Late Night Hookup

Late Night Hookup By Samantha Burnett

--- This story contains: Lesbian, Dominance, Humiliation, Objectification, Reluctance, Anal

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Charlotte was 25 years old, and wasn't ready to settle. In fact, the more she realized that she grew up in a secure bubble of friends, family and relative wealth, the more she grew curious about what was outside the bubble. More and more she felt the urge to explore her inner desires, as they became clearer with age.

She grew up in a somewhat conservative, well off environment. Religion played a role, and although not a heavy one, there were certainly taboos when it came to sexuality. You didn't talk about porn, you didn't dress extraordinarily sexy, and although being gay was tolerated for people on the outside, coming out of the closet was a pretty big deal.

Yet, Charlotte started having fantasies about lesbian sex more than once in her late teens. She never told anyone, but she came pretty hard to those fantasies once in a while since she became sexually aware.

During her college years, her life was mostly occupied by studying, parties and boyfriends. The intimidatingly pretty, tall blonde was very popular by students and teachers alike, and finding a job after getting her degree proved not to be difficult at all. Her father had connections here and there, and soon enough, she would become a junior executive at an accounting firm.

But despite her success, her mostly struggle free path to adolescence and her downtown spacious apartment just outside of the crowded areas, she had cravings for more intense things. Things that would be considered wrong on many levels by her friends and family. But still, they were there.

A few months ago, Charlotte was drinking cocktails with a friend of hers, and got into a pseudo philosophical discussion about how life is about taking chances, about failing and learning, and that all these chances shouldn't be stopped by any limitations, taboos or feelings of guilt imposed upon you somewhere in life. And even though Charlotte didn't remember all the details, and had a heavy hangover the next morning, bits and pieces of that conversation stuck with her. She wanted to take more chances.

Fast forward a month, and Charlotte found herself browsing kink websites, specific ads, even looking at some fetish porn, all the while growing more convinced that she should let go of her inhibitions to be able to actually live out her fantasies. Of course, no one had to know, as she formed her idea about what she wanted to experience and how.

She had planned everything. The online store where she'd buy her clothes, this app called 'F4F' that she would use, the date, and even the time.

When she came home from work the week before, the packages she ordered the other day were dropped in front of her apartment door. All discrete, but she knew exactly what was in them. She hurried to get the boxes inside, and her fingers trembled slightly as she opened them. There it was. The outfit that she was going to wear on her adventure night.

She closed the curtains before proceeding to undress herself as fast as she could, but slowed down as she put her feet into the thin, fine black stockings, not wanting to rip them. Putting on the small, black, sexy garter belt felt odd. She imagined wearing it before, but actually wearing it make her feel sexy in a way she had never felt before. As if it somehow emphasized nudity. As if these clothes were an accessory rather than meant to be covering her. Clipping the straps from the belt to the stockings took some effort, but finally that part was in place too.

The very thin, small and low cut black thong followed, just barely covering the trimmed line between her legs. It was even sluttier than she imagined it to be. The bra, which she was most worried about, appeared to fit nicely, and as expected, showed a lot of cleavage.

When she got the dress out of its box, she smiled slightly as she held it up. "Oh my god," she whispered in disbelief. It was that short. A slut dress.

She put it on, and indeed, it only reached just over her pretty, round butt, completely exposing her slim, beautiful legs, and the top of her sexy stockings, leaving a fair bit of naked white skin between the stockings and the hem of the dress.

Then finally, to finish the look she was after, she put on the heels that she bought to go with the outfit. She made sure that they looked at least a bit classy still, although now, looking at the platform sole under the 5 inch heels, they didn't seem as classy as they looked when she browsed the online lingerie catalog.

When finally she stood up, and carefully, on the highest shoes she now owned, walked towards the mirror in her bedroom, she was shocked. The outfit, and with it her whole appearance, looked much more slutty than she had thought. The dress shorter than it seemed in the pictures, the stockings having an even bigger 'hooker' effect than she had thought, and the heels, well, they just left no doubt about what she was dressed for.

But at the same time, she thought of the image of what she wanted to experience. Didn't this fit right in? Didn't this make her seem as if she really tried? Didn't this make her look exactly like the women she saw in the pictures in all those kinky profiles online?

She imagined herself being dressed like that in someone's home, and being watched wearing it. She turned in front of the mirror, and sure enough, her round, perfect ass was accentuated in a way that it never was before. She could hardly believe it was her she as looking at in the mirror. Just like in the movie clips she saw. Just like the people on that kink website, proudly posting selfies of them wearing fetish clothes. Not that that was something Charlotte would ever do.

Being caught up in her imagination, just for fun, she gave a small slap on her cheek, which, to her surprise, sounded almost as if it was a slap against her bare flesh. The fabric of the dress was very thin. She did it again, while her body heated up like crazy. Even now she was afraid the neighbors might hear. In her paranoid mind, they'd hear exactly what kind of a perverted thing she was doing here, and they'd know exactly how she was dressed. Of course not!

She had to remind herself again that letting go of her inhibitions was one of her goals. Again she slapped herself on her butt, through the dress, imagining it was this woman from her fantasy doing it.

"Bad girl," she whispered to herself, and imagined someone else saying it.

By then, she couldn't help herself anymore, and reached down, easily lifted the slutty, very short dress, and shoved her fingers right into the tiny thong. Masturbating like this was not easy, on those crazy high shoes. But it had to happen. She stepped closer to the mirror, and supporting herself with one hand against the mirror, she started to masturbate furiously, keeping her legs straight, a position as if she was being spanked. Living out her fantasy without it happening, with her face flushed.

