Sandy

Organization: The Internet Access Company, Inc.

-SANDY-

By Ann Douglas

"Hold the door!" Sandy yelled as she sprinted the last twenty feet to the rapidly closing door of the Ferry's waiting area..

With only a half foot to spare, the blonde made it through, much to the disappointment of the deck hand who got his kicks closing the door in people's faces. Had she missed it, it would be a long hour's wait until the next Ferry at 1:30 AM. No sooner had she cleared the boarding ramp when it began to rise, freeing the Staten Island Ferryboat Alice Austin to begin her journey across New York Harbor.

Taking the late night boat was only one of the problems Sandy Carradine had encountered since going on her firms four to twelve shift about five weeks before. Over a month and she still couldn't get into sleeping during the day. In fact, the fact that the school bus for the local Junior High School was located right in front of her small apartment house guaranteed that she would wake up to the sound of two dozen teenagers beneath her bedroom window every morning at 7:00.

Dropping her large carrybag onto one of the hard plastic seats, Sandy dropped exhausted into another. It had been another hot and humid August day and the night had brought little relief. The small Ferry was pretty empty this time of night, relatively speaking. At least it was a far cry was the two thousand or so who took the early morning Ferry ride she had been used to.

"Damn Betty Palmer for getting pregnant!" Sandy said under her breath. "It's her fault that I'm on this stupid shift again."

Six weeks ago, Sandy had been summoned to her supervisor's office and told that since Betty was taking early maternity leave, she would have to replace her as the night shift supervisor. The twenty five year old had protested that she had only come off the night shift six months before. Therefore it wasn't fair that she be sent back. That if anything, Steve Liebowitz, the new intern who would eventually replace Betty on nights when her four month tour was over, should just take over a little early.

The reply that she had gotten was that with Betty's sudden departure, they felt it would be better to have an experienced hand at the helm so to speak. Liebowitz just wasn't ready for all that responsibility. Fighting back her anger, Sandy had to resist the sudden urge she had to tell them what she would like to do with her experienced hand.

So for the last month, Sandy had rearranged her life to fit the new work schedule. With a few bumps along the way, she had finally settled into a more or less even routine. The only really great problem now was her boyfriend, Peter Ryan.

Sandy had been dating Peter for about three months. They had met through Jim Anderson, a mutual friend, at a birthday party for his wife. Sandy was instantly taken by his rugged good looks and electric personality. Six years older, Peter had looked into her deep blue eyes and asked her out less than five minutes after they'd been introduced. When they had gone out to dinner a few nights later, it took all the former Catholic High School girl's self control, not to jump into bed with him at the very first opportunity. Instead she congratulated herself on her self-control and jumped into the sack on their second date.

That was where their newfound relationship hit it's first speedbump. Peter Ryan may have been, tall, handsome, athletic, and incredibly charming, but astonishingly as it seemed, the man was absolutely boring in bed. Never in her life had Sandy spent the night with a lover so unimaginative. Oh, he wasn't a virgin, and he did manage to get the job done. Yet she sometimes wondered of his previous lovers had been some kind of cross between Mary Poppins and Snow White. Whenever she had suggested they try something a little interesting to spice up the night a little, he quickly backed off the idea. One night he had freaked when she had slid her cum-lubricated finger into his ass during a round of some pretty serious screwing. He nearly jumped out of bed and yelled at her for even trying such a thing. That was something that only "faggot's" did he had insisted. Try as she could, she'd been unable to regain his interest or erection that night.

Now it had been almost three weeks since they had slept together and Sandy couldn't wait until Saturday night. That was the only day of the week they could still see each other, and Peter had canceled out the last two weekends due to sudden emergencies. He made no secret of the fact that he was totally unhappy with the new arrangements, and Sandy wondered if he had canceled their last two dates just out of spite. She remembered the anger in his voice when he had told her when she talked to him last.

"It's not my fault that we only have one night a week that we can go out. If you want to spend more time together than you'll just have to find a way to make the time."

Sandy had been incredibly angry as she slammed down the phone. What did he expect her to do --- quit her job?

Pushing the angry memory to the back of her mind, Sandy began to look about the small cabin and take note of her fellow passengers. It was a little game she sometimes played, a way to kill time on the twenty minute ride when she didn't feel like reading. She would pick out a person at random, and try to make up a story about their sex life. It was a silly game really, but it was fun sometimes. Of course, during the daytime she had a lot more interesting people to choose from.

Her selection finally narrowed down to an cleaning lady who looked like those old Russian woman you always saw in the movies and a tall Hispanic woman in a crisp white nurse's uniform. Feeling a little naughty in her imagination tonight, it had after all been so long since she'd be laid - she picked the nurse.

The woman looked to be about twenty-two or three , with olive skin. Her hair was a soft reddish brown, highlighted with gold. The buttons of her starched uniform were opened exceeding low, revealing a more than ample bosom. Sandy wondered if she normally wore it that way or had just opened it due to the dreadful heat. Following her gaze downward, Sandy noted the long slender legs the seemed to go on and on. It was hard to judge her height from a sitting position, but Sandy guessed it to be about five foot nine.

She must work at a hospital, Sandy thought, or be a private nurse who covers a late shift for someone. A wicked smile came to the office manager's face as she imagined the nurse giving some dirty old man some tender loving care. She tried to imagine the body under the starched whites, wondering how she made love to a man. Was it any different? There had been three Puerto Rican girls in her high school class but Sandy hadn't been friends with any of them. There were a number of Hispanic men and women who worked for the firm, four on her night shift alone. But Sandy had always had to deal with them in a supervisor/employee role and such a relationship didn't easily lend to friendship.

Eventually, the boat docked at Saint George and Sandy followed the small crowd through the terminal to catch the next train southward. She'd passed the Nurse on the way out but didn't give her a second glance. After all, the game was over and she had to be sure and not miss her ride. Like the Ferry, the SIRT only ran once an hour after midnight. If she had noticed the woman in white, she'd have seen the small smile on her red lips. Sandy's little game hadn't gone unnoticed.

The next day was Tuesday, and it was a day pretty much like any other. Sandy had tried to call Peter several times but was always catching him in conference or out. She knew he was avoiding her, forcing her to decide between him or her job. Well she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She'd teach him to take her for granted. Wait until they went out on Saturday night. Even if she had to tie him down to do it, Sandy was determined to give him the fuck of his life. After that, lets see him ignore her. After all, she remembered, at first he really wasn't keen on the idea of her going down on him. Yet after only a single demonstration, he quickly became a convert to the idea.

The night passed rather quickly and midnight soon came. Taking up an offer for a lift to the South Ferry Terminal, Sandy had no trouble making the twelve-thirty boat. As was her custom, she took her usual seat in the rear right section of the boat. It was funny, she thought how people always seem to go to the same seats night after night, even when there was so many empty seats.

In fact, since most of the people around her were the same night after night, she usually looked for the outsider to be the player in her game. Bypassing the familiar faces, Sandy's sights stopped for a moment on a tall olive skinned woman in a security guard's uniform.

"Now there's a lousy job to have," Sandy said to herself. "Long hours, minimum wage."

Discounting her as a player, Sandy's imaginary scope moved on. After all, why pick the same type of person two nights in a row. Finding no one that struck her immediate interest, the blonde was surveying the choices a second time when she took a longer look at the security guard.

"She's the nurse!" Sandy exclaimed to herself. "The hair is black now and in a braid, but that's the same woman. I'm sure of it. How could she be a nurse one day and a security guard the next?"

Determined to get a closer look to be sure, Sandy waited until the Ferry began to get close to port and people began to line up at the front of the boat. That was another thing she had never understood. Why with only about a hundred people onboard, a line would still form at the gangway before they even docked. Whatever the reason, it gave her an excuse to take a closer look at this mystery woman.

Pausing at the row just in front of the woman, Sandy leaned on an empty row of plastic seats as if to steady her balance. Taking a long, hard look, she confirmed it was indeed the same woman who had worn the nurse's whites the night before. Right down to the bright red lipstick and the open buttons on her blouse. After a few seconds, the woman looked up from her newspaper and smiled at Sandy. Embarrassed at being caught staring, the blonde haired woman quickly and wordlessly moved to the front of the boat.

