Title: Fantasy Fulfillment Chapter 6 Author: Alessia Gerini {FF+F, exhib,
voy, toys, cons, rom} Editor: PeeJ Copyright: Alessia Gerini (c) 2001
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FANTASY FULFILMENT
Chapter 6 (FF+F, exhib, voy, toys, cons, rom)
THE SHOPPING TRIP
FIVE: Going Home
asked quietly, "Do you want to go home or go to my place?"
"Could we go to your place, please?"
"Yes, of course, hold on a Sweetie, we'll be there in ten minutes. I'm
proud of you; not many have your willpower, believe me. I have put quite a
few to the test in my time and you are right up there with the best."
"That wouldn't be long, you're not that old, you look to be thirty,
tops," I laughed.
"Oh, thank you, but go a bit higher. Oh, and put your arm up again
Darling. I want to feel your with that 'jewellery' on it. It does
feel nice, doesn't it?"
"Oh shit, Angelina, I've been so close to going right off for ages, I
don't think I can take much more."
As I was saying this, my arm went to her neck. If she wanted to touch
my boob it was hers to touch. I griped the panic handle above my door and
held on for my delicious to work her magic on my breast. For a
while now my nipples had started throbbing, driving 'mistress pussy' to a
juice-dribbling mess of erogenous flesh, with my clitoris throbbing
mercilessly too. I had checked my nipple tips and blood was getting
through okay. She ran her hand up my arm, beneath my armpit and across my
breast to my areole, and squeezed my nipple's tip. Then she very gently
ran her finger pads over and around its peak. My back arched
involuntarily; my 'mistress' erupted twitching and spurted my juices
through my drenched thong. My moans of delight were muffled by the car
radio. 'Oh, my god, for how long is this exquisite pleasure going to last?
It seemed that the longer I denied myself the ultimate in pleasure, the
more wonderful every stimulus became. The throbbing of my breasts, labia
and clitoris were becoming a little painful and although the soreness was
highly pleasurable I worried a little about that.
"Angelina," I ventured, "I'm getting sore and pussy. I will be
okay, won't I?"
"Yes, Sweetie you'll be fine! You might enter a higher level of arousal
that makes a normal aroused state feel tame. I had you mesmerised for the
early part of our trip this afternoon. But you might get a little pain
with the pleasurable sensations you will get if you get to the higher
stage. Do you think you have reached that yet?"
"Yes, awhile back at the shop I think, it's magical. Everything feels
fabulous, like I'm floating through a cloud of sensuality making my body so
. . . I can't find the words. Sort of like in that Jane Fonda movie,
'Barbarella' I think it was called. I saw it on cable two or three years
ago. Do you know it?"
"Yes, I've seen it. She hates it, you know. Anyway, yes I know what
you mean. You are up there, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes."
"How long would you like to stay there?"
"Can I have orgasms here?"
"Yes, but thy would soon break the spell unless I'm with you to help you
get back up again, but you might be able to learn to get high by yourself."
"Oh, so I can't have both sensations up here without you? You will
teach me, maybe?"
"Maybe, and you may or may not be able to get there again unless I help
you."
"For how long can I stay here now without your help?"
"Without me? As long as you don't orgasm, maybe until tomorrow
morning."
"Wow, that's hot! So I must choose to orgasm or stay with you until you
can teach me, right?"
"Yes, provided you can learn. Some women just can't be taught so they
can never get high without me and even then it's not guaranteed."
"Mmm, okay, can I play it by ear so to speak and I'll try hard to learn
if you would teach me. You will try, right?"
"Well, provided I think you're all right, yes."
"Angelina?"
"Um . . . yes, Alessia?"
"I love you!"
"I think I may love you too despite what I said earlier."
We had just stopped while traffic passed so we could turn right across
the oncoming traffic. ran her hand all over my before
removing it to turn. Oh, shit, this vibrator is such a turn-on and I've
spurned them for years. How stupid of me.
"Oh, I felt that all over me, like a wave of exquisite
pleasure. Will you make love to me tonight? I can ring my mum and tell her
I won't be home. Please?"
She looked at me saying,
"I think we can arrange something."
