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The Smell of Sex 20
The Smell of Sex Ch.20
(c) 2002 Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, panty, humil, Fd etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by
sexually explicit and situations.
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After Laura had seduced the two Lambda girl's and single
handedly turned the sorority into a laughingstock, she had
expected gratitude and appreciation from the former
victimized honor students when they left and went, not to
Dr. Adams house, but some sort of office building. Once
there, they fitted Laura with a very strange garment. It
looked very much like a leather pair of panties, but Laura
immediately knew something was wrong the minute she heard
the click of a lock. Then, she felt a slight vibration
against her very frustrated sex. She tried to press the
tiny vibrator against her clit, but found nothing but a
stiff metal plate. Growing increasingly worried, she tried
to sneak her fingers underneath the strange undergarments,
but found she was unable to do this either.
"Mummy, what have you done to me?" Laura accused.
Dr. Adams cupped the crotch of the possessively.
"You gave this to me . . . remember?"
Laura nodded her head. Unfortunately, Laura did remember.
However, when she made that promise, she wasn't as horny as
she was now though.
"Those training will remind you who that
belongs to. Don't worry, it won't be for long baby. You
just be a good for a little while longer, okay?"
Laura nodded her head. After all, what choice did she
have?
Laura was then dressed in a tight miniskirt and blouse.
Her make-up and hair were re-done. In just a few minutes,
Laura went from looking like a teen slut, to what would
best be called a rather loose office girl. Dr. Adams took
Laura by the hand and led her into a very opulent office.
Once there, she moved behind Laura and roamed her hands
possessively over the girl's body.
"There is only one last piece of business to take care of
sweetie. You see, when the Lambda girl's tried to
humiliate me, they got me pregnant."
"Oh no, sweetie! I would never do that to you!" Dr. Adams
explained hurriedly to Laura, when she felt the
tremble in fear. "It is horrible isn't it? And that is
exactly what they did to me. So, when I was your age, I
had to drop out of school and had to give my little baby up
for adoption. I vowed that I would get the sorority and in
particular the woman who did that to me back. I changed my
name, moved away and plotted my revenge. Tonight, I plan
to have it."
The woman's hands expertly teased Laura's nipple,
while the tiny vibrator kept her on edge. "Will you help
me one last time?" Dr. Adams asked.
"Yes," Laura gasped. At this point, she would have agreed
to anything, but she had feelings for Dr. Adams and she
honestly wanted to help the woman.
"Good, and I promise I will take care of you no matter what
happens. I lost my first baby when I put it up for
adoption. Last year, my second baby was still-born. You,
my dear Laura - I'm never going to let you go."
Dr. Adams hugged Laura tightly and the returned
her embrace. Laura found herself grinding her pelvis
against the woman. She tried to stop her body, but
discovered she couldn't. Dr. Adams was forced to pry
herself away from the desperate girl.
"Okay, under the desk with you, my little office girl," Dr.
Adams commanded, as she helped Laura back under the desk.
The woman sat down in the leather executive chair and
scooted forward. Laura noticed the woman wasn't wearing
panties and she could smell the sweet odor of her arousal.
She kissed her way up the inside of Dr. Adams fleshy thigh,
before finding her way to the object of her desire - the
very aroused nether lips of her teacher's sex.
"No! Don't look up. Look at my cunt. That is the only
thing you need to worry about, my little girl."
Laura quickly returned her mouth to Patricia's pussy. Her
tongue danced at the opening of her cunt, lapping up her
nectar.
"Louder! Louder you queer slut! I want to hear the sexy
noises of your mouth fucking my cunt!"
What little pride Laura had left, was quickly forgotten.
<Shlurp! Glom! Glom! Smack!> She loudly worked her
mouth on the sex, knowing that if anyone in the room heard
her, they would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there
was a manner-less slut under the table, she was eating her
Mistress's pussy, and she loved every minute of it.
"Oh, God! That's it my little licker," Dr. Adams
said as she slid closer to the edge of the chair. "Ugh,
you're gonna make momma cum; <ahhhh> you know that?"
