We follow on with Diana’s self exploration with her new toys from the Toy Store. Chapters 1 and 2 will reconnect later on but not necessary to read prior to this, but Chapter 3 sets the groundworks for Diana’s next journey. As always, comments, especially constructive criticism, are always welcome. Thanks again to Educatedsub43 for their editing skills and initial feedback!
I hope you enjoy!
“May I have my phone.” I whisper to Megan who hasn’t turned on the vibes but has started the clip toy’s rubbing.
“Let me keep it, and I’ll take you home with me.” She replies, sliding the phone across the counter so it’s in front of me.
Having held off from having sex for so long, I’ve always imagined that my first time will be after a lovely romantic dinner. Yet here I am, in a bar’s toilets having just orgasmed in front of a colleague, and am now considering letting her keep control over my toys and, through them, my mind. The liquid running down my leg confirms how much pleasure I had from just a few minutes under her control. The cost of that pleasure has been high though. I’ve humiliated myself, lost my underwear and phone, and the person controlling my demise is a colleague I’m still going to have to work with on Monday.
The image of her pussy flashes in my mind, her pale skin only making the pink flesh more exclusive. I wonder if she has one of those one bar prisons from The Toy Store. Why stop at being a decoration in her future office if I could be one in her home too. An elegant sculpture in the living room, able to be released to serve the guests like an obedient maid. Or a sexy model in the bedroom, freed to be used like a toy or as a clean-up service.
Oh fuck, she’s kissing me.
My eyes close as her soft lips gently press against mine. Her hand slides around my Wait pulling me against her. As quickly as she had started it, she releases and steps back from me. I want to kiss her back, pin her to the counter and keep us thee all night, uncaring about the world around us. But I’m not in control, of her or myself. The vibrations on my clip and in my cunt have started up again. My phone is no longer on the side. I smile nervously as Megan takes my hand, her other hand sliding my phone into her purse, joining my underwear. Tonight, I am hers. I don’t need to think about anything else than her. Nor am I able to.
She pulls me along as we follow the young woman back through the crowd to the busy bar. The two men behind the bar are making drinks at an impressive speed, yet the swarm of people before them never shrinks. For once I’m happy the unobservant drinks are jostling and squeezing us as it gives me an excuse to be pressed up against Megan. She smiles at me knowingly, but says nothing.
Eventually we reach the front and Megan immediately joins the chorus of angle men demanding to be served next. We are the next group to get our order heard, much to the complaints of the men who were definitely before us. I am happy to have someone confident looking after me, she doesn’t even ask me or the young woman what we want, just orders for us.
“Diana, give me your bra.” Megan whispers in my ear as the barman makes our cocktails.
I am glad I have a bra that unhooks at the front as it makes it far easier to remove without taking off my shirt. I tell myself I wouldn’t obey if I had to do that, but there is a little bit of doubt in the back of my mind that scares me. It takes a minute, but eventually I pull it out of my sleep. I get whoops and applause from the clearly blue-balled group of men behind us. I hand it to Megan and a minute later receive a new, smaller bra. Our drinks appear before us before I can contemplate putting on this new bra.
Megan pulls me back through the crowd. We say hurried goodbyes to the young woman who has already donned my bra which doubles the size of the bulges in the dress and looks completely wrong. I doubt drink men will notice the weirdlines in her dress, but any woman will know she is wearing the wrong sized bra. Megan leads me back to our colleagues, the bra still in my hand.
“Took your time. And that isn’t either of yours, is it?” One of the woman comments, spotting the bra in my hand.
“No, but someone managed to misplace theirs, so I got her a new one to put on.” Megan smiles at them, pinching my ass as she says the last words.
I slide into the booth before attempting to put this ridiculous piece of fabric on. It takes me a minute to get my first arm in. The others continue their conversation but they’re all watching me. They chuckle as I finally pull the bra through my sleeve and fit it as much as I can over my breasts. I don’t even attempt to do the clip at the back. The vibe spikes while they’re laughing, only increasing the redness in my face.
“What’s that on your stramach Diana?” One of them asks as I fight to get my other arm sorted.
“Why don’t you stand up and show them?” Megan asks me.
“Please no.” I mumble.
“Would you like me to tell them instead?” Megan asks me, whispering in my ear as she leans in to help me with the bra.