FIVE: Angelina's Apartment
We turned into a driveway and into an underground car park. Together
with Angelina, I took the box on my lap, my bag, and my folder to the
entrance to the lobby of the apartment building.
She pressed a call button by the door. Ingrid answered, "Hello," came
through a little speaker above us.
"It's me," said.
"Okay"
The electronic lock clicked open, pushed the door, it opened
for us. She indicated I should enter so I did, she followed me. We walked
inside and up to the lifts. Three teenage in school uniforms
came along just as we had got into one. held the doors and they
rushed in. The doors closed. They saw me, I smiled at them as their
mouths dropped open. They seemed fascinated by me, and I was intrigued by
their reactions to my appearance. Two turned away the third stared at my
breasts, my thong, my pussy.
She must have smelled my 'pussy's fragrance,' and then she figured out
to what the chain and crystal was attached. She saw my clamps and her jaw
dropped further, her mouth opening even further. A drip of my juice ran
down my inner thigh, it tickled. I ran my hands down from my waist over my
hips to my thighs smoothing my sheer little skirt as sexily as I could. I
felt very good, unreasonably so, so horny and so sexy: I felt as though I
was oozing sex and in a manner of speaking I literally was. The stared as if she didn't believe her eyes. By now, judging by her shirt,
her nipples were nearly as hard as mine. noticed the girl's
nipple bumps too and gave the a polite smile.
"We are almost there," the said.
The doors opened and the got out with 'that' one still staring at
me. She was cute and I got quite a buzz from her attentive eyes. The lift
stopped a few floors up. ushered me out, knocking on the door to
her left in the little lobby. I heard a peephole open and shut.
The door swung open, Ingrid, said, "Hi, you two come on in."
Ingrid was stark naked, with not even jewellery or a watch on her.
"Thanks, I've Alessia with me, but she's on an erotic trip."
"Wow, so she can get up there already?"
"Sure, fantastic isn't it. She didn't need much help from me either.
She almost induced it on herself, didn't you Alessia?"
"Um . . . I guess so. It's like . . . " I paused trying hard to think
back and not wanting my body to stop from feeling ultra-sensitised.
"I think it slowly came over me when told me not to come until
she said I could."
"I'll just go and put this stuff away." left us together.
"You look great, you've a great figure. Beautiful perky to be
proud of." I said standing there looking at the naked body of Ingrid.
Blushing, she said coyly, "Thanks butt you look so sexy and your body is
wonderful."
She kept on, "How do you feel," Ingrid asked, as she walked into the
living room. I watched her beautiful body with its swaying hips move away
from me. I followed her. She had a figure like Angelina, but a smaller
and more youthful version of it. She stopped, turned and leaned against a
French-polished card table, with her hands behind her. In such a position
her hips naturally thrust forward. I could not help but notice her
ever-so-neat, very small triangle of pubic hair that seemed to draw my eyes
to it.
She showed no embarrassment at me staring and asked again, "Alessia, how
do you feel?"
"Wonderful, like I'm so sensitive even to suggestive looks or the
breeze, almost anything and we made love on the floor in a dress shop.
God, honey I'm so hot, as sensitive as anything."
"In what way, sensitive?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm on an erotic high, it's sexually amazing, but I want to
. . . to . . . "
"Come?" she said.
"Oh shit, yes, yes . . . has had you here?"
"Oh yes, many times, but I don't need her anymore. I know how to get
myself up. I love getting up there, but to be high making love it the
absolute ultimate in pleasure. It's totally hot! You feel it, don't you?"
"God, yes. I can imagine, but not being able to orgasm for ages is a
problem for me but I have just managed not to so far."
"I can have amazing orgasms by holding back, better than just ordinary
ones as great as they are and you don't have to hold off every time,
holding back for ages that's a secret, but you can learn, I'm sure you
could."
came back wearing a see-through bra and matching thong.
"I'm told by Ingrid she can get high like me, but still come. Why can't
I?"
"Well, I didn't expect you to give up yet! To be honest with you I
think you'll learn quickly but I don't like getting hopes up too high too
fast so no promises, okay?"
"Okay!"
I was so high I was leaking my juices copiously right through my thong.