<Glom! Glom! Shlurp!>
Laura continued servicing the woman, taking pleasure
in the fact that she was turning her on. She concentrated
on the large nubbin with increasing vigor, swirling her
tongue around it, before on it and battering it
back and forth. Patricia ran her fingers through Laura's
newly darkened curly locks. She could feel Laura coaxing
an orgasm from her. "Suck it, suck it, you little dyke,"
the woman ordered, as she pulled Laura's face tightly
to her crotch. Her hips bucked seven times to each
contraction of her pussy, before her muscles relaxed and
her legs opened, freeing Laura's head. Laura continued to
lightly run her tongue over the very enlarged and juicy sex
of her Mistress, as the woman came down from her
climax.
"It's time to clean up the mess you've made," Dr. Adams
ordered, looking down into the desperate eyes of her new
office girl.
Laura licked and the nectar that had collected on
the woman's sex, thighs, and bottom. Dr. Adams stood
up, and pointed to the puddle she had left in the leather
chair. "You missed a spot."
There was nothing that humiliated Laura as much as the
cleaning up afterward. However, she knew she must do even
this to be allowed an orgasm. She leaned forward and her
timid pink tongue darted out to swab at the secretions left
in the leather chair. Afterwards, Laura tried to wipe the
moisture from her face, but Patricia stopped her.
"No, leave it. I like your face wet like that."
The was finally beginning to understand what
being a sub was all about. Every time her clenched
within the vibrating chastity belt, she was reminded of her
new status. It was her duty to please and it was her
Mistress's duty to determine when Laura would be allowed
pleasure.
Laura's leg started to shake in response to the constant
teasing of her cunt. "Please?" she whispered, looking up
hopefully. She grew scared as she saw the woman's
eyes flash in anger. A hand reached forward, grabbed
Laura's ear and twisted.
"You are a pussy-girl now and pussy-girls don't talk. They
don't look up either. Pussy-girl stays under the desk with
her head down, waiting for someone to sit in the chair.
It's Pussy-girl's job to pleasure whoever sits in this
chair - no exceptions. Pussy-girl will clean up any messes
she makes and I want to hear lots of noises from Pussy-
girl's mouth, but none from her throat. Understand?"
"Under no circumstances is Pussy-girl to speak or let
anyone see her face." Dr. Adams leaned down until her face
was inches from Laura's. "If Pussy-girl fucks up just one
time - then Pussy-girl's little training will stay
on forever! Do I make myself clear?"
Laura nodded her head, afraid to even speak.
"Good, and are you going to a good little Pussy-girl?"
Laura nodded her head again.
"Now, back under the desk with you and hold your head down.
That's a good Pussy-girl. Just keep doing what you do so
well, and I'll be very proud of you." Dr. Adams petted the
former snob's head before walking out of the room.
Laura didn't have long to wait before another woman took
her place. This kept her legs pressed tightly
together, as Laura began to kiss her way up the woman's
thigh.
"I'm not - I mean, I've never-" stuttered the woman.
However, Laura was not deterred. The words Dr. Adams said
rang in her ears. ". . . *every* woman who sits in this
seat gets an orgasm. . ." Laura clutched the woman's
thighs and pressed her mouth tightly to her covered
crotch. The woman struggled briefly, but soon leaned back
to enjoy, as Laura's tongue drove away her doubts. Soon,
the woman's were around her ankle and her skirt was
bunched around her waist. Her hand tweaked her nipples,
and her meek demeanor forgotten.
"Lick my pussy! Lick it! Oh God, you sound so nasty when
you do that," she said, responding to Laura's loud licks
and smacks. "Louder! Oh fuck, you are driving me crazy!
Oh God, here it comes! Suck it! Suck my pussy! Oh-oh-oh!
Ahhh . . . " she cried as she came.
The woman thanked Laura and very nicely tried to get up
before Laura could finish her job. Laura fingers dug into
her thighs, pushing the woman back down as she proceeded to
clean the mess from her sex.
"No, not there . . ." the woman said when she felt Laura's
tongue sneak to her other hole. Laura expected to have to
struggle to finish her job, yet surprisingly the woman
rolled her hips so Laura could have better access. Laura
couldn't help herself and pressed her tongue past the tight
grommet of the woman's anus.
