Running on Empty
of
Sappholust
genre
lesbian
“Running on Empty”
© Sappholust 2019 CH 1 My Step Sister Brooke
The sound of the slap of his large hand against my face was one of the worst sounds I'd experienced in my eighteen years. My dad was a drunk. He'd already just about killed my Mom, my older brother had left home only a few weeks ago after my older step-sister Brooke was hurt even worse than I was by this monster of a parent. The night he knocked me down, I fell halfway down the stairs towards our basement. I was lucky enough to have regained my balance and stumbled back to my room to hide from him. I was hurt, stunned and more determined than ever to escape the house I lived in up until then with my stepsister, who I looked up to and admired.
Brooke was a stunning woman of 21 when I was only 18. She taught me everything I needed to know about life, women and men, birth control and unfortunately, drugs. We were always close and got along super-well especially for being stepsisters. I guess it's normal for a younger sister to look up to her older sibling, even if we only had our Mom in common. Mom had divorced her dad early on and left us to fend for ourselves as he was a deadbeat and disappeared. He was a mix of African and Egyptian, and although he was educated, he was a very stupid man to leave our Mom in such a hurry.
I'm Dominique and I'm half Jewish and half Italian, raised by loving Mom who taught me art, music and made me get good grades in school. When I was younger I had the body of a young woman. My figure had begun to come into its own so quickly. I was around a 34 32 34 shape in high school, and because I was on the swim team, I had the body of a young athlete. At 18, I'm more of 36 32 34 and still enjoy working out and all sorts of sports, especially swimming.
My cell phone rang one afternoon. It was my brother Carl telling me our dad had been crushed to death on his job by a huge shredding machine that's used for wood and paper. He'd been seen drinking on the job again that afternoon. What a surprise. My Mom had been recovering in a hospital from her last fall down the stairs, a disputed claim to be sure, according to the police report. I called the number my brother had left me to contact the detective who had gone through my dad's wallet. I told him we weren't going to claim the body, that the city should dispose of it any way they wanted to, and if he had a problem to contact my Mom later.
Carl, Brooke and myself met at the hospital to be with my Mom and we all decided to use my dad's meager insurance and pension to relocate to somewhere else in America. My Mom understood our anger but she eventually claimed his body and had it cremated, but dumped the ashes in the garbage when they arrived a few weeks later. Our small family was always moving around when I was young, and now, once again we were on the run once more. What were we running from?
A few weeks later, my Mom went back to work and Brooke and I were alone in the house together. She was always into healthy stuff like yoga and making good meals for us. I remember this time so vividly because it was my first time with another woman. Brooke was showing me a few yoga poses and we were stretching on the floor sitting upright, flexing our hamstrings. She gently touched my arms, stroking them as I flexed my legs. Brooke loved to wear leggings over her Danskins with only a sleeveless one tee- shirt, which highlighted her well toned arms. She had the most attractive body. Guys would fall over her to get her attention all the time, but that day she was into me in a big way. I was so flattered and appreciative. Truth be told when I look back, I was always attracted to Brooke.
"Dom, you are really coming into your own now, you have a wonderful figure, so I want you to promise me you'll keep working on it, even if I' m not around okay?"
"Brooke, sure. Are you heading out on your own again?" I wondered why she had to leave so soon. I missed her so much when she'd disappear for days on end, to escape the madness and abuse at home.
"Don t sweat, I'm not moving far, and besides, I love hangin' with my cute sister," then she leaned over and kissed me. It was a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss was so innocent. I turned my face to meet her lips and we kissed, and just kept going. She put her hand on my face and kissed me again more passionately. Our tongues met. It felt so natural, as it still does to this day, even with other women. She definitely opened something up in me that day.
After she stroked my arm, she positioned herself behind me and cupped my breasts in her hands, and leaned forward to smell my hair and neck. I was wearing my sports bra, and my nipples rose to attention at her light touch. It was a loving gesture, and it turned me on dramatically. I know she felt it too. "I've always admired your perfect breasts, Dominique. They're so nice to touch too, you could model right now, you know," "Ummnggnh, what you're doing feels so good!" I let her know right away, I wanted more. I threw my head back and swooned into her embrace as she held me tight.
Brooke put her hand on my tummy and worked her fingers into my shorts and found my pussy. By the time she got there, my mound was moist with warm pussy juices. I quivered with need and anxiousness, wanting to be touched, yet so new to this wonderful sensation of another woman!
"Is it okay if I touch you there, Dom? You're so sexy!" It felt so natural. By asking me, it just reinforced my feelings that this was what I wanted.
"Brooke, YES! I love your touch, please keep going!" I whispered.
She got up and took off her Danskin, leaving on her top. She had some black lacy panties on, and the scent of her sex permeated my senses, I wanted to see her naked body and feel her all over me.
"Lets get naked Brooke and shower first. I want to feel your body next to mine in the shower! " I offered.
"Great idea, sis!"
We kissed and caressed each other on the way to the bathroom. Brooke had me wrapped around her emotionally already and was tying the knot sexually. I was SO into discovering this new side of me!
A few minutes later we were undressing each other in the bathroom. Steam filled up the room, making it nice and warm. We kissed slowly at first, I felt her lovely taut nipples against mine as we hugged and kissed more passionately. My fingers dropped to her firm ass as I fondled her amazingly firm butt. Brooke dropped down to her knees as I leaned against the shower stall, the warm water splashing all over us as she parted my labia and licked my pussy for the first time. Her tongue felt so good, her experienced fingers fondled my nips and butt at the same time.
I'd only let one guy to this to me before and he didn’t have a clue what to do, so Brooke was my first real oral sex partner and she was an expert. She softly peeled away my short black hairs and found my clit fast and sucked on it with a regular rhythm, which shook my loins till I screamed in joy as my endorphins rushed through my brain with those lovely feelings.
All the while Brooke was sucking me I was holding onto her firm arms for support and wanted so much to please her next. Her tongue was swabbing at my honey spot so nicely, I felt that warmth that I always associated with getting myself off spread all over me, but Brooke was doing me now, and she was enjoying it so much too, I was totally in Heaven!
We dried each other off and when she put her foot on the toilet to dry herself, I went down between her lovely thighs and stroked her mostly shaved mound. She smelled so good to me, her damp pussy was so ripe for sucking! Her clit was sticking out, all ready for a nice sucking and I tongued it a few times slowly as she moaned. I grabbed her ass and launched my warm tongue into her lovely vagina, sucking and licking furiously trying to reciprocate the same fantastic feelings she had just given me. Although it was all new to me, I realized I loved sucking pussy. I couldn't wait to feel Brooke's trembling body. I wanted her moans and sighs keep going and never stop, those voices are still with me.
"Oh Dom, yes YES! I love your tongue on me! Oh God YES! YES! Ummnghhhhh!" Brooke moaned loudly as she enjoyed what I was giving back to her. Brooke forced her pussy deeper into my face as I stroked her wet vagina with my two fingers while I sucked her juicy mound. My sister is the woman who told me how to suck pussy to effect the most pleasurable response from the woman. She showed me how to slowly stroke a woman’s clitoris and hold on the right spot for a few extra seconds, which made most women squirm for more!
Brooke moaned loudly while I practiced this art of cunnilingus on her lovely pussy. She arched her back and thrust her lovely wet mound deeper into my mouth. A sudden surge of her juices filled my mouth. Her sweet fluids spread all over my lips and chin. We were both in heaven.
"Come on, sis I‘ll make you feel something different! "She said as she led me into her bedroom.
"I want to introduce you to tribbing. We'll sit sort of opposite each other and intertwine our legs and rub our clits against one another, I think you'll love it!"
On her bed, she put her back against the headboard and I was propped up against the front as we rubbed our clits together with the help of some good lubricant she applied. Brooke's strong arm muscles always turned me on, as our thighs intertwined, our pussies clashed in a surprising amount of warm sensations which kept building for both of us. I wanted so much to touch and fondle her beautiful bouncing breasts her super erect brown nipples were so enticing! Somehow we held each other's hands as we rocked and rubbed our clits together that afternoon. It was total ecstasy!
Our eyes locked onto one another as we gave each other the same pleasure!
As new as this was for me, I must've done something right. Brooke seemed to come first. As our clits engaged perfectly, we found that optimal position and rocked and humped each other with lustful abandon.
"Oh fuck YES! Fuck my pussy with your lovely clit, Brooke!" I screamed at her as I squeezed her hand tighter. "Yeah, Dom, fuck yeah, you feel so fuckin' great, Ummnnghh!" Brooke whined at me, her body looked so fuckin’ hot to me.
She arched her back and forced her body into mine, our clits massaged each other in the oily wetness of our pre cum juices. I couldn't take watching her bouncing breasts any longer. "Ummmmnn GOD!!" I moaned as I went down and sucked on her luscious pussy once more.
My hungry mouth instantly found her lovely extended clitoris and I sucked on that love bud hard and flicked my tongue madly at her swollen clitoris. Brooke arched her back as thrust after thrust soaked my young face with her sweet and salty juices!
Later that same night she put on her strap on and fucked me really hard, like I've never had with a guy. We were both all over each other. l loved sucking her pussy and she adored playing with my breasts and nipples. We paused, and held one another for a long while. Then Brooke told me,
"Dom, I want you to fuck me now, let yourself go, fuck me really hard, I want to feel your lovely thighs banging against my ass and feel that hard phallus in my pussy!"
I loved wearing her strap on and giving my older stepsister all that pleasure. Afterwards she confessed I was one of her best lovers, I was so appreciative of her thoughts for me.