Seeing Ingrid and talking sex with her after that in the lift, after
the sex shop, and with the vibrator still stimulating me, I was at the
point where I just had to admit defeat and explode in orgasms. I would
face the consequences afterwards. My only hope was for to let me
go right off my face and let go now.
"Ingrid has cooked us a delicious meal, can't you smell the food. Let
us eat then I will get you to reach a climax like you may never achieve
again! I heard you talking to Ingrid so what do you want, to come now or
wait and possibly learn, like Ingrid, and hold on just a bit longer?"
"Alessia, is offering you something few women ever discover can
be real. If you want my advice, at least try to hold on."
'Oh fuck, oh shit, oh all right. Okay I'll try."
Ingrid wiggled her pert at me and went into the kitchen saying,
"Good, choice."
"I'll get you comfortable." said, as she approached me.
"Why is everything, everybody so wildly erotic to me?"
"At first, it was to arouse you; second, to let you orgasm to give you a
release, but not so you didn't want more; third, to arouse you again, but
for this occasion to ask that you deny yourself. Forth, that by doing so
voluntarily, you demonstrated the willpower you need for this stage. You
have reached, and more or less maintained this plateau of acute sexual
excitement for nearly two hours, despite being sexually stimulated time and
again. Normally in such circumstances you might have had two, maybe three
orgasms given the chance, but you've been in public much of that time where
you would have controlled yourself anyway. In doing things this way you
are now sensitised all over and enjoying your body's delights. Normally
you would just be horny now but not feeling so fantastic. You are still
being subjected to erotic stimuli, am I right?"
"Oh yes, yes!"
"Okay, good. Let me fix you for dinner?"
"Okay."
put her hand on my cheek. It felt wonderfully cool against my
hot face. Then she ran her fingers down my to undo my top, slowly
removing it.
"You are on the last, short leg now my baby, please don't blow it."
"I will not let you down Angelina."
"One final trial which I think you'll love, but after dinner. Here is
Ingrid now."
'Oh, not another trial,' I thought.
Ingrid came in wearing a full apron over her birthday suit, carrying a
platter of quick, deep-fried whitebait,
"Uh, oh, I can't sit like this, I'm drenched, absolutely sopping wet, my
pussy is really squirting my juices into my thong almost continuously.
Look it's running down my legs, I've dripped on your floor. What more can
I do to disgrace myself? Sit, that's what," I said, in desperation.
"We know all that Darling, we know. You can stand if you really want
to, but the seat can be cleaned and you could take your thong off. Seeing
your won't put us off our food!"
"Um . . . okay, I'll take my skirt off too."
I felt so outrageously hot I did a slow strip for them. I couldn't have
done a quick one or I would have sprayed the table. I was careful taking
off the thong, not to come at that moment too. As I walked to the table I
knew straight away I'd made a mistake. To keep myself from spraying, I had
to squeeze on the vibrator with my pelvic floor muscles. I only just made
it to the seat where I could them relax. I laughed, and the two of them
did too.
I'll teach these two, I grinned inwardly, feeling quite lewd. I
squatted on the seat, leaned back a little and stuck my knees out sideways.
My now gaped open, dribbling freely onto their seat. I poked the
vibrator in as far as I could, but even then I had to suck it in using
those pelvic floor muscles. I desperately hung on. I was not going to
come, I forbade myself even to consider it an option. Both of them could
see me through the glass-topped table and they looked, boy, did they look.
Ingrid took away our empty plates. was looking somewhat
aghast, but still her eyes were glued on my 'mistress pussy', as I oozed
onto her furniture.
I said to her nonchalantly, "Angelina, would you do something for me?"
She hesitated for several seconds as though she was thinking I might be
setting her up for something and then said,
"Yes, what is it Alessia?"
"Ingrid and I are both nude but you get to wear underwear, that's
unfair, inequitable, and denies us the sight of your full beauty. Please,
would y . . ."
"Alessia, you are being cheeky again, but I see your point. All right,
I'll take them off for you."
stood up, undoing her brassiere, shrugging it off her
shoulders, holding her shoulders back and her back proudly straight.