The next day, Sandy couldn't get the strange woman out of her thoughts. This was a much more exciting game than she was used to playing. Would she be back on the Ferry tonight, if so, how would she be dressed...and why? The hours seemed to go so slow and as midnight approached they seemed to go even slower. Finally, the night was over and she rushed out the door. When her ride to the terminal got stuck behind a bus, Sandy watched the minutes click off on the dashboard clock and as twelve twenty approached, she was sure she'd missed her boat.

Rushing up the escalator, Sandy reached the top just in time to see the sliding access door close to only a one foot opening. She had missed it.

Suddenly the door stopped and began to side back open. Pushing it was a different younger deckhand.

"Hurry up." He yelled. "You can still make it."

As she dashed inside, Sandy paused just long enough to smile at the deckhand and say thank you. Between the humidity and the rapid beating of her heart, she was covered with sweat and out of breath by the time she took her seat.

It took no effort to locate her mystery woman, she had moved to a new seat only a few rows in front of Sandy as if she wanted to be seen. It seemed as if she was now an equal player in the game, but what was the game and what were the rules?

As on the previous two nights, the woman now projected a totally new image. She wore a bright blue business suit with a matching skirt. Her buttons were firmly closed this time, her top button covered by a small cloth tie. Her hair was still black but now long and tied tightly into a bun. If she had to pick an occupation for the woman, Sandy's first choice would be a librarian.

This time, Sandy didn't approach the woman. In fact, she waited until the boat docked and the "librarian" exited first. All during the ride home on the train, Sandy couldn't contain her excitement. This was exciting - who would she be tomorrow?

Thursday passed in a blur. All Sandy could think about was the Ferry trip home. Peter had called and left messages for her on her voice mail but she was in no rush to return his calls. Let him wait a while and see how he likes it. Finally as eleven-thirty struck, Sandy did something she had never done before - she left work early. She just couldn't take the chance she would miss the twelve thirty Ferry. It had been a slow night and after making sure that everything that had to be done was done, she left the office in the hands of her assistant.

Reaching the terminal about midnight, Sandy carefully scanned the crowd gathered in the large waiting area. There was no sign of her. The sliding access door soon opened and the small crowd surged inside. Checking her watch, Sandy took a position right at the door and waited until the last possible moment to board. So absorbed was she in looking for her quarry that she didn't even notice that the door had begun to close.

"Hey lady, are you coming or what?" Called out the deckhand, rousing Sandy from her trance.

Without a word, she ran up the corridor and onto the Ferry. Taking her usual seat, she stared out the window into the night sky. Watching the tiny lights spread across the harbor, Sandy felt a little let down. The game had been fun and a lot more interesting than it usually was. She was sorry to see it end.

"Maybe I just missed her?" She said to herself. "Maybe she was dressed in such a way that I didn't recognize?"

That thought in mind, Sandy rose to her feet and began to walk the length of the small Ferry. After her second circuit and an inspection of every passenger aboard, for all Sandy knew she could be dressed like a man tonight, she finally had to admit defeat. The boat docked soon after and a slightly dejected woman walked to the waiting train.

The next day, Friday, seemed to be the worst day of the summer. The mercury never dropped below 98 the entire day and the setting of the sun beneath the horizon brought no real relief. Nothing had gone right that day for Sandy. A short blackout in her area had put an end to the air conditioner, driving her totally up the wall. Inside her small apartment the temperature soared over a hundred.

Her attempts to contact Peter had hit a stone wall. As far as she knew, they were still on for tomorrow, but he was being a real prick about returning her calls. She would show him she thought, wait until I get him into bed. Maybe I'll bring him right to the brink and then suddenly get a headache. That'll show him not to play these games. That she was equally guilty never occurred to her.

During the dinner break that night, Sandy mentioned the strange woman on the Ferry to a few of her friends. She left out the part about her little fantasy game of course, just mentioning how she had seen this woman dressed up a different way each evening. Each of the people at her table had a different idea of why the woman was dressing up like that. Sandy listened with interest at each suggestion.

"A lot of people have both a day and night job, maybe she just has a lot of different part time jobs." Suggested Kathy Davis.

"I thought about that," Sandy replied as she nibbled at her salad. "I could match up her being a nurse and then some other kind of professional the night she wore the suit, but somehow being a by the hour security guard didn't really fit in."

"I'll bet she's an actress." Mary Jane Sullivan suggested. "You know they sometimes really try to get into a character when they're trying out for a role. Maybe she's just attending a lot of auditions."

"That's a good idea, I hadn't really considered that one." Sandy said. "But wouldn't most auditions be held during the day?"

Mary Jane thought about it for a second then nodded in agreement. She hadn't thought of that.

"There's another possibility that you ladies have overlooked." Said Timmy O'Brien, the only man in their little quartet. "She could be a hooker."

"A hooker?" Sandy repeated in surprise.

"Yeh, think about it." Timmy continued. "A lot of guys are into that role-playing scene. Maybe she gets a turn-on wearing her outfit of the night home."

"Speaking from experience are we?" Kathy quipped with a sly smile.

"Or maybe she just doesn't have time to change since she has to catch the 12:30 Ferry just like Sandy does." Mary Jane interjected.

"I don't know." Sandy mused. "Well no matter the reason, she wasn't on last nights boat so I guess she was lucky enough to get off the night shift. Something none of else will ever do if we don' get back to work."

With a serious of faked moans and groans, herty, most of the passengers choosing to sit outside. As she turned the page she became aware of the other person. When she lowered the paper to take a look, it was all Sandy could do not to drop the paper in surprise.

Sitting not four feet away, was Sandy's mystery woman. Sandy's mouth hung open as she took in the image before her. Gone were the professional outfits, or even the blue collar security guard's uniform. The only job description that her current outfit could fit was that of a 42nd Street Streetwalker.

Her hair was now a bright and curly blonde, a color so unnatural that Sandy was sure that it was a wig. Her lips were full and red, and the small stud earrings she had worn on previous occasions were now replaced by wide gold hoops. Her large 38 inch breasts were barely contained by the red bikini top she wore. In fact, the points of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. Her blue pants were cut so short that if Sandy was sure that if she looked closely, she would see a few loose pubic hairs sticking out of the edges.

The woman just seemed to smile at Sandy, then ignored her completely. Sandy tried to go back to her paper, but was unable to stop stealing glances. With an eerie fascination, she watched as droplets of sweat formed between the woman's breasts and ran down her stomach and disappeared beneath the material of her oh so short pants.

Sandy had never been attracted to other women, but couldn't take her eyes away. She could feel a familiar wetness between her legs and was lying to herself when she blamed it on the humidity. The olive skinned woman just radiated sexuality, a raw unbridled lust that hit Sandy full force. The tingling between her legs grew so strong that Sandy wished she was already home so she could find some relief. Instead she sat there with her paper, trying hard not to show the arousal sweeping within her.

The scantily clad woman just continued to smile thought out, she knew the effect she was having on Sandy. She was now in control of the game and found immense pleasure in hitting all the right buttons to drive Sandy to distraction.

Finally she looked right into Sandy's bright blue eyes and seemed to capture her soul. Her tongue glided sensuously across her full red lips as she brought a hand up and ran her long fingernails down the crevice between her tanned mounds. Sandy was no longer making any attempt to disguise her interest. Wiping the sweat from her breasts, the woman brought her index finger up to her mouth and slowly licked it clean.

"Any more of this and I'm going to cum right here in my panties." Sandy thought as she watched the woman cup her other breast with her free hand. "I can't believe I'm getting this turned on by another woman."

Then, abruptly, the woman stopped her caressing of her breasts and rose from her seat and headed for the front of the boat. It was only then that Sandy realized that they had docked and most of the people had already left. Grabbing her bag from the floor, Sandy began to quickly follow the woman off the boat. Her steps propelled by a strange mixture of both fear and excitement.

Following the last of the crowd into the St. George Terminal, Sandy could see people ahead of her make the right turn that led to the train and the various buses. To her surprise, the object of her interest turned instead to the left and disappeared into a closed off accessway.