The next day, I was a bit afraid she would act like nothing happened, but instead picked up where we had left off in so many ways. After I made us breakfast she cornered me and insisted I get some pictures for a modeling portfolio together. Brooke had some friends with connections in that business so I took her advice.
Brooke had just graduated with a communications degree and was interviewing for a few journalism positions in and out of town. In only a few months she would land a job that would propel her career to new heights, but also separate us by thousands of miles. Before she left for a business appointment that next day she told me,
"Dom, I want to tell you I So enjoyed our time last night. It meant so much to me that you were so open to it and I will always love you, no matter what happens, okay?" We looked into each others eyes with an intimacy which I will never forget.
One night after we made torrid love together she said to me,
"Look Dom, I still enjoy men, and you'll probably still enjoy guys too, but this can be our little secret place to enjoy these pleasures and feelings in a really safe way. And I love you in so many ways, like a sister but also I have to admit, you're such a fantastic lover!" Brooke kissed me and we laughed and had a wonderful weekend together, just the two of us.
By the time we went our own ways, our love had grown so strong as sisters, lovers and close friends, I knew that when she returned we'd still have something very special and intense. We kept in close contact, she still acted like my older sister sometimes warning me about other guys, business relationships and the like, and I would remind her how beautiful a woman she was, and that must've meant so much to her. She sent me gifts all the time and called in the middle of the night too, just to chat.
Deep down I not only trusted Brooke emotionally, I realized later that because of our intense sexual relationship, she had helped me see myself as a gay woman. I was so attracted to her in every way!
Other lovers would have to measure up in so many ways to what she was and how well she treated me. The many nights we kissed and caressed endlessly on the floor, our beds, wearing nothing or just in our panties, she'd always get me off into another form of ecstasy!
Now totally on my own and at 32, I'd look at a few private pictures we'd taken together and I'd go back to getting myself off, remembering her touch and what she meant to me. I'd fondle my breasts through my tee shirt. My nips got so taut I dreamed of her placing her mouth on them. In my fantasy we'd be fucking and sucking before long, then tribbing and sucking each other off into multiple orgasms before falling into bed together.
Brooke had become the co-anchor of a cable news show and was finally at the top of her game. Then one night she got taken from us by a drunk driver. She was in the back seat of a black car limo coming home from a late-night shift. The guy T- boned the limo and killed her suddenly. I was devastated. For months, I grieved heavily. I saw a few therapists and studied books on Death and Dying, but it all was too much. I began drinking and smoking crack. My modeling career was on hold. I lapsed into someone dark and foreboding. Constantly running away from my feelings, my pain. I found myself walking the streets, turning tricks to keep myself high. That's when I met Michel.
CH 2 Meeting Michel
It was a rainy night in the late August. I was wearing a black leather mini skirt and a knit top with no bra, allowing my breasts to be seen openly in the dim light of the streets. But compared to my competition, I was dressed conservatively. Somehow I wondered into this guy’s house in the hopes of trying to score some crack. The guys place was about to get busted and a narc cop I knew told me to get lost. I ran into the street and hailed a cab. I ran like I was on fire!
I was shocked to see my driver was a hot looking woman who saw the entire scene go down as cops raided the decrepit apartment house. She was about mid thirties, like me, with big lips, and a very angular face. I was so paranoid, I though she was an undercover cop, but instead she befriended me. At that point in my life I was homeless, choosing to live with guys I'd just met or other working -women I knew. Michel saw how shaken I was and took me home to her place. When I told her what I'd gone through in the last few months, losing my step- sister and getting hooked on crack, she even offered to let me stay in her one room single room occupancy space on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I think she was an angel but maybe she knew about the drugs from her own past too.
Michel told me she wouldn't let me use crack or coke in her place but had some outrageous weed and good booze and listened to me more than anyone else could at that time. Michel was a 5 ft 10, olive skinned, big boned transsexual in the middle of her transition with a lovely pair of breasts, she'd just acquired. In some ways she reminded me of a much more feminine Tim Curry who starred in a classic movie from the 70's. She was on a full round of hormones and still had her 7" circumscribed cock, which she shaved and kept very clean and cared for. We hung out for days on end, and really got to know one another. After I told her I was lesbian she felt so much at ease, we bonded and became great friends. But I was really messed up psychologically and emotionally, and she saw me crying a lot, looking like shit and wanting to take drugs. Michel was such a Godsend at that point in my life. I owed her so much, and yet she didn't ask for anything. Until I realized she was very attracted to me.
Michel used her taxicab, which she only rented on weekends mostly as a means to meet other guys and women. She had won a settlement in a bad accident, which allowed her to live a frugal but easy lifestyle. She enjoyed the taxi despite its dangers, but had met more than a few good friends and lovers through the work. She told me it was better than doing marketing calls or turning tricks in dangerous areas. She'd tried waiting tables but was sensitive to the strange looks and remarks about her appearance.
One night in her small studio, I was helping her with outfits, she was naked, and her big cock got hard, I asked her if she wanted me to play with it. We stood there and laughed, but I was turned on to her by then, so I kissed her and held her close. I loved the shape of her breasts even if they weren't real, they had a nice feel to them and she adored me touching her. Michel's cock got harder and I went down and sucked on it. Michel played with her breasts, her wide nipples were not sensitive to touch but she enjoyed having them fondled. I reached up and fondled them while I sucked away on her immense hard on. Then I came up and sucked on her breasts and she kissed me passionately.
"Oh Dominique, I've been wanting you to touch me like this for weeks now!"
It was my first experience with a transsexual and it was a bit strange but her body was so feminine she really did deserve to be touched and loved.
"Oh Dom, you suck me so well, oh, fuck I wish I could come, but it just gets hard and harder and nothing happens. I massaged her balls, licked them and placed her cock between my warm breasts. I knew most men loved that, and inside her brain she was still masculine in some ways, I believed. I squeezed my breasts together, put some mineral oil on her hardness.
"Michel, I want you to fuck my tits. Just so this for you! Try to let it go. Let your hormones do whatever they want, don't prejudge what you think should happen," I said, as I stroked her lovely hard cock with one hand and tweaked her nipple with the other. I was quite aroused by then too!
Michel listened to me, and thrust her body into mine. Her oily cock rose up and down between my nice breasts as I watched her eyes close and Michel enjoyed every moment of this unusual thing for her. I squeezed my breasts around her massive hard on as she fucked my breasts with increasing force. Her pace quickened, her hips tightened, as the crown of her thick cock got very red with the blood rushing through it. "Oh fuck YEAH!" She moaned loudly, she squeezed my arm tightly. A geyser of creamy cum shot out onto my chest and another landed on my nipple. I reached down and swabbed it and smeared it all over me, then I told her to bring her cock to my face and I sucked her lovely cock dry.
"Oh God Yes Dominique!" Michel moaned, as she fell back and relaxed into the orgasmic bliss of her moment.
Michel was the type of person to always reciprocate and went down on me. She sucked my wanting pussy so nice with her gentle fingers she waited till I was nice and hot before getting rougher and fucking my pussy into a great frothing orgasm. Although she couldn't get herself off again, she enjoyed rubbing her lovely nips on my soaking wet clit, which felt great and looked even better from my point of view.
We made love a few times after that, but Michel would bring home older guys who wanted a threesome and I wasn't up for all of that, so we drifted apart sexually after that, but we stayed close friends. At this low point in my life, Michel was my only friend, he'd saved me from myself and I owed him but wouldn't indulge in sex which I couldn't enjoy.
Michel wanted me to meet a designer of swim ware for an interview as an intern designer. I was hoping to get a foothold in the business and this seemed like a good opportunity. The woman lived on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and was apparently single and very successful. What Michel didn't tell me was she was a complete knockout of a woman, physically. He hadn't seen her in years, but they had just communicated via text and email. I was a bit intimidated to go on this interview, as I had only been designing things mostly for myself, but Michel insisted that this woman needed a model she could trust for a new line, and I would be given the chance to offer my ideas.
"Listen Dom, I really want you to meet this woman. Marion is a self-made woman who designs and manufacturers her own swim ware line. I used to help her out years ago when she got started, but I cannot tell you more about her business, as I don't know where she's at with that right now. She's a remarkable woman, and I told her about your modeling career. She's looking for a woman who can model and offer suggestions on comfort, lifestyle choices and all that stuff, are you up to meet her?"
"Sure, I'd love to meet her,"
CH 3 My last chance at love and success
So Michel set this meeting up in the evening on Friday night. I was a more than a little intimidated, as I hadn't modeled in a while, and although I was still in good shape physically, I was very unsure what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
Before I went on the interview, I pinned Michel down to give me more background on this woman. I knew Michel knew more about her than he was leading me on to believe. He told me Marion was a very attractive woman in her late 40's who had divorced her husband over ten years ago when she discovered him cheating on her with a young blonde office worker from his law firm. Her successful business allowed her to keep the condo on Fifth Avenue she got in the divorce and soon would acquire enough wealth to have apartments in Paris, Marseilles and even one in Barcelona. She loved to travel and enjoyed living large but came from humble beginnings in Brooklyn. Her dad was a garment worker who developed a drinking habit. Her mom was a raging co- dependent person who always defended her husband, no matter what. Marion was an only child and used fantasy and her love for fancy clothes to escape the abusive home. Her parents scraped enough to send her to a good private college, and she never looked back.
Marion opened the door and was surprised to see how young I looked. In front of me was this strikingly beautiful woman who wore a fashionable business outfit to meet me, even though it was in her apartment.
"Hi Dominique, I'm so happy you could come up to meet me so soon! Michel told me only great things about you! Can I get you something to drink? I' m having some home made iced tea.
"Sure, I'd love some iced tea!"