Although I took in the whole gorgeous I could not say, in all
honesty, that I really took in much more than those decorated by
their brownish pink areolae. Sure, her drooped a little, but oh,
so nicely. As she leant to her right to push her off that side,
her swayed that way. Then she leant to the left and her breasts,
like two side-by-side pendula, swayed left.
What a wonderful sight! She stood straight upright her wobbling
sexily as she moved. I am a leg and ankle really and had
such long, slim legs, the sort of legs that seem to end at her armpits.
Her hips were not too bony nor was her tummy too flat, but just a slight
roundness, and her pubic hair, just like Ingrid's, was a small, carefully
trimmed, black vee.
"Better?" she asked coyly.
"Oh, yes thank you. Your slender body is quite magnificent, please
excuse me while I fully appreciate you," I said, pushing my luck and with a
wry grin on my face. Phase one of my hastily conceived plan was going
well.
"You remember Lillian, you know, the redhead in the sex shop?"
"Of course."
"She seemed more than interested in us. Do you think I could base a
Fantasy 'mission' around her?"
"Yes," she said, sitting down with an inquisitive look, "go on, expand
your thoughts, tell me."
I was really wondering how the submissive sex slaves I'd heard about,
could possibly deny coming for fuck knows how long. Talking helped take my
mind off my instinctive urge to just let loose with its needed release.
I'm sure they would not be able to either, with all the stimuli I was
under. I must admit the sensations were unbelievable, but I was starting to
ache. My nipples felt like they would burst into flames just about the
same time as my clit went off like a volcano.
"Well, I guess I could go to see her and buy something and um . . .
well, seduced her. That sounds awful I know, but there was something about
her I liked. Oh shit, I'm talking rubbish, I'm so hot I would fuck
anything in a skirt."
"Alessia, you really are crude." She laughed and continued, "Well, you
are under sexual tension so fantasising like that's hardly
surprising. I don't condone rape, but seduction is not rape. I did seduce
you, you remember?"
Ingrid came in carrying our salad and skipped back for the freshly
cooked asparagus frittata and a bottle of a fresh, dry white wine.
Angelina opened and poured the wine while Ingrid served the frittata.
"I used free range eggs, look how yellow they are," she said.
We were all famished and virtually stopped talking while we drank and
ate. I finished first and my eyes were dawn back to those breasts, the
flawless skin, those legs crossed at the ankles, and the triangle so neat,
so proper. I loved her and lusted for her. I heard Ingrid say something
about coffee and she left us. I watched her well rounded butt cheeks move
from side to side and her hips sway as she walked, she really was a mini
Angelina in so many was but my attention quickly returned to Angelina.
I got to my feet moving around the table towards Angelina, running my
hand around the table as I went. I reached her leaning down to kiss her. I
heard her saying no not yet, but I kissed her neck anyway, holding her from
behind, feeling her cool skin under my hand. My right touched her
arm and then my abused nipple made contact with her skin. The electricity
from that touch sent my brain spinning. I had to have her then.
I picked her up under her knees and under her arms. In that process the
vibrator slowly slid out of me as I on her neck. I could not be
bothered squeezing on the vibrator anymore, the effort was now beyond me.
The damn thing was such a turn-on, but as soon as I lost it I felt like my
'mistress pussy' had a huge gaping there, a terrible empty feeling. I
wanted it back but I had in my grasp, quite literally. I
couldn't, wouldn't let her fall just to get it back as much as I wanted it
to fill me again.
was kicking and begged me to put her down. I held her tightly,
kissing and her neck, shoulders, face, and any part of her I could
reach. I seem to remember tonguing her ear and whispering sweet nothings
into it. My nipples, excited by touching her, throbbed in their
constraining clamps.
With her weight getting to me I sank to my knees, sitting my precious
Darling on my lap, then lay her on the thickly carpeted floor. I followed
her down, straddling her with my knees, sitting, mound to mound, on top of
her. Quickly my mouth and tongue traced a beeline over the swelling of her
breast to take in her areola and nipple. My hand cupped her other massaging it firmly and briskly, taking long strokes with my thumb and
fingers, squeezing and pulling her long, thin nipple at the end of each
stroke. was saying in an odd panting but strained voice,
"No Alessia, no . . . no, oh my god, . . . no."
