angela heard the woman grunt again and watched how she squeezed her
breasts and pulled on her nipples. "Oh god yes... Fuck! do it.. God,
take me, do it." Her hands grabbed her knees again and she pulled them
back until they were almost touching her shoulder.

"She is closing her hand now..." The woman's voice made Angela
tremble. "It's called fisting, honey. " Angela watched the arm move as
the woman twisted it, pulling it back until the lips stretched
obscenely around the fist, the skin glistening with lube that had been
used generously. The fisted woman turned her head and looked at the
couple standing in the door. Angela blushed and wanted to leave, but
the woman smiled. Then her eyes opened and Angela heard that grunting
sound again, as the hand disappeared, sinking deeper and deeper.

Angela watched wide eyed how the hand moved faster and faster. She
felt her blouse had been opened but didn't care. She felt the woman
play with her breasts, exposing her to the woman who was being fisted,
knowing it would heighten her arousal and she accepted her role to be
used to stimulate the unknown woman's arousal on the bed.

sorry.. the original posting had part 1, please disregard that one

And Angela watched the scene unfold, watched the grunts change into
moans and then screams as the hand moved, being pulled back slowly and
pause, only to be then pushed in again, each time more harder and
faster than before. She felt the fingers on her nipples as if she
would be in trance, as they raised her arousal in sync with the
woman's in the room. Both woman looked at each other. One being fisted
and knowing she enjoyed being watched, the other being exposed for the
first time in her life and not caring any longer as the pure sexual
intensity of the situation consumed her.

The woman was now being fisted hard, almost brutally. Her body was
tense and her big breasts were jiggling violently, the muscles at her
neck straining as sensations Angela could only imagine, grew stronger
until her world exploded. The scream was loud, wailing. Her body
spasmed and convulsed and Angela watched her squirt, her cunt grabbing
her lovers hand so tight she had to stop. And as she watched the
woman's ecstasy, her nipples were pinched hard.

"Cum"

It was only one word. Only one word, whispered in her ear, hitting her
soul as the sharp pain from her nipples reached her clit and Angela
cried out and trembled. The woman on the bed, still in the throes of
her orgasm watched her as her hips jerking as Angela came, came for
the first time in her life without having her pussy being touched.

It was a short, sharp orgasm, leaving her breathing hard and aroused.
She was led back into the bar, back to the table in the corner. Her
blouse was open, covering her breasts loosely, exposing them
occasionally as they walked through the now full bar. Some guests
watched them, smiling knowingly but Angela didn't notice.

A while later, the two women came through the door as well. Angela
watched them, her pussy tightening on her partner's two fingers in her
pussy as the woman, who had just fisted her partner, slowly approached
her table. She stood next to Angela and then bent forward, her hand
reaching out and cupped her left breast.

"I will do you." The voice was husky, almost masculine and she looked
at the woman sitting with Angela. "If she lets me, I will do you one
day. And I saw in your eyes back there, you'll let me do it." The hand
pressed against her breast, flattening it on her chest. "Don't you.
Pet."

Angela stared a the woman, towering her. The fingers under the table
were fucking her as the word was sinking in to her consciousness and
her mouth opened. She managed to remain silent, but the fingers felt
her cunt pulse and both women noticed the flush covering her face and
saw the breast under the blouse jiggle as she rode the waves of her
climax. 
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