She came hard, her body heated up so hard that she was sweating, and her knees became weak while she came with a loud squirm. She felt a strange mix of embarrassment and adrenaline when she managed to walk to her bed, and took the high heels off. What was she doing? This wasn't good girl Charlotte. Now she had a real secret. The secret of a very intense awareness that she loved this. Of course, she wouldn't share what she just bought with anyone. But more importantly, she would not talk about what she was going to do with anyone.

The days following, she tried not to think about what she was going to do too much, if only to not scare herself further up to a point where she wouldn't go through with it. She wanted to do it. She was going to do it, period. But leaving these thoughts alone was quite difficult.

Monday evening arrived. Outside, the rain drizzled down on the streets when she arrived home from work. It was a regular, gray night like many. But for Charlotte, it was going to be a very different night.

Determined, after a light meal, she took a shower, and groomed herself more thoroughly than ever. Her skin smooth everywhere, with the exception of her carefully trimmed pussy. Her long, blonde wavy hair done beautifully after dressing herself for the second time in that ridiculously sexy outfit she wore a few days ago. The tingles in her tummy already started to appear when she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror while brushing her hair, and she fought hard to get rid of all the doubts that were on her mind.

Taking her phone into the bathroom felt downright wrong. Assuming a sexy pose while facing the mirror and snapping a picture with her free hand running through her long blonde hair, and another one while she turned her back to the mirror and slightly pushing her ass out was something she never imagined herself doing. She used to even judge girls who put pictures like that online. But now, she didn't hesitate, even though her hands trembled as she then created the profile on the F4F app that she just installed.

She pretty much memorized the profile text she made up over the previous days, and typed it right in. It didn't leave much to doubt.

"Hey hey, submissive 25F here, blonde, blue eyes, 5'7, 121lb, 38B, looking for kinky stuff, if you're the type who doesn't ask but demands... hit me up. :) Xx"

She slightly modified the pictures she just made on her phone, making sure her face was not actually visible, and added them to the profile she just created. The app would then use her geographical data to match her with people around her, and the spinning wheel that showed it was busy searching and matching drove her crazy. The idea that her profile was out there, that her pictures were out there, was so very wild to conservatively raised Charlotte.

She imagined that it would at least take a little while before she would be noticed, but when she checked the profile views in the app, she saw that her profile had been seen 120 times already. That made her feel even more weird. This whole thing made her feel so exposed. She promised herself not to be paranoid about this, and told herself that when she would be recognized somehow, that other person would be as guilty as she was.

Her heart skipped a beat when she then saw a pop up message on her phone, from a F4F user called "DommeKath".

"Mmm, looks good.. looking for hookup tonite?"

She read the message a few more times. Yes, that was exactly what she was looking for, actually. But she had to check this user out first, of course. She had to at least make sure they were on the same page.

DommeKath's profile was pretty clear.

'43 powerdomme, mainly into hookups, no endless texting, no drugs, prefer experienced subs. No wishlists.'

Her pictures were somewhat vague and emphasized some of her fetishes rather than her appearance, but it showed enough of her to get an idea. And Charlotte couldn't help but being intrigued by what she saw. One picture that was taken from the bottom of her feet, up her stocking clad legs, as if taken from someone on the floor. The next one made Charlotte blush. A closeup of someone's mouth, with two fingers pushed into it between her lips. She was the real deal. The last one was just her silhouette, photographed in the dark, or photo shopped. It looked mysterious.

She trembled with adrenaline while she then texted back.

"I am.. :) Not experienced though, as that's what you're looking for.."

It hardly took more than a few seconds before she received another popup message on her phone. She pressed it, and read it.

"Ill make an exception for a pretty thing like you. Can train you if you want."

Charlotte smiled slightly as she was just pondering about what to write back, while she received yet another message.

"Mmm.. obedient little slut? .. ;)"

Charlotte blushed deeper than she already did. This woman pushed all the right buttons. So this was really how easy it was to get dates, or hookups, in that world.

"I could be.. heh :)"

For a second Charlotte wasn't sure that she actually pressed 'Send' on that last message, but almost instantly, she received a very clear invitation.

"7521 Grove St. only 3 miles from you, 10:30 good baby?"

Charlotte had noticed the distance indicator on every profile, based on where you were, and she was right. Oh god, this sounded so wrong. But so hot. And very precisely what she was looking for, too. And she wasn't going to leave it alone. She promised herself that. She was going to do something different. Something that had been on her mind for a long time. And apparently, many people were doing it like this. Based on how quickly she even got so many views and a response, there must be quite a few people. And it sounded playful. Baby. It even sounded naughty. Sexy. In this context, anyway.

"10:30 should work.. see you then? :)"

Charlotte waited for a few minutes to get an answer, but there really wasn't any doubt that they had an agreement. Then, with a sigh of nervousness, she decided to bite the bullet. She was going to do it.

She stood up from the couch, and put on her knee length gray coat, making her look a lot more covered up compared to wearing just the outfit she was wearing beneath it. But then, pretty much anything would look conservative compared to what she was wearing underneath. She zipped and buttoned it up all the way, so the only part of the outfit that was really visible to the average passerby were the high heels and the stockings she was wearing, although it seemed as if she could as well be wearing regular pantyhose. Charlotte had to tell herself that to calm down when standing in front of the dressing mirror in her hallway before leaving the door.

