I want to make something perfectly clear right up front. I am not a perverted or kinky girl. In fact, I am very normal in every respect and tend to avoid any kind of drama or risky behavior.
My name is Patricia Spreadmore and I guess I am pretty submissive and willing to do almost anything for someone I really like.
It was only just recently that I moved in with Yvonne Cunlickson and we seemed to hit it off pretty good. She was a fashion designer and was always bringing up some hot young things up to share her bottle of wine and sometimes her soft bed in the corner. I was amazed because she never seemed to follow a pattern. Sometimes it would be a male, sometimes a female, and sometimes I had absolutely no idea of the gender because of misleading signals.
I noticed she was not in the least bit prejudiced because she was an equal opportunity dispenser of sexual goodies. I, on the other hand, seldom had any visitors because I tended to keep to myself avoiding the usual drama of messy personal relationships.
The simple truth was that I enjoyed watching Yvonne’s antics in the corner and liked the way she let me know every little nuance of her happy copulations. She even gave a play-by-play description of her impalements just in case I could not see into the darkened corner to see her taking it.
“Yes, John, right there, that’s the spot. Deeper, please, John, Ahh…that’s it. You got it.”
Then, she would pant loudly for several moments and gasp when she went into orgasm. It was all very delicious and I enjoyed it immensely. It was almost as good as getting laid myself.
When I was in University, I was so busy with studying and keeping my grades up that I had little or no chance of forming relationships with members of the opposite sex. Then, I went right into a research job that meant my closest co-workers were either rats, or pigs or monkeys. In some respects, they all seemed a step up from the typical male one finds in a pub these days. It was not that I was anti-male or anything like that. It was just that I always liked the stuff that led up to actual taking it up deep inside much more than the dirty deed itself. It seemed that most young men were only interested in sticking it in, draining their weasel and were off to the next pussy patch for a little variety.
It was early in the month of May that poor Yvonne got her six inch heel stuck in a grate near the train station, and managed to fracture her left ankle to the point she needed to keep a cast on and stay off her feet for the next thirty days.
The first few days were quite innocuous with me fixing the tea all the time instead of taking turns and helping poor Yvonne to the loo for her necessaries. I generally turned my back when that occurred although I could see her delicious thighs in the medicine cabinet mirror like alabaster slices of female flesh. It was decided I would assist her in the bath because she had to keep that foot above the surface of the water at all times. The only way I could figure it out was to situate her naked body in the tub and then add the water being careful about the modulation of the temp so she did not get scalded or chilled. If she told me it was getting too cold, I would add some hot until she nodded her head in agreement.
At first, I just scrubbed her back, but eventually for reasons of both time and thoroughness, I later switched to cleaning her all over even in those female private parts that women like to take care of all by themselves. I had her legs up out of the water and was taking care of her nether regions with great enthusiasm one early evening, when she placed her hand on my shoulder and said,
“A little slower, Patricia darling, push your finger in just a bit, dear. That’s it dearest, right there, that is so nice.”
I had to smile, because the horny slut was using me to help her get off in lieu of a constant stream of sexual partners acquired in those odd places she liked to frequent.
I didn’t mind really because I had acquired a fondness for Yvonne and her easy to read promiscuous ways. I acted like it was all quite normal and followed her instructions just to see how far she would take her blatant abuse of my good intentions to tend to her physical care.
Things sort of came to a head when she implored me to give her a “little massage” just to get the kinks out. I realized right away she was more interested in adding some kinks into the mix rather than losing them from her bunched up muscles. She practically begged me to rim her little pucker hole with my finger and even to push inside to test the stretching ability of her sphincter muscle. I am ashamed to admit that I enjoyed it immensely and pretended it was a normal part of the massage basics. She started to push my hand between her legs and tell me that her “pussy” was a wee bit itchy and needed some special attention. I stroked her vagina with my middle finger and used my other hand to rub her clitoris. It was so funny to see her push her bottom up in the air and pant like a puppy dog overcome by heat in a cloudless sky. I wanted badly to spank her bad little bottom but I restrained my hand and just patted it like a friendly room-mate.
