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No, no!" I sighed as I watched each girl gait down the catwalk, unimpressed with what I was seeing. "They are all so average. Why did I even come?"
To be fair, none of the girls were amateurs. They were all professionals. Each walked with the confident strut that was fundamental for any decent runway model. Each swayed their hips in concert with the rhythmic beat blaring out from the loudspeakers hanging from above. Each looked quite coquettish in the sheer clothing that made up the collection they were modeling. None, however, had that distinctive, almost unobtainable, look that I desired in the girls I put on the cover of my magazine.
As the editor-in-chief of one of the most respected fashion magazines in the world, one of my responsibilities was to find models to do features on and put on the cover. They had to be models who had style, class, and who were clearly going somewhere. Anything less would tarnish the magazines, and it should go without explanation, my own reputation. I had been in New York for three weeks looking for that model but had yet to discover her.
"I thought you said there was going to be class here!" I complained to my assistant Simon who sat next to me as we watched yet another fashion show. "Why did you bring me to this? Where's the class?"
"Angelica, I saw The Girl this morning before the show," he answered. "She is class. They've gotta be holding her back until the finale. No other explanation."
"Well, they better be or this collection isn't going to get a very good review!" I said before chuckling and pointing toward one especially outrageous dress one of the girls was modeling. "I mean, look at that thing she is wearing! That doesn't work with this collection at all. There is no harmony at all in this collection!"
"Relax," Simon said as he ran his hand over his bald black head. "You're going to thank me later. Oh, baby, are you going to thank me! She is one nasty feline!"
I hoped he was right. After almost twenty years in the business, I still got tremendous satisfaction from finding a new girl to put in the magazine. It wasn't just what she could do for the magazine, however. I had an unquenchable sexual appetite for the exceptional class of girls that made it into the modeling world. Nothing was more pleasurable for me then tasting a girl for the first time, taking her intimate juices into my mouth and relishing how sugary sweet she was. Plans for a midnight tryst with a future lover would cause my heart to flutter like that of an innocent virgin. The allure, excitement, and anticipation of it all; I lived for such moments.
Of course, only the finest girl could affect me in such a deep, emotional way. When I first was named editor-in-chief, anything with a tail could, and would, end up under my sheets. However, after several years of my personal screw-a-thon I became much more discriminating, becoming much like an experienced art collector who only buys the finest paintings.
"Here we go!" Simon winked at me. "I'll think you'll see her soon enough."
Simon was right on two counts. First, a new model did make her way out onto the catwalk right after he spoke. Secondly, and most important, she was class.
As she swaggered down the catwalk, my jawed dropped in awe of her beauty. She was wearing a gossamer cocktail dress, looking absolutely stunning. The ultra-thin fabric of her dress clung against her frame like a second skin, outlining the finest pair of breast I had ever seen. Blonde hair cascaded down her lovely back as she seemed to walk on clouds as she made her way toward the end of the catwalk. As she floated past us, she looked toward me with her turquoise eyes, winked, and flashed the smile of an angel.
"Who is that?" I mumbled as I watched my divine beauty turn around and walk away from me.
"So," Simon smirked as the model slipped away from view. "You do like her, don't you? I told you so."
Simon, along with most of the fashion world, knew about my desire for the girls. They even called me the Conqueror behind my back for my well-known sexual cravings. It was all to my advantage, actually. If a modeling agency had a new girl they thought could make it big, they would send her over to my office for a special 'private viewing'. I'd have the girl parade before me in several sexy dresses, pretending to judge her potential based on the principles of fashion. In reality, I was deciding if I wanted to fuck her brains out. If I determined I wanted the girl, I'd ask her to come home with me. Since most of the girls had already been told what they would have to do to get ahead in the business, few had any trouble enthusiastically saying yes. Most were eager about hopping into bed with me and having their pussies set ablaze. Of course, there were other rewards for coming home with me as well. Each girl was guaranteed both a cover shot and feature article. I also promised to do my best to advance their careers. Many of today's 'hot' models first got 'hot' by the stroke of my tongue.