Minutes later, with her purse over her shoulder, she was walking down the street to the train station near her comfy, downtown apartment. She picked this night and time carefully, as she knew that on Monday evening around this time, the city would be relatively quiet. She was that paranoid about being seen by someone. Getting caught in her naughty little game.

Charlotte was actually glad about the gray weather, because it was even quieter on the streets because of it. But once she checked in for the subway, and sat down one seat away from an old woman, across a few young guys, her heart started to pound. Being dressed underneath her coat like this with people around her took her out of her adventurous, excited rush, and she really started to panic. She saw them staring literally at her shoes, at her stocking clad lower legs as she sat there.

She had to calm herself down by telling herself that it really was nothing out of the ordinary. They didn't know anything. They didn't know she was dressed like a complete slut under that modest, gray coat. But she kept worrying. She worried about one of the garter straps detaching by accident, and her stocking would slip down. She worried about the buttons snapping from her coat somehow. She worried about being followed when she would get out after some eight stops, for which she kept a sharp eye on the display above the seats where the young guys were sitting. She avoided all eye contact.

Charlotte sighed with relief when then, two stops before the one where she had to get out, the guys left, but her heart sank as a whole group of guys entered. Visibly drunk, loud guys. Oh god no. Fortunately they stayed near the other entrance. She clenched her hands together, waiting desperately for her stop.

She stood up quickly to leave the subway, and impatiently waited for the doors to open, as she finally heard one of them shout.

"Hey pretty girl!" No response from Charlotte of course. "Hey! Fucking bitch.." she heard one of the guys mutter just as the door opened and she got out, her body tense with stress.

She gasped for air as she walked out of the subway station. Getting out dressed like this was a terrible idea. It seemed so much fun in her little fantasy.

But finally, she was only a block away from where she had to be. Where this woman was waiting for her. DommeKath.

The neighborhood was certainly not the nicest one. It was very different from the area Charlotte lived. Poor, not the best reputation, lots of apartment buildings looking all alike. What used to be community housing was slowly being turned into nicer apartments and sold, but that was a very slow process, and the nice side of it was barely noticeable.

Charlotte felt watched by every person she made eye contact with. She clearly stood out here. Passing by a supermarket, she swore she saw a woman with a shopping bag looking at her with some sort of disgrace in her eyes. She felt slightly paranoid walking there, especially dressed like this. She even felt as if she was wearing classier clothes than all the people there, at least at first sight. She once again regretted her choice of wearing this outfit on her way over to the address.

She kept walking as fast as she could, on her very high shoes, which was a dangerous thing to do, but she just wanted to get it over with. Finally, she reached the apartment building on Grove St. Now, she was back in her little game. She pressed the button outside next to number 7521, and waited.

"Hello?" a crystal clear, somewhat low female voice then answered.

"Hi, it's me," Charlotte answered, not really knowing what else to say.

What did people say anyway on these kinky, anonymous dates? She figured this was how these things went. These anonymous, discrete meetings. It took a few nerve wrecking seconds before the buzzer for the door was heard, and she pushed against it to walk in.

She noticed that 7521 was on the second floor, and decided to just walk. She didn't want to wait for the elevator. Her high heels knocked on the stairs of the apartment building. The interior of the building looked so much cheaper, almost alien, compared to what Charlotte was used to. Tiled, old fashioned floors, red metal stair railings that needed to be repainted, and dark gray carpet in the hallways to the apartment doors.

But that was not her focus. Her focus was number 7521, of which the door was slightly opened. She looked at it, as she felt herself becoming nervous, even though her excitement was slowly coming back.

Just as she wanted to peek inside to see whether she had to press the button for the doorbell on the outside despite it being open, the door opened wider.

It was then that she saw her appearance. An Italian looking woman somewhere in her forties, smaller than herself, especially while Charlotte was wearing these shoes. Slightly full figured, although not chubby. She was dressed in quite a short, black skirt, was wearing modest, high heeled pumps, and the white blouse she was wearing was opened just a bit too far, allowing Charlotte to see a lot of cleavage, revealing a bit of her obviously full breasts. Her hair was black, curly, but what really drew Charlotte's attention were her piercing eyes behind a pair of slightly tinted glasses. They looked somewhat aggressive, even.

"Hi," Charlotte spoke quietly.

The woman didn't say anything, but stepped aside quickly, to let her in. Obviously, she wanted to be discrete about it, too.

The light in the hallway of the apartment was bright, and not at all cozy. It was a bit cold, and the woman still hadn't said a word to her, as she closed the door, and eyed up Charlotte so very obviously.

"You can hang your coat right there.." she then said calmly, without welcoming Charlotte at all, and pointing at the coat rack right behind Charlotte.

Charlotte tried to remain calm and casual, and just nodded. The woman had a commanding tone in her voice, even while saying something as simple as that.

"Sure," she answered with a slight, polite smile, as she started to unbutton her coat, and turned as she took it off.

It took only a second before she could hear the woman's heels on the floor behind her, quickly approaching her. And just when she slid the coat off her shoulders to take it off and hang it on the coat rack, she felt the woman's hand on her lower back, but quickly sliding down, over her tightly wrapped butt, over her right cheek, caressing down until her fingers reached the naked skin of the tall blonde's slim thigh, then firmly squeezed her cheek. Not at all gently, and Charlotte tried to adjust herself to the situation. She tried to hang up her coat while the woman was squeezing her cheek, making the very short dress crawl up, as she felt embarrassed about the very seductive, very sexy outfit she was wearing. It wasn't just sexy, it was downright porn style sexy.

