Marsha meets her neighbor 2
"Lay on your stomach, Marsha. I've got this new oil, you'll love it." The oil
was a special mixture Tiffany had made for her by one of her Girlfriends. When
applied, it would cause a fire to burn deep within you. As Tiffany began to rub
the oil into Marsha's back, she asked.
"Marshy can I undo your bra strap? I don't want to get oil on My suit...".
Marsha had second thoughts about letting Her undo the strap, but decided that
it was Her suit. As she felt Tiffany's hands glide across her skin, Marsha began
to relax. Tiffany immediately sensed her muscles relaxing.
"That's a Girl, just relax and let your Mistress Tiffany make you feel
better."
Marsha's eyes shot open. "Did She really say "MISTRESS TIFFANY"?. "How do My
hands feel rubbing your skin, Marshy? Just relax, close your eyes, and let
MISTRESS TIFFANY take you to another place."
There it was again, MISTRESS TIFFANY! Tiffany sensed she was ready for the
kill. As She worked the oil into her back, Her hands slow slid down the sides
of Marsha's back, inching the cups of the bathing suit away from her breasts...
those sensitive nipples were so close to Her touch.
Tiffany knew, that once She got Her hands around those nipples, Marsha would be
Hers! After feeling them earlier, and seeing Marsha's reaction to her casual
touch, Tiffany knew it would only be a matter of time before She had Marsha as
Her Lesbian Sex Slave.
As the bra cups being pulled away from her breasts, Marsha felt Tiffany's
fingers firmly nudging the sides of her breasts as She applied the oil to her
skin.
Never, in her whole life, had Marsha felt so excited by the touch of another
person, especially the touch of another woman!.
"Marshy Girl, raise up for YOUR Mistress, so I can remove your bra." Marsha,
hearing those words again, felt a tingle all the way down to her pussy. Why was
she calling her that? Why was she reacting to her this way? Why couldn't she
just say stop and leave? Her thoughts were shocked back to reality when she
heard Tiffany again say...
"Marsha Girl, My little Sex Slave, do as Your Mistress commands and raise up on
your elbows so Your Mistress can remove your bra!".
Marsha, not understanding why, raised herself up on her elbows. She felt her
bra being pulled away, slowly, being dragged across her nipples.
"Now Slave, you're nasty nipples are Mine."
With that, Tiffany reached Her strong fingers beneath Marsha and grasped her
elongated nipples between Her thumb and forefingers a Marsha was shell shocked.
What had happened to the nice neighborly Woman who had been so nice to her?
Why was She acting this way? Most importantly, why was she allowing Her to treat
her this way? Her buried sexual feelings had been brought to the surface by this
beautiful, strong Woman and Marsha felt too weak to deny Her Demands.
"Slave, now tell Your Mistress how much you like having your nipples pinched and
pulled at?".
Tiffany didn't need to hear the actual words from Marsha's lips...She knew
from her body's reaction that She had worn down Marsha's resistance to the point
where she could no longer resist Her advances.
"Slave Marsha, I'm going to pull your dainty panties down so I can massage
those splendid beautiful globes of yours."
Tiffany pulled her panties down slowly, having to tug the crotch band of the
thong out of Marsha's little pussy slit. Tiffany felt the strip of material that
was lodged between Marsha's cuntlips....yes, it was soaked with her juice.
"Slave Marsha, why have you soiled My swimsuit with your pussy juice? You'll
have to be punished later for this indiscretion!".
Marsha felt the older Tiffany's soft, but strong fingers rub her buttocks,
massaging each globe between Her strong hands.
Marsha moaned as she felt Tiffany spread her buttocks, exposing her little
asshole. Then Tiffany took Her index finger and ran it across her little hole.
Marsha gasped; she'd never had anyone touch her in this place. She felt
humiliated, but at the same time aroused, by her Mistress'es exploring fingers.
There, she'd thought it, her Mistress. Marsha couldn't believe what she'd just
said, her MISTRESS! Here she laid, a wife and mother of a daughter, being
stroked by another Woman. It then hit home....what if Elfi was home and looked
down from her room and saw her.
Tiffany now cupped Marsha's pussy with the palm of Her hand and pressed Her
thumb against Marsha's asshole.