For a long minute, Sandy stood at the junction as the last of the other passengers disappeared from sight ahead of her. Finally overwhelmed with curiosity, she carefully began to follow the "streetwalker" down the corridor.

About thirty yards down, the causeway again branched off to the left and Sandy stopped dead at the corner. As she peeked around the wall's edge, she had to bit down on her lip to keep from making a sound. There, about ten feet away, stood one of the deckhands from the Ferry she had just exited. His back was to her so she couldn't see his face. What she could see all too clearly was the mystery lady from the Ferry on her knees in front of the man. Her position and the motion of her head couldn't be mistaken for any activity other the obvious.

From her vantage point, Sandy could tell that the dark clad man was already near to climax. He was either incredibly horny or she was one talented cocksucker to bring him off so quickly. Sure enough, Sandy heard a loud gasp from the man as he exploded into the woman's mouth. Sandy watched for a few more seconds as the tall hooker, she couldn't think of her any other way right now, withdrew his cum covered cock from her mouth and proceeded to lick him clean.

Suddenly aware that she could be caught, Sandy began to quickly and quietly retrace her steps. She'd gotten halfway down the dimly lit corridor when she heard the man turning the corner. Quickly she ducked into a small doorway covered in shadow. She held her breath as she watched him pass. no sooner did he turn the corner, Sandy heard the hooker's footsteps coming from behind her. Again trying to blend into the darkness, Sandy waited until she had been passed by.

The hooker stopped abruptly, just out of Sandy's line of sight. Sandy's heart was racing like a triphammer as she heard the soft footsteps suddenly stop.

"I hope you enjoyed the show." The hooker suddenly said.

"Oh God, she knows I'm here!" Sandy cried out in her mind.

"Come on out, I don't bite." The Puerto Rican woman said. "Unless of course you're into that sort of thing."

Stepping out of the shadows, Sandy blushed bright red with embarrassment.

"I figured you'd follow." The tall woman continued. "I could see how hot you were getting back on the boat."

Before Sandy could answer, the woman stepped forward and slid her hand under Sandy's skirt and into her panties.

"I knew it," She exclaimed. "You're dripping wet."

The sudden thrill as she felt this strange hand caress her pussy caused Sandy to freeze in her tracks. Again the potent combination of fear and excitement took hold of her body. Before she could respond to the surge of mixed emotions, the hooker pressed her against the cool tile wall. Opening her mouth to protest, Sandy felt the softness of another woman's lips pressed against her own for the first time in her life. This was immediately followed by the wetness of a tongue as it invaded her mouth. The taste was tangy and familiar, and it took a second for Sandy to comprehend that what she was tasting was the last traces of the deckhand's cum.

Drawing her attention away from the erotic kiss was the sudden penetration of her wet mound by one of the woman's long slender fingers. With a rapid motion, she slid first one, then a second, deep into Sandy. Then she withdrew them as quickly as they had entered, only to quickly replace them.

The frantic friction against her clit sent ripples though her body. She barely noticed the soft caress of the woman's tongue which had now moved to her neck. It wasn't until she felt a sudden tweak of pain that she became aware that the woman's other hand had slid beneath her blouse and now cupped one of her naked breasts. All that she cared about was the rising crest that was building between her legs and the eruption it foretold.

Then, barely a few minutes after she had started, the mystery woman felt Sandy's body quiver, then tremble as she slipped over the crest into a powerful orgasm. Pulling Sandy tight against her, she kissed her once again, this time finding no resistance to her tongue. Her fingers buried themselves deep within her as she squeezed hard on her soft white breast.

Sandy lost all sensation of time as she dropped into a bottomless pool of delight. All she cared about at that moment was that she wished that it would never end. That this incredible feeling had been initiated by another woman was the furthest concern in her mind.

But eventually it did end and Sandy's attention returned back to her situation. The woman withdrew her fingers from within Sandy and from under her blouse. She stepped back and took a good look at Sandy's now disorganized appearance. Her blouse was now hanging open, with one breast exposed. Bright red lipstick marks covered her mouth and neck. While her blue skirt now covered the cum soaked panties, the strong fragrance of girlcum told the tale.

"I knew you'd get into this." The hooker said. "I saw you checking me out the other night when I had that nurse outfit on. After I saw you search the boat for me last night I knew that you'd follow me tonight."

"You were on the boat yesterday?" Sandy gasped as she tried to control her breathing. "But I looked everywhere."

"No, you only check were passenger's are supposed to go. I was nice and cool in the crew's cabin. It's amazing what a little promise of a blow job can get you."

Sandy then realized that it was the delivery of that promise that she had witnessed. Even now she found it exciting. More so was the idea that she had cum at the hands of another woman.

Sandy watched in erotic fascination as the woman brought her cum covered fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, just as she had licked the deckhand's cock.

"Mmmm." She purred. "I figured a fine lady like yourself would have a good taste."

Reaching into her small purse, the woman withdrew a small card and slid it into the straps of Sandy's exposed bra. She leaned forward and kissed her again, this time it was lightly and quick.

"If you ever want to find out what it would really be like, give me a call." She said with a smile. "In fact, for a pretty white girl like you, I'd do it for free."

With that she turned and headed down the corridor. Sandy watched the sway of her tight ass until she disappeared from view. Taking the card from her bra, she moved over to the light to read it.

It read: Creative Illusions - Bringing Fantasy To Life. 24 hrs 7 days , 555-1034. In the lower right corner of the card was a name - Jasmine.

A sudden thunderclap brought Sandy back to reality. It was finally going to rain. After spending a few frantic minutes getting herself as presentable as possible, Sandy raced down the hall to try and catch the train. This time she was too late.

Standing on the empty platform, feeling the wetness of the welcome rain as it splashed down from the small overheads, Sandy decided she didn't mind waiting for the next train just this once.

She lifted the card so she could read it one last time. Her hand was over the trash when she changed her mind about tossing it. It would make a nice souvenir of her little adventure. Not that she could ever tell Peter or anyone else about it - they just wouldn't understand.

It was almost noon when Sandy woke the next day. She hadn't gotten home until almost 3 AM. The whole experience last night seemed like a dream. It was only the small white card sitting atop a pair of stained panties on her night table that testified to the events actually having happened. Still that was yesterday, and she had the little matter of straightening out her relationship with Peter to attend to today. Jumping out of bed, she jumped into the shower and washed the remnants of last nights adventure down the drain. She would have to hurry if she wanted to make her one o'clock appointment at the beauty salon. Thankfully she had scheduled it a week ago, before the fighting with Peter had begun. Sitting in her closet was a new dress she'd been saving for a special occasion. Peter was going to get it both barrels tonight.

Just making her appointment, Sandy let her mind drift as the beautician performed her magic. She had every facet of tonight's date planned. By the end of the night, Peter would be on his knees apologizing. The thought of Peter on his knees gave her another idea. One of her girlfriends had told her about a special service that was offered at this particular salon. You wouldn't find it posted on any of the walls, but if you asked, it was available.

"My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special service you have here. A special kind of cut." Sandy softly asked of the beautician who's name tag read Lucy.

"Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts." Lucy replied. If you like, we can take care of it as soon as we're done out here."

Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in the back room propped up on a table much like that used by her gynecologist, right down to the stirrups. Sitting on a stool between her legs was Lucy, who was carefully using a small pair of scissors and a straight razor to trim her pubic hair. By the time she was finished, the large blonde bush hairs were now only an eight of an inch in length and had been crafted into the shape of a heart. Peter had been reluctant to going down on her before, but after she was finished with him tonight, he'd be more than happy with the proper instruction on the way to her heart.

After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop at a nearby Lingerie Store and bought the sexiest bra and panty set she could find. In her mind's eye she could just see herself standing before Peter in them.

"Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The man doesn't stand a chance."

A few more stops at the grocery , the video store and the dry cleaners brought an end to Sandy's errands. Returning to apartment about 5:30, she took a second shower to wash away the days sweat. Even with the early morning rain, the temperature still hovered in the mid-eighties.

Taking her time in the cool embrace of the shower, Sandy couldn't help but caress herself. She was so horny. One hand played with her small 34 inch breasts while the other carefully stroked her newly trimmed pussy. How different Jasmine touch had been. Both different and exciting. A large share of what made it so exciting was that for the most part it had been unplanned and out of her control. Never could she have planned to have had a sexual encounter with another woman, she just didn't have the nerve. Yet like any kind of sex, she had always been told that once you tried something the first time, it was always easier to try it a second.

