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story portrays explicit sexual activity between consenting parties and is not
intended to encourage, condone or otherwise approve such behavior in real
life. This is a fantasy people, treat it as such!! The main theme of all
chapters will be teasing, sexual frustration and mild D/s situations,
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setup which contains the latest chapter summaries, character profiles, etc.
I’ll try to keep these updated. I’ll periodically repost earlier chapters
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And now, after one of the longer disclaimers, on with the
story...............
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“So, you’re still....you know, excited I mean?” Patrica asked her tall
blond friend, giving her a funny look.
“What do you think!!” Nicole snapped sarcastically at her friend. “I’ve
been teased to distraction all morning and telling you all about it certainly
didn’t help me to cool off. My nipples are so hard they ache and I’m so wet
I’m afraid I’m going to stain my dress before I leave the table.”
Patrica had to concede her friend still looked frazzled. Her normally
immaculate clothing was ever so subtly disarrayed and her breathing was
faster than normal. Nicole would definitely draw some strange looks on the
way back to her office if she left in this state. Although, Patrica had to
admit that she herself wasn’t in much better shape. Nicole’s story had her
nipples taut and erect under her nylon bra and her own cunny was damp and
swollen with need under her white cotton panties.
“Why do you put yourself through this? I mean...if it’s such a torment, why
do it at all?” Patrica asked with real curiosity. What Nicole had gone
through was definitely kinky, but it seemed to be a real stretch to call it
fun.
“The frustration is what makes it so wild.” Nicole told her friend
earnestly. “I mean you can have sex anytime, but how often do your lovers
build you up for hours before letting you cum? Being held on the edge makes
it absolutely intense when you do finally make it. Really!!” Nicole told
her sincerely. “You’ve really got to try it some time.” As Patrica gave her
a peculiar look, Nicole continued, “I mean that seriously! I certainly
think you’d get off on it. You really need to try something like this
yourself before you can decide whether or not its your thing.”
“May...maybe some day...” Patrica stammered out. “Some other day. But I’ve
really...got to get back to work now...” she went on haltingly, getting up as
if to leave the table. Patrica was startled when Nicole gripped her wrist
hard, preventing her from fleeing.
“Pat, I know where you’re going and what you’re going to do. You’re
certainly not going back to your desk to pour over some dreary case law.”
“What do mean?” Patrica feigned indignance.
“My story turned you on in a big way, I can tell. If I let you leave right
now, you’re going to go straight to the nearest Ladies room and toss yourself
off in one of the stalls. Am I right? Look at me and tell me I’ve got it
wrong. If you can look into my eyes and tell me I’m lying, I’ll drop this
right now.”
Although she didn’t say anything back to her friend, now it was Patrica’s
turn to blush pinkly and avoid her friend’s steady gaze.
“Please Pat,” Nicole said, staring at Patrica with pleading blue eyes, “just
hold off a little while longer. I promise you if you’ll love it if you’ll
try it. Just once, pleease” Nicole wheedled.
“I don’t know...” Patrica hesitated.
“You’ll love it, really!!” her friend insisted. “Please try. Just once,
for me.”
In her heart of hearts, Patrica had to confess to herself that she was
excited by the idea, but Patrica didn’t know if she had the guts to go
through an experience like Nicole’s. Especially not with Tim. As she stared
uncertainly at her blond friend, a devilish idea suddenly stole through her
brain. “I don’t know Nikki. Maybe. But I don’t know if I’d like the loss
of control. Maybe I could start off by trying the other side...Just to see
how it feels.” she added quickly.
“The other side??”
“Yeah. Let me start off by playing as a dom. That way, I can watch to see
if its really my thing.”
“And just who do you expect to practice on?” Nicole asked sardonically.”
Sky-blue eyes suddenly got very big as the idea sunk in. “Oh no, not with
me you don’t!” Nicole vowed while Patrica just sat back and smiled at her.
“Come on Nicole, we both know how badly you want it. If getting dominated
turns you on, the least I can do as a friend is to help you out. Then, I
promise to try it out myself. Besides, I’m your best friend. Being with me
couldn’t be any worse than giving Tim head, could it?” Patrica wheedled.
“This wasn’t quite what I had in mind.” Nicole confided nervously.
“I know, but it’s this or nothing.” Patrica insisted.
With a nervous shake of her blond pageboy, Nicole exhaled slowly and agreed.