"By the way, just so you know, I don't drink anymore. I'll have some for entertaining people and clients but I stopped drinking liquor a few years ago. I want to keep my body in shape, and even wine throws me off, physically.
"I know what you mean," I said. "I couldn't drink wine anymore, too weak! I needed vodka or tequila to get me off the last time I indulged,"
"Please make yourself comfortable," She said, motioning me to sit on the modern couch. Her apartment was decorated in a modernistic theme, with a few area rugs and very simple but tasteful furniture. A wide screen TV hung on the wall and there was a small bar in the corner for entertaining.
Marion's outfit was a sleeveless low cut, cream-colored blouse, which highlighted her well-toned arms and abundant cleavage. I was always a poor judge of size, but I guessed she may've been a 38D. I could barely keep my eyes from wandering back to her lovely breasts as we chatted. Her well-tanned body spoke of opulence and sophistication, but her attitude was real and honest. Her flowing expensive silk blouse was also accessorized with an expensive pearl necklace which matched a gorgeous pair of diamond earrings. This woman put on all her bling to meet me, I thought!
Marion didn't want to waste any time, she was very interested in finding the right woman to model for her business, but first, she insisted we just talk about life. She shared about her upbringing in Brooklyn, her marriage, her divorce and her life style now. As Marion spoke and I realized immediately we had so much in common. She had the poise and confidence which I had always sought for myself. She didn't tell me all about her life, but enough for me to understand that she was driven to have a full life and a creative business, and have lots of fun along the way.
"Although I could sit back and let someone else run my company, I like to be in control. I also like to treat my workers very well and demand absolute trust and devotion to my product line. Which means you have to sign paperwork saying you will not disclose any information to anyone about the line, at all, are you okay with that?" Marion asked me, with a deliberate tone in her voice.
"Marion, yes absolutely fine with signing that."
"OK well, you do have a beautiful body. I can see that and I’m sure you have modeling experience, but I'd need to see you in some of my clothes tonight, are you up for that? Do you have time to stay for a while?"
"Of course, I appreciate the chance to work and learn from someone of your stature in this business, thanks for the opportunity!"
"Great, but first tell me something about yourself. Please share with me about your upbringing, college if any, and why you went into modeling,"
"Sure,"
Suddenly, I felt more comfortable with her. Marion seemed down to earth and not uptight like many company owners. She listened intently to me, looking right into my eyes most of the time we were seated across from one another. I shared my interest in designing especially swim ware and casual clothing, but I had no portfolio whatsoever so I wasn't going to impress her with anything I'd done. I was a bit distracted by her appearance as she was a very alluring woman in her tight skirt and low cut blouse. I was also surprised she wasn't married again or talking about a guy in her life in any way. Her fragrance was also very intriguing and almost intoxicating. I drank the iced tea and told her about Brooke and our relationship. I didn't want to hide anything. I decided to tell her that I preferred women and was still searching for the right person to be with long term.
"And after Brooke, I sort fell away from modeling. No, I m sorry, I dropped out completely. I 'm still recovering from some alcohol and drug abuse, to be frank. I'm also not even sure how long I'll_"
"Dominique, you don't have to say anymore. I completely understand I've gone through similar things in my life, and maybe I can help you out, now"
"That's such a terrible loss for you. I m really sorry," Marion said sadly. I could see this woman's compassion and heartfelt emotions were genuine.
Marion was sitting across from me for most of our talk, but after I mentioned Brooke, she moved closer and sat right next to me on the couch.
"We actually have much in common in our pasts, Dominique. We both came from alcoholic families and were abused to some degree. I'd love to talk with you woman to woman sometimes about all of this in our past"
"I feel very comfortable around you, Dominique and I hope you can feel that way with me also as we work together," Marion offered.
"I do.” I paused for a while to compose myself. “I did feel very at ease telling you about my step sister and everything that's transpired afterward with my life, and I m not sure why I feel so comfortable, I just met you!" I laughed and she smiled back at me.
"So what I'm doing is expanding my established swim ware line to add a lingerie line, along with many different things for today's women, especially women of your generation,"
"I'll need your feedback and your ideas and maybe if we work together well, there could be some good perks as well as bonuses!"
"This sounds great to me! How can I help you tonight?" I was already excited about the financial possibilities and wanted to see her line of lingerie.
"Well Dominique, I will need to see your body and put you in some lingerie which is laid out on my bed right now. Can we go inside?"
"Of course, please!" I said following her into her bedroom of the large condo apartment.
Marion had very discerning tastes in colors. Dark purple bedspreads, light green walls with painted murals on one, an Egyptian rug hung on another. Rare earth gems were on shelves, statues of goddesses, pictures of herself at different times of her life.
"Can I see your back? Stand up, but take off your blouse Dominique," I was wearing a very simple sleeveless blouse with an abstract pattern on it. I was wearing my Victoria Secret push up bra to highlight my breasts, so after I unbuttoned the blouse, Marion instinctively undid my bra.
"You have a wondrous body my dear, simply wondrous. Your breasts are so natural and your lovely shoulders are extremely sensuous, has anyone told you that yet? "No, you're the first to say that," I stammered out, I was taken back by her honesty.
"I can tell you used to swim is that correct, or was that a bad guess?"
"Yes, you're correct. I swam in high school and a bit afterward for fun in college, but I,” My voice trailed off as she spoke.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, if you get this job you'll have access to a wonderful pool, It's one of the perks," Marion said proudly.
"Hmnnn, ok can you turn around so I can see your front and legs?" Marion studied me closely. Somewhere along the way into her bedroom, she opened the top button on her blouse, allowing her breasts to be even more visible.
I was still wearing my thong as she put her hand on my waist and turned me slowly towards her. Her warm hand so close to my pussy, made me tremble in anticipation.
"Oh my, very nice! Yes, you are a lovely woman!"
"Thank you, Marion," I desperately wanted to return the compliment and tell her that I found her absolutely stunningly sexy but I kept it professional.
The condo was warm and cozy, but my nipples were erect. Marion observed my shoulders and dark brown hair, which fell over them carefully. Marion touched my shoulder softly and ran her fingers slowly through my hair. She smiled at me after touching me, I felt so comfortable around this beautiful woman, even though we'd just met.
"Ok so lets put you into this red lace negligee first. This negligee is made from a new composite material, which is softer than silk and yet stronger to resist being taken out of shape,” She said, as she handed me her first piece of erotic wear. The negligee was sleeveless and transparent like many are, but it felt so soft and nice on me. The comfort of many lingerie items can be very questionable, but this was very easy to wear.
"Can I ask you to take off your thong and put on the matching red lace panties there?"
Marion took my thong from me and looked into them as if they were a competing piece of lingerie. Then she smelled the thong carefully and smiled at me. "You have a lovely fragrance Dominique," Marion said smiling again at me.
"Are you a 36-24-36?" She asked casually. "No, I believe I'm a 37-28- 36 actually"
"Hmmn, don't mind me, I want to see how you're filling out this negligee," Marion slowly walked around me seeing how the fit was and softly touching my bottom, the back of my thighs.
"Sure, do whatever you need to, Marion" I enjoyed her touch. It was extremely gentle and yet, felt very informed and sensuous.
My nips were hard as nails, as she put her firm hands on my waist and tightened the little belt that came with the outfit to make my breasts stand out. My dark brown nips tented the material nicely, making a sensuous appearance to her lingerie.
She grabbed for her cell phone and snapped a pic of my profile with my nips almost sticking out the thin fabric of the negligee.
"I need to document how it's fitting and will be taking loads of pictures which will only be used in house for now," Marion assured me.
"I'm totally fine with you taking any pictures you need," I said calmly. Maybe later she'll let me take a few of her, I thought.
Then she came around the back and made sure the lace was sitting properly on my shoulders and allowing my bottom to show.
"Ok, can I ask you to bend over slightly, hold onto the bed post for support if you'd like" I followed her direction exactly, which made an impression on her. Her previous models balked at her insistence on seeing her lingerie from all vantage points, Marion shared with me later.
"I need to assess how my panties are measuring up to this kind of a stretch so please keep your legs together a bit now please," she asked firmly. Marion dropped to her knees and got right under my pussy, she pulled her red-laced panties down a few inches and placed her nose right against the fabric.
"Yes that's perfect, thanks Dom,"
She was the first woman to call me "Dom" since my sister died, and it meant so much to me that she felt comfortable with me as a model. She stayed between my legs looking carefully and gently touching my curves and special places. I didn't mind. I felt her breathing there for a long moment as she took in the fragrance of my pussy and her lace. It felt nice.
"How do the panties feel? Please walk around then get on the bed and strike the most sensuous pose you can back to me, so I can see your comfort level,"
I walked around the carpeted bedroom and swung my legs onto her lush high bed. I crossed and uncrossed my legs on the bed, leaning on my arms, my back straight up, breasts still pouting back at her.
"Ok now place your legs apart and stroke your pussy lips, very slowly through the fabric Dom,"
"Do you want me to masturbate for you or just touch myself gently?"
"Well, I just want to see you do something erotic with your fingers and your pussy, you don't need to do more than touch yourself, for now," I wanted to see her naked, to place my mouth on her sex and feel her warmth. Marion was turning me on in ways I'd never experienced. Was it the interview, the test of my will power to not tear off her clothes and fuck her right there? I wasn't sure, but it felt so good to be with this woman.
I touched myself making my lips separate with a slight flick, I wished she could see my clitoris, as it was already very swollen! Marion looked ever so closely at the panties. They outlined my vulva nicely and even with the lace it still felt very comfortable. The look of lust on her face was unmistakable. I saw an insatiable side of this woman in that face, it was highly erotic and made me want to please her even more.