The rush of the water in her ears was so loud that she hadn't heard the phone ring the first few times. As she shut off the water she heard the last ring before it was picked up by the answering machine. Her first impulse was to race and pick it up before the caller hung up. After all, it might be Peter. Then the image of her running naked through the apartment only to find a dial tone when she got there filled her mind. No, let the machine answer it, that's what it was there for. She's call back whoever it was when she finished with her toilet.

Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty minutes finishing up. Her teeth were as white as after a trip to the dentist. Her breath, minty as Proctor and Gamble could make it. A careful application of her favorite perfume in all the right places completed the ritual. She was ready.

Donning the newly purchased bra and panties, Sandy took a long look at herself in the bathroom doors full length mirror. Her reflection returned her smile as she struck a pose.

"Sandy dear," She said to herself proudly. "There's no denying it. You are a babe!"

Exiting back into the living room, she noted that it was already 6:40. That gave her almost an hour before Peter would be by to pick her up. Plenty of time.

The flashing light on the answering machine caught her attention as she headed for the closest for her new dress. In her self admiration she had almost forgotten about the shower call.

Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she hit the play button and sat back. As she listened to the message, her face turned a bright crimson and her expression went from satisfaction to outrage.

"Hi Sandy," Began the recorded voice of Peter Ryan. "I realize that this is really short notice but I'm afraid that I won't be there tonight. I tried calling you earlier but got the machine and really wanted to tell you myself. As soon as you can give me a call, there's something we have to discuss."

"That lousy bastard!" Sandy exclaimed as she grabbed the phone and hit the autodial button for Peter's number. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"

The phone rang once, twice, a third time and with each ring Sandy's anger grew. She was about to hang up when she heard a receiver being picked up on the other end.

"Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice.

"Hello?" Sandy replied, her anger momentarily replaced by confusion. Had she gotten a wrong number? That had never happened before using the autodial.

"Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified woman.

"Is Peter there?" Sandy asked, sure that she must've been connected to the wrong party.

"Oh, he's .....I mean, hold on a minute will you."

Silence filled the receiver for a second or two, then she could hear two voices talking on the other end. Neither was clear enough to understand.

"Sandy?" Asked the suddenly loud and clear voice of Peter Ryan.

Count to a hundred before you answer in anger, Sandy's mother had always told her. This time it was too late, she was already up to two hundred.

"Who the fuck was that....the new maid?" Sandy thundered.

"Oh shit, Sandy." He replied. "I really wanted to handle this differently."

"Handle what differently?" She said in an exceedingly hostile tone.

"Well there's no easy way for me to say this, especially at this point." Peter continued, trying to ignore her anger. "So I guess I just have to say that its not going to work out between us. I'm sorry, but that's the cold honest truth."

"What?........" Sandy stammered, suddenly speechless.

"I don't think there's anything more to say. Again I'm sorry it couldn't have ended differently."

Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say something when she heard a click and found herself listening to a dead line.

"That self centered little prick....." She shouted as she hit the redial.

After two rings, the answering machine picked up. If anything, the message just pushed her further over the edge.

"Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan and Madeline Jakes.....We can't answer your call right now, but leave a message after the beep and we'll be back to you as soon as possible."

As the message finished, Sandy remembered the name Madeline Jakes. She had been Peter's girlfriend for over a year before he'd met her. They had broken up a month before Peter had attended the Anderson Birthday Party. She had spent all that time comforting him, and now that cow had moved back in and was getting all the benefits.

She was tempted to leave a message saying just what she thought of the two of them, but then just hung up after the beep. They'd simply hit the delete button and never even pay attention to it. By tomorrow, she was sure they'd have a new number.

For over an hour, Sandy sat there staring at the phone in her lap. The shadows in her apartment grew longer as the light of the setting sun slowly faded from her window. With the coming of the cool darkness, the temperature dropped a little more and for the first time in almost ten days was almost bearable. A good thing too because the power surge that had caused the blackout yesterday had knocked out her buildings 220 line and along with it the air conditioner. The building manager had posted a notice in the lobby that because of the heat wave, it would be Monday before it was fixed. Sandy hadn't really given it any notice before, figuring she would be spending the night at Peter's condo. Now she would be stuck here with no AC. At least since she was on the fourth floor she could sleep with the windows open.

"Well no sense in sitting here crying." Sandy said outloud. "Might as well make something to eat and see what's on the cable."

Heading into the kitchen, Sandy's calm lasted all of ten seconds. At least the pick could've broken up with her during the week. Then at least she could've set up a date for tonight. It didn't have to be anyone special. Just a guy she could have a few laughs with and take care of her needs. As her anger subsided, she was reminded how horny she'd been the last few weeks.

"Maybe I'll punch up a movie on Spice." She mused to herself. That was the cable's soft core movie channel. Once in a while she liked a good adult film. They weren't as good as the hard core videos she could rent near her office in Manhattan but they sometimes would have to do.

A quick dinner followed, and soon she found herself sitting on the loveseat with a pint of Hagan-Daz between her legs. Not exactly what she had planned to have there by this time. She had to admit to herself, sitting in the dark, watching a 3rd rate movie on HBO was a pretty pathetic Saturday night for an attractive single twenty-five year old.

The movie was so boring that Sandy dozed off for about an hour. When she awoke, the clock had just chimed 11:00. Not having gotten up until almost noon and having just had a nap, she knew it was going to be next to impossible to get to sleep anytime soon. Well at least she could change into something more comfortable.

Five minutes later she was back in the blacked out living room dressed in just a t shirt. It was still too hot to wear anything more. She was about to turn the television on again when she noticed some movement from the apartment across from her that caught her attention. Like her own apartment, 4b had all its windows wide open due to the lack of air conditioning.

With all her lights off, Sandy was almost invisible as she stood just a foot away from the window and looked into the brightly lit studio apartment less than ten yards away. There, for the second time in as many nights, Sandy was presented with the sight of a woman performing the act of fellatio.

The apartment across the way belonged to Linda DeCarlo, a divorcee in her mid-forties. Sandy had met her a few times, but had never had a conversation longer than hello, how's it going and so on. At the moment, Mrs. DeCarlo was stark naked straddling an equally naked man atop a pulled out sofa bed. Sandy watched with envy as the man's long cock disappeared into Linda's eager mouth. Shifting her attention to her other end to get a better look at the man, Sandy was disappointed to find his face buried between Linda's legs. Annoyed that she couldn't see his face, and more importantly that he wasn't over in her own apartment with his tongue between her legs like she had planned Peter to be.

Watching the two of them go at it, coupled with the memory of all the things she had planned for Peter that night brought the familiar wetness once more between her legs. This time there was nothing to prevent her from satisfying herself. She spread her legs and slid her left hand between her them. Then with a firm motion, she began to slowly stroke herself. With her right hand she reached up under her shirt and began to play with her nipples which had already hardened to her touch. After a few minutes, she began to feel a nice warm glow spreading out from her womanhood. It really wasn't want she had wanted, but it was a lot better than some stale movie.

Finally satisfied that both of them were lubricated and ready, the couple shifted positions giving Sandy her first real good look at her live entertainers. Linda's body was no surprise, it was exactly what she had expected it to be. A woman in her mid-forties, slightly overweight, not particularly attractive in Sandy's opinion. Her curly red hair obviously came from a bottle. In fact, her only asset seamed to be a pair of very large and full breasts. They sagged somewhat, one of the reasons Sandy had always preferred her own compact but firm bust. But many men liked large boobs as they liked to refer to them.

It was when the man came into view that Sandy actually was surprised. He had to be about thirty two, a good ten years or better younger than Linda. He wasn't a great looker, certainly not a hunk like Peter, but still he wasn't someone Sandy would've kicked out of her bed. But the problem was that he wasn't in her bed, he was in Linda's.

Sandy's masturbation effort grew in intensity as she watched Linda position herself on all fours and the younger man situate himself behind her. It was lucky that they now presented a side view with their gaze directed on the apartments side wall because Sandy had so quickly become lost in her self-pleasuring that she was no longer making any attempt to hide herself.