She kept squeezing, and Charlotte, while blushing, tried to remain her posture, and just stood there letting the woman fondle her like that. She didn't know whether that was what the woman intended she'd do, but somehow the woman's touches felt so insistent that she didn't feel like she should move. And indeed, the woman kept squeezing, and using her fingers to slowly let the already short dress crawl up more and more, inch by inch revealing the blonde's perfect, round ass.

"Face me," she then said simply. Commanding.

Charlotte turned, and blushed deeper, becoming aware of the fact that this woman was looking at her wearing that very slutty outfit. What would she think of her? That she was some kind of slut who did things like this all the time? Would the woman have certain expectations because of it? But Kath didn't give her much time to think.

The woman looked up to Charlotte, into her eyes. A strict look. A controlling look. Charlotte could feel it. This woman was very, very controlling. The type you wouldn't even dare disagreeing with.

"Mm.." she only mumbled, as once again, she let her eyes roll over the very pretty, tall blonde in that very seductive outfit in front of her.

Kath knew at first sight that Charlotte was a beginner. And also, that girls like her had all the choice in the world, and that it wasn't even likely she'd return to her. But that wasn't to say that she'd have to go easy on her. Oh, not at all. She decided to get the most out of this while she was there. She was going to treat the perfect looking blonde like all the girls in her phone book. That's what she came her for, and that was what she was going to get.

Kath then took a step forward, and pushed against Charlotte's shoulder, pinning her to the wall with one hand. Charlotte felt herself tremble with nerves, but feeling a wave of other feelings as Kath then simply reached down with her other hand, and pushed her hand right between her legs. Right under her short dress, by now not even really covering her thong anymore. She squeezed. Gently at first, but slowly increasing pressure, rubbing Charlotte's clit through the small black thong with the palm of her hand, her fingers under her, pressing against her lips, an almost taunting look on her face as she kept looking into Charlotte's eyes. Charlotte, who was gasping by then, closed her eyes, as the woman started to basically rub her through her panties. Slowly, but firmly. Her body heated up like crazy. And it felt strangely good. Very good. Charlotte was already on fire.

Kath let go of Charlotte's shoulder, but instead used her now free hand to reach around Charlotte's head, pulling her head towards hers. Charlotte couldn't do anything but to move with her, and before she knew it, her lips were touching the woman's lips, who opened her mouth right away, and started to wildly tongue kiss her, while still applying pressure to Charlotte's pussy.

Charlotte felt herself getting turned on in a weird way, feeling a very unfamiliar mix of taboo and deep arousal. This was how she wanted to be treated. Dirty sex. No sweet romance. No nice words. No silly looks.

But little did she know, this was only the beginning of how dirty this was going to be. Kath ended the kiss as abruptly as she started it, but not letting go of Charlotte's head.

"Good sluts don't wear panties, take them off."

She said it in a low voice, while having Charlotte's head in that same controlling grip. Just when Charlotte thought she couldn't possibly blush any deeper, she felt her face get even warmer. It wasn't a question. It was very clearly a demand. And she agreed to go with all this by coming here.

Giving the woman a meek smile, while she could feel her warm breath on her face, she reached down. Was she going to take off her panties, just like that? Here in this house, after having been here for just a few minutes?

But that's what she obviously expected. That was this woman's idea of how girls should behave, or even be dressed, when they came over for what they both apparently wanted.

Charlotte then reached down, and while feeling arousal and embarrassment at the same time, she hooked her thumbs behind the small black thong she was wearing, all the while bent forward a bit, uncomfortably, as the woman was still pulling her down slightly.

She felt strangely exposed, as she felt her pussy suddenly unprotected, pulling the thin, skimpy black thong down along her thighs, and to her ankles. She carefully stepped out of them, the woman still holding her in this grip, as if she was forced to do it almost. As if she wanted to let Charlotte feel the control she had over her.

The woman said nothing, but instead reached for Charlotte's face with her other hand, and pushing her fingers against her lips. Charlotte was too overwhelmed to protest, or to even realize what she was doing, and with a strange, humiliated feeling, she opened her mouth. That turned out to be exactly what the woman wanted, as she didn't hesitate for a second, and pushed two fingers into the naive, inexperienced, unsuspecting, beautiful blonde's mouth.

"Lick them good."

It made Charlotte shiver. She felt like such a slut. She felt so humiliated, being belittled like that. She didn't expect it would be as intense, as serious even, as this. This wasn't soft or playful. This was downright dirty. She had never blushed this deep, as she started to lick this much older woman's fingers, swirling her tongue around them, actually trying.

"That's right.. that's a good slut.." the shorter Italian woman mumbled, still having her hand around Charlotte's neck, pushing her face down, while using her other hand to push her fingers into Charlotte's mouth.

Charlotte couldn't believe she was actually receiving a compliment for what she was doing. A twisted, humiliating compliment. This was already much kinkier than she expected, licking some older woman's fingers.

Finally, after maybe even a minute, the woman withdrew her fingers from Charlotte's mouth, and let go off her neck. Charlotte thankfully stood up straight again, while the woman now curiously looked between her legs, at Charlotte's neatly trimmed blonde pussy.

The woman stepped closer to Charlotte, while her hand reached down between her thighs once again. Softly, but with very determined moves, she fondled the inside of Charlotte's thighs, while pressing against her shoulder, to pin her against the wall again, just like she did before. She ran her fingers softly, teasingly along Charlotte's outer lips. With her pussy now completely unprotected, she felt very naked.