As I locked my legs around her, our bodies pressed together at our hips,
but not from the waist up but my sensitised nipples dangled onto her
sending terrific electric flashes all over me. I switched breasts, running
my hand smoothly and urgently to my 'mistress', attempting to fill her,
fill the left by the now missing vibrator once again with my fingers.
I keenly fel the loss of the 'friend' I had acquired that afternoon. I
became aware that in sliding my hand behind me and reaching into 'her',
that I was pressing on Angelina's labia and that she was wet. My were on fire, each nipple sending shooting shocks to my 'mistress', then
outwards again and again. My brain was overloaded with exciting sensory
stimuli I could not think of anything but my 'pussy mistress' and Angelina.
Any thoughts of consequences were totally lost on me. With my breathing
getting quicker, I kissed and frantically; I was so close to my
release, 'Oh shit, yes, yes, let go Alessia,' the nymph on my shoulder kept
insisting.
But whispering in my ear just as insistently,
"No Alessia, not yet, soon but not yet, no Alessia, on my command but
not until then. Soon, soon, I promise. Look at me Alessia, look at me.
Oh, oh, please my baby, oh god, no . . . no."
had my hair and was pulling it. That only drove me on in my
wanton lust for her and my foreshadowed the orgasm that rapidly
intensifying within me. I just could not stop. Just then, Ingrid, with an
almighty heave pulled me off throwing me onto my back. In a flash
Angelina followed Ingrid to hold me down, trying to calm me, but I burst
into tears. The shock of what I had done, the sexual frustration had
diminished little, but the shame overawed me.
"Alessia, it's all right I'm not hurt. Just lie still and let me remove
your nipple clips and then we make love till you come. Okay, my baby love?
Be aware, the blood rushing back into your nipples will feel weird, but
wonderful or it maybe painful. It might send you over to the 'Promised
Land' for awhile, but that's okay. Let everything wash over you from now
on tonight, don't resist anymore, just let your mind go and go with your
body."
"Angelina, I let you down, I nearly raped you. I broke my word to you
so why are you so kind, so forgiving?" I managed to ask her though my
blubbering tears of guilt and shame but I was still highly charged
sexually.
"Every action has consequences, for now, we'll take off these clamps."
While Ingrid looked down at me darkly, very carefully smoothed
her hand around my left to make my nipple extend itself. Oh, my
god, bizarre feelings bathed over me as she continued to undo the pretty
clamp. How could it feel so good, but the blood filling that hardened knob
was absolutely awesome. It hurt, but I felt giddy with simultaneous
pleasure, my mind was blown away. When she got the second clamp nearly
off, I felt the first orgasm rushing outwards.
I cried out, "Oh I'm coming, coming now, now, oh fuck, yes,
yes!"
Going down to catch my pent up juices exploding, she knocked Ingrid out
of the way. As my release came, my back arched involuntarily and I vaguely
remember raising my butt way up until I was on my toes. My hips also
thrust in a reflex, as the world went away and my orgasm washed over and
over me. Eventually, I slumped to the floor, sweating profusely.
Angelina's tongue was cleaning my 'mistress' up and she kept me on a high
with her soft wet tongue and mouth kept caressing my most erogenous parts.
I'm sure I was moaning 'Angelina' over and over, all through that ecstatic
ride.
As I came down, I opened my eyes to see Angelina's glorious legs and wet
pussy almost in my face. She was kissing and mouthing my right inner
thigh, her cheek also brushing against me. Our were pressed
against each other. The feelings were absolutely divine and I found myself
irresistibly drawn to her. I kissed her thigh that was so close to my
mouth. My arms swarmed all over her delicious skin for it tasted
delicious. Her perfume was so overpowering as it assailed my nose: It was
the scent of a woman. She wriggled to hold my thighs and kiss my still
drenched lips. The charge I got from that was so sensually exciting. I
groaned in delight.