Girls that refused my advances, however, guaranteed they would never be in my magazine. I never forget a rejection and for the rest of my life I would do anything to destroy their careers. Any collection they modeled would get a bad review, any personal trash I could dig up about them would go into the gossip column. In short, it was a very bad idea to get on my bad side.
"You have got to call her agent!" I exclaimed to Simon as the show began to end. "She is class. She is going to be the next supermodel. I don't know who had been hiding her, but get me a private viewing ASAP."
"Her agent knew you'd like her," Simon said as a matter of fact. "He already scheduled one. She'll be up at your office as soon as the show is over."
"What!" I laughed wickedly at Simon's little surprise for me. "How can I plan what she is going to wear in such a short time?"
"Why not just have her wear nothing?" Simon shot back before giving me the information I needed, "Her name is Sarah Taylor. She was just discovered by her agent a few months ago in California. I think she was a student at Stanford or something. They've been spending a few months refining her before making her public."
"They did a good job at that," I drooled as Sarah glided past us again, looking even more mouth-watering than before. "I can't wait to meet her."
An hour later I sat in my office, daydreaming about what it would be like to have Sarah. Thinking how nice it would feel to run my fingers through her long, blonde hair. Wondering how her fleshy red lips would feel against my sensitive skin. Hoping that her pussy would have that fresh, flowery smell I savored so much. As I fantasized about such things, I began to slowly unzip my leather skirt and slip my figures under my panties. Tenderly I slide my index finger into my slit, closed my eyes, and let out a low, erotic moan. Before I could get started and really enjoying myself, however, I was abruptly interrupted.
"Ms. White?" my secretary's voice rang out from the intercom. "There is a Ms. Sarah Taylor here to see you. May she come in?
"Yes," I replied as I hurried to get my skirt back on. "You may send her in now. Thank you."
I waited a few seconds behind my desk until Sarah opened the door and came in. She looked even more stirring up close. She had some curves on her that no sculptor could ever reproduce.
"Hello!" Sarah greeted me confidently. "I'm Sarah Taylor. You must be Ms. White. It's so nice to meet you!"
I got up from my chair and shook her hand. It felt just perfect in my hand. I smiled, "Please call me Angelica! It is my pleasure to meet you. Would you like to take a seat?"
"Certainly!" Sarah grinned, her smile striking me deep in my heart. She had pure innocence within her, innocence I hadn't seen in the business in a long time. I even felt a little guilty about what I was going to do to her. Just a little.
"What do you have there?" I asked, motioning toward a folder she was carrying as I sat down behind my desk again. "That couldn't be your portfolio, could it?"
"How did you guess?" Sarah laughed while putting her portfolio on my desk.
"Well when you have been in this business as long as I have you aren't surprised by much."
"Oh," Sarah said with wide eyes, "you can't have been in this business that long, Ms. White. You look so young and pretty."
"Thank you," I flirted without blushing, "but I pale in comparison to you, Sarah. Now, would you like to tell me a little about yourself?"
"Sure. I'm twenty-one years old and grew up in southern California. I attended Stanford University and graduated about eight months ago."
"Really? You are a college graduated already at such a young age? That is quite impressive!"
"Not really Ms. White!" Sarah gushed, "I graduated from high school when I was sixteen so it really isn't that impressive if you ask me."
"Lesson one: don't sell yourself short in this business. Always play up your accomplishments. Very few people graduate from college at that young of an age. What did you major in?"
"Psychology with a minor in childhood development. It really hurts me inside that so many children today have no one to go to for help. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep just thinking about it."
"That's so precious of you to care so much, Sarah. Our world could use more people like you."
"I had planned to go into child psychology after graduation but before I could get started my agent discovered me. One thing led to another and before I knew it I was modeling professionally. Hopefully, when I'm done modeling, I can start a career that will allow me to make a difference in the lives of children."