“Okay Pat, I didn’t know you swung this way, but I’m game if you are. God,
I’m game for just about anything at this point, as long as I get an orgasm!
Where do you want to go to do this?”
“Go??!!” Patrica told her friend with a wicked grin. “Why do we have to go
anywhere?” Nicole stared back with chagrined blue eyes. “You’re sitting
right across from me with your legs already spread apart, no panties and I
bet you’re still wet. I think right here will do quite nicely.”
“I thought...maybe your office. Or even the ladies room.” Nicole begged
helplessly.
“No, right here!” Patrica insisted.
Glancing furtively around at the sparsely populated cafeteria, Nicole gave
in reluctantly. “Maybe you do have a talent for this stuff after all.” she
conceded. “Okay, but lets keep it sensible. We’ve both got to work here.
Right??!!”
“Right!” Patrica replied with a easy laugh. “We’ve both got to work at our
jobs here, but only one of us gets to get off here!” Nicole’s small frown
indicated she hadn’t found the joke quite as funny as her friend had.
“Just be discrete, okay?”
“I’m not the one who has to remain in control, you are!” Patrica told her
slyly. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself right here in the
executive cafeteria with the whole company watching.”
Nicole just stared at her friend in dismay, whispering the word ‘bitch’
under her breath, careful not to let Patrica hear. This was a side of
Patrica she’d never seen before.
“Okay, Nikki, are you ready to begin? Or are you going to spend rest of our
lunch hour muttering to yourself?” Patrica asked, a hint of steel creeping
into her voice.
Nicole swallowed hard, but nodded gamely, a light sheen of sweat beading her
patrician brow..
“Now Nikki, first, scoot your chair forward and pull the tablecloth up over
your lap. Your tummy should be touching the edge of the table.” Patrica
looked on as Nicole suited actions to words and moved herself as close to the
table as she could. “Now, pull up your skirt and slide your ass as close to
the edge of the chair as you can without falling off. I expect your knees to
be spread at least three feet apart when you’re finished.”
Nicole glanced around the room nervously, but no one seemed to be paying
attention to them. Flushing in equal measures of embarrassment and
excitement at this forbidden game, Nicole took a deep breath and reached
under the table and slowly raised the hem of her skirt. Shifting uneasily on
the very edge of her seat, she slowly parted her thighs beneath the table,
continuing until they had formed an ‘L’ shape. Her sticky outer labia parted
as her legs spread, exposing the damp inner lips and itchy sentinel to the
fresh air. Biting up lower lip nervously, she looked over at Patrica
awaiting the next erotic command. Nicole gave a guilty jump when she
suddenly felt tiny stocking feet gently prod each widespread bare knee.
“Just checking, Nikki.” Patrica confided. “Now, I don’t want to embarrass
you by making you stain your skirt, so we’d better get a napkin or something
under your butt to absorb your juices. Unless, of course, you don’t think
you’ll need it?” Patrica questioned with snide glee.
Feeling a rush of fresh moisture between her legs at Patrica’s latest taunt,
Nicole flushed a bright red. “No...You’re right. A napkin would probably be
a good idea.” she nervously stammered.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Christmas? Come on,” Nicole commanded
outrageously, “get a move on before I change my mind.”
“God, you’re being a witch about this!” Nicole hissed. Patrica just sat
back and crossed her arms while waiting for her to comply. Glancing
nervously around once more, Nicole hesitated only momentarily before removing
several napkins from the table and sliding them beneath the tablecloth as
unobtrusively as possible. Patrica saw her friend squirm around as she
struggled to wiggle the napkins under her rear without letting the whole
lunchroom in on what was going on. Although there was no one obviously
watching, Nicole felt like she was on stage in front of a crowded theater
with everyone staring at her.
“Are you wet down there Nikki?” Patrica asked after Nicole had settled down.
Nicole mumbled something nasty so low it was inaudible.
“What was that? Speak up. I can’t hear you.” Patrica prodded
mischievously.
“ I said Yes!!, I’m wet damnit!” Nicole spat at her friend.
“How wet?” Patrica continued to ruthlessly tease her friend. Nicole glared
at her in speechless chagrin. “I’ll tell you what Nikki, lets find out.”
Patrica continued, “Why don’t you take a couple of fingers and insert them
into your pussy. Then you can show them to me so I can see how wet you
really are.”
Nicole made a face, but after a slight hesitation, did as she was told,
unobtrusively slipping her hand below the tablecloth. Nicole let out a
quickly stifled gasp when two of her own fingers slipped easily between her
moist wide-spread labia and drove deeper into the soft wet folds.