My lips were now able to reach her. I quickly kissed her and licked
her, her juices flowing as I heard her moans of pleasure. Pulling on her
butt cheeks I sank my tongue and mouth into that watermelon-coloured of my adored Angelina. I lost all sense of the present and any inhibitions
and buried my face into her, kissing, and tonguing her in a frenzy
of love and passion. My senses were being beset by so many stimuli; from
her scent, her sounds of delight, her taste, her feel, her face in my
'mistress'. To her supreme rapture, I was giving her just the best she had
experienced. I was rapidly approaching another orgasm. I sensed was also, as her body was tensing up and trembled.
Suddenly, she stopped, dragging herself away from me; a few seconds
later she was kissing me passionately. Her taste and mine mixed together
as we continued kissing, her lips and tongue swirling in and around mine.
Her hand was on my soon after her mouth met mine. Once again my
senses were being spurred by fabulous, but different erotic sensations.
She held herself so her fell onto mine, brushing areolae on
areolae, nipples, hard as pebbles, on nipples. My mind was barely able to
keep up with the continuous, but wonderful changes that kept coming. Her
mouth left mine.
I caught my breath, but then her mouth was suckling me, swiftly moving
from one side to the other. I knew I was going to come again. I reached
for her, finding her pussy, pushing two fingers into her. I still had only
just enough presence of mind to place my thumb knuckle over her clitoris
and press hard, and circle in her, as I become aware of its aroused state.
She started thrusting onto my hand and returned to kiss my ears, cheeks and
finally my mouth. Her fingers entered me, going very deeply and I moaned
as we kissed. As soon as she started, almost ferociously, to work her hand
on my clit, she broke off our kiss. Her face, flushed in excitement,
looked fantastic, but about then my orgasm began as I knew it would.
I closed my eyes and with her heaving and quickened
breathing said,
"Darling let it happen, join me our orgasms now, let go Baby, let go!
Just let it happen, allow it to happen, I gave you permission, now you give
yourself permission to come and come, and come some more."
"Yes, yes, oh please, yes!"
I grabbed her tightly and let go as my body trembled in its ecstasy; I
felt her quivering with me, as we both moaned, but not very loudly. The
joint orgasm turned on me coming in pulsing wave after wave of absolute
indulgence in muli-orgasms. I didn't think to count then but before one
finish the next took over and over again. I opened my eyes as the waves
settled to delightful soft ripples and found her gentle face watching me.
She looked into my eyes with her most gentle look, leaned to me kissing my
eyelids. Then whispered,
"That must have been the deluxe version for you, you looked exquisite my
Darling."
I said to her breathlessly and between wonderful after shocks, "Oh my
god, yes, that was so hot, never so long, never so intense. I'm still
getting mini 'Os'. You are wonderful and I do love you, please forgive me
for what I did to you?"
"I have Darling, but I shall have to think of a suitable punishment for
you, but first let's drink this coffee Ingrid left for us? Can you manage
to hold it, you're still convulsing. Don't tell me you haven't finished?"
"I can manage and yes I'm still getting little orgasms. It's fantastic,
totally hot," I was able to get out. grinned and watched lovingly
as I slowly came down. Her eyes were wonderful and I loved her watching me
experience the last of my magnificent climax.
We rolled onto our sides facing each other, looking into each other's
eyes, blatantly looking at each other's bodies and sipped the strong, black
espresso coffee. I had temporally forgotten about Ingrid.
"Where did Ingrid go?" I asked.
"I think she was cross with you. She dressed and left a little while
ago. I know her, and watching us would turn her on. My guess is she's
gone to the coffee shop or the local tavern."
"Will she be okay?"
"Yes, sure!"
"She did look at me as if I was doing something really bad.'
"You did, sweet Alessia, you did!"
"But I . . . "
"Yes, I forgave you because you meant me no harm and I put you under
allot of stress. Let's finish this coffee, shower and go watch one of my
video collection in bed?"
I looked at Angelina's slim, lithe body sprawled out lazily before me,
still naked, still perfect even I her hair was tousled everywhere. Goose
bumps prickled up my back and it was then that I noticed my nipples were
still sore, still sensitised, and at hearing her words, I found it hard to
believe, they stiffened once more as I became arouse yet again.
To be continued.
Alessia Gerini Copyright (c) 2001 Comments, brickbats, esp. praise and
suggestions to Alessia@37.com
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