"That may be a while Sarah. You are very beautiful. You have all the tools needed to be the best in this business. I was surprised at how sharp you were out on the catwalk today. You looked very seductive out there."
"Do you really think I can do really well as a model?" she asked naively. "I really hope so. What do I need to do?"
I licked my lips at the opening she had given me, "Why don't you go into the dressing room behind me and change into some of the cute outfits I have back there. Then you can model the outfits for me and I will see if you have what it takes to be a cover girl for our magazine.
"Cover girl!" she shouted with joy. "Really? Ms. White, that's great that you would even consider me for your magazine. I've been reading it for years and can't imagine having my picture on the cover."
I smiled at her youthfulness and said, "I'll look through your portfolio while you change."
A few minutes later she came back wearing a low cut sequin dress. As she pranced before me in the open space in front of my desk, I was dazzled at how she seemed to shimmer along with the dress.
"Very nice!" I said before waving her off, "Now hurry up and try on something different."
This time she had put on a satiny evening dress. She looked classic in it.
I found myself starring at her long, tan legs which seemed to stretch forever. I began fantasying again. I dreamed about her sitting in my lap like a little girl, aching with pleasure as I tenderly caressed her inner thighs with my hands. She would start grinding her hips erotically into my lap as I moved my fingers just a little higher. She would cry out with elation as I begin to start stroking her...
"Ms. White?" Sarah interrupted my erotic train of thought. "What do you think?"
"Perfect," I reassured her. "Just perfect. Now try on something else for me. You are doing very well.
Sarah ended up trying on nine different outfits for me. She looked remarkable in every one. There was no doubt about it, she was the definition of class. If she meet one more condition, she would be my next cover girl.
"Sarah, what do you think about being the next cover girl for my magazine?"
"Seriously!" she shouted happily from the dressing room. "I'd do anything to just be in your magazine. To be on the cover would be a great honor."
"Anything?" I whispered with a sly smile as Sarah came back from the dressing room wearing the clothes she had come in with.
"Are you really thinking about me, Ms. White?" Sarah questioned me with the purity of a child. "Sarah Taylor on the cover of the greatest fashion magazine in the world? My friends back home are going to go ballistic! Are you really serious about this?"
"Yes, I am serious. You have the style, class, and character we are looking for in a girl."
"When will you make the final decision? I'm ready to shoot now if you want."
"Soon," I said sweetly as I got up from my desk and moved behind her. "I will not be making my final decision until I get to know you better. To make sure the girls I pick are just right, I usually meet with them outside the office so I can get to know them on a personal level."
"Sure," Sarah replied, twisting her neck to look me in the eyes. "I understand. Did you want to go out to eat or something? I'll be in New York for at least the next month."
"We can do that too," I said breathlessly as I moved my hand onto her shoulders and began to rub gently. "I had another type of meeting in mind. I'd like to know you on a more intimate level."
"You mean my family?" Sarah asked, puzzled at what I wanted from her. "They all live in California. I don't see how you could meet with them unless you fly out there."
It almost broke my heart that I was going to be the one to have to explain the realities of this business to this innocent angel. Almost. I put my lips up to her ear and whispered, "Sarah, I'd like to experience the sensual side of you. I want to make love to you. You are the finest creature I have ever seen. Every model that gets in my magazine must first submit to me. I'd greatly appreciate it if you would submit to me too."
"I don't know what to say," Sarah said with the look of total shock on her face. "I've never down anything like that with another woman before. Actually, I've never had sex with anyone before."
"A virgin?" I said delicately as I swiftly moved my hands onto her firm breast. "I'll make sure that angle is played up in your feature article, Sarah. That is, if you come home with me tonight."
"I don't understand! Didn't you say I was beautiful before? Why do I have to sleep with you to be in your magazine?"
"That is the way the world works. If you do a favor for me, I'll do a favor for you."
"This isn't right!" she cried, putting her face into her two cupped hands.
"That is what I love about you, Sarah!" I laughed with hardness in my voice before putting my lips on her tense neck. "You are so precious and innocent.