"You need a lesson so you don't forget to not wear panties next time.."

It wasn't a question at all. It was a definite thing, even though Charlotte didn't know what that meant. But the way the woman emphasized her nakedness, her exposed pussy, by caressing it, turned Charlotte on even more. Her body felt warm, and the woman could tell easily how aroused Charlotte was, if only by the expression on her flushed face.

"Turn around, stick out your ass," the woman then simply said.

It sounded so bold. So rude almost. So this was how sluts are treated, Charlotte thought, while feeling that strange weakness in her knees again that she felt when standing in front of the mirror a weak ago, while wearing that same outfit, although she was wearing panties still back then.

Charlotte couldn't believe she was giving in to such embarrassing commands, but she did it. The woman hardly seemed impressed by her doing so, although she was impressed by that very perfect, round ass she saw in front of her as the pretty blonde turned for her. Charlotte nervously arched her back a bit, actually sticking out her bare, perfectly round ass, with her very short dress crawled up all the way to her hips.

Charlotte then felt a firm slap against her bare ass, as she almost jumped.

"Stick it out," the woman repeated, as if she wasn't sticking it out at all.

Charlotte couldn't think of anything but to exaggerate her posture even further. She took a step back, and increased her arch, quite literally sticking out her ass all the way to the woman. They didn't even get past the hallway, and already Charlotte as standing there without panties, sticking out her perfect round ass to this very dominant woman.

She didn't get any confirmation that she was doing the right thing, but she did feel the woman's hand on her bare cheek within seconds.

"Count."

Charlotte waited, as she was slightly trembling by anticipation. But it hardly took a few seconds before she felt the woman's hand leaving her cheek, and firmly slapped her ass once again. Not at all playful like Charlotte did to herself back at home, but very firmly, and she could feel the strength the woman had in her. She was seriously stern in every move that she made.

Charlotte couldn't believe she was even getting off on this. She felt like she was some kind of pervert.

She got goosebumps when she then felt her long hair grabbed together from behind, and hearing the woman's voice, in an almost harsh way.

"I said count."

"One.." Charlotte sighed awkwardly.

The woman decided to hold Charlotte's hair in a tight grip, as she then reached for her now slightly pink cheek again, softly caressing it, only before smacking it at least as hard as before, making Charlotte wiggle her hips, while she processed the sting.

"Two.." Charlotte squirmed, now giving into the game the woman wanted to play.

"Three.. ow.. four.."

Charlotte tried hard to keep her posture, sticking out her ass despite the hard slaps the woman dished out on both of her bare cheeks. She was never actually spanked before. Not seriously spanked. And apart from the stinging pain it gave her, she grew worried about the loud slaps in that otherwise quiet apartment building. What if someone heard? What if someone was listening at the door? She was so very sure that they'd immediately knew someone was being spanked. That sound was so very clear, it was impossible to mistake it for something else.

"Ten.." Charlotte sighed finally, while the woman enjoyed the sight of the pretty blonde's pink ass as she slowly caressed over it, still holding her hair.

"On all fours," she then said while slightly tugging at Charlotte's hair, as if wanting to pull her to the ground if she wouldn't do it on her own.

Charlotte, as embarrassed as she was about this new order, went along with it, slightly rushed as the woman was tugging at her hair, and bending through her knees. Before she knew it, she was sitting on the floor in this stranger's hallway, the small thong that she took off right under her, on her hands and knees, seeing the woman's feet right in front of her. She couldn't see what was going on above her, but she felt the woman reach towards her dress, and pulling it all the way up, towards her arms. Charlotte figured out what she intended to do, assisting her while the woman almost roughly pulled the dress off of Charlotte, over her hair.

There she was, wearing just the garter belt, stockings, high heels and her bra. That was it. Not even panties.

"Arch that back, slut."

The rude, almost impatient remark was followed by another harsh slap on her bare ass. Charlotte, blushing heavily, arched her back as well as she could, sticking out her ass while she sat there, showing off her beautiful figure, but dressed like a hooker almost.

"Kiss my feet."

Overwhelmed by the storm of commands this woman gave her, Charlotte bent deeper, and approached the woman's feet with her face. Nervously, she started kissing the tip of her shoes, one by one, before raising her head again. But that wasn't what the woman had in mind.

"I didn't tell you to stop, keep kissing. And keep that ass up, I'm not warning you again."

Charlotte felt intimidated by the extremely pushy and criticizing voice, almost scolding her. She quickly bent forward again, and placed another few kisses on the woman's shoes, and again.

"Go up and down."

The woman's orders sounded simple, but almost crude at the same time. As if Charlotte was nothing but some slave she could order around. But Charlotte went along with it. The whole idea of kissing a woman's feet even turned her on. It was just so wrong. She placed soft kisses on Kath's feet, turning from one foot to the other.

"Mhm.. use your tongue." The order sounded dry, as if it was nothing special.

But poor Charlotte hadn't expected anything this kinky at all. Use her tongue? Seriously? She wanted her to.. lick her feet?

Charlotte had to swallow her pride, and while wondering whether this was normal, her tongue was already touching the woman's feet. If anyone knew she was down there licking some older woman's feet, she'd die.

"Yeah.. That's right," the woman commented while she just stood there, enjoying Charlotte's shy, inexperienced, wet tongue running over her feet while looking down on the pretty blonde's barely covered body, that perfect firm, slim, round ass sticking up obediently by now.