“I don’t want them to know.” I whisper back before twisting so she can adjust the bra straps.
“It’s just a fake tattoo.” Megan says.
“Really, why?” Another woman asks me.
“Yeah, am thinking of getting a proper one but wanted to test out how I feel about it first.” I quickly say, going along with Megan’s lie.
“And?”
“I don’t think it’s for me. At least not on the stomach.”
Luckily the conversation shifts and soon people are calling it a night. Megan and I head off together. There is a definite damp patch in my skirt, but I am too excited to care. I have waited so long to be intimate with another person. I want to dance and sing as we walk, hand in hand down the road. We grab a takeaway on our way but eventually we arrive at her place, and she leads me into her apartment.
“Fuckno.” Megan excels as I go to open up the boxes. “You get food once you’re finished eating. No way I’m letting a greasy mouth touch my lips.”
Still struggle to think, it takes me a minute to decode her words. A smile spreads across my face as the meaning becomes clear. I slide off my chair to my knees and crawl under the table. She’s already rolled her dress up and spread her legs. I can’t tell which is vibrating faster; the toy in my pussy, or my heart. She slides forward in her chair as I crawl between her legs. She settles, ass perched on the edge of her chair, as I kiss her clip. Hers is more exposed despite being smaller than mine.
I start flicking it with my tongue and pinching it between my lips, the moans from above me flooding my heart with warmth. I play around with her little button, pressing hard against it, almost jerking it off, even sucking on it. Some things cause her to gasp, others to squeeze her legs against my head, and others don’t seem to do much for her. Focusing solely on her body, her reactions, I start to learn what she does and doesn’t like.
“Diana? Are you seriously going to make me orgasm without even tasting my pussy?” Megan grows down at me, her voice breathy.
I look up at her with a grin, too happy at the admission I’m bringing her pleasure to be affected by her unconvincing disappointment. I’m not about to let such an opportunity go to waste though. Twisting my head so I can keep my eyes on hers, I slowly push my tongue into her. Her frown breaks as I press my face into her, getting my tongue as deep as possible. Her hand strokes my hair as I curl my tongue and withdraw it, slurping up her nectar. She tastes so good my tongue is soon buried inside her again, almost French kissing her pussy. Her smile makes my heart flutter.
“What are you up to next weekend?” She asks me, managing to sound breathless and calm at the same time.
My entire body freezes.
“I’m busy.” I say quickly, both enjoying going down on her and not wanting to accidentally reveal what I am going to be doing.
“Doing?”
“I have something Saturday night out of town. Why?”
“I’m going to a party and thought you might make a good plus one. No worries though.” She smiles, patting my head.
I feel my body relax as she doesn’t press me any further. Megan’s hand stays on my head as I lap up her juices, play with her labia and tease her clip. She doesn’t control or direct me though, more like supporting and comforting me as I go down on her. I glance up again and see that she is no longer even looking at me, just eating her dinner. Crumbs fall in my hair and on my face as she eats above me. She’s breathing heavily now and lets out the occasional moan. I smile into her pussy, feeling satisfied in the knowledge that I’m doing a good job.
I pause for a second to suck on two of my fingers, wetting them before sliding them into her. This gets her attention, she looks down at me, a piece of pizza in hand. As we look at each other, her eyes go wide.
“OH MY GOD!” She cries out.
They’re the words I was hoping to extract from her, but I swear she hasn’t cum. We look at each other, her face flush yet she’s looking at me with a quizzical expression. Does she really think she can fake it with another woman? Was I really doing such a bad job she felt she had to fake it? She seems like she’s close.
“You toys are from the Toy Store. You’re busy next weekend. And you’re a sex-deprived submissive slut!” She laughs, before cumming on my fingers and tongue.
I am blinded as her squirt sprays my face. I freeze up and her fingers quickly replace mine on her clip as she stretches out her orgasm. I had expected to feel joy and pride as I made her cum. Instead, I feel nervous and embarrassed. I absent mindedly drink her squirt that goes in my mouth as I consider the situation. As she recovers, I wipe my face and then suck on my tasty fingers. Even if I lie, she’ll find out the truth next weekend.
“Did I tell you to stop, slut?” Megan queries after a minute.
“No, Mistress.” I mumble; my mind focused on working out how to avoid going with her to the sex party.
