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Phoebe is a Big Old SlutPhoebe is a big old slut and she likes it! - Jan 3rd, 2005 11:41:31 pm ESTWhy do I say, "bless you George Bush"? This is why your favorite undocumented worker from future Sweden is hoping the high weiner of America actually gets his way this time. Fortunately, with the way things are looking I might actually be able to regain official citizenship in Sweden. Papers will be forthcoming I hope. I am very excited in either case. Anyhow, for those who hadn't hear already, I am working as a consultant for several prominent pharmaceutical companies with microbiology projects on the slab. As long as they pay me in cash and goods, I am happy. It's nice to have my own money at last. Needless to say, I have been constantly busy staring at cooties through microscopes and telling stuffy scientists what to do. The honchos at the pharmas know I have no papers and they don't care. I proved my worth at a big hush-hush science project in Brasil and those bastards will do whatever it takes to get me happy. Thank goodness for paper memos and shredders. Oh yeah, I've also been a guinea pig for a double-blind study on aromatherapy and depression and it has worked very well. I think that switching from booze and coke to weed, ginseng and green tea helped too. Phoebe is a happier Swede thank you very much. Anyway, I have a boyfriend at last. I will just call him Mr. Muntz from sunny Brazil. He is technically not a doctor or scientist, but he is the ethnobotany king, so he has a place of authority in the Phrama food chain. He is a very clean, a big science freak and a pervert just like me. Even better, his teeth are perfect, he is amply hung and uncircumsized to boot. Ladies, if you haven't tried uncircumcized give it a go. Hmmm... Tasty. I could suck that dick of his all day, but to be fair, he could suck my pussy all day. In either case, that big Black marvel and I usually just end up fucking our brains out on our days off. It's a lovely thing. Don't fear my moppets, we have an open relationship... he's as much of a slut as I am. Did I mention he's extremely bi? BI BOY! He dresses more like a fag, so that's a bonus! One of these days, I am going to watch him drill some cute man toy in the ass someday soon I hope. Curse you work schedule! It will happen soon. Now that we have the catching up out of the way, here's my latest bedpost notch. Anyway, I was standing around, bored out of my mind at rather pedestrian holiday office party at some posh dance club that a company I shall call "Company X" rented out for the night. It wasn't even a "sexy" dance party, it was a cake-eating borefest and no booze to boot. I was actually wearing a dress! I really was. It was a baby blue satin a-line number I picked at a thrift store for $15.00 bucks. I wore matching glasses and closed heels. I looked really cute. Anyway, the wife of one of the pharma honchos struck up a conversation with me. She was your typical blonde and blue-eyed Midwestern corporate housewife type with her hair pulled up in a bun and ruining a perfectly nice strappy dress with a jacket. She blabbed on about her kids' soccer practice, her house, her cleaning lady, her minivan, and other boring bullshit. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Unless you want to talk to me about how much you want to lick my cunt dry, I am not interested, honey." I stomped away to the bathroom and left the suburban drone open-mouthed and stunned. I thought I was done with her. In empty bathroom I freshened up my makeup and snorted some blow to survive the night. Mrs. Boring walked into the bathroom. I glanced at her as I hastily hide my bag of coke. She grabbed me by the hand and yanked me with all of her might. At first, I thought she wanted to fight, but instead she dragged me into a bathroom stall. "You better not be full of shit, Doctor Phrodos." At first I felt confused, but when she locked the bathroom stall and released what must have been years of sexual repression, I knew I was in for a treat. We made out rather noisily, not caring about who was going in and out of the bathroom. I bit her neck and asked her, "do you think your man will mind?" "I don't know, will yours?" We groped each other and swirled our tongues about as bland music played outside. I lifted up Mrs. B.'s skirt and discovered that she has no panties on. She slammed me against the stall as I slid my fingers against her slick and freshly shaved cunt. She unzipped the back of my dress and nibbled on the first nipple to be exposed with just enough pain to make me scream without really causing me injury. She lifted one of my legs and I propped it against the toilet seat. She pulled my thong to the side and ate me out as her fingers probed me. "Oh shit, yeah," I moaned, "this is what I wanted to talk to you about it." "Yes," she answed rather matter of factly as she looked up at me with a tinge of playful malice, "This is what you wanted and I'm giving it to you." A knock interrupted us. The party's hostess asked us to come out and cut it out. We did, rather humiliated. The hostess seemed equally shocked and embarassed when she realized that my fellow miscreant was the wife of one her guests of honor. To our surprise she instructed us to, "go to the afterhours room if you want to do that." We all jumped out of the bathroom window and the hostess led us to a backentry. We walked through several musty halls until we reached our destination. It was a beautiful room with black walls, matching lucite furniture and a perfectly made white bed. "Normally we use this room for private executive events, but