("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: ourstory.txt (ff,bond,first) Authors name: Charlotte (not_a_pretty_grl@hotmail.com) Story title : Sharri and Char Our Story It was February 16, 1994, just three days after my fifteenth birthday. I was sitting in the food court of the local mall, all my friends were smoking cigarettes, and I didn't have one. As I sat there with my school friends, a lady walked up to me. She looked like she was in her early twenty's, (later I found out she was in her early thirty's) she was stunning, and statuesque. She had wavy, brown hair that hung to waist length, and deep blue eyes. I just stared for a second at her amazing body. She had nice, full, perky breasts, and an ass to kill for. I couldn't help but blush as she offered me a smoke. I took it and offered her a seat at our table. She sat, and I stared. We made small talk, but I couldn't help but be completely turned on by her. I tried to hide is, she smiled, and chatted. Once she reached across the table to shake my friend's hand, and her arm brushed across my tit. My nipples perked up, and I became increasingly wet. I heard her introduce herself as Sharri. It had not occurred to me until that moment, that I didn't know her name. I offered my name, and she smiled, "Charlotte? That is a lovely name." I glanced at the table, blushing again; god I wanted her and I wanted her bad. So, I devised a plan to get her know. "Do you think my breasts are too large? People always tell me that they are fake, and they aren't. I am all natural." She smiled and said bluntly, "I really can't comment on them. I haven't seen them. All I see is what appears to be nice, big breasts, but how would I know it isn't just tissue in a big bra?" Seeing as how I was so proud of my 36DD breasts. I decided that she had to see them for herself, so that she could give me an opinion. So I took her by the hand and lead her down a corridor to the restroom. There I lifted my shirt, and unhooked my bra, and my young, tender breasts popped out at her. "They look fine to me... but they still might be 'bought and paid for'." She smiled again, half knowing my next move. I stepped up to her. And took her hand. "Feel them and tell me what you think." She did as requested. And I arched my back, pressing my breasts into the palms of her hands. She smiled. And pinched my right nipple. I touched her breast through her shirt. And leaned in for what was to become the first of many kisses. We went into a stall in that public restroom and un- dressed each other. She showed my pleasures I had only dreamt about. I had been with other girl, but none had ever done for me what she did. We fucked in the restroom for what felt like hours. I came more than I thought physically possible, and then she dressed me, then she dressed herself. She asked for my phone number. I gave it to her. And she left. -=*=- She called me that night, and slowly recounted every- thing we had done to each other at the mall. In her soft, sexy, breathy voice she recounted every little thing. Every time her finger entered one of my holes. Every kiss she had planted on my body. And every thought she had while doing it. We ended up having phone sex that night. And she asked me out for the following weekend. We were soon a steady couple. And within a month, I gave up all control, and let her be my 'mommy' and let her take care of me. Almost a year after we met, my real mother gave up parental rights to me, and allowed me to move in with Sharri. I have lived with her now, for over two years. And I have never had to go a whole day without cumming. We are in Love, and we have a terrific sex life. What more could a little slut want? -=*=- Sharri and I play some pretty kinky games now. I had never played sex games until I met her. We played our first 'game' on our third date, before I had given up control. Sharri had always wanted to play the submissive female, in all her past relationships; there were never any clearly defined submissive and dominant parties. So, she wanted to be completely submissive, like I am now. Our first game was the only game where I was "Mistress" and she was "Gimp". She did nothing without asking me. I had been planning for a while to make sure she had a good time. I had rented a storage space at a storage complex just outside of town, and very rarely were there any people there. And we drove to the spot and got out of the car. "Now, Gimp, you must strip." I said. And she did as she was told; she was still standing outside. After she was nude I allowed her to enter the small dark space. She took two steps inside, and I blindfolded her, then I lead her to the middle of the room. Where above her there were two chains, and at the end of those chains two locks. I lowered the chains and she raised her hands. I wrap- ped a chain around each wrist, and then locked it in to place. Then I pulled the chains on the pulley, and she was raised about five feet off of the ground. Her feet dangling, and her body open, and bare for my pleasure. The chains must have been tugging tightly, because she was groaning. "Hush Gimp." and she did. I knew that I had total control, and that I could do anything I wanted to her. So I picked up a broom, and held it pole side up. Then slowly and carefully I raised it above my head. And it slowly and painfully entered Sharri's hot pussy. She gasped, and I smiled. I moved it in and out of her. And let her hang with it for a few minutes. I started to notice the creamy beads of juice rolling out of her and down the broom handle. I liked that. I waited with my hands on the broom until her cunt honey touched my hands. And I licked them clean. "Speak" I barked up to her. "Yes, Mistress, what is inside of me?" "You don't need to know... what do you want?" "May I fuck it Mistress, I like the way it feels." "Go ahead, but make it last." "Thank you mistress." And slowly her body started to writhe above me. And I complimented her every move with a lunge of the stick. She was fucking that thing, almost as furiously as a ravished animal would eat. She fucked, and fucked.... And wiggled and moaned. Before she could cum, I removed the stick from her snatch. And lowered her just a bit. Then I licked the handle, and slid it easily into her tight ass. She cried out, but I persisted and fucked her wildly with the broomstick. She began to enjoy it, and started moving with my move. Just before she came, I again slipped the stick from her body. I lowered her completely to the ground. Her feet firm and her wrists bruised, I told her to stand still, and not to move. I kneeled below her and began to tease her clit with my tongue. She wanted to move, but she didn't. I decided it would be too easy for her to move, when I was pleasing her orally, so I stopped, and picked up a small length of rope, and bound her hands behind her back. Then I knelt yet again, and began to finger fuck her, while I teased her clit with my tongue. Then I tongue fucked her and teased with my fingers. I told her not to cum, but she did anyway. She came furiously, and hard. She gasped, and moaned.... Aching for relief. I was upset and felt she should be punished. So I bent her over. And spanked her lightly, then increasingly harder. After having been tortured for some time, I only softy spanked her. Then I let her fall asleep. She slept on the cold cement floor beside me her hands still bound. Soon after this night, I gave up control; I would rather be 'gimp' than 'mistress' anyway. ______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 8