“Did you see the email about uploading a check-up result? Have you booked an appointment at a clinic yet?”
I haven’t seen the email or been for a sexual health check-up before. How are we even having this conversation right now? She might be used to having people go down on her, I guess. I, however, am not used to all this and only have the bandwidth to focus on one thing at a time; between her pussy and checking calendars, it’s an easy decision.
“No? Okay, I’ll book you in with me on Wednesday and we can go together after work.” She states bluntly as I press my tongue into her as far as I can.
With a nod of satisfaction, she returns her attention to the pizza. She even slides the chair further under the table, trapping my head between it and her crotch. Withher hand no longer on my head and her attention no longer on me, I feel like I’m nothing more than a toy for her. Something to keep her entertained and happy until the next toy comes along. As much as I tell myself this isn’t what I want, my own orgasm and my desire to draw more groans from Megan continue to grow.
I swear and moan into her pussy as my orgasm overwhelms my senses. It’s even More powerful than the one at the club earlier and Megan doesn’t stop the toys inside of me, driving my orgasm on. After almost a minute, my orgasm subsides but the toys still don’t let up. I try to beg Megan but even if I could form words, my mouth is still pressed against her pussy so they would come out mumbled.
My hips and pussy start twerking and shaking beneath the table as the toys continue their now painful violences on my sensitive holes. I feel Megan sit up slightly; I draw in a breath preparing to attempt to beg before I hear what’s caught her attention. There is a jingle andThen a turning of a lock, someone is unlocking the door. I feel her tension, though I’m not sure if it is fear; nervousness or excitement. Mine is definitely fear, my heart is pounding inside of my chest so hard my breasts might start shaking.
Megan flicks me before the door opens, I have frozen and can’t move so am not sure what she wants me to do. She does it again, but harder, and I realize she wants me to Keep fingering and eating her pussy. I can’t do anything about who is about to enter the flat, and hiding between her legs is the best chance of going unnoticed anyway. With that decided, I force myself to return my attention to please her. As the person or people enter the flat, Megan dials down the dildo until I’ve only got a slight teasing on my clip, and the shake buried in my pussy stills. My body finally stops shaking and I am able to hear the clicking of heels. As the door swings shut, Megan adjusts the anal plug to max causing me to press my face hard into her crotch to muffle my moan.
“Hey Megan. Club was full of creeps. Oh, you got me food. Thank you.” A woman announced as she enters, clearly quite tipsy.
I hear the sound of a coat and then a bag being dropped onto the floor before the clicking of heels approaches us. I freeze for a second as she walks over and drops into the seat I had been in. Megan strokes my hair affectionately without looking down at me as I force myself to keep my moans to a minimum and keep my attention on pleasure her.
“I uhhh…” Megan starts, getting a taste of how I have felt all night, unable to find the right words. “I thought that’s what they are always full of.”
Although she finds her voice, it doesn’t exactly help my situation. Neither does her fingers sliding down my face and pinching my nose. My face presses into her, my mouth opening of its own according. Quietly, I go back to having my fun.
“New phone?” The woman asks, seconds before my toys all pick up the pace.
“No, just holding onto it for a friend.” Megan admits.
I force myself to breathe slowly and deeply to avoid panting. Breathing in a lungful of pussy scented air doesn’t exactly slow my thumbing heart though. I bite down on my own tongue, determined not to be the one to break first. After a brief pause to control myself, I slide three fingers into her, focus my mouth back on her clip and make use of the reactions I had noticed earlier to drive Megan insane. Unsurprisingly, the techniques I had learned from porn aren’t all that effective. She does a good job at resisting, her flatmate oblivious as she complains about the shit nightlife whilst Megan’s legs quiver and she breathes irregularly. I know I won’t last much longer so I need to come up with something.
I try everything I had done to her clip earlier and More. Everything short of causing her pain. That’s the one way I don’t want to win this. Thinking of her nails running over my body when we’d been in the toilet, I stick my free hand up by the side of my face and run my nails down her thigh.
“Ohhhhh…” Megan moans, cutting her friend off mid-sentence.
Only able to imagine the look of shock and confusion on the other woman’s face, I decided to limit Megan’s ability to explain by upping my pace. No longer caring about noise, I start fucking her harder.