I wish you could stay like this forever. Unfortunately, you can not. Everyone must grow up sometime. Now please, tell me you will act like an adult and come home with me!"
"I will not! I'm saving myself for when I marry!"
"Don't worry!" I mocked. "You will still be a virgin, technically. What I plan to do to you isn't really considered sex by the Lord Almighty."
"You snake!" she yelled as she got up from her chair. "I will never sleep with you no matter what you offer!"
"Then you will never be in my magazine. If you can't be my friend, I won't be your friend. Understand? Now get out."
"Ms. White, I'm sorry," Sarah said softly, moving back closer to me. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I understand what you want but I can't give it to you. Not yet, at least. Please understand, I still would like to be in you magazine."
"I have rules and if I start making exceptions, everyone will want exceptions. I also want you in my magazine. Maybe you could think over my offer for a few days and decide how important your career is to you."
"Sure," Sarah said as she put her hand on my wrist. "I don't think I will come up with a different answer, though. Couldn't you think about making one tiny exception for me, Angelica?"
She began to slowly move her hand up and down along my arm, drawing her fingernails ever so deliberately across my forearm. She moved in closer and pressed her body up tight against me. I could feel her hot heavy breath against my face as she continued tormenting me with her fingernails. She looked me in the eyes and smiled, then quickly backed away.
"Ok," I relented, overcome by the buzz she was giving me. "I'll think about it."
"I'll see you later, then!" she said happily as if nothing had happened between us moments before. I caught her eyes and smile one more time as she turned and looked at me as she was going out the door.
Over the next several nights I pleasured myself with thoughts of Sarah running through my head. Her baby blue eyes, golden hair, satiny skin, warm personality, statuesque body: she was perfect. When she had pressed up against me at the end of our meeting, I could feel the electricity flying between our two bodies. I was so obsessed with her that when a gorgeous supermodel I had first fucked three years earlier showed up at my office requesting a quick 'private viewing', I turned her down flat.
Usually when a girl rejects me I don't give a second thought about it. Sarah was different. I had to conquer her. Since blackmail didn't seem to work with her I decided I try seduction.
About a week after first meeting Sarah, her agent called and said she would be working another show the next day. I asked him if I could meet with her before the show and he said it sounded like a good idea. When he asked if Sarah was still under consideration for a cover shot, I said yes.
The next day I showed up at the show Sarah was working with three dozen burgundy roses. Nothing to win a girls heart like roses, I figured. When I found her she seemed happy to see me.
"Thank you!" Sarah said, radiating happiness as I handed her the roses. "They are beautiful!"
"Not nearly as beautiful as you, Sarah. I missed you."
"That's so nice of you to say Ms. White," she replied amiably. "I've missed you as well. What did you stop by for?"
"I had to see you again. Did you think about my offer Sarah? Have you figured out what was in your best interest?"
"Yes I have thought about it and I have to say my answer is still no. Don't get me wrong. I think you're an attractive woman but I don't want you in that way. Have you thought about my offer?"
"What was your offer?" I questioned her, honestly forgetting what she had said to me a week earlier.
"Would you make an exception for me and put me in your magazine anyway?"
"Oh," I tried to laugh her off. "I told you I can't do that, Sarah. You know I have a reputation to keep."
"Then we are stuck in the same place as before, Angelica."
"Please," I used a word I rarely had use for any more. "Just try it once to see how it feels. Have you ever kissed a woman before?"
"No," Sarah replied softly. "I have wondered what it would feel like, though. Having another girl put her soft, feminine lips on my lips. It must feel kinda of special?"
"It does Sarah," I answered her while moving closer to her. "It truly does.
It can feel very special, especially if you are with the right woman. I can show you if you like. Wold you like to try that? No strings attached."
"I guess so Ms. White," she giggled. "Just this once, OK? Please be gentle."