"How do the panties feel?" "Good, very comfortable! They're not too tight, I like the fit really well,"
"Ok now I want you to put your feet on the carpet, use your right arm to support yourself behind you as you lean basically 45 degrees towards me," Marion was at the foot of the bed standing. "I want you to gently and slowly begin to remove the panties, first slowly pull them down so your pussy is visible and then your ass and then just move them to your legs, keeping your lovely legs together,"
She snapped a few more in that prone position with my labia showing, her panties below.
"Turn your lower body towards me Dom, I need to see your labia a bit more from this angle, thanks!" Marion directed me. I couldn't help but notice her free hand move to her ample breast as she fondled herself. She was obviously very attracted to what she was seeing!
"Ok, now come here and take off the negligee and panties all the way, we're going to change into other outfits,”
She showed me a pair of black lace garters and fishnet stockings which I put on. She added a very similar thong with a nice pad inside it and another thong with a wide slit in it so my labia could stick out. I was partial to the black knits, they're so popular but these had a special feel to them. The material was similar to the negligee and had a high comfort level.
I pranced around, striking some outrageously sexy poses, sticking out my tongue, gesturing with my hands. Marion enjoyed it all and took loads of pictures.
"Yes I designed these especially for some gay women I know who asked for something like this," Marion commented.
Then there were a few really nice colorful but racy swimwear outfits which I enjoyed wearing. I walked slowly around her bedroom modeling and letting her see the "fit-up close" a few more times. She enjoyed pulling down the bottoms to see how much stretch there was in different positions. She was very thorough!
Marion needed to get under my pussy as I stood up tall, and see the fit but also take in my fragrance and the view of my clit which was now very noticeable.
One of the last bikinis she'd asked me to model put me on her bed lifting my naked leg high, showing off her skimpy but supportive top as I rested on my hand as I noticed that she had slipped out of her tight skirt and was only in her thong and bra.
"It's too hot in here now, and we're making so much progress. I'm much more comfortable in this, are you okay?" "Absolutely!! You have a marvelous body Marion! I could look at you all night long too!" I finally told her.
She smiled and motioned me over to un-tie the strings of this suit behind my neck.
"This one is my swim wear outfit with a lacy type bra, she helped me into it, holding my breasts as I got the tie strings around my neck, then she quickly turned around and tied the strings for me. Marion pressed her half-naked body into mine after the suit was already tied. Her body felt so warm and sexy next to mine, I wanted her so much! The feel of her immense breasts crushing into my back was heavenly! She held me tightly by my arms. I was submissive but didn't speak, I wanted her to take me.
"Dom, your arms are so attractive as are your breasts. They're perfect you know, and natural," She whispered.
"I had my boobs done a few years ago, I like them but they're not like yours, totally natural and homegrown,"
I turned around quickly and put my hands on her lovely breasts and finally touched them.
"Marion, I love the way your breasts feel, they feel as natural as mine but bigger and fuller. Personally, I love larger breasts. I was considering getting mine augmented, but didn't have the money,"
"Walk around for me please, let me see how it fits and shakes out," Marion said, trying to change the topic so she could stay focused.
I did what she asked then sat back on the bed in a seductive pose, looking right back at her. But I had to adjust the top a bit, it was crimping by my right armpit. Marion rushed over, did something to the top part and took a few more pictures.
“I need to see inside this top a second, she said. Marion sat next to me we were closer than we'd been all night so far. I leaned in and smelled her fragrance and hair. She took off the top, my breasts were exposed, I decided to share my feelings about her.
"Marion, I love your breasts, they're so HOT! You have such a marvelous cleavage and I'm very envious!" I said, trying to dispel her comparison between our breasts.
Marion fastened the top but had to undo it again. She was flustered. I wondered if I had caused it. She finally got it back on and took it off once more! I was sure I had created some discord in her mind.
"I can't get it the way you deserve to have this, damn! I know this is strange, but I m so distracted!" She stroked my arms and fondled my breasts again. Her fingers pinched my nipple, she leaned down and kissed and caressed them. Her tongue found my erect nipple and concentrated on it for a nice while. We both knew where this was going. We were too hot for each other to make believe this work session could continue.
"They're SO nice, I couldn't resist touching them once more," Marion said almost apologizing for being aroused by my breasts, she was so embarrassed!
"I loved you sucking my nipple, please don't apologize," I demanded.
I reached out and touched her lovely arm, she looked right at me our lips met for a passionate first kiss. Our tongues met as our bodies embraced. I held her tight and took in her scent, which made me even more turned on.
I began to kiss her body and wanted to see her naked already.
"Oh, ummmgnnh, yes touch me, kiss me, make love to me Dom," Marion was more starved for affection and love than I was. It was strange but lovely all the same.
"Ummgnn" She moaned again more loudly. We kissed and caressed each other wildly. I took off her bra, those massive 38D breasts fell into my hands as I kissed them and caressed her taut dark brown nipples. Her nipples felt so yummy between my fingers. I pinched them lightly and she moaned in response.
"Oh Dom! Yes, YES suck on my nips oh, I'm so fuckin’ horny for your body!" We pulled back the blankets and got next to each other.
"I feel so close to you, Marion"
"Dom, I promise I don't do this with all my models, but I'm so attracted to you!" "Don't talk, kiss me!" I persisted.
"Tell me what you like, I want to please you so much Dominique!" She pleaded with me, as our hands explored each other's bodies
"I want to suck your pussy so much," I admitted. "Sit on my face first!"
"Oh fuck! I LOVE THAT!" she giggled. Marion straddled my face and supported herself with the help of the massive headboard of her bed. Her lovely pussy mound was mostly shaved with a neat little triangle of pubic hair above. Her labia was dark and thick, and her clit was so prominent, it stuck out a good amount when I tasted it for the first time. I smelled her vaginal sweetness and stuck my tongue in with delight as I supported her firm muscular ass with my hands. I swabbed her clit a few dozen times and then planted my sharp tongue on it, wedged it between my lip and massaged it more with the tip of my tongue. She went wild, holding my head in place.
“Don’t stop, right there! Oh my YES!” Marion cried out.
"Oh God, you taste so delicious!" I said as I pulled out after my first few minutes of sucking her. I went back in and used my fingers and tongue simultaneously. She was moaned and gyrated her hips as I finger fucked her wetness into a nice state. I concentrated on just sucking her clitoris, moving my lips and tongue around, grabbing her lovely thick clit with my lips and tonguing her clit madly until I felt her entire body tense up and she let go with a really loud moan which shook the room. Her juices flooded my mouth as I struggled to keep up with swallowing her luscious cum juices. Her entire body quivered with enjoyment.
She got off of me and kissed me, sucking in her own fluids with our saliva and then took my body and began humping me wildly.
Marion placed herself on a 90 degree angle to my legs. We found a comfortable position to trib as I let her rub her sopping wet pussy on mine as we tribbed our hot bodies into a mutual state of orgasmic bliss.
I was surprised how aroused it got me as I orgasmed. I shook with lust for Marion as my hips gyrated into her lovely firm body. But she wasn't done with me yet. She went down on my pussy with a hearty lustful abandon! She fingered me nicely and sucked my clit so well, I exploded with a few more intense orgasms which seemed to last for several minutes.
"You're SO fuckin' HOT Marion! Really, Oh my GOD!" I cried a few dozen times.
We stayed in each other arms for a long while then she caressed slowly in that Jacuzzi! We both laughed and shared about our lives together that night. In the hot tub, I fucked her with a strap on which she brought with her. She knelt over the side as I stood in the tub and fucked her so slowly while I caressed those lovely huge orbs of hers! She enjoyed my touch and then I wanted her big phallus inside of me too. We fucked a few more times and then kissed and caressed each other in her hot tub until we were spent.
I was shocked to realize Marion was just getting started! She modeled for me and showed me exactly what she wanted. I kissed her and caressed her so many times, she exclaimed, "I've never had sex like that, Dom! We’ve got to do this a much as we can!
I want to see you as much as want me,”
“I desire you Marion, you made me feel So Great!” I shared honestly.
"I wanted to rip your dress off the moment you began touching me!" "Oh my God! Your touch, your words, and feelings, were making me crazy!" I finally confessed.
It was a warm spring morning, the sun was nowhere in sight yet but the sounds of the city had calmed to moderate hum.
“I want to take you to my rooftop patio, we can be totally naked there with no worries!” Marion implored.
We donned luscious bathrobes under our naked bodies and walked up a flight of internal stairs to a wide view of the western skyline with Central Park in the foreground.
“Oh my what a view!” I was aghast at the opulence she had at her disposal.
“Yes it's really great when the sun is setting, this view is to the west,” Marion said, caressing my body slowly as we embraced standing there in our robes.
She threw her robe off and took off mine as her toys fell out of the pocket landing on the wide patterned bed.
Marion surprised me by pushing me down into the plush extra wide patio furniture. She got on top of me and began humping my pussy wildly.
“I m so horny for your gorgeous body Dom!”
I held her for a moment and kissed her passionately.
“I love being with you Marion, you’re SO hot and a fantastic lover!”
We made love right there once again, in the warm dark early morning night. Our tongues met and our juices exchanged for a few more hours before we fell asleep with her plush robes covering most of our bodies. The dawn approached as I sat up with my robe on admiring the colors of the morning changing rapidly in front of me.
I had been running all my life from pain and terrible things, most of which I had done to myself. Now I was finally with a woman I enjoyed and wanted to be with all the time.
Marion awoke and joined me as we silently looked out at the city waking up to a new day. “It was our new day too,” I said to her.
“I’m finally finished running away, can I be with you only?”
“Yes Dominique, I want that for us,” As we kissed and hugged
on her luxury rooftop patio, I knew I was where I needed to be.