“You okay?” Her housemate asks, sounding concerned.
“I wouldn’t…finish that pizza if you… fuuuu… want any chance of getting a go.” Megan gasps.
“Oh, hello there. I thought your party was next weekend.” The woman says, almost certainly now looking under the table at me but I pay her no regard.
“Ahhhh!” Megan moans before crying out “Fuck. I’m CUMMING!”
My toys go to max making me cry out with Megan. I lose control of my body a split second after Megan and we cum together, both shaking and I feel myself squirting between my feet as I spasm. Megan’s juices flood my mouth as she too squirts.
“Oh, that was good.” Megan breaths out, finally turning my toys off as she slides her chair back and releases my head from its place buried in her crotch.
I’m a complete mess, my face and shirt covered in Megan’s cum and my skirt, socks and legs soaked in my own. I crawl out from under the table, unable to hide my delicious happiness. The new woman towers over me, grinning, as I look up at her, also smiling. Like Megan, she looks younger than me. Although this, I feel tiny and insignificant. The woman’s large brown tits are barely contained by her black crossover top, they’re so large I can only just see her face. A little bit of her belly is visible above her short frilly black skirt. It’s short and sticks out enough I’m sure I could see her underwear if I looked. With her eyes on mine, I don’t have the courage to find out. I’m sure she is able to see that my gaze seems to be moving back and forth between her eyes and breasts, despite my best intentions.
“You gonna get up or do you just feel more comfortable on your knees? I really don’t mind which.” The curvy woman asks me with a raised eyebrow.
She doesn’t give me space as I move to stand, leaving barely a foot between the tips of her breasts and the table behind me. I feel like I can’t breathe as her cleavage is in line with my head. Rather than coming up with a way out of this situation, my brain immediately focuss on deciding if I’d be able to breathe if she took a step forward. Based on the fact she is well endowed on top and has a great pair of hips, I then start imagining her smoothing me by sitting on me. Then I wouldn’t be able to lift her off me even if she let me breathe. I’d be pinned beneath her, unable to do anything but pleasure her. A drop of my juices decides this is the moment to roll down my leg, causing me to let out a Shivering breath into the large valley cleavage I’m doing everything not to look at.
As if sensing my challenge, the woman puts a finger on my chin, tilting my head even furtherback. I watch, unable to move, as she leans down and licks Megan’s cum from my face. I am dumbfounded as she runs her tongue all over my face. She pauses with her tongue on my lower lip, gently pushing it open and I feel my heart flutter and pussy clnch.
“Diana, meet Chloe. Chloe, this is my colleague, Diana.” Megan introduces us as though this is a completely normal way to meet.
Instead of a kiss, she sucks on my lower lip and steps back. I start moving with her before realising that I’m about to fall.
“Nice to meet you.” Chloe grinins, only now stepping back so she can check out my body whilst I fling my hands behind me to grab the table, thrusting my tiny tits out for Chloe but saving me from burying my face in her ample cleavage.
“You too.” I mumble, unsure of what to do, and why her licking me made me swoon so hard.
“Strip and join us for some food.” Megan orders me, running a finger down my arm.
I shiver at her words and actions. They both retake their seats as I stand between them, unable to bring myself to undress. It’s not like Megan hasn’t seen everything already. But after waiting so long to have my first time with the right person, am I really going to let the second person I’m intimate with be a complete stranger?
“Are you both going to a party next weekend?” I suddenly ask, desperate to delay the removal of my clothes but also terrified of What the result of the combined efforts of two confident and clearly dominant women would be on my activities next weekend.
“No, only me.” Megan replies. “Oh my God! Please say you’re up for audit!”
I look at her in shock. My mouth opens and closes a couple of times, but no sound escapes my lips.
“I guess it’ll be fun attaching a lean to you. But it’s not looking good for you if you can’t undress in front of two women.” Megan continues, lifting the hem of my skirt up to flash Chloe my pussy.
I don’t admit that I won’t be wearing a collar. But she does have a point, I am going to a sex party without having been completely naked in front of even one person. With that, I force myself to start undressing.
“When did you claim her?” Chloe asks Megan.
“Only tonight.” Megan states, grabbing my ass cheek and pulling it back up as I go to bend down and remove my sodden socks. “Bend over.” She mouths at me as I look at her, confused.
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