No problem there. Moving closer, I wrapped one arm around her dainty waist while using my opposite hand to hold her head in position. I took several seconds to enticingly stroke her waist and gaze into her lovely eyes before locking my lips onto hers. Her lips tasted pristine and were well worth the wait. Sarah surprised me when she began probing my mouth with her tongue and running her hands passionately up and down by back. After a good deal of time exploring each other's bodies, Sarah broke off our sensual kiss.
"Hmm," Sarah said while puckering her lips. "Not as good as I expected, Ms. White."
"Come on!" I laughed, looking straight into her eyes. "You enjoyed it. I have enough experience to know that."
"No way! I didn't enjoy that at all. You believe whatever you want to believe, though."
"How about you come over to my apartment later tonight? I can show you a few more fun things we can do together."
"I'm sorry Angelica but my answer is still no. Now, please excuse me. I have a show to get ready for."
I was even more turned on by Sarah than before. When I got back to my office, I told my secretary, Jill, that I wasn't to be disturbed the rest of the afternoon. I took out my favorite vibrator and pleasured myself, having several orgasms before deciding to go home. As I passed my secretary, she handed me a message.
"Ms. White," she said. "While you in your office, um, resting, Sarah Taylor's agent called. Here's the message. I'll be going home now, if that's all right."
"Sure," I waved her off. "Thank you. Go, I'll see you tomorrow." The message read.
Ms. White
Sarah Taylor's agent said Sarah is ready for
her shoot... says Sarah will be happy when
she sees that she will be on the cover...
Sarah will do the extra things you asked for.
He wasn't sure what she meant... Sarah
assured him that you would know.
Jill
"Jill!" I yelled down the hall before my secretary could leave. "I need you to do something before I leave! Could you call Jack and tell him I need him to do a photo shoot with Sarah Taylor ASAP?"
Several days later I got the prints from Sarah's photo shoot. Unfortunately I had been in Paris on an important business trip when the pictures had been taken. Otherwise I would have been right there besides her. I had the pictures, though, and they were fantastic. She was definitely going to be a supermodel.
I met with my editors and told them to literally stop the presses so we could get Sarah on the cover. I had a quick article written up that was very positive and made Sarah into the purist girl since Snow White. As soon as the first copy was printed off I grabbed one and made my way over to a fashion award ceremony Sarah was attending with her agent. I found my way over to her table and showed her the magazine.
"Oh my God!" Sarah shrieked as she saw the cover. "Thank you so much Ms. White! This was so nice of you. How can I ever thank you enough?"
I lied, "Your happiness is thanks enough for me, Sarah. I am very proud of you. You have come so far so quickly."
"I have only you and my agent to thank for that. I wish there was something I could do to thank you, though."
"Maybe you could do those extra things for me?" I said smugly to Sarah before speaking to her agent who was sitting next to her. "Isn't that what you said? That Sarah would do the extra things?"
"Yes," he replied, putting his arm around Sarah. "You did say that, didn't you? What were the extra things, anyway?"
"Oh," she giggled, casting her eyes away from me. "Ms. White wanted to get to know me on a more personal, intimate level. She is going to come out to California with me to meet my folks."
"What!" I said angrily, glaring at Sarah. "That is not what we agreed to!"
"What is it that you want then! Please tell me."
"I want you." I answered directly. People were beginning to stare.
"You can't have me!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "Leave me alone you disgusting Dyke! You can't buy me with your magazine! Go get someone else to be your whore!"
"Fine!" I said before swiftly leaving the ceremony. I decided that she had crossed the line and would pay dearly for treating me like that publicly. After several minutes spent gathering myself in the ladies room, I made my way out onto the street and got into my private stretch limousine.
"Guess I'll be alone tonight." I said to myself as I shut the limo's door.
"Not tonight," a familiar voice said from the far side of the limo. "Angelica, not tonight."
I was shocked to find Sarah in my limo. She sat with her legs crossed, wearing nothing but a form flattering forest green satin slip. A naughty little smile lay on her lips.