End of Story.
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© Sappholust 2019 CH 1 My Step Sister Brooke
The sound of the slap of his large hand against my face was one of the worst sounds I'd experienced in my eighteen years. My dad was a drunk. He'd already just about killed my Mom, my older brother had left home only a few weeks ago after my older step-sister Brooke was hurt even worse than I was by this monster of a parent. The night he knocked me down, I fell halfway down the stairs towards our basement. I was lucky enough to have regained my balance and stumbled back to my room to hide from him. I was hurt, stunned and more determined than ever to escape the house I lived in up until then with my stepsister, who I looked up to and admired.
Brooke was a stunning woman of 21 when I was only 18. She taught me everything I needed to know about life, women and men, birth control and unfortunately, drugs. We were always close and got along super-well especially for being stepsisters. I guess it's normal for a younger sister to look up to her older sibling, even if we only had our Mom in common. Mom had divorced her dad early on and left us to fend for ourselves as he was a deadbeat and disappeared. He was a mix of African and Egyptian, and although he was educated, he was a very stupid man to leave our Mom in such a hurry.
I'm Dominique and I'm half Jewish and half Italian, raised by loving Mom who taught me art, music and made me get good grades in school. When I was younger I had the body of a young woman. My figure had begun to come into its own so quickly. I was around a 34 32 34 shape in high school, and because I was on the swim team, I had the body of a young athlete. At 18, I'm more of 36 32 34 and still enjoy working out and all sorts of sports, especially swimming.
My cell phone rang one afternoon. It was my brother Carl telling me our dad had been crushed to death on his job by a huge shredding machine that's used for wood and paper. He'd been seen drinking on the job again that afternoon. What a surprise. My Mom had been recovering in a hospital from her last fall down the stairs, a disputed claim to be sure, according to the police report. I called the number my brother had left me to contact the detective who had gone through my dad's wallet. I told him we weren't going to claim the body, that the city should dispose of it any way they wanted to, and if he had a problem to contact my Mom later.
Carl, Brooke and myself met at the hospital to be with my Mom and we all decided to use my dad's meager insurance and pension to relocate to somewhere else in America. My Mom understood our anger but she eventually claimed his body and had it cremated, but dumped the ashes in the garbage when they arrived a few weeks later. Our small family was always moving around when I was young, and now, once again we were on the run once more. What were we running from?
A few weeks later, my Mom went back to work and Brooke and I were alone in the house together. She was always into healthy stuff like yoga and making good meals for us. I remember this time so vividly because it was my first time with another woman. Brooke was showing me a few yoga poses and we were stretching on the floor sitting upright, flexing our hamstrings. She gently touched my arms, stroking them as I flexed my legs. Brooke loved to wear leggings over her Danskins with only a sleeveless one tee- shirt, which highlighted her well toned arms. She had the most attractive body. Guys would fall over her to get her attention all the time, but that day she was into me in a big way. I was so flattered and appreciative. Truth be told when I look back, I was always attracted to Brooke.
"Dom, you are really coming into your own now, you have a wonderful figure, so I want you to promise me you'll keep working on it, even if I' m not around okay?"
"Brooke, sure. Are you heading out on your own again?" I wondered why she had to leave so soon. I missed her so much when she'd disappear for days on end, to escape the madness and abuse at home.
"Don t sweat, I'm not moving far, and besides, I love hangin' with my cute sister," then she leaned over and kissed me. It was a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss was so innocent. I turned my face to meet her lips and we kissed, and just kept going. She put her hand on my face and kissed me again more passionately. Our tongues met. It felt so natural, as it still does to this day, even with other women. She definitely opened something up in me that day.
After she stroked my arm, she positioned herself behind me and cupped my breasts in her hands, and leaned forward to smell my hair and neck. I was wearing my sports bra, and my nipples rose to attention at her light touch. It was a loving gesture, and it turned me on dramatically. I know she felt it too. "I've always admired your perfect breasts, Dominique. They're so nice to touch too, you could model right now, you know," "Ummnggnh, what you're doing feels so good!" I let her know right away, I wanted more. I threw my head back and swooned into her embrace as she held me tight.
Brooke put her hand on my tummy and worked her fingers into my shorts and found my pussy. By the time she got there, my mound was moist with warm pussy juices. I quivered with need and anxiousness, wanting to be touched, yet so new to this wonderful sensation of another woman!
"Is it okay if I touch you there, Dom? You're so sexy!" It felt so natural. By asking me, it just reinforced my feelings that this was what I wanted.
"Brooke, YES! I love your touch, please keep going!" I whispered.
She got up and took off her Danskin, leaving on her top. She had some black lacy panties on, and the scent of her sex permeated my senses, I wanted to see her naked body and feel her all over me.
"Lets get naked Brooke and shower first. I want to feel your body next to mine in the shower! " I offered.
"Great idea, sis!"
We kissed and caressed each other on the way to the bathroom. Brooke had me wrapped around her emotionally already and was tying the knot sexually. I was SO into discovering this new side of me!
A few minutes later we were undressing each other in the bathroom. Steam filled up the room, making it nice and warm. We kissed slowly at first, I felt her lovely taut nipples against mine as we hugged and kissed more passionately. My fingers dropped to her firm ass as I fondled her amazingly firm butt. Brooke dropped down to her knees as I leaned against the shower stall, the warm water splashing all over us as she parted my labia and licked my pussy for the first time. Her tongue felt so good, her experienced fingers fondled my nips and butt at the same time.
I'd only let one guy to this to me before and he didn’t have a clue what to do, so Brooke was my first real oral sex partner and she was an expert. She softly peeled away my short black hairs and found my clit fast and sucked on it with a regular rhythm, which shook my loins till I screamed in joy as my endorphins rushed through my brain with those lovely feelings.
All the while Brooke was sucking me I was holding onto her firm arms for support and wanted so much to please her next. Her tongue was swabbing at my honey spot so nicely, I felt that warmth that I always associated with getting myself off spread all over me, but Brooke was doing me now, and she was enjoying it so much too, I was totally in Heaven!
We dried each other off and when she put her foot on the toilet to dry herself, I went down between her lovely thighs and stroked her mostly shaved mound. She smelled so good to me, her damp pussy was so ripe for sucking! Her clit was sticking out, all ready for a nice sucking and I tongued it a few times slowly as she moaned. I grabbed her ass and launched my warm tongue into her lovely vagina, sucking and licking furiously trying to reciprocate the same fantastic feelings she had just given me. Although it was all new to me, I realized I loved sucking pussy. I couldn't wait to feel Brooke's trembling body. I wanted her moans and sighs keep going and never stop, those voices are still with me.
"Oh Dom, yes YES! I love your tongue on me! Oh God YES! YES! Ummnghhhhh!" Brooke moaned loudly as she enjoyed what I was giving back to her. Brooke forced her pussy deeper into my face as I stroked her wet vagina with my two fingers while I sucked her juicy mound. My sister is the woman who told me how to suck pussy to effect the most pleasurable response from the woman. She showed me how to slowly stroke a woman’s clitoris and hold on the right spot for a few extra seconds, which made most women squirm for more!
Brooke moaned loudly while I practiced this art of cunnilingus on her lovely pussy. She arched her back and thrust her lovely wet mound deeper into my mouth. A sudden surge of her juices filled my mouth. Her sweet fluids spread all over my lips and chin. We were both in heaven.
"Come on, sis I‘ll make you feel something different! "She said as she led me into her bedroom.
"I want to introduce you to tribbing. We'll sit sort of opposite each other and intertwine our legs and rub our clits against one another, I think you'll love it!"
On her bed, she put her back against the headboard and I was propped up against the front as we rubbed our clits together with the help of some good lubricant she applied. Brooke's strong arm muscles always turned me on, as our thighs intertwined, our pussies clashed in a surprising amount of warm sensations which kept building for both of us. I wanted so much to touch and fondle her beautiful bouncing breasts her super erect brown nipples were so enticing! Somehow we held each other's hands as we rocked and rubbed our clits together that afternoon. It was total ecstasy!
Our eyes locked onto one another as we gave each other the same pleasure!
As new as this was for me, I must've done something right. Brooke seemed to come first. As our clits engaged perfectly, we found that optimal position and rocked and humped each other with lustful abandon.
"Oh fuck YES! Fuck my pussy with your lovely clit, Brooke!" I screamed at her as I squeezed her hand tighter. "Yeah, Dom, fuck yeah, you feel so fuckin' great, Ummnnghh!" Brooke whined at me, her body looked so fuckin’ hot to me.
She arched her back and forced her body into mine, our clits massaged each other in the oily wetness of our pre cum juices. I couldn't take watching her bouncing breasts any longer. "Ummmmnn GOD!!" I moaned as I went down and sucked on her luscious pussy once more.
My hungry mouth instantly found her lovely extended clitoris and I sucked on that love bud hard and flicked my tongue madly at her swollen clitoris. Brooke arched her back as thrust after thrust soaked my young face with her sweet and salty juices!
Later that same night she put on her strap on and fucked me really hard, like I've never had with a guy. We were both all over each other. l loved sucking her pussy and she adored playing with my breasts and nipples. We paused, and held one another for a long while. Then Brooke told me,
"Dom, I want you to fuck me now, let yourself go, fuck me really hard, I want to feel your lovely thighs banging against my ass and feel that hard phallus in my pussy!"
I loved wearing her strap on and giving my older stepsister all that pleasure. Afterwards she confessed I was one of her best lovers, I was so appreciative of her thoughts for me.
The next day, I was a bit afraid she would act like nothing happened, but instead picked up where we had left off in so many ways. After I made us breakfast she cornered me and insisted I get some pictures for a modeling portfolio together. Brooke had some friends with connections in that business so I took her advice.