"Slave Marsha My Girl, raise your little bottom up so I can penetrate it. Have
your ever had anything stuck up this sweet cute little asshole of yours?."
Marsha choked out a weak reply, "No, never."
Marsha felt a hard stinging blow on her Buttocks. "When you address Me
Marsha, address Me as Mistress Tiffany. Do you understand My Slave Girl?". And
with that she slapped Marsha's pussy with the palm of her hand.
"Yes Mistress Tiffany", replied Marsha. Marsha felt her asshole expand to
accept the thumb being pushed into it. Never, in her life, had Marsha felt
anything so exciting, yet humiliating at the same time.
Tiffany, Her thumb now buried up to Her hand in Marsha's tight ass, placed Her
four fingers at the entrance of Marsha's pussy. Her fingers immediately felt the
heat of her body as She cupped her sweet little pussy. Marsha just about came as
she felt Tiffany's finger tips touch her extended clit. Then, as quickly as it
began, Tiffany removed her hand.
Tiffany said, "Stand up Slave Girl!". Marsha slowly rose to her feet, now
completely naked. "Turn around and face your house!".
Marsha did as she was told. Tiffany walked up behind her, slipping Her arms
under Marsha's arms, cupping Marsha's breasts in her hands.
"Slave Marsha, I'm going to rub your breasts, pull on your nipples, until you
come. I want you to look at little Elfi's bedroom window, see it? Do you see
Elfi and Betsy standing there looking down at you? That's right Slave Marsha,
I'm feeling you up right in plain sight of your daughter and My Stepdaughter. It
excites you doesn't it? I can feel it in your nipples. Why are they so wet?".
Marsha was in shock... she could see her Elfi and Betsy in the window, staring
down at her, while this older Woman held her and milked her breasts. Marsha
heard her Mistress say again.
"Why are your breasts so wet!?".
"Because Mistress Tiffany, when my breasts are aroused to such a state, I, I'am
begin to produce milk."
Tiffany was ecstatic. Not only was She going to enjoy breaking in Her new
Slave, but She would also have the pleasure to get her Daughter as well.
As Tiffany continued to roughly handle her breasts, milk began spurting out
of Masha's breasts in tiny streams. Marsha couldn't take it any longer, her
knees began to buckle as she felt her body begin to tremble from the force of
her orgasm.
She leaned back against Tiffany to keep from falling; feeling Tiffany's hard
pert nipples burn into her back. Tiffany said.
"Turn your head and kiss Me. Kiss Me like you'd kissed your husband. While you
kiss Me, think about our Elfi up in the window watching her Slut Mother getting
felt up and kissed by her new Mistress."
Hearing her Mistress' words, caused Marsha to climax again.
She bent her head back and touched her lips to Tiffany's. It was like no
other kiss she'd ever felt. Tiffany's soft, full lips covered Marsha's smaller
one's. She felt Tiffany's tongue press against her lips, trying to slip it into
her mouth.
Marsha moaned as her lips parted and Tiffany's long tongue slipped deeply
into her mouth, tasting her sweet saliva. Marsha was lost, breathless after the
kiss. Here she was, standing out in the open, being caressed by another older
Woman in front of her daughter.
What was wrong with her? Why didn't she stop this and run back home? How
would, could she explain this? She knew why but was afraid to accept the fact
that she was the Slave to a older Woman who would govern her every feeling!.
Tiffany could not believe how perfect her plan was proceeding. Her pussy was
hot, overflowing, soaking her thong. Tiffany bent down and ran her tongue down
Marsha's back sending shivers up and down her spine. Tiffany wanted to taste
that sweet ass and pussy. Spreading Marsha's cheeks, Tiffany saw her pink hole
wink at Her as She buried Her tongue deep into her asshole.
"God, what are you doing to me?," Marsha moaned. "I can hardly stand while
you're doing that to me".
"Lean forward and grab hold of the sun chair; open those firm little cheeks for
Me. Tell Me you want My tongue buried in your sweet asshole," said Tiffany.
"Yes, Mistress Tiffany, please stick your tongue up my asshole... it feels soo
good."
Marsha couldn't believe she had just said that. She'd never used words like
that before in her life. As she bent forward, she looked up at Elfi's window and
was shocked to see both teen's still staring down at her. What would she say to
Elfi? How could she explain this to her?.