“Make sure you stir them around so this is a fair test.”
Nicole stared daggers at Patrica, but the flaring of her nostrils and
quickening of her breath indicated she was complying. Nicole pumped her
fingers slowly in and out, unmistakable signs of mounting sexual arousal
appearing on her patrician face.
Patrica waited until Nicole’s breathing grew ragged before ordering her to
stop; “That’s enough Nikki. Let’s see just how excited you really are.”
Nicole reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her needy pussy, extracting her
hand from beneath the table. As she guiltily displayed the digits in
question to Patrica, the sticky residue clinging to her fingers was obvious,
even clear across the table.
“Well, you certainly passed that little test with flying colors!” Patrica
told her embarrassed friend. “This next part is going to be a lot tougher,
I’m afraid. I’m sure your new friends in the club wouldn’t want me to let
you get off too easily, now would they?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Nicole muttered darkly.
“Oh don’t be a spoilsport! We both know you’re having fun.” Patrica
responded merrily. “Now for the challenge. I want you to masturbate with
one hand while you finish eating your meal with the other.” referring to the
half-finished food on Nicole’s plate. “I want you to keep it up until you
finish your food, but I don’t want you to cum, not yet at least.” Patrica
could tell Nicole liked being told what to do. She was curious to see how
far her friend would take this, especially in public. “Be careful not to be
too obvious. You wouldn’t want the whole company finding out about this.”
Nicole grimaced awkwardly, but her right hand disappeared swiftly beneath
the table. As she carefully brought a forkful of salad to her mouth with one
shaking hand, her other hand began to move quickly between her slim thighs,
the rhythmic motion of her shoulder confirming her obedience. Nicole’s
breathing quickly grew ragged, her slender shoulders shuddering occasionally
as she continued with the illicit game.
It was plain to Patrica that her friend was clearly turned on by the public
nature of her submission. “Try to act natural dear. Don’t wriggle around so
much.” she scolded her distracted friend as Nicole squirmed on her chair.
Nicole nodded with glazed eyes, but her thoughts were clearly elsewhere.
The fevered activity taking place between her legs made complying with
Patrica’s request all but impossible.
“Make sure you give your little clit a good workout. I want that napkin
you’re sitting on to be soaked when you’re done.” Patrica had to work hard
herself to suppress any obvious reactions given the eroticism of this little
game, so she could only guess how hard it was for Nicole to maintain an
outward show of calm. “Tell me, is your clitty hard yet?” Patrica asked
naughtily.
“Oh God! You know d...damn well it is, you bitch!” Nicole answered her
tormentor in a shaking voice. “I’m rubbing my clit right now!” she declared,
her agitation clearly apparent. “And if you make me keep this up, I’m going
to be gushing all over my hand in just a minute.” she finished with a
desperate edge to her voice.
“Then you better finish eating quickly Nikki.” Patrica told her protégé with
false sympathy. “I want you to have a clean plate before you even think
about climaxing. Remember, this game was your idea in the first place.” she
finished self-righteously
The next few minutes were hell for Nicole. Her meal tasted like cardboard
as she tried to concentrate on eating with one hand while her other hand
wrecked erotic devastation between her wide-spread thighs. All thoughts of
her job as chief of the accounting department had fled. Nicole wasn’t an
executive now; she was just a blond girl in desperate heat.
Nicole’s eyes were wild as she fought to obey instructions and still avoid
cumming. Her silk blouse felt like sandpaper rubbing across her aroused
nipples. Her pussy was so moist that she made little squishing sounds
whenever she slid her fingers in and out, so she had to stop doing that if
she wanted to avoid discovery. Unfortunately, the alternative, playing with
her over-stimulated clitoris was even worse for her self-control. Her small
breasts heaved as she lightly teased her diamond-hard clit with just enough
force to arouse, but not to satisfy.
It seemed like forever, but it was probably only a few minutes before Nicole
heard Patrica finally let her off the hook. “Okay Nikki, I want both hands
on the table in front of you. Now!!” she added when Nicole hesitated.
Reluctantly, Nicole brought her right hand out above the table, although it
took some time for her eyes to focus properly. Her light blond hair now
clung damply to her cheeks and forehead and her elegant suit was slightly
mussed from her exertions.