"Don't baby. Please stop. Please baby, you don't have to
ugh-do that. Oh God, I can't believe you are doing that. .
. " the woman whined, yet her hand was a blur on her tiny
nubbin. She came again with Laura's tongue exploring her
ass.
After she left other women came in and sat down in the
chair. One after another, Laura pleasured them all. She
repeated the Pussy-girl rules in her head so that she would
be sure to obey them. "Don't talk . . .make them orgasm .
. . head down . . . loud sounds." It was working pretty
well too . . . until Cindy came in.
Cindy stripped down to her bra and heels and stood in front
of the desk, but didn't sit down in the chair. Laura
remembered Dr. Adams words, but Cindy wasn't sitting in the
chair. She thought it best to go ahead and please the
older woman, so she began to kiss her way up her thighs.
When Laura reached the woman's fragrant pussy, Cindy pulled
back, but held Laura's head against the top of the desk by
her hair.
Cindy looked at Laura contemptuously. "I thought you were
supposed to keep your head down. Ha-ha, you better get
used to those training slut, cause it looks like
you will be wearing them for awhile," Cindy said, before
turning to walk away.
Tears began to well in Laura's eyes. "Please. Please
don't tell," she begged.
"And she talks too. How very interesting." Cindy smiled
and walked back to the defeated girl. "Start licking my
shoes you stupid dyke."
Laura was thankful that at least she may have a chance to
win Cindy over, but things weren't off to a good start.
She bent down and took a tentative lick of the woman's
Birkenstocks. "You don't act like you like it very much,"
Cindy said as she walked away to the full length office
window.
Laura watched her plump ass retreat. 'She's got a pretty
body,' Laura thought. "Too bad she has to be such a
bitch."
Cindy opened the blinds, then walked to the door and
flashed the lights five times. She took the chair in from
in front of the desk and sat down in it, just out of sight
from the window. She placed her feet in front of her and
smiled evilly at Laura. "Crawl over here and do it again.
This time with feeling."
Laura couldn't believe how cruel Cindy was. The woman
blinked the lights to attract attention to the room and now
she was going to force Laura to humiliate herself in front
of who knows how many people.
Blushing furiously and with tears in her eyes, Laura
crawled over and began to lick at Cindy's sandals. This
time she steeled herself and pretended she was enjoying it.
"The bottoms too, little dyke."
Laura couldn't believe how far she had sunk. She had been
reduced to licking the gritty soles of shoes. Worse, her
pussy was burning with pleasure. She could feel the
wetness soaking through the leather and moving down her
legs.
"Masturbate," Cindy ordered. She looked down at Laura's
questioning gaze. "Oh, I know you can't feel it, but they
don't," she said, gesturing out the open window.
Laura's hand moved up her dress and she began to slide it
up and down where her would be. She tried to pretend
she didn't have the chastity belt on at all and began to
hump against her hand.
Cindy kicked off her sandals. "Now suck my toes. Oh,
yeah, that's right -- suck them like a little cock. Now,
turn you head and look out the window. No, open your eyes
and take a long look."
Laura did, quickly scanning the building. Thankfully, it
appeared that everyone was going about their business.
However, to her dismay, she looked and saw what appeared to
be a whole office of people staring at her with rapt
attention. On another office she saw a masturbating
while looking at her.
"Yes, you're giving them quite a show tonight my little
queer fuck toy." Cindy pulled her toe out of Laura's mouth
with a plop. "Why don't we really show them what kind of
slut you are?" With that Cindy stood up and bent down at
the waist and supported her upper body with the chair. "I
want you to lick my ass."
Laura began to ease up Cindy's powerful thighs.
"No! I want you to get up and go at it from the top,
facing the window. I don't want anyone to have a doubt
about what you are doing or what you are."
Laura couldn't believe how evil this woman was, but she was
so desperate to and she had done so much already, she
couldn't let this woman stand in her way.
'Why am I doing this and why am I so hot?' Laura thought.
She was now standing up and leaning toward Cindy's stuck
out ass. She snuck a peek at the building across from hers
and noticed there were more people watching in fascination.