Tiffany continued to work Marsha over, pushing Her tongue deep into her
asshole, tasting the sweet pungent juices flowing down from her canal. Tiffany
wanted to taste that sweet little pussy. Pushing on Marsha's lower back, she
bent her over farther, causing her pussy to raise to Her mouth.
What a tight little pussy. Tiffany knew that Marsha's husband had been
neglecting this tasty little pussy and She was going to show Marsha what it felt
like to be kissed on her lips by another Woman, only a real Woman's soft lips
could make her feel the way she was about to experience.
Marsha felt Tiffany's hot breath on her pussy right before she felt Her
tongue come into contact with it. Marsha nearly passed out, it had been so long
since her husband had done this to her. But the way Tiffany kissed, licked, and
penetrated her slit was unbelievable. It felt like She knew exactly the right
places to touch, lick and kiss her pussy... never had she felt such a deep
feeling in her womb. It felt as if she had a six inch hot tongue buried inside
her... she felt so full.
Tiffany could feel Marshay's cunt begin to squeeze Her tongue and knew it
wouldn't be long before she climaxed. Tiffany now removed her tongue and pulled
Marsha's labia apart with Her fingers, exposing her hard little clitoris.
Wrapping her full lips around the little bud, She began to suck it as hard as
She could. Marsha lost it... her knees began to shake as she felt the onslaught
of the biggest orgasm yet, rising from the tip of her toes to the center of her
being. Tiffany was rewarded with a shower of come from Marsha's little pussy.
Tiffany knew that this was nectar from an beauty untapped, unused source, a
neglected pussy for so long, but Tiffany was determined to change that.
Releasing the clit from Her sucking lips, Tiffany stood Marsha up, turned
her around and said. "Kiss Me slave... taste your sweet pussy juice on My
lips!".
Marsha wouldn't resist this request, she tentatively leaned forward and placed
her lips over her Mistress, tasting herself for the first time on another
Woman's hot lips. God, she was repulsed, but yet excited. She had forgot about
Elfi and Betsy watching for the moment. She was caught up in the most bizarre
situation and could not make her body do what her mind was telling her... this
was wrong. She was helpless before this older woman.
"That was a good kiss, Slave Marsha. Now, I want you to go inside, call Elfi
and Betsy tell them to come over!".
"I can't do that! I don't want you to
get my daughter involved in this. She's so young!".
Tiffany slapped Marsha hard across the face.
"Don't you ever talk that way to Your Mistress, Slave Girl. You'll do what I
say or I'll tell in the whole neighborhood how much you have enjoyed having Me
make love to you."
"They never believe you." Marsha said.
"Maybe not, but they believe it when they sees the video I made of you
submitting to Me."
Marsha couldn't believe her ears. Video, what video. She looked around and
mounted in several locations on the house were video cameras!.
"Mistress, please don't make Me call Elfi. She's just an innocent little
Girl. Why do you want to involve her. I'll do anything you want, anything,"
Marsha now begged her.
"I know you'll do anything I want now, because You're My Lesbian SLAVE
Marsha. Now, go and call them, get them down here now!".
Marsha was totally lost and didn't know who to turn too for help. She was
divorced and in this town new she didn't knews any body who could help her out
off this. If she didn't do what Tiffany told her, she'd expose her to all and
her new live in this town would be over, Elfi would be taken away from her as
well. Marsha did the only thing she could and began to call home.
When Elfi answered the phone, Marsha said. "Honey, this is your Mom."
Before she could say anymore, Elfi said,
"Mom, where are you?".
"I'm down at our neighbors house."
"Mom, when I looked out my window, was that you I saw standing by the sun
chairs with Betsy's mother?". Elfi's voice was trembling when she spoke.
"What was she doing to you? It looked like from here that you didn't have any
clothes on? "What's going on Mom?".
Marsha felt so sorry for bringing her daughter into this mess.
"Elfi, I want you and Betsy to come over here. I'll explain more when you get
here."
"OK, Mom, I'm on my way."
When Marsha hung up the phone, she felt a sick feeling in her stomach. How
could she bring Elfi into the mean clutches of her Mistress Tiffany?.
There, she had said that again, more easily and freely than before. Had
Tiffany uncovered a deeply hidden feeling inside her? A feeling of wanting to be
Dominated by another Person, another Woman?.
To be continued