We did this a few times and I could tell poor Yvonne was getting more and more frustrated. I felt sorry for her but I was determined that I would not be the aggressor in this little charade of silly schoolgirl antics. Finally, she pulled my ear down to her delicious lips and whispered,
“Please, Patricia, can you see your way to putting your pretty mouth down on my little pussy and kissing me just a little bit like the boys do when they come to my bed. I will be ever so grateful and I promise I will never tell anyone what you did.”
I almost laughed out loud, it was so sweet that I wanted to drive my tongue right into her goodie locker immediately but held off a bit to make her beg and wheedle me a little longer. When I finally got my head up between her legs, she was already leaking like a sieve and was primed to explode as soon as my lips touched her vagina. She bucked and humped until I was concerned about the effect on her injured ankle. I did my best to calm her down and then tongue-fucked her slit slowly with deep wet licks that made my own juices start to flow like a leaking faucet.
The next day, I went out and bought a well-constructed but expensive strap-on dildo so I would be able to satisfy both of her greedy holes whenever she needed it. I liked it best when she took it face down and I could tell her in a deep voice that she was a “good little bitch” but needed to move her ass a little faster. She seemed to like being humiliated like that. I surmised it was because most of the boys were so much in awe of her beauty that they treated her like a princess. I could tell right away that little Yvonne wanted to be treated more like a slave girl than a princess and I made her take some very undignified and kinky acts that aroused me beyond belief.
We had gotten to the point that she would clean both of my holes automatically on command and bend over for my attentions with a simple spank on her beautiful ass cheek to signal her I wanted some more of her pussy.
When I took off the strap-on, I got into the habit of giving Yvonne both ends to clean up with her fast-moving pointed tongue and I loved to just sit there watching her set to the task with studied determination.
I decided it was time to have her play my game for a change.
“Yvonne, I want you to lie on your back and I am going to give your face a nice massage with the insides of my legs.”
She looked at me and timidly asked,
“You mean, you want to sit on my face like I make the boys lick my pussy and eat my ass?”
I had to laugh at her insipid statement of the obvious.
“Yes, dear, I will be very careful and do it very lightly. Just touch my cheek with your hand and I will ascend immediately.”
I was not being entirely truthful at this point because I wanted her to accept my offer first and then I would start her training later. Eventually, she agreed providing I gave her a head to toe bath and massaged her backside the way she loved it the best of all.
My first sit-down on Yvonne’s face was glorious. She wiggled left and right and her silly nose got all tangled up in my tight little anus making me spray her with female juices before we hardly got started on this new kinky journey. I gave her plenty of room and just bounced my pussy and ass on her face to get her accustomed to my female geography plastered to her face and mouth. After a short time, she started to get into the swing of things and didn’t hesitate to shove her greedy tongue deep into my anus as well as my pussy. It was truly the best of both worlds.
I really felt sad to see that cast come off and watch Yvonne go back out on the prowl bringing in new legions of pussy-hungry boys and girls to adore her perfect body.
A month passed and then one night when she did not have a new friend to join her in her bed in the corner, she came over to my bed and held up a similar strap-on like the one I had used on her.
“I bought this little thing to make you take it both front and rear, my dear Patricia. If you make a lot of noise and beg me not to stop, I might let you use yours on me.”
I was so quick to get into the right position down on all fours, that she was still strapping on that monster behind me. Yvonne rode me hard but I knew I deserved it for being a bit of a bitch when she was unable to walk. She was true to her word and we took turns riding each other more than once. Then, she told me to get on my back and when she squatted over me, I knew this was pay-back for my use of her face to take care of my pussy and my tight little ass. It seemed only fair and I took everything she made me do with a fast beating heart and a drenched pussy waiting for my turn.
We stayed together almost a full year but I knew she had to go because I was becoming seriously obsessed with her pretty pussy and her bedroom eyes. Besides, I was starting to be jealous of the silly fools who were giving it to her in the corner with their stupid dicks and groping fingers.
I knew the simple fact was that no matter how much I tried to humiliate or degrade her, Yvonne would always be on a pedestal to me and I would wind up being her submissive slave anytime she decided that was my role to play. It was a losing proposition and finally time for me to grow up and find a suitable mate to play house with just like mommy and daddy always wanted.
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