Vickies Decent

All my life I’d been in a fundamental Christian environment, my home, school, college, and even Grad school, now with my Masters in Business Accounting and Management I know I’m more than ready to face the outside world, even with all its temptations and pitfalls, because I have a firm foundation in my faith and I know nothing can cause me to slid into sin...or so I believed.

A management search company found me the perfect position, office manager trainee for Ralston and Assoc. CPA. A very large company with fleet of girls doing nothing but account executive work. My training supervisor is a lovely woman twice my age, who for whatever reason is still single, certainly not because she lacks desirability because even I feel a strange rush when I’m near her, which is totally unacceptable according to my religious beliefs, or even common morality. But my god why do I have these unclean thoughts about Fran? Even though she is gorgeous, tall, black hair, dark skin, large inviting lips, and a perfect full figure, and so terrible is my fall from grace I find myself sobbing nightly as I pray for forgiveness for ever having such sick perverted thoughts toward Fran. But no matter how hard I try, I daydream of her holding me in her arms, kissing my lips, moving her hand around my body feeling my breasts and vagina...my mind becomes so torn between what I know is right and what my desires feel they need.

Finally after months of training I’ve been given the position and no longer must be in close proximity with Fran. Right after my position as head of the depth. is final, Fran asks me, “Vicky we now may become friends, and I find you to be not only very intelligent and well educated but a very nice person to be around, will you let me take you to dinner this Friday evening? I truly want us to become close friends.” What else can I do but except, even though I no longer work under Fran we do work in the same depth, so I smile, and tell her, “Yes Fran, I will enjoy that very much.”

Friday evening at a very nice restaurant as we are enjoying our dinner Fran does the most embarrassing thing she could possibly do to me, she reaches across the table, holds my hand as she tells me, “ Victoria , I know you are attracted to me, I must tell you, I also am attracted to you. Will you allow us to explore this mutual attraction we have?” I probably turn umpteen shades of red, inhale deeply, feel tears rolling down my face, begin hyperventilating, feel dizzy, lightheaded, my stomach churning and my mind at a loss for an answer. Realizing I’m terribly embarrassing myself, quickly reply, “Please excuse me.”

I start to get up, only to have my legs fail me; after another try, I run to the ladies restroom, go into a stall and vomit, upon heaving my insides out. As I start to get up, my legs do not seem to be able to support me, so as I crumble to the floor. Fran, who has apparently followed me in the restroom, holds me up, and attempting to lighten the mood some, says, “Vicky, a simple yes would have been sufficient.”

For whatever reason that sounds so funny we both laugh, and before I can even think of objecting, Fran kisses my lips. For those brief seconds everything I’ve been taught, how I thought I felt about this kind of romance, let alone it being outside of marriage...no it’s even more terrible than that, it’s a same sex passionate kiss...what is wrong with me? None of that seems to matter as I find myself melting in her arms, and actually kissing her back, holding her close, and horrors of horrors...I have a light orgasm also, all this over one simple kiss…and with another woman at that.

How can this happen to me? I’m an adult, 23, brought up in a good family, well educated, a responsible position, and here I am entertaining thoughts, the likes of which no one should feel much less want to act on, and I am having flashes of Fran making passionate love to me. As she pulls away, she asks, “Do you have your composure back, my pet?”

Now far too lost in her kiss, feeling enchanted beyond my capacity to object, hypnotized by her eyes, I softly reply, “Yes...mistress...I’m fine now.”

Why did I refer to Fran as my mistress, what is happening to my mental abilities...to even think right? Fran smiles and tells me, “You are completely enchanted by me are you not, my pet?”

All I can muster out is an almost crying, “Hmmm-hmmm.”

Another kiss, but this one more intense, and she leads me back to our table.

I guess we must have finished our dinner, left and went somewhere, but the next thing that I remember after the ladies room kiss is sitting on a couch, Fran’s lips pressed tightly against mine, her one hand against the back of my head, the other brushing over my breasts, her fingers squeezing my nipples, her teeth biting them, until I squeal in pain...but not pain as I know of, but a pleasant sensuous pain that causes me to want more of it.