"Surprised to see me in here, I bet?" Sarah said in an unfamiliar syrupy voice as the limo started moving. "Well, I promised to give you the extra things."
"What happened in there?" I asked, puzzled at the change that had seemed to come over Sarah. "Why are you in here?"
"Don't you get it, yet?" she replied as she moved in front of me, got on her knees, and started to rub my hips with her hands. "I'm going give you what you asked for."
"I thought," I tried to say as she began unzipping my skirt. "I thought that you were going to wait until you were married."
"That was a good one, wasn't it?" she laughed from my crotch area as she began chewing on my panties. "I'm no virgin, I can tell you that! I've gone down on hundreds of women. There are a lot of things you don't know about me."
"So you have been lying to me all this time? You don't want to work with children?"
"Or course not, Angelica! That's just to make my image look good. I could care less what happens to those spoiled brats. Don't act so shocked. You are as deceitful as I am. It's just that I am better at it than you.
I could only shake my head in disbelief at the duplicity of the girl. I exhaled when she finally got my panties off and started to massage my lower abdomen with a couple of her fingers. She then started to lick my belly like a dog, which I laughed at with pure rapture. She felt so nice and crisp against my skin. I took my top off and started rubbing my breast.
"No Angelica," Sarah said, moving her body rigidly up against me. "Let me do that. I've been waiting to get a taste of you for some time."
"Really?" I said, dizzy from the feeling I got from her satin slip against my skin. "Have you? Since when?"
"Since before you even knew who I was," she replied as she fondled my breast. "You don't know how hard it has been for me to restrain myself from fucking you all this time. I had to have that kiss from you just to release some of the tension inside of me."
"Why? Why are you teasing me like this?"
"You mean why have I played you?" Sarah said while digging her fingernails into my nipples. "You don't like to be played, do you?"
"Oh, no," I moaned as she put her blistering hot lips onto my sore nipple, "God no!"
"Well, that's too bad," she ridiculed me as she moved her face away from by breast and toward my pussy. "Angelica, I have control over you. Not just any kind of control but absolute control. That's how I ended up on the cover of your magazine."
"It just doesn't make any sense. You knew I would give you a cover shot if you just said you would have sex with me. Why risk it? Why not just make it easier on the both of us?"
"You are simple, aren't you?" she laughed before lapping up most of my pussy juices that had leaked out with one broad brush of her tongue. She took a few seconds to swallow before speaking again, "If I had given myself to you before getting the cover shot you would have been rewarding me. You would have had the power. Instead, I have the power. I am rewarding you. This does feel like an reward, doesn't it."
"Oh, yes!" I squealed as Sarah started pulling on my pussy hairs with her teeth, "Please continue rewarding me!"
"Good, Angelica. I knew you couldn't resist me so I decided to do things my way. Now you will do what ever I like, when ever I like."
"You don't control me yet!" I tried to convince myself. Sarah looked at me and smiled before spreading my pussy and putting the prissiest kiss on my clit I had ever felt. My body trembled with carnal delight as her kiss lingered on my clit for several unbearable seconds.
"Oh yeah?" Sarah quipped as she took her mouth away from my pussy. "I guess me and my tongue can go home now since you won't be needing us."
"No, no! I still need both of you. You are my master, Sarah. I submit to you. You can have what ever you want."
"That's better," she said as the limo came to a stop. "It's time to go. We have arrived at our destination."
"Were are we going?" I asked as Sarah got up off me and made her way out of the limo.
"I've got someplace wicked to take you, Angelica!" she smiled at me. "Put your clothes back on and follow me!"
She took me by my hand and led me into a building I had visited many times before. The place was deserted. She opened a door and led me into a dark room. After flipping a switch, Sarah said, "Surprise! Right back were you first saw me!"
"You have got one dirty little mind!" I uttered with amusement as I looked at the catwalk before me. "You are my kind of girl!"
She had placed several bouquets of roses in a semi-circle near the end of the catwalk. Again she led me by the hand and took me up onto the catwalk. I had a bird eyes view of all the empty seats surrounding us.