Brooke had just graduated with a communications degree and was interviewing for a few journalism positions in and out of town. In only a few months she would land a job that would propel her career to new heights, but also separate us by thousands of miles. Before she left for a business appointment that next day she told me,
"Dom, I want to tell you I So enjoyed our time last night. It meant so much to me that you were so open to it and I will always love you, no matter what happens, okay?" We looked into each others eyes with an intimacy which I will never forget.
One night after we made torrid love together she said to me,
"Look Dom, I still enjoy men, and you'll probably still enjoy guys too, but this can be our little secret place to enjoy these pleasures and feelings in a really safe way. And I love you in so many ways, like a sister but also I have to admit, you're such a fantastic lover!" Brooke kissed me and we laughed and had a wonderful weekend together, just the two of us.
By the time we went our own ways, our love had grown so strong as sisters, lovers and close friends, I knew that when she returned we'd still have something very special and intense. We kept in close contact, she still acted like my older sister sometimes warning me about other guys, business relationships and the like, and I would remind her how beautiful a woman she was, and that must've meant so much to her. She sent me gifts all the time and called in the middle of the night too, just to chat.
Deep down I not only trusted Brooke emotionally, I realized later that because of our intense sexual relationship, she had helped me see myself as a gay woman. I was so attracted to her in every way!
Other lovers would have to measure up in so many ways to what she was and how well she treated me. The many nights we kissed and caressed endlessly on the floor, our beds, wearing nothing or just in our panties, she'd always get me off into another form of ecstasy!
Now totally on my own and at 32, I'd look at a few private pictures we'd taken together and I'd go back to getting myself off, remembering her touch and what she meant to me. I'd fondle my breasts through my tee shirt. My nips got so taut I dreamed of her placing her mouth on them. In my fantasy we'd be fucking and sucking before long, then tribbing and sucking each other off into multiple orgasms before falling into bed together.
Brooke had become the co-anchor of a cable news show and was finally at the top of her game. Then one night she got taken from us by a drunk driver. She was in the back seat of a black car limo coming home from a late-night shift. The guy T- boned the limo and killed her suddenly. I was devastated. For months, I grieved heavily. I saw a few therapists and studied books on Death and Dying, but it all was too much. I began drinking and smoking crack. My modeling career was on hold. I lapsed into someone dark and foreboding. Constantly running away from my feelings, my pain. I found myself walking the streets, turning tricks to keep myself high. That's when I met Michel.
CH 2 Meeting Michel
It was a rainy night in the late August. I was wearing a black leather mini skirt and a knit top with no bra, allowing my breasts to be seen openly in the dim light of the streets. But compared to my competition, I was dressed conservatively. Somehow I wondered into this guy’s house in the hopes of trying to score some crack. The guys place was about to get busted and a narc cop I knew told me to get lost. I ran into the street and hailed a cab. I ran like I was on fire!
I was shocked to see my driver was a hot looking woman who saw the entire scene go down as cops raided the decrepit apartment house. She was about mid thirties, like me, with big lips, and a very angular face. I was so paranoid, I though she was an undercover cop, but instead she befriended me. At that point in my life I was homeless, choosing to live with guys I'd just met or other working -women I knew. Michel saw how shaken I was and took me home to her place. When I told her what I'd gone through in the last few months, losing my step- sister and getting hooked on crack, she even offered to let me stay in her one room single room occupancy space on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I think she was an angel but maybe she knew about the drugs from her own past too.
Michel told me she wouldn't let me use crack or coke in her place but had some outrageous weed and good booze and listened to me more than anyone else could at that time. Michel was a 5 ft 10, olive skinned, big boned transsexual in the middle of her transition with a lovely pair of breasts, she'd just acquired. In some ways she reminded me of a much more feminine Tim Curry who starred in a classic movie from the 70's. She was on a full round of hormones and still had her 7" circumscribed cock, which she shaved and kept very clean and cared for. We hung out for days on end, and really got to know one another. After I told her I was lesbian she felt so much at ease, we bonded and became great friends. But I was really messed up psychologically and emotionally, and she saw me crying a lot, looking like shit and wanting to take drugs. Michel was such a Godsend at that point in my life. I owed her so much, and yet she didn't ask for anything. Until I realized she was very attracted to me.
Michel used her taxicab, which she only rented on weekends mostly as a means to meet other guys and women. She had won a settlement in a bad accident, which allowed her to live a frugal but easy lifestyle. She enjoyed the taxi despite its dangers, but had met more than a few good friends and lovers through the work. She told me it was better than doing marketing calls or turning tricks in dangerous areas. She'd tried waiting tables but was sensitive to the strange looks and remarks about her appearance.
One night in her small studio, I was helping her with outfits, she was naked, and her big cock got hard, I asked her if she wanted me to play with it. We stood there and laughed, but I was turned on to her by then, so I kissed her and held her close. I loved the shape of her breasts even if they weren't real, they had a nice feel to them and she adored me touching her. Michel's cock got harder and I went down and sucked on it. Michel played with her breasts, her wide nipples were not sensitive to touch but she enjoyed having them fondled. I reached up and fondled them while I sucked away on her immense hard on. Then I came up and sucked on her breasts and she kissed me passionately.
"Oh Dominique, I've been wanting you to touch me like this for weeks now!"
It was my first experience with a transsexual and it was a bit strange but her body was so feminine she really did deserve to be touched and loved.
"Oh Dom, you suck me so well, oh, fuck I wish I could come, but it just gets hard and harder and nothing happens. I massaged her balls, licked them and placed her cock between my warm breasts. I knew most men loved that, and inside her brain she was still masculine in some ways, I believed. I squeezed my breasts together, put some mineral oil on her hardness.
"Michel, I want you to fuck my tits. Just so this for you! Try to let it go. Let your hormones do whatever they want, don't prejudge what you think should happen," I said, as I stroked her lovely hard cock with one hand and tweaked her nipple with the other. I was quite aroused by then too!
Michel listened to me, and thrust her body into mine. Her oily cock rose up and down between my nice breasts as I watched her eyes close and Michel enjoyed every moment of this unusual thing for her. I squeezed my breasts around her massive hard on as she fucked my breasts with increasing force. Her pace quickened, her hips tightened, as the crown of her thick cock got very red with the blood rushing through it. "Oh fuck YEAH!" She moaned loudly, she squeezed my arm tightly. A geyser of creamy cum shot out onto my chest and another landed on my nipple. I reached down and swabbed it and smeared it all over me, then I told her to bring her cock to my face and I sucked her lovely cock dry.
"Oh God Yes Dominique!" Michel moaned, as she fell back and relaxed into the orgasmic bliss of her moment.
Michel was the type of person to always reciprocate and went down on me. She sucked my wanting pussy so nice with her gentle fingers she waited till I was nice and hot before getting rougher and fucking my pussy into a great frothing orgasm. Although she couldn't get herself off again, she enjoyed rubbing her lovely nips on my soaking wet clit, which felt great and looked even better from my point of view.
We made love a few times after that, but Michel would bring home older guys who wanted a threesome and I wasn't up for all of that, so we drifted apart sexually after that, but we stayed close friends. At this low point in my life, Michel was my only friend, he'd saved me from myself and I owed him but wouldn't indulge in sex which I couldn't enjoy.
Michel wanted me to meet a designer of swim ware for an interview as an intern designer. I was hoping to get a foothold in the business and this seemed like a good opportunity. The woman lived on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and was apparently single and very successful. What Michel didn't tell me was she was a complete knockout of a woman, physically. He hadn't seen her in years, but they had just communicated via text and email. I was a bit intimidated to go on this interview, as I had only been designing things mostly for myself, but Michel insisted that this woman needed a model she could trust for a new line, and I would be given the chance to offer my ideas.
"Listen Dom, I really want you to meet this woman. Marion is a self-made woman who designs and manufacturers her own swim ware line. I used to help her out years ago when she got started, but I cannot tell you more about her business, as I don't know where she's at with that right now. She's a remarkable woman, and I told her about your modeling career. She's looking for a woman who can model and offer suggestions on comfort, lifestyle choices and all that stuff, are you up to meet her?"
"Sure, I'd love to meet her,"
CH 3 My last chance at love and success
So Michel set this meeting up in the evening on Friday night. I was a more than a little intimidated, as I hadn't modeled in a while, and although I was still in good shape physically, I was very unsure what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
Before I went on the interview, I pinned Michel down to give me more background on this woman. I knew Michel knew more about her than he was leading me on to believe. He told me Marion was a very attractive woman in her late 40's who had divorced her husband over ten years ago when she discovered him cheating on her with a young blonde office worker from his law firm. Her successful business allowed her to keep the condo on Fifth Avenue she got in the divorce and soon would acquire enough wealth to have apartments in Paris, Marseilles and even one in Barcelona. She loved to travel and enjoyed living large but came from humble beginnings in Brooklyn. Her dad was a garment worker who developed a drinking habit. Her mom was a raging co- dependent person who always defended her husband, no matter what. Marion was an only child and used fantasy and her love for fancy clothes to escape the abusive home. Her parents scraped enough to send her to a good private college, and she never looked back.
Marion opened the door and was surprised to see how young I looked. In front of me was this strikingly beautiful woman who wore a fashionable business outfit to meet me, even though it was in her apartment.
"Hi Dominique, I'm so happy you could come up to meet me so soon! Michel told me only great things about you! Can I get you something to drink? I' m having some home made iced tea.
"Sure, I'd love some iced tea!"
"By the way, just so you know, I don't drink anymore. I'll have some for entertaining people and clients but I stopped drinking liquor a few years ago. I want to keep my body in shape, and even wine throws me off, physically.