Laura, spread the cheeks of Cindy's ass and danced her
tongue around the tiny puckered ring. Laura found this
much more demeaning and humiliating than what she did
earlier with the shy girl, but she also found it much more
arousing.
'What is wrong with me?' Laura thought, as she gave the
little brownie one final kiss before plunging her tongue
inside.
"Lick my ass Samantha! Lick it in front of all those
people you little bitch! You're nothing! You're
useless!" Cindy spat.
'Who's Samantha?' wondered Laura. 'It must have been the
girl who humiliated her.' Laura's hand found Cindy
dripping sex and began to explore her.
"Ahh, you're nothing but a whore. My ass whore. <Umpf>
Who's sorry now bitch? Oh God! Who's the humiliated one?
Who's everyone staring at? Who's sorry now -oh - fuck -
whose ass whore? Oh Please. I need-"
Letting go of the chair, Cindy turned to face the window.
Standing spread eagle with her mashed flat against
the cold glass, she looked out at the leering people in the
neighboring building. As their stares bored through her,
she thought back to that fateful day in when she
ran naked through the campus with everyone pointing and
staring at her. The worst part of it all was; the
humiliation turned her on. Every time she fantasized about
it, it filled her with guilt, but strangely, even with her
breasts mashed up against the glass window, she didn't feel
guilty now.
"Fuck - c - c-cumming - ugh - ah - ahhhhhh!" Cindy moaned,
before sticking out her tongue and licking the window and
then falling down. To Laura's surprise Cindy started
sobbing and crying.
Laura didn't know what else to do to comfort the poor
woman. "I'm sorry Cindy. Please Cindy, - I'm sorry."
Laura soothed.
Cindy sniffed a few times and dried her tears. Standing up
on shaky legs, she closed the blinds to the room and pulled
Laura to her feet. "No, Laura, I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't
h-have-" her eyes began to tear again and her lip quivered.
"I shouldn't have done that to you. P-Please don't hate
me," she said, clutching Laura tightly to her chest.
"It's okay. It-I really didn't mind," Laura said. The
truth was it turned Laura on, but she didn't like the part
where she felt that Cindy hated her. Laura didn't like to
be hated.
Cindy kissed Laura on her sticky mouth. "I didn't mean any
of that stuff I said to you. You-you're not nothing. You
are the kindest and most beautiful I've ever met."
Cindy broke down sobbing again and Laura wished she could
do something more to comfort the poor woman.
"Laura, I can't - there is - there is something I need to
tell you. You see - I didn't know you at first. Oh God,
Please promise you won't hate me Laura."
"I promise Cindy."
"Laura the next woman that is coming here-" Cindy warned,
but was interrupted.
Just then the door opened and Dr. Adams walked in. "Laura,
did you forget the rules?" she asked.
"I-I-I'm sorry," Laura said, backing up to the desk.
"Pats," Cindy said, coming between the two women. "It's my
fault. I made her come out. I-I" Cindy struggled to find
the courage to face Dr. Adams. "I can't go through with
this any more. It isn't right. Not to Laura."
"I know Cindy. I wish I could go back in time and stop all
this. But, you know as well as I, it is too late for that
now. Besides, she's already on her way up and you know
what will happen if we don't see this all the way through
to the end. So, unless you have another idea of a way out
of this, you are going to have to leave - *right now*!"
Cindy looked toward Laura with a look of sympathy in her
eyes. She mouthed a soundless "I'm sorry," picked up her
clothes and left out the side door.
Dr. Adams hurriedly sat down in the seat and spread her
legs widely in front of Laura. "Get to work sweetie and
remember the rules," the woman cautioned. "Head
down, lots of noise, and no talking." She opened the desk
drawer and slipped a pair of headphones on Laura's head and
turned the music up.
Laura's mouth descended down to Dr. Adams sex and proceeded
to do her duty. Just then, there was a soft knock on the
door.
"Come in. Come in," Dr. Adams said, as the door opened and
a very professional looking woman came in. "Please have a
seat Vivian. I can call you Vivian can't I?"
"Sure." Vivian shook Patricia's hand and then sat down in
the chair. "Now, what was this about a merger?"
"Mmmm. Well, Vivian, as you know. Your company has been
<ah> licensing our software for some time now."