"If you forget sticking your ass out one more time, you're getting a few nice stripes of the cane on that ass, slut."

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat, as she was down there licking this mature woman's feet, from where her toes were covered by her pumps up towards her ankle, trying not to think too much about what she was doing. Once again she wasn't entirely sure she knew what she got into. The woman sounded so very serious. She was harsh and forward enough to not joke about these things. A stripe from the cane? No, that was definitely not what Charlotte wanted. She had been attracted to the whole idea of a kinky adventure, the naughty side of it, the clothing, the spanking, maybe the slight humiliation. But that kind of pain? God no. She promised herself then and there that she'd not risk getting the cane. Maybe she should have been a bit clearer about certain boundaries on her profile, was what she realized while she was down there, already doing something that was not exactly what she imagined she'd do.

Charlotte sensed that the woman was reaching over her, right before she felt her hand right in between her legs, reaching under her, and giving her a long stroke over her fully exposed pussy, right before giving it a soft slap. Charlotte shivered at the slap following the arousing stroke between her legs. She couldn't believe she was letting someone feel her up like that. It was completely beyond all subtlety, too. But she did it again, and clearly felt how warmed up and damp Charlotte was.

The woman reached for Charlotte's long blonde hair once again, and tugged on it without any warning.

"Let's go."

Charlotte for a second doubted what was expected of her, but then started to crawl with the woman. Crawling towards the door of what seemed to be the living room, in that house she had never been before. It was all so edgy. She could hardly believe she was doing this.

The woman opened the door in front of Charlotte's nose, and gently guided the pretty girl inside by her hair, crawling on all fours, wearing just her sexy lingerie and high heeled shoes, and not even wearing panties anymore.

The apartment living room was so very much unlike Charlotte was used to. Small, sloppy, a few shaded white lamps giving the room a somewhat dark but cold atmosphere, which contrasted with the high temperature in the room. There were clothes and shoes on the floor, and a basket with laundry next to the couch, as if she was folding laundry earlier. The heavy smell of a scented candle immediately penetrated Charlotte's nose, as if it was the woman's way of creating some kind of atmosphere. But Charlotte didn't get that much time to think, as she was yanked up by her hair, immediately crawling up to stand on her feet, facing the woman again.

The woman reached out to Charlotte like she did earlier, and again layed her hand in Charlotte's neck, and pulled her down towards her. The woman once again pressed her open lips against Charlotte's, who, overwhelmed as she was, opened her mouth as well, after which the woman swirled her tongue inside Charlotte's mouth. Another kiss. She still had to get used to the way the woman wildly kissed her, while in the meantime she felt the woman's hand between her legs, fondling her pussy firmly, and she felt her middle finger probing her lips. She sighed in between kissing while she then suddenly felt two fingers firmly pushing into her pussy. Her pussy was tight, but she was so very wet, that they slid in without any resistance.

She felt so weird, standing there in just that very slutty outfit, barely dressed, being fingered right in the middle of someone's living room. The woman ended the kiss, but kept fingering her, holding her head pulled down, wanting her face near her. She kept a very steady rhythm as she fingered pretty Charlotte deep, squirming quietly.

"That's why little sluts don't wear panties, understand?"

Charlotte just squirmed as she was fingered like that, literally being fucked by her fingers, and barely hearing the question. But Kath expected things. For a split second, she released pressure in Charlotte's neck, and the next moment Charlotte felt a sharp slap in her face, and immediately holding Charlotte's neck again after doing so.

"Answer me bitch," she elaborated coldly, while Charlotte hardly knew what was happening.

"Yeah.." Charlotte sighed awkwardly.

"You're immediately answering when I ask you a question."

All kinds of things were on Charlotte's mind as she once again noticed how strict this woman really was. And this strict woman was fingering her deep and steady. Again she wondered what she had gotten into.

Finally, the woman withdrew her fingers from Charlotte's soaking wet pussy. Without even wiping them, she grabbed Charlotte's hair again, pulling her down.

"On your knees. Start at my feet."

Charlotte felt confused for a second, but not more than that. She had a good idea of what she expected, especially when right in front of her, she saw the woman pull up her short skirt, exposing her trimmed, black haired pussy right in front of her. She was not wearing panties either. This whole thing was so very obviously about sex.

Charlotte bent deep once again, and somewhat reluctantly, started to kiss the woman's right foot again.

"Hello? Where's that tongue?" the woman snapped at her immediately, harshly criticizing poor Charlotte.

Charlotte felt a slight tremble through her legs as she immediately stuck out her tongue again, running it over the woman's feet, alternating between her feet, and slowly licking up, over her ankle, her shins, her calves even, as the woman casually turned around, letting the blonde girl worshipping her body like that. Charlotte couldn't believe she was doing this. Literally licking some woman's body she didn't even know.

The woman just stood there after she turned once again, a satisfied look on her face, not for Charlotte to see, as the girl approached her knees, and went further up her thigh. She could even smell the woman's pussy.

"Kiss," the woman said, as she turned again, and Charlotte was approaching her upper thighs with her tongue.

This was all so perverted. She literally started kissing the woman's cheeks. Small, awkward kisses.

"More passion, slut. Like how you were just kissing me. Put some effort into it," the woman interrupted her again, harshly.

Charlotte felt yet another wave of humiliation taking hold of her body, making her blush ever so deep, as she then started to kiss the woman's butt passionately, almost as if she was making love to it. It felt so ridiculous. But she did it.