"I know what you mean," I said. "I couldn't drink wine anymore, too weak! I needed vodka or tequila to get me off the last time I indulged,"
"Please make yourself comfortable," She said, motioning me to sit on the modern couch. Her apartment was decorated in a modernistic theme, with a few area rugs and very simple but tasteful furniture. A wide screen TV hung on the wall and there was a small bar in the corner for entertaining.
Marion's outfit was a sleeveless low cut, cream-colored blouse, which highlighted her well-toned arms and abundant cleavage. I was always a poor judge of size, but I guessed she may've been a 38D. I could barely keep my eyes from wandering back to her lovely breasts as we chatted. Her well-tanned body spoke of opulence and sophistication, but her attitude was real and honest. Her flowing expensive silk blouse was also accessorized with an expensive pearl necklace which matched a gorgeous pair of diamond earrings. This woman put on all her bling to meet me, I thought!
Marion didn't want to waste any time, she was very interested in finding the right woman to model for her business, but first, she insisted we just talk about life. She shared about her upbringing in Brooklyn, her marriage, her divorce and her life style now. As Marion spoke and I realized immediately we had so much in common. She had the poise and confidence which I had always sought for myself. She didn't tell me all about her life, but enough for me to understand that she was driven to have a full life and a creative business, and have lots of fun along the way.
"Although I could sit back and let someone else run my company, I like to be in control. I also like to treat my workers very well and demand absolute trust and devotion to my product line. Which means you have to sign paperwork saying you will not disclose any information to anyone about the line, at all, are you okay with that?" Marion asked me, with a deliberate tone in her voice.
"Marion, yes absolutely fine with signing that."
"OK well, you do have a beautiful body. I can see that and I’m sure you have modeling experience, but I'd need to see you in some of my clothes tonight, are you up for that? Do you have time to stay for a while?"
"Of course, I appreciate the chance to work and learn from someone of your stature in this business, thanks for the opportunity!"
"Great, but first tell me something about yourself. Please share with me about your upbringing, college if any, and why you went into modeling,"
"Sure,"
Suddenly, I felt more comfortable with her. Marion seemed down to earth and not uptight like many company owners. She listened intently to me, looking right into my eyes most of the time we were seated across from one another. I shared my interest in designing especially swim ware and casual clothing, but I had no portfolio whatsoever so I wasn't going to impress her with anything I'd done. I was a bit distracted by her appearance as she was a very alluring woman in her tight skirt and low cut blouse. I was also surprised she wasn't married again or talking about a guy in her life in any way. Her fragrance was also very intriguing and almost intoxicating. I drank the iced tea and told her about Brooke and our relationship. I didn't want to hide anything. I decided to tell her that I preferred women and was still searching for the right person to be with long term.
"And after Brooke, I sort fell away from modeling. No, I m sorry, I dropped out completely. I 'm still recovering from some alcohol and drug abuse, to be frank. I'm also not even sure how long I'll_"
"Dominique, you don't have to say anymore. I completely understand I've gone through similar things in my life, and maybe I can help you out, now"
"That's such a terrible loss for you. I m really sorry," Marion said sadly. I could see this woman's compassion and heartfelt emotions were genuine.
Marion was sitting across from me for most of our talk, but after I mentioned Brooke, she moved closer and sat right next to me on the couch.
"We actually have much in common in our pasts, Dominique. We both came from alcoholic families and were abused to some degree. I'd love to talk with you woman to woman sometimes about all of this in our past"
"I feel very comfortable around you, Dominique and I hope you can feel that way with me also as we work together," Marion offered.
"I do.” I paused for a while to compose myself. “I did feel very at ease telling you about my step sister and everything that's transpired afterward with my life, and I m not sure why I feel so comfortable, I just met you!" I laughed and she smiled back at me.
"So what I'm doing is expanding my established swim ware line to add a lingerie line, along with many different things for today's women, especially women of your generation,"
"I'll need your feedback and your ideas and maybe if we work together well, there could be some good perks as well as bonuses!"
"This sounds great to me! How can I help you tonight?" I was already excited about the financial possibilities and wanted to see her line of lingerie.
"Well Dominique, I will need to see your body and put you in some lingerie which is laid out on my bed right now. Can we go inside?"
"Of course, please!" I said following her into her bedroom of the large condo apartment.
Marion had very discerning tastes in colors. Dark purple bedspreads, light green walls with painted murals on one, an Egyptian rug hung on another. Rare earth gems were on shelves, statues of goddesses, pictures of herself at different times of her life.
"Can I see your back? Stand up, but take off your blouse Dominique," I was wearing a very simple sleeveless blouse with an abstract pattern on it. I was wearing my Victoria Secret push up bra to highlight my breasts, so after I unbuttoned the blouse, Marion instinctively undid my bra.
"You have a wondrous body my dear, simply wondrous. Your breasts are so natural and your lovely shoulders are extremely sensuous, has anyone told you that yet? "No, you're the first to say that," I stammered out, I was taken back by her honesty.
"I can tell you used to swim is that correct, or was that a bad guess?"
"Yes, you're correct. I swam in high school and a bit afterward for fun in college, but I,” My voice trailed off as she spoke.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, if you get this job you'll have access to a wonderful pool, It's one of the perks," Marion said proudly.
"Hmnnn, ok can you turn around so I can see your front and legs?" Marion studied me closely. Somewhere along the way into her bedroom, she opened the top button on her blouse, allowing her breasts to be even more visible.
I was still wearing my thong as she put her hand on my waist and turned me slowly towards her. Her warm hand so close to my pussy, made me tremble in anticipation.
"Oh my, very nice! Yes, you are a lovely woman!"
"Thank you, Marion," I desperately wanted to return the compliment and tell her that I found her absolutely stunningly sexy but I kept it professional.
The condo was warm and cozy, but my nipples were erect. Marion observed my shoulders and dark brown hair, which fell over them carefully. Marion touched my shoulder softly and ran her fingers slowly through my hair. She smiled at me after touching me, I felt so comfortable around this beautiful woman, even though we'd just met.
"Ok so lets put you into this red lace negligee first. This negligee is made from a new composite material, which is softer than silk and yet stronger to resist being taken out of shape,” She said, as she handed me her first piece of erotic wear. The negligee was sleeveless and transparent like many are, but it felt so soft and nice on me. The comfort of many lingerie items can be very questionable, but this was very easy to wear.
"Can I ask you to take off your thong and put on the matching red lace panties there?"
Marion took my thong from me and looked into them as if they were a competing piece of lingerie. Then she smelled the thong carefully and smiled at me. "You have a lovely fragrance Dominique," Marion said smiling again at me.
"Are you a 36-24-36?" She asked casually. "No, I believe I'm a 37-28- 36 actually"
"Hmmn, don't mind me, I want to see how you're filling out this negligee," Marion slowly walked around me seeing how the fit was and softly touching my bottom, the back of my thighs.
"Sure, do whatever you need to, Marion" I enjoyed her touch. It was extremely gentle and yet, felt very informed and sensuous.
My nips were hard as nails, as she put her firm hands on my waist and tightened the little belt that came with the outfit to make my breasts stand out. My dark brown nips tented the material nicely, making a sensuous appearance to her lingerie.
She grabbed for her cell phone and snapped a pic of my profile with my nips almost sticking out the thin fabric of the negligee.
"I need to document how it's fitting and will be taking loads of pictures which will only be used in house for now," Marion assured me.
"I'm totally fine with you taking any pictures you need," I said calmly. Maybe later she'll let me take a few of her, I thought.
Then she came around the back and made sure the lace was sitting properly on my shoulders and allowing my bottom to show.
"Ok, can I ask you to bend over slightly, hold onto the bed post for support if you'd like" I followed her direction exactly, which made an impression on her. Her previous models balked at her insistence on seeing her lingerie from all vantage points, Marion shared with me later.
"I need to assess how my panties are measuring up to this kind of a stretch so please keep your legs together a bit now please," she asked firmly. Marion dropped to her knees and got right under my pussy, she pulled her red-laced panties down a few inches and placed her nose right against the fabric.
"Yes that's perfect, thanks Dom,"
She was the first woman to call me "Dom" since my sister died, and it meant so much to me that she felt comfortable with me as a model. She stayed between my legs looking carefully and gently touching my curves and special places. I didn't mind. I felt her breathing there for a long moment as she took in the fragrance of my pussy and her lace. It felt nice.
"How do the panties feel? Please walk around then get on the bed and strike the most sensuous pose you can back to me, so I can see your comfort level,"
I walked around the carpeted bedroom and swung my legs onto her lush high bed. I crossed and uncrossed my legs on the bed, leaning on my arms, my back straight up, breasts still pouting back at her.
"Ok now place your legs apart and stroke your pussy lips, very slowly through the fabric Dom,"
"Do you want me to masturbate for you or just touch myself gently?"
"Well, I just want to see you do something erotic with your fingers and your pussy, you don't need to do more than touch yourself, for now," I wanted to see her naked, to place my mouth on her sex and feel her warmth. Marion was turning me on in ways I'd never experienced. Was it the interview, the test of my will power to not tear off her clothes and fuck her right there? I wasn't sure, but it felt so good to be with this woman.
I touched myself making my lips separate with a slight flick, I wished she could see my clitoris, as it was already very swollen! Marion looked ever so closely at the panties. They outlined my vulva nicely and even with the lace it still felt very comfortable. The look of lust on her face was unmistakable. I saw an insatiable side of this woman in that face, it was highly erotic and made me want to please her even more.