A sigh escaped Sandy's lips as she watched the man take a firm grip on Linda's ass and enter her gray tinged cunt from the rear. With powerful strokes he began to thrust forward and back, sending her slightly flabby body jerking in the direction of each lunge. If he hadn't maintained such a firm grim on her legs, Sandy was sure he would've sent Linda flying off the bed.

With both windows open, Sandy could hear Linda calling out for him to go harder and faster, a request he seemed more than happy to respond to. Also in response, the blonde voyeur increased her own ministrations, causing her fingers to rub against her now soaked mound with an animalistic frenzy.

Her breath was coming in small gasps now as her sweat covered body shook with anticipation. She was close, she knew it, but as much as she wanted to climax she wanted to do it simultaneously with the man across from her. Oh she wanted to be fucked so badly. If only she hadn't lost her overnight bag on the flight to Boston last month. When she had filled out the contents list for the Airline, she couldn't bring herself to list the vibrator that had been lost within it.

"Fuck me baby!" She heard Linda call out. "Fuck Mama good!"

Linda's huge tits bounced back and forth with each forward thrust as she slammed her bottom against her lover's balls. She was so deep in the rapture of passion that she no longer cared who heard her. Her orgasm overcame her with another potent thrust and she nearly screamed. He slammed into her one last time and held her tightly as he filled her with his hot seed.

Across the way, Sandy rammed nearly four fingers deep into herself, triggering her own climatic detonation. Her legs turned weak beneath her as she dropped against the wall for support. It was rare that she gushed, but her hand was covered with the juices of her labors. Cold sweat ran down her now naked body and she had to concentrate on regaining her breath. Staggering across the room, she dropped into her padded love seat.

Across the alleyway, Linda and her man had collapsed upon each other. Both showed the effort that had gone into their lovemaking. A large mixed pool of boy and girl cum stained the sheets and they were both too exhausted to even break contact. Laying there totally drained, they held each other and soon drifted off the sleep.

Sandy also felt exhausted, but sleep was still denied her. She had just had her second body quaking orgasm in less than a day, but she still found herself wanting. As intense as watching the couple across the way had been, it still didn't equal the excitement she had felt at Jasmine's hand that morning. She needed a partner, someone to guide her to what she was sure would be the most incendiary eruption yet.

The idea of heading out to a local bar and finding a man entered her mind for a few moments. Then it was quickly discarded, there was no guarantee that the man would be the lover she craved. After all, look at how disappointing Peter at been in bed at first. Nor could she simply call up any of the other men she knew. Some of them were really great in bed whatever their other faults, but she just couldn't let it be known that she had gone begging for sex.

Then the most outlandish idea of all popped into her head. The card Jasmine had left with her. A few days ago, the concept of lesbian sex never really entered her mind except as a fleeting thought. Now she realized that as much as she craved a hard cock deep inside her, even that would pale when weighed against the forbidden fruit she had only tasted this morning. She had always known she had a secret submissive streak, but had never had a lover she could let herself go with. Too often it would spill over into other aspects of the relationship. Yet during those few minutes in that dark corridor, she had been able to totally give in, because the sex was all there was.

"Yes," She exclaimed as she jumped up with excitement. "I'll do it."

Running into the bedroom, she grabbed the business card and reached for the phone extension. Pausing a moment to pick up the pair of soiled panties that sat beneath the card, she took a second to smell the still pungent odor of cum that clung to them. The memory of the orgasm that produced it flashed anew in her mind and she began to dial without hesitation. She was now obsessed with the idea.

The blonde haired woman could feel her heart beating as the phone rang for the third time. Glancing at the bedside clock she realized that it was nearly 1:00 AM. What if she wasn't there? The card had said 24 hrs, but what if she was already out? In a way, Sandy felt cheated by the thought that she might've been with someone else when she wanted her so much.

"Hi, you've reached the answering machine of Jasmine." Said the soft melodious voice that abruptly replaced the ringing tone. " I'm out right now so if you care to leave a message, please do so after the beep."

"Damn!" Thought Sandy. "I can't win tonight."

Waiting for the beep, Sandy started to formulate a message to leave but hesitated after a few words. What could she say. The possibilities flashed by in a second.

"Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the woman you finger fucked this morning...."

But what if someone else had access to the machine, someone who didn't know what she did for a living. What if she was married or something?

Then the machine beeped and she had to say something.

"Err....Hi Jasmine...This is Sandy......from the Ferry...... I was just wondering....I mean....."

"Hello,....Sandy!" A live voice suddenly replaced the tape machine.

"Jasmine?" Sandy asked excitedly. Just the sound of her live voice was enough to send a tingle between her legs.

"I was hoping you'd call, Sandy." She said. "I'd really like to finish what we started."

Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was it possible that Jasmine wanted her as much as she wanted Jasmine?

"I'd like that." Sandy replied, suddenly not believing that she was actually doing this.

"Great, when would you like to come over?" Jasmine asked.

"Well, I was kind of hoping you weren't busy now." Sandy replied, certain that if Jasmine said that they would have to wait until another time she would loose her lust driven courage and chicken out.

"Well, I was expecting some company...." Jasmine said, letting the idea hang in the air for a few seconds while she considered it. "But, I'm beginning to think he's going to be a no show. Tell you what, give me an hour to get it together and come on over. "

"It's not too late or anything is it?" Sandy interjected, her little fears rising and looking for a way out of her impulsiveness.

"No, of course not." Jasmine replied. "We're both on night schedules, so this is like early evening for both of us."

Sandy agreed, sending her little fears back to the recesses of her mind. She quickly jotted down the address Jasmine gave her, surprised that it was only about ten minutes away. She was about to end the conversation when Jasmine asked one last question.

"Sandy, you've seen me come home at night and you know I really get into role playing. Is their anything special you'd like to let me know before hand?"

Sandy took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. Over the phone, with a woman who was still a complete stranger to her, Sandy began to reveal her deepest fantasies.

Fifty minutes later, Sandy pulled her old '88 Civic up to a private house in the Annadale section. The outside light was still on and the street was deserted. Not that there was usually a great deal of foot traffic in this residential area at this time of night. As she approached the front door, she could hear the hum of the houses central air conditioning, at least it would be cool inside. Her feet were cold and her pussy hot as she reached for the bell. Hitting the chime three times as per her instructions, she waited for an answer.

It suddenly occurred to Sandy as she waited that she had no idea what Jasmine actually looked like. In the four times she had seen her on the Ferry, she had always been made up as someone else.

The door suddenly opened and a soft voice from behind it told her to step inside. Stepping into the alcove, she could look into the living room and saw that is was decorated in typical middle class style. She started to turn to get her first real look at her hostess but the placement of a soft hand on her shoulder prevented her from fully turning.

"Bedroom's right down the hall, make yourself comfortable and I'll be right there." Said the voice.

Following the instructions, she entered the bedroom. The room was decorated in pink and white, the centerpiece of which was a large canopy covered bed. A pair of large double glass doors led to a flower filled backyard. Stepping up to the bed, she ran her hand across the cool white metal frame. She'd love to have a bedroom like this, but it really wouldn't fit in her small apartment.

"I hope you approve..." came the voice from behind Sandy.

"It's lovely...." She answered as she began to slowly turn. "I was just surprise to find your house so decorated...I mean...."

"That's ok, The soft voice said. "You expected to find an empty room with a mattress tossed on the floor, the sort of thing you see in the movies. That's ok, there was a time that I worked in a place not much different than that. Of course where I work now is a Brownstone on Fifth Ave. That's aside, this is my home, not my place of business."

Covering her surprise with small talk , Sandy was stunned by her first real look at Jasmine. Standing about 5'9", she had shiny and straight black hair that was cut short in the front and sides and tapered in the back like a boy's haircut. Her eyes were a soft green and her lips were full and sensual even without lipgloss. Clad in a green silk robe, Sandy could only visualize from memory the body that had been so exposed by the hooker outfit.

"I'm so glad that you took me up on my offer." Jasmine said as she stepped over to Sandy and began to carefully unbutton her blouse. "There aren't many people I invite to my house, thoseare the few that I'd like to have as lovers, not clients."