"That's a good whore," the woman mumbled as Charlotte kept worshipping her ass. "Have you ever been pimped, whore?"

Charlotte didn't know what to think. What? Did she actually think she was a whore? Or had been one? What did she even mean? But she remembered all too well how she snapped earlier when she didn't answer immediately.

"No," she answered awkwardly, interrupting her kisses just for a second.

"Maybe you should," the woman only said, as she just stood there, leaving Charlotte's head spinning again.

The woman turned, while Charlotte kept kissing her, making the pretty blonde kiss all the way until the woman's pussy was right in front of her mouth. She reached down, grabbed Charlotte's hair once again, just loosely this time, and had the pretty blonde make love to her pussy. As if she was french kissing someone.

"Look up to me and start licking."

Charlotte could not possibly blush any deeper, while she then finally let her tongue run over the much older woman's pussy. She didn't know anything about her, and yet there she was, licking her pussy. Her first pussy. She tried as well as she could, running her tongue over the woman's lips, while looking up, into Kath's eyes, feeling so ashamed. Feeling like a complete slut.

But Kath had different ideas after Charlotte had been licking her for a few minutes like that. She tightened the grip around Charlotte's hair, and held her head still. She then reached down and parted her lips.

"Stick out your tongue." Again, that harsh voice.

Charlotte just stuck out her tongue, while the woman then started to ride on the girl's tongue. Literally using her tongue as a toy.

"Yeah.. that's it.. little slut.." she groaned.

Charlotte just sat there, with her tongue stuck out, feeling the woman's pubic hairs tickle over her nose, the musky smell taking hold of her mind.

"Further, stick it out," the woman said while she let go of her own pussy lips for just a second, slapping the poor, newbie blonde on her cheek.

Charlotte, overwhelmed by the woman's extremely dominant behavior, stuck out her tongue as far as she could.

"Hmm-hmm... yeah.." the woman groaned as she penetrated herself on Charlotte's tongue.

"Keep sticking it out.." she then said as she stopped rocking her pussy on Charlotte's tongue for a second.

She pushed herself forward, letting Charlotte's tongue slide in between her cheeks, and to the girl's dismay, all the way towards her anus. She shivered while her tongue actually touched the woman's puckered hole. Oh jesus christ. She was making her lick her ass. Or at least, push her tongue towards it.

For a second, Charlotte wanted to tell the woman that this was her limit. That she wanted to stop right here. Maybe they could do something else, but not this. This was just too perverted.

But fortunately, the woman slowly slid back, over her face, letting the girl's nose slide all the way through her crack, until she was back at touching her pussy again, rocking her clit against her tongue.

"Dirty whore.. make me cum," she said.

Charlotte didn't have to do anything. The woman kept her in a tight grip, and she just used the poor girl's tongue to rub her clit.

"Mhhh.. mmhh.. fuck.." she groaned, as she slapped the girl's face from out of nowhere yet again, her thighs starting to tremble as she started to ride the girl's face at a high tempo.

Charlotte wasn't sure what she was doing here for a few seconds. It was so very overwhelming. Was this woman seriously fucking her face? And slapping her face like she was completely her bitch?

The woman sighed deeply as she simply rocked her pussy on Charlotte's face, letting her lap up her juices.

"Good slut.. I'm going to fuck you as a reward," she said finally. "Get up."

The woman was still tugging Charlotte's hair like she was doing almost the whole time, controlling her physically like that, leaving no room for the inexperienced girl to do anything out of her own free will.

"Come on, on the table, all fours," the woman told her, in that same pushy tone she was using the whole time.

Charlotte couldn't do anything but climb on top of the table. Dirty coffee cups, magazines, everything was still on there. Charlotte remembered all too well what to do, and while blushing, she managed to stick out her ass this time.

The woman walked towards Charlotte as she was sitting there in that embarrassing, slutty position, and stood next to the table, while she then casually unclasped Charlotte's bra, and somewhat roughly pulling it off her shoulders. Charlotte blushed as she then let the bra slide off her arms, while the woman was then simply weighing her bare breasts, right before playing with her nipples, tugging at them slightly, while Charlotte held her breath. She expected a firm tug any second. And she did, sending a tremble through her body as she held one of her nipples in a tight grip between her thumb and index finger for a few seconds. As if she owned the girl. As if she was a toy to do with whatever she wanted. No hesitation.

The woman walked away from her, out of Charlotte's sight. She just sat there, on her hands and knees, her beautiful ass stuck into the air ever so seductively, as she had learned to do by then, looking at the closed curtain of the apartment in front of her, finally having a bit of time to breathe, although trying to anticipate when the woman was going to be back, and tried not to think about how she'd get.. fucked, when she would come back.

The heat in the room had made her sweat, and the smell of scented candles would leave an association with this adventure in her mind for the rest of her life, probably. She just started to wonder who else might live in this apartment, when she heard the woman walking back to her from behind her, and gently laying her hand on her bare, inviting butt, even squeezing her cheek playfully for a few seconds.

The hands were withdrawn again, and Charlotte listened closely, not at all sure what to expect now. She swore she then heard a bottle of lube opening though. She held still, nervously waiting for what was to come. At any moment now, she expected something to press against her. Against her pussy. And something did press against her. Something hard, cold and very slippery. And not against her pussy, but against her asshole. Oh jesus, what was happening.

"Hold still," the woman's harsh tone filled the room again.