"How do the panties feel?" "Good, very comfortable! They're not too tight, I like the fit really well,"
"Ok now I want you to put your feet on the carpet, use your right arm to support yourself behind you as you lean basically 45 degrees towards me," Marion was at the foot of the bed standing. "I want you to gently and slowly begin to remove the panties, first slowly pull them down so your pussy is visible and then your ass and then just move them to your legs, keeping your lovely legs together,"
She snapped a few more in that prone position with my labia showing, her panties below.
"Turn your lower body towards me Dom, I need to see your labia a bit more from this angle, thanks!" Marion directed me. I couldn't help but notice her free hand move to her ample breast as she fondled herself. She was obviously very attracted to what she was seeing!
"Ok, now come here and take off the negligee and panties all the way, we're going to change into other outfits,”
She showed me a pair of black lace garters and fishnet stockings which I put on. She added a very similar thong with a nice pad inside it and another thong with a wide slit in it so my labia could stick out. I was partial to the black knits, they're so popular but these had a special feel to them. The material was similar to the negligee and had a high comfort level.
I pranced around, striking some outrageously sexy poses, sticking out my tongue, gesturing with my hands. Marion enjoyed it all and took loads of pictures.
"Yes I designed these especially for some gay women I know who asked for something like this," Marion commented.
Then there were a few really nice colorful but racy swimwear outfits which I enjoyed wearing. I walked slowly around her bedroom modeling and letting her see the "fit-up close" a few more times. She enjoyed pulling down the bottoms to see how much stretch there was in different positions. She was very thorough!
Marion needed to get under my pussy as I stood up tall, and see the fit but also take in my fragrance and the view of my clit which was now very noticeable.
One of the last bikinis she'd asked me to model put me on her bed lifting my naked leg high, showing off her skimpy but supportive top as I rested on my hand as I noticed that she had slipped out of her tight skirt and was only in her thong and bra.
"It's too hot in here now, and we're making so much progress. I'm much more comfortable in this, are you okay?" "Absolutely!! You have a marvelous body Marion! I could look at you all night long too!" I finally told her.
She smiled and motioned me over to un-tie the strings of this suit behind my neck.
"This one is my swim wear outfit with a lacy type bra, she helped me into it, holding my breasts as I got the tie strings around my neck, then she quickly turned around and tied the strings for me. Marion pressed her half-naked body into mine after the suit was already tied. Her body felt so warm and sexy next to mine, I wanted her so much! The feel of her immense breasts crushing into my back was heavenly! She held me tightly by my arms. I was submissive but didn't speak, I wanted her to take me.
"Dom, your arms are so attractive as are your breasts. They're perfect you know, and natural," She whispered.
"I had my boobs done a few years ago, I like them but they're not like yours, totally natural and homegrown,"
I turned around quickly and put my hands on her lovely breasts and finally touched them.
"Marion, I love the way your breasts feel, they feel as natural as mine but bigger and fuller. Personally, I love larger breasts. I was considering getting mine augmented, but didn't have the money,"
"Walk around for me please, let me see how it fits and shakes out," Marion said, trying to change the topic so she could stay focused.
I did what she asked then sat back on the bed in a seductive pose, looking right back at her. But I had to adjust the top a bit, it was crimping by my right armpit. Marion rushed over, did something to the top part and took a few more pictures.
“I need to see inside this top a second, she said. Marion sat next to me we were closer than we'd been all night so far. I leaned in and smelled her fragrance and hair. She took off the top, my breasts were exposed, I decided to share my feelings about her.
"Marion, I love your breasts, they're so HOT! You have such a marvelous cleavage and I'm very envious!" I said, trying to dispel her comparison between our breasts.
Marion fastened the top but had to undo it again. She was flustered. I wondered if I had caused it. She finally got it back on and took it off once more! I was sure I had created some discord in her mind.
"I can't get it the way you deserve to have this, damn! I know this is strange, but I m so distracted!" She stroked my arms and fondled my breasts again. Her fingers pinched my nipple, she leaned down and kissed and caressed them. Her tongue found my erect nipple and concentrated on it for a nice while. We both knew where this was going. We were too hot for each other to make believe this work session could continue.
"They're SO nice, I couldn't resist touching them once more," Marion said almost apologizing for being aroused by my breasts, she was so embarrassed!
"I loved you sucking my nipple, please don't apologize," I demanded.
I reached out and touched her lovely arm, she looked right at me our lips met for a passionate first kiss. Our tongues met as our bodies embraced. I held her tight and took in her scent, which made me even more turned on.
I began to kiss her body and wanted to see her naked already.
"Oh, ummmgnnh, yes touch me, kiss me, make love to me Dom," Marion was more starved for affection and love than I was. It was strange but lovely all the same.
"Ummgnn" She moaned again more loudly. We kissed and caressed each other wildly. I took off her bra, those massive 38D breasts fell into my hands as I kissed them and caressed her taut dark brown nipples. Her nipples felt so yummy between my fingers. I pinched them lightly and she moaned in response.
"Oh Dom! Yes, YES suck on my nips oh, I'm so fuckin’ horny for your body!" We pulled back the blankets and got next to each other.
"I feel so close to you, Marion"
"Dom, I promise I don't do this with all my models, but I'm so attracted to you!" "Don't talk, kiss me!" I persisted.
"Tell me what you like, I want to please you so much Dominique!" She pleaded with me, as our hands explored each other's bodies
"I want to suck your pussy so much," I admitted. "Sit on my face first!"
"Oh fuck! I LOVE THAT!" she giggled. Marion straddled my face and supported herself with the help of the massive headboard of her bed. Her lovely pussy mound was mostly shaved with a neat little triangle of pubic hair above. Her labia was dark and thick, and her clit was so prominent, it stuck out a good amount when I tasted it for the first time. I smelled her vaginal sweetness and stuck my tongue in with delight as I supported her firm muscular ass with my hands. I swabbed her clit a few dozen times and then planted my sharp tongue on it, wedged it between my lip and massaged it more with the tip of my tongue. She went wild, holding my head in place.
“Don’t stop, right there! Oh my YES!” Marion cried out.
"Oh God, you taste so delicious!" I said as I pulled out after my first few minutes of sucking her. I went back in and used my fingers and tongue simultaneously. She was moaned and gyrated her hips as I finger fucked her wetness into a nice state. I concentrated on just sucking her clitoris, moving my lips and tongue around, grabbing her lovely thick clit with my lips and tonguing her clit madly until I felt her entire body tense up and she let go with a really loud moan which shook the room. Her juices flooded my mouth as I struggled to keep up with swallowing her luscious cum juices. Her entire body quivered with enjoyment.
She got off of me and kissed me, sucking in her own fluids with our saliva and then took my body and began humping me wildly.
Marion placed herself on a 90 degree angle to my legs. We found a comfortable position to trib as I let her rub her sopping wet pussy on mine as we tribbed our hot bodies into a mutual state of orgasmic bliss.
I was surprised how aroused it got me as I orgasmed. I shook with lust for Marion as my hips gyrated into her lovely firm body. But she wasn't done with me yet. She went down on my pussy with a hearty lustful abandon! She fingered me nicely and sucked my clit so well, I exploded with a few more intense orgasms which seemed to last for several minutes.
"You're SO fuckin' HOT Marion! Really, Oh my GOD!" I cried a few dozen times.
We stayed in each other arms for a long while then she caressed slowly in that Jacuzzi! We both laughed and shared about our lives together that night. In the hot tub, I fucked her with a strap on which she brought with her. She knelt over the side as I stood in the tub and fucked her so slowly while I caressed those lovely huge orbs of hers! She enjoyed my touch and then I wanted her big phallus inside of me too. We fucked a few more times and then kissed and caressed each other in her hot tub until we were spent.
I was shocked to realize Marion was just getting started! She modeled for me and showed me exactly what she wanted. I kissed her and caressed her so many times, she exclaimed, "I've never had sex like that, Dom! We’ve got to do this a much as we can!
I want to see you as much as want me,”
“I desire you Marion, you made me feel So Great!” I shared honestly.
"I wanted to rip your dress off the moment you began touching me!" "Oh my God! Your touch, your words, and feelings, were making me crazy!" I finally confessed.
It was a warm spring morning, the sun was nowhere in sight yet but the sounds of the city had calmed to moderate hum.
“I want to take you to my rooftop patio, we can be totally naked there with no worries!” Marion implored.
We donned luscious bathrobes under our naked bodies and walked up a flight of internal stairs to a wide view of the western skyline with Central Park in the foreground.
“Oh my what a view!” I was aghast at the opulence she had at her disposal.
“Yes it's really great when the sun is setting, this view is to the west,” Marion said, caressing my body slowly as we embraced standing there in our robes.
She threw her robe off and took off mine as her toys fell out of the pocket landing on the wide patterned bed.
Marion surprised me by pushing me down into the plush extra wide patio furniture. She got on top of me and began humping my pussy wildly.
“I m so horny for your gorgeous body Dom!”
I held her for a moment and kissed her passionately.
“I love being with you Marion, you’re SO hot and a fantastic lover!”
We made love right there once again, in the warm dark early morning night. Our tongues met and our juices exchanged for a few more hours before we fell asleep with her plush robes covering most of our bodies. The dawn approached as I sat up with my robe on admiring the colors of the morning changing rapidly in front of me.
I had been running all my life from pain and terrible things, most of which I had done to myself. Now I was finally with a woman I enjoyed and wanted to be with all the time.
Marion awoke and joined me as we silently looked out at the city waking up to a new day. “It was our new day too,” I said to her.
“I’m finally finished running away, can I be with you only?”
“Yes Dominique, I want that for us,” As we kissed and hugged
on her luxury rooftop patio, I knew I was where I needed to be.
End of Story.
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