“You did great Nikki! I don’t know if I would have that kind of
control...but I guess we’ll find that out in due course. For now, its your
turn. You would like to cum now, wouldn’t you?” she lightly teased her
friend.
“What do you think?” Nicole replied sourly, frustration evident in her
voice. “Maybe I just want to sit here and stew in my own juices.”
“Now Nikki, there’s no need to be like that. I promised to help you if you
won my game and I will. Lord knows, I’ve agreed to try something like this
myself now, so I don’t intend to leaving you hanging.” she assured Nicole
seriously.
“Thank God!!” Nicole exclaimed reverently, her hand darting once more under
the tablecloth.
“Stop that!! Right this minute!” Patrica snapped quickly.
“W..what?” Nicole stuttered in confusion.
“I didn’t say you could play with yourself. For gods sake, surely you
remember the rules.”
“Then how...” Nicole said in confusion.
“Just grab onto something and hold on tight.” Patrica told her with a wicked
smile. “I’ve never done this before, but I’ll bet I can find a spot or two
which will work. We’re both girls, after all. Besides, you’re pretty close,
so it shouldn’t take much to finish you off. You just concentrate on not
screaming aloud or anything like that.” Patrica warned with a wide smile.
“I’ll get even for this Patrica.” Nicole swore aloud. Her blue eyes got
wide and she couldn’t avoid an involuntary jump when she felt nylon toes
slowly trace her distended inner thigh. “Oh God, you’re really going to
pay.”
“What was that, Nikki?” Patrica asked teasingly as Nicole’s shoulders began
to quiver. Patrica hadn’t wasted any time, sticking her foot right against
Nicole’s exposed groin. Patrica ran her stocking toes in a teasing circles
around the entrance to Nicole’s moist opening, stroking down one dewy labia
and up the other until she felt the blood-engorged lips spasm with hunger.
“Did you have something you wanted to tell me?” Patrica continued to taunt
her distraught companion. A series of barely stifled moans was her only
answer. Patrica smiled as she felt Nicole’s juices coat her stocking toes.
She darted her toes very briefly into her friend’s craving pussy. At
Nicole’s sharp gasp, Patrica scolded her; “Control Nikki, stay in control!
Remember where we are. You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
Nicole subsided briefly, but suddenly grabbed the table in a white knuckle
grip as she felt Patrica’s toes move higher in her pussy, towards her
straining clitoris. Still teasing her friend, Patrica ran her big toe in a
gradually decreasing spiral around the clitoral hood, indirectly stimulating
her sensitive clit. As Nicole’s eyes glazed over and her hips began to
involuntarily thrust against the tormenting toes, Patrica took pity on her
friend and zeroed in for the kill. Her nylon-covered big toe pressed hard on
Nicole’s straining clitoris, unavoidably triggering the long overdue crisis.
Nicole feeling her stomach muscles tighten up like steel bands, and then the
hot sweet waves swept over her. Her trembling thighs lost the battle to
remain open and slammed shut on Patrica’s foot, locking the tormenting toes
in place against her needy clit, even as it retreated to the uncertain safety
of its hood. Nicole opened her mouth as if to scream, but restrained herself
to a strangled low cry as she finally gave in to the sensations. She was
barely able to conceal the racking orgasm that swept through her, leaving her
face bright red and her breath coming in deep heaving gasps.
After several hard spasms tore through her friend, Patrica tried to rescue
her foot from her friend’s passion-crazed grip. “Come on Nikki!!” Patrica
demanded softly. “People are starting to notice.” she complained.
Nicole’s shoulders slumped and her thighs reluctantly parted to surrender
her friend’s foot. “Oh my god!!” Nicole gasped. “Did I ever need that!”
she wheezed, trying vainly to force her breathing into some semblance of
normalcy. “You’ve got a real talent for this. This was the best orgasm yet.
You’re going to fit in just fine.”
“Was it everything you expected?” Patrica asked uncertainly. “I mean I
could tell you came, but was it really that good?”
“You know it was! I’ve never cum in public before, but at least I was
ladylike about it.”
“I did notice that, especially the part where your cunny was grinding
uncontrollably against my toes.” Patrica teased.
“You shit!” Nicole exclaimed without any apparent rancor. “Your turn is
next and then we’ll see how ladylike you are when you’re cumming!” she swore
solemnly, a hint of anticipation apparent in her voice.
“I can’t wait.” Patrica told her friend honestly, already fantasizing about
the next exciting adventure.
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Hope you like the story. New chapter next month.
MadMack7
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