Charlotte desperately tried to keep sticking out her firm butt, while she then closed her eyes and gasped as the thing was pushed inside her ass. She didn't even know what it was. She felt a hard, lubed up thing slide deep inside her, and it was impossible to stop it. It slid right in because of the lube. Feeling all filled up, she then felt something hairy against the back of her thigh. She looked over her shoulder at last, and saw the woman playing with a fluffy, long furry tail, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Nice little pet, hmm..?" she said as Charlotte looked back at her.

Charlotte was too overwhelmed to respond, but the woman was still all about zero tolerance. A sharp, hard slap on her ass cheek pulled her back into the game the woman was playing.

"Answer."

"Yes," Charlotte answered awkwardly. This was so humiliating.

Another sharp smack on her ass followed, making the fluffy tail swing back and forth a bit.

"I thought so," muttered the woman.

For a second then, Charlotte was left alone again, but she felt ever so tense. She knew this wasn't the end of it. Again she heard that bottle of lube opening, and she had a hunch of what was coming. And it did, although she could not have predicted its intensity. The cold, smooth tip of what turned out to be a somewhat large dildo, much larger than the few dildos Charlotte owned, pushed against her pussy lips, and without taking all too much time, the woman pushed it firmly inside Charlotte, who squirmed.

There she was, in a completely unfamiliar, small apartment, in a neighborhood she had never been before, visiting like some kind of slut, and getting fucked like one for sure.

The woman grabbed Charlotte's hips, and started fucking her slowly, pulling her pretty pussy back on the dildo, the butt plug still inside her, and the tail pulled up casually, resting on Charlotte's lower back. It was such a slutty, perverted sight.

The woman was very experienced, and Charlotte felt so very conflicted. She felt dizzy at times, while the woman knew exactly what she was doing, but she had such a hard time giving into being fucked like this. This was too crazy, wasn't it? Having this plug in her ass, with that weird tail attached to it, and then being fucked like that on top of the table.

But the woman reached under her while she was fucking her, finding her clit with her fingers while she was riding the pretty girl. There was no escaping for Charlotte. She was going to enjoy it.

She closed her eyes, and held her breath, right before squirming deeply again. Her clit was almost too sensitive to touch, but the woman did it anyway, almost in a forceful way, leaving no room for Charlotte to slow down any of this.

Charlotte felt as if she was being dragged down into a tornado of thoughts and feelings. Everything passed by in front of her eyes again. How she found the apartment, how she was spanked in the hallway, how she was made to please that woman, worship her body even, and now she was being fucked. It was crazy. But it felt so crazy good, too. But so wrong. So very, very wrong. Anyone who she knew would disapprove of a crazy idea like this. But maybe that was the exact thing that turned her on so much. The guilt in this pleasure.

She came hard, gripping the side of the table hard, while squirming deeply.

"That's it, horny little slut," the woman continued to taunt her, but it weirdly stimulated Charlotte's mind at this point.

"Fuck.." Charlotte sighed, after dizzying orgasm that might have lasted a minute long.

She barely even noticed how, while sitting there on her knees and elbows by now, resting her head in her hands, the woman withdrew the dildo, leaving her pussy wide open, and started to pull the plug out of her butt. She shivered as the thing then left her tight little hole.

"Up," the woman simply said, while then giving a gentle little slap against her cheek.

"My daughter is going to be home in twenty minutes, so you've got to get going."

Charlotte wasn't sure she heard that correctly. Her daughter. She didn't want to know that. She just slightly nodded.

"I just want to call an Uber if that's okay," Charlotte replied awkwardly, while climbing off the table. It felt as if all her muscles hurt from the pounding she just got.

"Yeah, do whatever you need," the woman replied, adjusting her skirt while Charlotte put on her bra again.

It was the first time that she treated Charlotte as an equal, instead of a sex crazed, incredibly controlling woman. But she did not seem to have any interest in Charlotte outside of this little adventure.

Charlotte left for the hallway, and getting her phone from her coat, she ordered an Uber before even getting dressed.

"It's here in 10 minutes," she told the woman, who just nodded, absent mindedly.

Charlotte picked up the small black dress from the floor, and put it on, over her still very warm body. She found her thong in the hallway, and put it on too, while the woman walked towards her, looking at her while she pulled up her panties again finally.

"Well how about you give me your number," she then simply said.

Charlotte hesitated, but she didn't want to be rude, even though she sure as hell wasn't sure she wanted something like this again.

"Sure, it's uhm.. this" she showed her phone to the woman, who typed the number on the display into her own phone.

"Your name?" the woman asked casually.

"Charlotte."

She regretted it as soon as she said it. She just gave her real name to this woman. She saw the woman adding her name to her number.

The awkward silence that followed while Charlotte was waiting for her Uber to arrive was unlike any other silence she ever experienced.

"So do you do this like.. often? Or.." Charlotte desperately tried to small talk the silence away.

"Yeah, once in a while." She paused. "You know, about the pimping thing, if you're interested, I can hook you up with some people I know."

Charlotte wasn't sure she heard that correctly.

"Oh. I uhm.. I didn't know that was a thing. Oh, hey, there's my Uber." Charlotte said as she looked on her phone, seeing the Uber cab arriving in the app.

"Alright, good night baby," the woman said as she opened the door for Charlotte, who was carefully covered by her gray coat again.

"Good night.." Charlotte said, as she then finally walked out of the apartment, down the stairs of that old building and onto the street, where her Uber was fortunately waiting for her.