Sandy smiled as the last button opened and her blouse fell away, revealing the red lace bra she had purchased the day before. The material barely covered her small breasts and Jasmine beamed as she ran her fingers across the half exposed nipples.

Sandy closed her eyes as Jasmine drew her closer for a kiss. She swooned as she felt her lips against her own, and without looking could tell that she was undoing the clip of her bra. The sudden touch of the chilled air against her now freed breasts caused her nipples to harder even more. She reached up and caressed them, lifting them for Jasmine's approval.

Smiling at Sandy's offering, Jasmine replaced the blonde's hands with her own and brought her mouth down to kiss both breasts. She reached out with her tongue and let it run across first one nipple, them another. Opening her mouth wider, she then took the entire nipple inside her and began to suck gently.

A soft moan emanated from Sandy as she felt the wetness of Jasmine's mouth on her breast. She'd had many men suck at her breasts, but none had ever felt so good. For most of the men she had dated, it was usually just something they had to get out of the way in order to get to their real objective. Few had ever taken to time to explore her breasts and find the most sensitive spots as Jasmine was now doing. Then it occurred to her that Jasmine found those spots so easily because she knew they would most likely be the same as her own. Sandy would have to test that theory when she got her chance at Jasmine's much larger breasts.

While she continued to lick and caress Sandy's small mounds, the darker skinned woman slid one hand down the white woman's back and under the elastic of her red lace panties. She ran her long nails across the pale skin of her buttocks, gently tickling the small opening to her anus.

Continuing onward, her fingers slid under her bottom and rubbed against her clit. It took but a second for her to realize that the feel of her cunt was now different. The large bush she had felt a day before was now gone.

"What do we have here?" Jasmine asked as she stopped what she was doing and pulled down Sandy's panties.

She bent down and took a long look at the newly trimmed blond hair and the heart shape it was now formed into. Looking up at Sandy, she grinned and said.

"I love it, you'll have to tell me where you had it done."

Assuring her that she would, Sandy reached down and gently nudged her closer to her already wet pussy.

"Impatient little bitch aren't we?" Jasmine asked in mock anger as she felt Sandy's gentle urging. "Well I can't say as I blame you. This pussy looks like its long overdo for a good licking."

Guiding Sandy over onto the bed, she motioned for her to lay back and spread her legs. Once she had a clear view of the dampness already covering the small blonde hairs, Jasmine reached down with her tongue and ran it across the length of her opening. She repeated that a second and third time, each time penetrating just a little deeper.

Spread out on the white comforter, Sandy closed her eyes and savored the wet soft touch of the Puerto Rican woman's tongue. Like she had on her breasts a few minutes before, Jasmine seemed to immediately find all the most sensitive spots.

Finally the attention of her talented tongue began to center on the core of her sexuality. Spreading Sandy's legs wide, Jasmine buried her face between them, sending waves of delight throughout the smaller woman. Her tongue was already covered by a heavy coating of lubricant and she took a moment to savor the taste. Deep in her own pussy she could feel a deep longing for her touch but she ignored it. There would be plenty of time to attend to her own needs later. Right now she wanted to attend to Sandy first.

Sandy's first orgasm erupted so unexpectedly that Jasmine was caught off guard as her mouth was filled with girlcum. It had been a long time since she'd been with a gusher. In response she pushed her face ever deeper, and with it her tongue just a little further up Sandy's love canal. All the while a carefully placed finger kept a steady vibration building in her small love button.

It wasn't long before Sandy's body quaked a second time. Now Jasmine was prepared for the burst of love juice and quickly collected it in her mouth. No sooner had Sandy's body stopped shaking and she opened her mouth to get a full breath of air when Jasmine was upon her. The kiss this time was forceful as her tongue pushed it's way between her lips. With it came much of the pussy juices Jasmine had managed to hold in her mouth. It was one of her favorite little tricks, letting a man or woman experience the taste of their own cum.

To Sandy's surprise, she enjoyed the taste, wondering if Jasmine's would taste different. Men tasted different she knew, but did women?

Laying alongside her as she recouped from her double climax, Jasmine ran her hand up and down Sandy's nude form. She cupped one of her breasts and gently kissed the nipple.

"I hope you enjoyed that." She whispered.

"Oh I did......." Sandy softly answered, but the unspoken response of her eyes said volumes.

"But it wasn't exactly what you expected, right?"

"I didn't mean that, it was wonderful." Sandy quickly replied.

"Don't worry love," Jasmine countered with a wicked grin. "That was just to warm you up, an icebreaker so to speak. The real entertainment hasn't even started yet."

Before Sandy could question the strange statement, Jasmine had shifted herself so that she could reach the top posts of the bed. Sandy heard a soft double click and when she tried to sit up to see what she had done, she was shocked to find that she was now restrained.

Lifting one hand so that she could see the leather cuff now wrapped around the wrist, Sandy could see that it was fur lined for comfort and tied with two metal clasps. She had a small freedom of movement, but not much.

"Now you'll get to see what it really feels like to have someone else in control." Jasmine declared as she moved down to the base of the bed. "Unless you'd rather stop the game right now and I'll untie you."

"No, its ok." The bound woman replied quietly.

"Good, I'd have been disappointed if you'd said yes." Jasmine said as she dimmed all the lights in the room except for the track lights around the bed. "You said you wanted to have someone else be in total control. Well this is just part of it. Before we start, let me just tell you that I'm not into pain or injury or anything like that. The real essence of domination is psychological, the cuffs are just a little reminder that you are no longer in control of the situation."

"But since you're really not a captive and part of your fantasy may be to act like you don't really want to do the things we're going to do, we need to have a code word. So once the game begins, you can say "no" all you want, and it will be just part of the game. But if you use the code word, the scenario will immediately stop. Lets see, how about " Mickey Mouse", that's not a phrase that's liable to come up in any other context. I think that's an excellent choice for a code word."

Sandy thought about her words for a minute. Deep inside her she could feel the same combination of fear and excitement that led her here in the first place. If she backed out now, she would forever wonder what it would have been like.

"Ok, Mickey Mouse it is." She answered.

"Good," Jasmine answered as she ran her nails across the bottom of Sandy's feet. "Then let the games begin!"

With a flourish, Jasmine dropped the silk robe to the floor. Sandy pulled herself up as high as she could so she could have a good look at her captor. Jasmine now wore a green satin and nylon teddy. The top of which barely covered her 38 inch bust, their wide brown aureole clearly visible through the lacy material. Her long smooth legs were now clad in sheer stocking, held up by a set of garters. In an age of pantyhose, it was something Sandy had never seen another woman wear.

Her lace panties had a long opening, allowing easy access to her own tightly trimmed bush. For a moment, Sandy wondered how it would look after it was trimmed by an expert and crafted into a heart. Finishing the outfit was a small strand of white pearls around her neck.

"Satisfied?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips and stuck a suggestive pose.

"Definitely!" Sandy responded.

"Well if you weren't, it would be just too fucking bad, bitch!'' Jasmine abruptly countered as she immediately became a character in Sandy's fantasy. "This outfit is for my enjoyment, not yours"

With that she jumped onto the bed and moved to straddle the helpless naked woman beneath her.

"It's about time a stuck up cunt like you learned how to eat pussy." Jasmine said as she squatted over Sandy's face.

From just inches away, Sandy could see the light pink skin of Jasmine's sugar walls. They were already coated by a shiny film of girljuice. The taller woman reached down and pulled her lips apart, giving her an even better look. Seconds later, the bright pink walls were pressing against her lips as Jasmine dropped down and pressed her pussy against her powerless captive's mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming as Sandy immediately tried to put her tongue to work. To her satisfaction, Jasmine did indeed taste just a little different. The woman on stop began a gentle rocking motion, rubbing her clitoris against Sandy's searching tongue, helping her to find the most sensitive points.

Jasmine arched herself backward and braced herself with both arms for support, all the time gyrating her lower body. With every motion she sent the rising waves of passion rippling through her light brown body.

"Not bad for a beginner." She said as she rubbed her cunt harder against Sandy's now cum covered face.