Vivian listened to the other executive go on about her
company, but soon her concentration shifted to the woman's
obvious sexual arousal. As if that weren't enough, it
sounded as if someone was performing oral sex on the woman
from below - very loud oral sex to be precise.
"I-It seems I have come at a bad time. Ah, why don't we
reschedule," Vivian said, but stayed rooted in her chair
watching the spectacle in front of her.
Dr. Adams originally planned to fake an orgasm, but the
very fact that the of her hated rival was licking
her pussy, while the sat there watching and
suspecting nothing, was too much for her. She felt the
rolling thunder of pleasure begin deep in her and then
spread out to every fiber of her being. "Ugh - ugh - w-
wait-just-one-m-minute-oh-god-oh-god!" The woman's
toes curled and her thighs spread wide; her pelvis jerked
uncontrollably and she filled Laura's mouth with her cum.
"Mmmm . . . this is what I think I like best about being an
executive. When you get to this position, there is always
someone willing to assume *the* position," Dr. Adams said,
while Laura did her best to clean up the very wet mess
between her thighs. "You look a little flushed Vivian, are
you all right?" Dr. Adams smoothed her skirt down and
walked over to the other woman. "Why don't you come sit in
my chair, while I go over the details of the merger. It is
a most comfortable chair, I promise."
Dr. Adams led the slightly reluctant woman to the executive
chair. As Vivian sat down, she felt hands move up her
skirt to slip her down. "Is-Is she clean?" she
asked, the wrinkles on her forehead showing her
uncertainty.
"But of course, she's an intern from the university. I
gave her the opportunity to work her way up the corporate
ladder from the bottom up." Dr. Adams watched as the other
woman's brow knitted in pleasure. "As you can see, she's
spent most of her time on the bottom, so to speak."
"mmmm- Why would you go to and then demean herself
like this?" Vivian asked the between her thighs.
"She's wearing headphones, so she can't hear you or the
business we discuss. But as to your question, you'd be
surprised at the who would jump at the chance," Dr.
Adams said with an evil grin. "After all, it's a *tight*
market right now."
"Now, let's get back to the details of the merger shall
we?" Dr. Adams said, as she casually reached down and
unbuttoned Vivian's blouse.
From her vantage on top of the desk, Patricia freed one of
Vivian's and began to tweak an erect nipple.
"First, I will be named CEO and be given options on fifty-
one percent of the stock."
Vivian, upon seeing this tactic tried to push the away
from her crotch, but Laura held on tightly, attacking the
pink nubbin between her lips with renewed ferocity. "I-I
don't think now is a good time for negotiation," moaned
Vivian.
"Next, you will step down as CEO and become my new personal
unpaid assistant - in short, my slave. So, you better pay
attention to what is being done to you, because you will be
doing a lot of it in the future," continued Dr. Adams.
"Oh-oh-god! You <ah> crazy bitch!"
"A bitch, yes, but not crazy. This is payback for what you
did to me in college, Viv. You ruined my life and now it's
your turn." Dr. Adams eyes hardened to a cold steely gaze.
"Patsy? Pats, is it <ugh> really you?" Vivian asked
incredulously.
"I go by Patricia now, but you will call me Mistress," to
emphasize her point, Patricia light tweaks of Vivian's
nipples turned into a painful pinch.
"Ouch! Please . . . Pats? Pats? Oh God, you have no idea
how long I've <ah> searched for you," Vivian gasped, as she
tried to push Laura away from her sex. "Please girl, stop
for just a minute," she begged.
Dr. Adams arched a dubious eyebrow. "Really? Was that
before or after you betrayed me and got me pregnant? All
so you could get into your sorority."
"Pats, you agreed to it - remember? I did it for us. I
didn't know he wasn't wearing a condom."
Vivian was now crying and Patricia soon followed. This
wasn't going at all like Patricia planned. Had this all
been a mistake - a huge misunderstanding? Had Vivian
actually loved her?
Dr. Adams was desperate to get the situation back under
control. "Sign the goddamn paper," she demanded, as she
looked into Vivian's dilated eyes. The flush from the
executive's cheeks spread down to her chest. It was time.
