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Sandy by Ann Douglas (mf/ff) 8/11
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Sandy - (08/11) - ff - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:11:31 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
only ask that you reply by e-mail instead of postings, that
way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
always be answered.
Thanks,
Ann D.
-SANDY-
Part VIII
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
A soft moan emanated from Sandy as she felt the wetness of
Jasmine's mouth on her breast. She'd had many men suck at her
breasts, but none had ever felt so good. For most of the men
she had dated, it was usually just something they had to get
out of the way in order to get to their real objective. Few
had ever taken to time to explore her breasts and find the
most sensitive spots as Jasmine was now doing. Then it occurred
to her that Jasmine found those spots so easily because she
knew they would most likely be the same as her own. Sandy
would have to test that theory when she got her chance at
Jasmine's much larger breasts.
While she continued to lick and caress Sandy's small mounds,
the darker skinned woman slid one hand down the white woman's
back and under the elastic of her red lace panties. She ran
her long nails across the pale skin of her buttocks, gently
tickling the small opening to her anus.
Continuing onward, her fingers slid under her bottom and
rubbed against her clit. It took but a second for her to
realize that the feel of her cunt was now different. The
large bush she had felt a day before was now gone.
"What do we have here?" Jasmine asked as she stopped what
she was doing and pulled down Sandy's panties.
She bent down and took a long look at the newly trimmed blond
hair and the heart shape it was now formed into. Looking up
at Sandy, she grinned and said.
"I love it, you'll have to tell me where you had it done."
Assuring her that she would, Sandy reached down and gently
nudged her closer to her already wet pussy.
"Impatient little bitch aren't we?" Jasmine asked in mock
anger as she felt Sandy's gentle urging. "Well I can't say as
I blame you. This pussy looks like its long overdo for a good
licking."
Guiding Sandy over onto the bed, she
motioned for her to lay back and spread her legs. Once she had
a clear view of the dampness already covering the small blonde
hairs, Jasmine reached down with her tongue and ran it across
the length of her opening. She repeated that a second and
third time, each time penetrating just a little deeper.
Spread out on the white comforter, Sandy closed her eyes and
savored the wet soft touch of the Puerto Rican woman's tongue.
Like she had on her breasts a few minutes before, Jasmine
seemed to immediately find all the most sensitive spots.
Finally the attention of her talented tongue began to center
on the core of her sexuality. Spreading Sandy's legs wide,
Jasmine buried her face between them, sending waves of delight
throughout the smaller woman. Her tongue was already covered
by a heavy coating of lubricant and she took a moment to savor
the taste. Deep in her own pussy she could feel a deep
longing for her touch but she ignored it. There would be
plenty of time to attend to her own needs later. Right now
she wanted to attend to Sandy first.
Sandy's first orgasm erupted so unexpectedly that Jasmine was
caught off guard as her mouth was filled with girlcum. It had
been a long time since she'd been with a gusher. In response
she pushed her face ever deeper, and with it her tongue just a
little further up Sandy's love canal. All the while a
carefully placed finger kept a steady vibration building in
her small love button.
It wasn't long before Sandy's body quaked a second time. Now
Jasmine was prepared for the burst of love juice and quickly
collected it in her mouth. No sooner had Sandy's body stopped
shaking and she opened her mouth to get a full breath of air
when Jasmine was upon her. The kiss this time was forceful as
her tongue pushed it's way between her lips. With it came
much of the pussy juices Jasmine had managed to hold in her
mouth. It was one of her favorite little tricks, letting a
man or woman experience the taste of their own cum.
To Sandy's surprise, she enjoyed the taste, wondering if
Jasmine's would taste different. Men tasted different she
knew, but did women?
Laying alongside her as she recouped from her double climax,
Jasmine ran her hand up and down Sandy's nude form. She
cupped one of her breasts and gently kissed the nipple.
"I hope you enjoyed that." She whispered.
"Oh I did......." Sandy softly answered, but the unspoken
response of her eyes said volumes.
"But it wasn't exactly what you expected, right?"
"I didn't mean that, it was wonderful." Sandy quickly
replied.
"Don't worry love," Jasmine countered with a wicked grin.
"That was just to warm you up, an icebreaker so to speak. The
real entertainment hasn't even started yet."
Before Sandy could question the strange statement, Jasmine
had shifted herself so that she could reach the top posts of
the bed. Sandy heard a soft double click and when she tried
to sit up to see what she had done, she was shocked to find
that she was now restrained.
Lifting one hand so that she could see the leather cuff now
wrapped around the wrist, Sandy could see that it was fur
lined for comfort and tied with two metal clasps. She had a
small freedom of movement, but not much.
"Now you'll get to see what it really feels like to have
someone else in control." Jasmine declared as she moved down
to the base of the bed. "Unless you'd rather stop the game
right now and I'll untie you."
"No, its ok." The bound woman replied quietly.
"Good, I'd have been disappointed if you'd said yes."
Jasmine said as she dimmed all the lights in the room except
for the track lights around the bed. "You said you wanted to
have someone else be in total control. Well this is just part
of it. Before we start, let me just tell you that I'm not
into pain or injury or anything like that. The real essence
of domination is psychological, the cuffs are just a little
reminder that you are no longer in control of the situation."
"But since you're really not a captive and part of your
fantasy may be to act like you don't really want to do the
things we're going to do, we need to have a code word. So
once the game begins, you can say "no" all you want, and it
will be just part of the game. But if you use the code word,
the scenario will immediately stop. Lets see, how about "
Mickey Mouse", that's not a phrase that's liable to come up in
any other context. I think that's an excellent choice for a
code word."
Sandy thought about her words for a minute. Deep inside her
she could feel the same combination of fear and excitement
that led her here in the first place. If she backed out now,
she would forever wonder what it would have been like.
"Ok, Mickey Mouse it is." She answered.
"Good," Jasmine answered as she ran her nails across the
bottom of Sandy's feet. "Then let the games begin!"
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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