In truth, Sandy was doing a pretty great job for a beginner. What she lacked in skill she made up for with enthusiasm. Her tongue darted every which way it could, and although she didn't hit the right spots every time, she hit them often enough to get the job done.

Jasmine felt her orgasm about to burst. She could tell that is wasn't going to be a record breaker, but then again she hadn't expected it to be. Sandy soon could feel Jasmine's body shudder as her legs pressed tighter against her face. While she wasn't a gusher as Sandy sometimes was, there was enough of an eruption for Sandy to feel proud of her achievement.

Even after her body had stopped shaking and her pulse rate slowed closer to normal, Jasmine continued to slowly slide her now saturated pussy up and down across Sandy's face. She instructed her to lick her clean, a task the older woman seen to greatly enjoy.

Sliding her body down so that it was now parallel to Sandy's own, Jasmine took both her large breasts in her hands and began to play with them. She rubbed her fingers across the large pencil eraser sized nipples and signed with satisfaction at he pleasure the act released.

"You did pretty good with that tongue, lets give you something else to try it on." She said as she lowered her breasts to where Sandy could reach them.

Sandy wasted no time and immediately took as much of the closest nipple into her mouth as she could. Like a babe nursing at her mother's tit, she suckled the nipple sending a pleasing, almost electric feeling through the entire breast. Then she shifted her attention to the second breast, wishing her hands were free that she could play with them as well.

Enjoying the attention her neophyte lesbian lover was lavishing on her breasts, Jasmine again shifted her body. Both to give Sandy easier access to her prodigious mounds and to let her still inchy pussy rest against her lover's.

Trying to keep her breasts easily accessible, Jasmine began to rotate her pelvic region, pressing her own clitoris up against Sandy's. Both woman quickly felt the added stimulation and Sandy joined the effort. Despite their race to yet another climax, Sandy was unwilling to relinquish her newfound oral fixation, and as their movements began to increase in intensity, Jasmine had to help keep her nipples in reach of the blonde's mouth.

Soon their gyrations had become so erratic that keeping breast contact was impossible and Sandy had to reluctantly give up. In return she was treated to her third orgasm of the night, abet a rather little one but better a little one than none at all.

Jasmine on the other hand had failed to reach a climax, her own clit needing more stimulation than simple rubbing could provide. Sliding off the bed, she smiled at the tired woman stretched out there.

"Had enough yet, cunt?" She leered with a evil grin, still maintaining character.

"Yes..." Was Sandy's fatigued reply.

"Well that's just too bad," Jasmine responded, taking note that she had failed to use the code words. "Cause I've got one more surprise for you, and I think you're going to love it."

Sandy was caught off guard by Jasmine's statement, then she remembered the code words that she was supposed to use. She opened her mouth to say them, but no sound came out. Part of her didn't want it to end. That part of her was all too curious about what could be coming next.

"Well even if you don't love it," Jasmine continued. "It really doesn't mean shit, cause I know that I'm going to love it!"

With that she disappeared for a few minutes into a connecting bathroom. When she reappeared a few minutes later, she was holding a towel obscuring the view of her body from the waist down. Stepping up to the bed, she stood where Sandy could get a good view and then dropped the towel.

"Oh God!" Sandy exclaimed.

Strapped between Jasmine's legs was a thick 8" flesh colored dildo. It was almost twice as big as the vibrator Sandy had lost last month. She had seen pictures of things like that but had never seen one for real. It was like a rubber cock, right down to the fake veins on its sides and the large balls hanging beneath it.

"You said it'd been a long time since you had been really fucked," Jasmine said as she lifted the cock in her hand and climbed onto the bed. "What kind of hostess would I be if I let you go home without taking care of that need?"

Spreading her legs apart, Jasmine positioned the ersatz cock at the entrance to Sandy's still damp pussy. She pressed the cockhead up against the moist lips, parting them slightly.

"Relax, this isn't going to hurt........" Jasmines said as she eased her toy in slightly and then withdrew it, lubing it up as she did. ".......much." She then sinfully added.

A few more practice strokes and Jasmine was satisfied that she had enough lubricant on the rubber. Then with a firm grip on those pale white legs, she gave her first hard thrust forward, sending four inches up inside her woman. Sliding it back she repeated the exercise, this time watching six inches disappear between Sandy's cunt lips. Another stroke and she would be able to take it all.

Through it all, Sandy bit down on her lip as she felt herself being penetrated. Her hand maintained a tight grip on the straps that held her into place. It was more than she'd ever taken before, but she knew from experience than even though it hurt now, it would soon get better. She could end it all with a word, but that option no longer even occurred to her.

By the tenth stroke, the pain had begun to turn to pleasure as Jasmine began to really get into a rhythm. Sandy was now actively thrusting her body to meet each incoming lunge. It now felt so good that she couldn't remember the last time a man had fucked her like this. The only think that could make it better was that if it could be made of flesh and blood instead of rubber. By now, Jasmine was lifting her off the bed with the intensity of her efforts as she got more and more into the fantasy of being a man taking care of "his" woman.

"Untie me!" Sandy yelled, "I got to have my hands free!"

Without missing a stroke, Jasmine reached up and hit the quick release on the left cuff. The right one followed a moment later. Her hands now free, Sandy grabbed Jasmine's ass and added her own strength to her thrusts. Pulling her deep inside her as she would a man, it was easy for her to also forget that it wasn't really a man atop her.

"Fuck me baby!" Sandy cried out as she felt electric surges rushing up and down her body. "Fill me up, give it to me!"

Both bodies were drenched with sweat, despite the air conditioning. Both woman knew that this would be the best yet, and at the same time they both knew that after it they be too wasted to do anymore. Because of that, they almost didn't want to reach the summit.

"Well, it looks like while the cats away, the pussies are gonna play." Said a loud booming voice from the bedroom's doorway.

The sudden appearance of a tall black man in the doorway brought both women to an abrupt stop. He stood a little over six feet tall with skin the color of night. The muscles that covered his dark body were clearly outlined by the reflective light of the track lights. He was only wearing a short cut off t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. The stranger was truly an imposing sight.

Sandy's eyes popped open in fear as she began to jump upward, only to be stopped by Jasmine's weight atop of her.

"It's ok!" Jasmine quickly said to Sandy as she felt her jump. "That's my boyfriend Jamal, he's the one I was expecting earlier."

"Hey, sorry I'm so late Baby," He said as he stepped into the room. "But the truck I was driving tonight broke down and I had to wait for a wrecker."

"And I suppose you never thought to telephone?" Jasmine countered.

"I did call, three times." He said, "But you've got the answering machine set for the first ring."

A sheepish look covered Jasmine's face. She had forgotten she had turned off the ringer on the phone after Sandy had arrived so they wouldn't be interrupted.

During this conversation, Sandy just laid there silently, caught up in the unbelievability of the situation. Here she was laying naked in front of this strange black man, while he holds a discussion about answering machines with his hooker girlfriend. Not to mention she had just spent over an hour and a half exploring the nuances of lesbian lust with that girlfriend. Or the fact that she was lying naked on top of her with a strap on dildo between her legs. A dildo that was still halfway up her pussy.

"How bout you then," Jamal continued. "You bringing your work home with you these days?" He added as he motioned to indicate Sandy.

"This isn't business." Jasmine replied. "It's personal."

"Well, well well." Jamal said as he stepped to the edge of the bed. "I have to compliment you on your taste. But then again I always knew you preferred the best. You picked me after all."

Both Jamal and Jasmine laughed at that one.

"Well as you can see, we were in the middle of something." Jasmine pointed out.

"I can see that, and had I only know I'd have been more than happy to have gone straight home." Jamal said as he reached the head of the bed, only a foot away from Sandy's head. "But seeing as I am here, and I did sort of kill the moment for the two of you, maybe I can make it up."

"And how would you suggest you do that?" Asked Jasmine.

"Well, how bout I give your girlfriend here something better than that piece of rubber to play with?" Came his reply.

With that he reached into his gym shorts and pulled out the largest cock Sandy had ever seen. It was as dark as the rest of his body, except for the large head which was a lighter shade of brown. Even in it's semi-erect state, it was as big as the dildo that still rested within her. What would it look like when it was fully hard?