I think it would be okay if you two took advantage of it. We don't want disruptions after all." Mrs. B. and I laughed at her. Once the hostesses's mission was accomplished, she left us to our own devices. My friend and I fully undressed. We sat on the bed to kiss for a bit. I eyed the room and noticed what looked to be a box full of sex toys next to a first aid kit, a bouquet of roses baby wipes, wine, a box of quality chocolate truffles and a fruit basket. I pointed the goodies out to my new friend. She pulled a riding crop from the box smiled wickedly. "Hurt me baby," I told her, "hurt me in the way you've always wanted to hurt a bitch like me. She seemed a little freaked out, yet excited. "Are you sure?" Her nipples got hard at the idea. "Please," I begged weakly as I knelt down on all fours with my head hunched down between my arms. "Make me hurt. I felt some disappointment when she put down the riding crop. However, when I felt her sharp manicured nails scratching down my back down my back, stimulating my nerve endings and causing my skin to fill with goose bumps. Her teeth sunk into my shoulder, as I wetted my fingers with saliva. She mounted me in a sort of missionary position with me on the bottom, dry humping me in a way that led me to believe she wasn't used to fucking women. It felt so Midwestern and Puritan, so I decided to give her efforts a tiny little twist. I moistened my fingers some more in her pussy and then worked them into her eager ass. She rolled back her eyes as I gave her a taste of anal fingerplay. She seemed in pain at first, but I soothed her and relaxed her with sweet whispers and little kisses. Once she got into the grove, she whispered, "nice," as I poked her ass with one finger and played with her cunt using my other hand. "God, just wait until I try those toys on the table on you. I bet that chocolate will melt nicely on your dirty little body." I moaned approvingly as she mimicked my hand job. I gave her tips on what to do, but she gave fine performance, nonetheless. I was certain that she fucked other women before, but not ones that taught her the proper art of pleasure. Women don't know another woman's best. That's the realm of a skilled lover, teaching possibilities beyond the ordinary. "May your pet drink wine from your mouth, Mistress? She is thirsty." I wasn't sure why I called her "Mistress." It just came out of my mouth. Maybe it was my instinct telling me that this woman was a dominatrix waiting to happen. I am certain that her upbringing and marriage obviously crippled that portion of her psyche. I endeavored to make her feel at home bossing me around. I needed to do some work on my own in order to help her build confidence, but hey, a good master is only as good as his slaves. No? She stopped rather confused, but she said, "Okay." She had me pour flask into her mouth until it overflowed and carefully emptying the wine in my mouth into her lips. She congratulated on a job well done by kissing me open-mouthed. "Thank you mistress." Mrs. B. seemed shocked that I would talk to her in such a manner, but seemed to enjoy my submission. We then fed each other fruits and painted chocolate images onto our bodies. Licking and rubbing the art entertained us as much as making the mess. As she licked some chocolate that she melted on the tip of my clit, I told her. "I desire you so much, I will do anything you want me to, not matter how scary or embarassing. I will even dominate you if you want, but I kind of weird about dominating girls, but I can try. But I am a good toy. I want to be your fuck toy." My new friend seemed enthralled by the prospect of actually being in control. She nervously took a strap-on from the basket. She confidently caressed the rubber cock looking at me straight on with a crooked grin. "Do you want me to fuck you this way, Dr. Phrodos?" I spread my legs for her and enjoyed the pounding she gave me. "This is how I want my husband to fuck me. I want him to fuck me like this." I felt badly for her because I knew she wasn't getting this kind of hard driving sex at home. Her desire was as great as her wasted potential. When I arched my back in a particularly strong climax, Mrs. B. watched me jealously, wanting to receive what I was getting. I sensed that she was afraid to ask. It was up to me to make things right. I spied what I believed to be a bathroom door, and asked Mrs. B, "Would Mistress like to take a shower and play with her pet?" The poor housewife smiled and said yes. I pulled a small blown glass dildo from the box and invited her to follow me. I loved rubbing suds on her wet naked body, and she seemed to have fun as well. I touched her cunt to make sure it was still nice and slippery. It was. So, I had her lean over the shower knobs with her legs spread. With one hand on her butt cheek, I pulled the toy in and out of her willing cunt, taking special care to hit her sweet spots. She couldn't stop screaming at the pleasure. Her legs trembled as I helped her reach orgasm after orgasm, until the water started to cool. By this point, Mrs. B. was thoroughly satisfied and contented. We toweled off, restyled our hair and dressed back up. We left the room a lot messier than we found it, but I think that was the point. We went back to the dance club. She entered through the front entrance and I went in through the bathroom. Nobody, except for the hostess seemed the wiser. Mrs. B. went back to her husband. He promptly introduced her to some Asian guys in tuxedos. I glanced at her and she glanced back at me. 2:13 AM - Monday, January 3, 2005 - post comment
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