Then I feel her pulling my earring with her teeth, actually chewing on my ear lobe and creating more of that strange, almost haunting, desirable pain she seems to know just how to give me so I have the most pleasure from it. Then softly in my ear I hear, “You want me to sexually ravish your body do you not, my pet?”

How does one express fear, excitement, desire and just plain down to earth lust in one reply. I naturally could not, so I rather timidly I manage, “Hmmm-hmmm.”

Fran lightly holds me by my upper arms, looking deeply into my eyes as she tells me, “No baby, tell me, tell me how much you want me to continue, say it all my little pet...SAY IT.”

I burst out crying, sobbing terribly as I practically scream, “Fran, please, take me. ”

“No my dearest, you want much more, also, you’re a virgin, do you want me to take your virginity, my pet?”

Why is she purposely shaming me like this, but somehow I must do whatever she commands from me, so I reply, “Yes.”

Looking totally upset, she shakes me violently as she all but shouts, “Yes what, tell me, Vicky, tell me what you want me to do, tell me it all, open up to me...SAY IT SLUT.”

Now so deep under her spell, crying from fear and excitement, anticipation...but most of all, so orgasmic and wanting full sexual satisfaction, I tearfully scream, “Yes, Fran, take my virginity, break my hymen, make me bleed...Pleaseeeee...Fran fuck meeeee.”

As a lamb to the sacrifice I stand before Fran, stripped of my pride, frightened beyond my abilities to understand, as I’m roughly stripped, and as I am, her fingernails, tongue and teeth explore the more tender parts of my body, causing me more of that desirable irresistible pain Fran is so good at giving me, next laid next to her as she continues driving me deep under her demonic spell as now she begins ravishing my body terribly, as her lips, teeth, tongue, and fingers, dig, scrap, claw and rip parts of my skin open, then she actually sucks my blood from these places. The whole erotic, perverted experience leaving me so weakened and at a loss to explain why I’m not only enjoying this, but screaming and crying for Fran to give me more. She invades every part of my body, all too soon her fingers are probing my pussy, and asshole, finding that special spot, as her tongue flicks my clitoris, as my arousal becomes sexual hysterics, fading into euphoria on into delirium as orgasm after orgasm sweeps through my body finally rendering me unconscious. Having never experienced such a forceful emotional trauma like this, I faint because of exhaustion, hyperventilation and fatigue.

I’m jolted awake by Fran exhaling her cigarette smoke in my face, jumping up coughing and screaming; she holds me down, kisses my lips, as she tells me, “You poor darling child, you have never experienced fulfilling sex before... it seems it was a little much for you...tell me pet, do you want more of my loving, and will you give me yours...or am I just too forceful for you?”

The final nail in my cross comes as I reply, “Please, Fran, please... tell me what I must do to keep you wanting me.”

Had I looked I’d have seen Lucifer’s flaming eyes looking back at me from Fran’s, as she smiles and tells me, “Do you remember what I did to excite you so much, do that to me, now, as I tell you what you must do to keep me wanting you.”

Fran directs me so I can find her Spot, and clitoris, where my fingers and tongue must be to sexually stimulate her, during which time she lightly pets my hair, smoking a cigarette, and making me inhale her smoke as she blows it in my face, my eyes tearing up so badly, I close them, only to have Fran tell me, “You must look into my eyes darling so you know when you are pleasing me the most, and my precious love you have such gorgeous eyes, I wish to look into them also.”

After a group of strong orgasms, I feel as though Fran has had enough so I try to move, only to be pushed back in place and told, “No my PET, not yet, tongue fuck my asshole darling, put your tongue right in it.” As I do, she passes gas in my face. The most humiliating terribly nasty thing anyone should have to endure, but if that is the case, why do I have such a mind numbing orgasm as she did that to me? Then taking that as her cue she pushes my face over her pussy, and pisses in my mouth…after 2 mouth full of pee, and feeling so terribly humiliated, my response is yet another jolting debilitating orgasm which causes me to pass out again. As it is in any Christian faith, the deeper one looks into the sufferings of Christ the more susceptible they are to sexual masochistic tendencies, and I am proof of that, as I surrender so easily to my mistress and her every sick, perverted command and action over my will.

Yet in my decent, I also feel liberated, joyful, and so pleasingly satisfied...sexually.

Vickies Decent

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