Turning her gaze from Jamal's huge cock to Jasmine, Sandy was greeted by a look that told her it was up to her if she wanted it. After all, how could she object to her boyfriend joining in the fun after she'd spent the last few hours cheating on him. Yet was it cheating when she did it for money, or only when she did it for fun.

Such philosophical questions would have to wait for another day as Sandy turned her attention back to the new treat now only a few inches from her face. Jamal had begun to play with it and with each slow stroke it grew ever harder, and larger. Sandy had never even seen a black man naked before, much less having had been with one. It was another in the long list of forbidden fruits that had been drummed into her by her parents and friends. Yet, in view of all the taboo's she'd already broken in the last 48 hours, could one more make any difference?

The nearness of Jamal's enlarging manhood overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes focused on the small drop of precum that had appeared at the tip. Her nostrils filled with the pungent odor of his musk. Then not even aware she was doing it, she reached out with her tongue and licked away the sticky drop of precum.

She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the salty tangness which had for so long been denied her. Then she reopened both her eyes and her mouth and took as much of him as she could into her mouth.

Seeing that Sandy had made up her mind, Jasmine began to continue the thrusts which had been interrupted earlier. This time she kept up a slower pace, giving Jamal time to catch up. She began to pump automatically, just enough to keep Sandy excited, but not enough to push her over the edge. Instead she began to focus her attention on watching the white woman suck her first black cock. A cock she knew all too well.

It wasn't that she was jealous, Jamal and her had never stood in the way of each others physical pleasure. It was just that this was the first time she had actually been able to watch him with another woman and she was understandably curious.

The long black rod disappeared within Sandy's mouth. Try as she could, she could never get it more than halfway in. She could feel the power pulsing in it and as she ran her tongue down the length of it, she savored the titillation that she felt in every pore of her body. She was still aware of the dildo sliding in and out of her, but she couldn't help think how much better it would feel to replace the hard rubber with this flesh and blood monster that filled every corner of her mouth.

Licking his massive balls, she slid his shorts all the way off. He responded by pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it onto the floor. Climbing onto the bed, he left his sneakers on the floor so that he was now as naked as both women.

Jamal, moved to a sixty-nine position in which he could lick the top of her clit as the substitute cock slid in and out. All the while, Sandy continued to slide her mouth all over his cock. After a few more minutes, he looked down on her and said.

"You keep that up a few more minutes, Babe, and you're going to have a mouthful."

Sandy slid the saliva covered cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, "As long as you'll have a second load in there somewhere, I've got another hole I want to try this popsicle in"

Jamal nodded in ascent and Sandy redoubled her efforts. True to his word, it was only a few more minutes when he let loose with a large burst of hot liquid which filled her mouth.

Jamal had exploded on Sandy's downward stroke. So that first burst had shot right down her throat, causing her to gag. Letting his cock slip out, the second and third burst covered her face. He laughed when he looked down and saw the sticky goo spread all over her mouth and cheeks. She grinned back and stretched out her tongue as far as it could go and licked as much of her face clean..

Even after the last drop of white had oozed out of the small hole atop his cockhead, Sandy continued to stroke the large pole. True to Jamal's word, his cock continued to remain hard even after he had come.

Giving Jamal time to recover, Sandy turned her attention back to Jasmine. Far from having felt rejected, she had enjoyed watching the show that had unfolded before her. Sliding the dildo out from within Sandy, she had unstrapped it and held it up like a lollipop. The rubber was shiny with Sandy's juices and Jasmine licked it like a little girl eating an ice cream cone. She offered it to Sandy to share and between the two of then they had it licked clean in no time.

While the two of then had be enjoying the dildo treat, Jamal had inserted a finger or two into each of their pussies. With a practiced hand, he helped keep the two of then on the edge. This went on for about ten minutes until Jamal said he was ready to give Sandy what she really wanted.

As not to leave Jasmine out, Sandy took the now clean dildo and strapped it on. One more new thing to try. Jasmine quickly agreed with the idea as long as she could be in a position to watch Jamal fuck Sandy.

So Jasmine spread herself up against the pillows as Sandy entered her in the classic missionary position. The two woman went at it for a few minutes by themselves, kissing and licking each other as Sandy developed her own rhythm. Jasmine's cunt was so wet that she had no trouble accepting the full eight inches of the playcock.

Taking hold of Sandy's hips, Jamal entered her from behind in a single thrust. Like Jasmine, her love tunnel was so lubricated that she had little difficulty receiving his full hardness.

Quickly matching his thrusts to the opposite of Sandy's, Jamal would penetrate the light skinned woman just as she was withdrawing from Jasmine. Then he would withdraw as she in turn would enter his girlfriend, who would time her own pelvic thrusts so that she would pull the dildo as far in her as she could.

As the speed of this three way intercourse increased, each of the participants soon found themselves too wrapped up in maintaining their end of the arrangement to pay that much attention to any of the others. So it wasn't obvious to anyone except Jasmine that she would be the first to cum. After all, she had cum the longest time ago of any of them.

Sandy wasn't even aware that the brown skinned woman had climaxed until she realized that she was no longer coming forward to meet her own thrusts. She then stopped her own efforts and concentrated on enjoying the incredible pounding her own pussy was getting from Jamal.

Conscious that Jasmine had bowed out of the activity and was now just enjoying the show, Jamal altered his routine so that he could bring Sandy to an even greater climax than he had originally intended.

Reaching around to massage her small bust, he was surprised to find he could fit almost an entire breast in each of his massive hands. He had always sought out large breasted women, but now he was finding that small breasted ones could have a charm all their own.

So fast were his repetitions and so slippery were both his cock and Sandy's cunt, that several times he slipped out and had to break his timing to reenter her. He could feel that Sally was so close to the edge of what could be the greatest climax of her life that she could taste it. Each time he slipped out of her, a frantic look appeared on her face, as if she was worried that he would suddenly stop. As it was, his only real fear was that he wouldn't be able to hold off his own orgasm long enough for her to cum. He had already tried every trick he knew, both for pushing her over the edge and holding himself back. Another minute or two and he would lose the battle.

The look on her lover's face made Jasmine aware of his problem, she had seen that look before. She had to give Sandy credit, she didn't think any woman could ride Jamal this long. An idea flashed into her mind and she mouthed the suggestion to Jamal. She really didn't have to bother being secretive about it. Sandy was bucking so much like a bitch in heat that she wouldn't have heard her if she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Jamal shifted his right hands attention from Sandy's breast to the top of her cunt. Rubbing against her clit as he continued to pound deep within her, he hoped to finally bring her off. When that didn't work he followed Jasmine's suggestion and let his cock slide out from inside her.

So lost was Sandy in her desire to climax that it took a few seconds for her to realize that Jamal's throbbing member was no longer inside her. He had continued rubbing against her clit with his hand, so she was upset for only a moment when she felt the reassuring feeling of his cock behind her as he sought to renter her.

By the time she realized that the sudden pressure was directed against her asshole and not her pussy, it was too late. Totally covered by her lubricating juices, Jamal pushed his cock deep up inside her and let loose with a series of quick powerful strokes which sent twin bursts of pain and pleasure ripping through her body.

Sandy's entire being exploded as her minds eye filled with a pyrotechnic display the likes she had never experienced before. She was oblivious to everything, except the feeling of euphoria she found herself floating in. Then as her rush reached it's zenith, everything faded to black and she crumpled like an empty sack onto the bed. Jamal who had cum at the same time, filling her anal cavity with burst after bursts of white gold, then collapsed right next to her.

Jasmine waited a few moments before she checked to make sure that both of her bedmates were still breathing. She had seen Jamal just drop off after a really intense session before, so she really wasn't too worried about him.

Checking Sandy's pulse, she was relieved to see that she was just asleep. She had never seen a woman climax like that. That girl must've had so much sexual energy bottled up inside her. It was like a pressure cooker letting go.

Siding out of the bed to make herself a drink, Jasmine noticed something else she had never seen before. On Sandy's sleeping face, was the most satisfying image of contentment she had ever seen.

For a long minute she stared at the image of pure happiness. Then shaking her head she headed out to the living room and the bar.

"Lucky bitch!" She muttered outloud as she left the room. But there was no one away to hear.

END

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