"Sign the paper or everyone will find out about you and
your daughter." Patricia reached down and pulled the
headphones off of Laura's head and tilted her head up.
Vivian looked down aghast. There beneath the unfamiliar
curly dark hair, was the very drenched face of her
daughter with her tongue extended and fluttering over the
small pink nubbin of her clit. For Vivian, it was already
too late. The damn was broken and there was no way to stop
the flow. She reached her hands down and clasped them
behind Laura's head. "Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god!" she cried as
her hips bucked in Laura's mouth.
'Mother?' Laura thought when she looked up to see her
mother's shocked face. Laura panicked, not knowing what to
do. However, when her head was pulled tightly into her
Vivian's sex, as her hips pumped uncontrollably, Laura's
instinct took over. She clamped her mouth down on the
thrusting sex wrestled the swollen clit into submission
with her tongue.
Afterwards, Patricia handed the defeated woman a pen.
"Sign!" she demanded.
Vivian took the pen and while still slightly dazed from the
after effects of her climax, calmly but coolly picked up
the papers and tore them in half.
Patricia was livid. This was not going according to plan at
all. "You bitch! I'll ruin you, I swear I will," she
warned.
"Pats, calm down before you have a stroke. When you left
school I tried to find you, I truly did. You even changed
your name, which made my search all but impossible. And
when I found out you were pregnant, I searched even harder.
I never found you, but I did find your baby - thank God you
used your real name for that."
Patricia's face turned ashen with the realization of
Vivian's words. "But-but that means," she stuttered.
"Yes, Laura is your - I mean *our* girl." Vivian reached
up and stroked Patsy's cheek. "And you, Pats, you are my
girl - you always have been. It is time for you to come
home with me."
'My girl?' Patricia thought. No, this wasn't going
according to her plan at all. It was completely opposite,
but it still went beyond her wildest dreams. Not only did
she have a daughter, but the woman she loved wanted to be
with her.
Laura looked up in amazement from between Vivian's splayed
thighs. She wondered how she was going to resolve the
conflicting feelings between her and Dr. Adams. It
seemed she now had two mothers. "Mummy?" she questioned,
looking up at Dr. Adams in anticipation. Would the
woman still love her now that she found out she was her
*real* mother.
"Oh baby," Patricia said, as she knelt down and hugged her
daughter tightly, kissing her on her cum-soaked face.
Vivian ran her fingers through the hair of both the
kneeling women. "Both of my favorite - come on, give
momma a kiss." However, instead of bending down, she
opened her legs wider. It was obvious what she wanted them
to do.
Dr. Adams reverently kissed the swollen pink lips peaking
out from the dark-matted hair of Vivian's sex. Laura was
a little more reluctant. Even though she had already
committed unknowingly with her real several
times over; it was Vivian who raised her. It was Vivian
who taught her that things like this were wrong.
"It's okay Laura . . . kiss it baby," Vivian moaned.
Hesitantly, Laura joined her in worship at the altar
of Vivian's sex. With her face pressed against her
mother's, their tongues danced together as they stepped
through the moist pink folds of a very fragrant pussy.
Vivian was in heaven from the pleasure she was receiving.
She grabbed the two kneeling women and pulled them tightly
into her cunt. "Oh God, do it! Do it together!" she
demanded.
Laura stuck her tongue out painfully far and stuck it in
Vivian's tight channel. It was odd felt oddly erotic
because she could feel her mother's tongue moving along
with hers.
"Oh God, you are going to make me cum," moaned Vivian. She
grabbed herself beneath her knees and spread herself for
the and daughter. Dr. Adams snuck her tongue into
the tight nether hole. "Ugh," Vivian groaned. Laura
joined her at the lower and soon both tongues
worked in the tight passage. "Fuck, so- so *nasty*. Ugh!
Ugh! Nasty . . . Ugh, I'm cumming!" she cried,
pulling both of their heads to her clit.
Laura and Dr. Adams worked the engorged clit between their
two tongues, pleasuring it from every angle. Vivian gave a
high pitched squeal and her began to squirt, while
the and battled for the orgasmic discharge.
"My girls," Vivian breathed, as she pressed their two heads
together in a kiss.
To be continued. . .
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