"So this is what it looks like from up here!" I said sweetly, as Sarah placed a kiss on my neck. "It is very high."
"Don't worry," Sarah said as she slowly nibbled on my ear lobe. "You won't be standing too much longer."
Between the semi-circle of roses she had laid down several layers of cotton blankets, covered by one silk sheet. She took me by my waist and deftly lowered me down. I felt so warm and protected in her arms, I wanted to melt just then.
"How does that feel?" Sarah asked as she kneeled down between my legs as I lay back on the silk.
"Heavenly," I crooned as she began once again to unzip my skirt. "Bring me to ecstasy, Sarah."
"On more thing," Sarah said sternly. "Don't call me Sarah any more. It's Ms. Taylor. Understand Angelica?"
I nodded my agreement as she quickly tore my off my skirt and panties. She began to finger me, moving her slender fingers in and out of my wetness with great skill. I started to breathe harder, the air thick with the aroma of the roses that lay all around.
"Oh," I wailed as her fingering became more pronounced. "You are so sweet, Ms. Taylor. So sweet."
"Yes I am." Sarah replied, taking several rose petals into her fingers and inserting them into my slit. "Do these feel good inside of you, Angelica?"
"Mmm," I murmured my approval. "They feel just fine. Roses are so delicate, just like me."
"Roses also have thorns," Sarah reminded me with a smile. "You can see why I had to be patient with you. Now I want to hear you scream! The acoustics up here are just wonderful. I want to hear your pleas for mercy from every direction!"
"Yes!" I hollered as she once again spread apart my pussy and put her lips on my clit. "Can you hear me now! Oh, yes!"
I pushed my hips up into her face as she took control of my body by darting her speedy tongue in and out of my pussy. Several waves of pleasure hit me as she continued working me, moving her tongue deeper, harder, and faster.
"Now I'm going to really make it hurt," Sarah said as she attached a two headed ditto to herself. She straddled me and carefully inserted the other end into my pussy. Before starting she fixed her body so it was vertical and stared down at me. As I tried to move my head up to put a kiss on her lips, she pushed me down again. I laid back, closed my eyes, and shuddered when she began driving the ditto into me. For the first time in years I wasn't in control and loved it. A fiery mass of sheer pleasure was welling up inside of me with every stroke of Sarah's hips. All I needed was for her to bring me over the edge.
"God!" I moaned, my senses overwhelmed. "You nasty bitch! That hurts! Fuck me harder if you can, Ms. Taylor!"
Sarah obliged by slapping in my face, "Don't call me a bitch, you filthy whore! Clean up your fucking language or I will have to stop."
"Yes Ms. Taylor," I answered her and began to get screwed by her again. Sarah began to moan rhythmically as she started rotating her hips in a counterclockwise motion to amplify the pleasure throbbing inside of me.
"Yes!" I screamed, my voice echoing throughout the building. "Harder! You make me feel so fragile! Dominate me!"
"Oh Angelica," Sarah moaned, as the ditto head on her side did its magic. "You dirty girl! You like being hammered like this, don't you!
"Mmm, yes," was all I could mutter as the intensity of the pressure inside me grew. "Pound me like a nail!"
"Pound! Pound! Pound!" Sarah howled as she drove her hips into me as deeply as was physically possible. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders to brace me as she started putting the full force of her body into her thrust. I could feel myself coming to a crest of a hill and knew I would climax at any moment.
"Ah!" I screamed, overcoming by the intoxicating mix of physical agony and sensual jubilation. "Stop! Oh, please stop! It hurts so much! God forgive me!"
The sweet smell of roses suddenly hit me in the groan and I started to quake with waves of undiluted pleasure. My body vibrated like an alarm clock as orgasm after orgasm hit me while continuing to be screwed by Sarah.
"Thank you Sarah," I whimpered after I had stopped having my blissful orgasms. "Thank you for your wonderful surprise."