Her Gorgeous Smile

By Ellen Sara

"Her Gorgeous Smile" is a book consisting of sweet, mischievous, and amusing short stories of love that explore the complexities of human emotions. The book is designed to provide an escape from the monotony of everyday life and allow readers to indulge in their passionate fantasies. The stories are perfect for those who want to better understand the dark corners of their minds, as they delve into the depths of desire and explore the intricacies of love. If you enjoy reading romantic fiction and want to be captivated by sweet, mischievous, and amusing tales of love, "Her Gorgeous Smile" is the perfect book for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louis Patrick
• Release date: May 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223676409

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Table of Contents

Story 1

Story 2

Story 3

Story 4

Story 5

Story 6

Story 7

Story 8

Story 9

Story 10

Story 11

Story 12

Story 13

Story 14

Story 15

Story 16

Story 17

Story 18

Her Gorgeous Smile

Author: Ellen Sara

Story 1

I had already read a lot about her and also looked at some photos, but when I saw her floating to the lectern for the first time at a conference, so feminine, graceful, clever and beautiful, I fell in love with her on the spot.

She was considered an authority in my discipline, one of maybe five leading scientists of all genders who dominated current research worldwide. For that reason alone, I looked at her in awe as she presented her latest results.

However, there were far more weighty reasons for me to gaze spellbound ahead, because in her slightly too short skirt, her freaky ankle boots and a height of perhaps only 165 cm, she looked downright adorable, not to say appetizing out of. Her light blouse seemed to hide a rather small cup size that didn't require a bra, because her nipples were clearly visible under the thin fabric. I loved more delicate female breasts. And maybe that's why my beloved had remained a decidedly girlish appearance despite her 35 years.

In the course of her lecture, it became increasingly difficult for me to follow her explanations, because mentally I had long been attached to her lips, her cheeky nipples and the nylon stockings that rubbed between her thighs. That's where I wanted to be right now. I imagined me pushing her onto her bed in her hotel room, laying down next to her and kissing her. I slowly ran a hand up between her thighs until it reached the top of her nylons. Inch by inch it went on over her tender flesh. Finally I felt her panties, lifted them skillfully, moved further to her long soaking wet cunt, dived into her and began to finger her intensely. She experienced climax after climax while our lips touched and we looked deeply into each other's eyes.

It almost seemed to me that she had noticed my increasing inattentiveness, because she looked over at me quite often. Sometimes she even seemed to smile furtively.

When the event ended around 10 p.m., I took heart and spoke to her. At this point, she was standing at her meeting place and was just packing her electronic devices and other accessories into her travel bag. As a pretext for the conversation, I chose a complicated derivation in one of her best-known works, which I had not even begun to understand despite reading it several times. And so I asked her if she could perhaps help me over the crucial hurdle that I hadn't been able to take on my own until now. I hadn't quite finished formulating my request when she shook my hand and offered me the 'Du'.

Katrin, and you? Her smile was absolutely gorgeous, especially since she had to look up at me. Only now did I realize how small she actually was compared to my 192 cm.

Leon. That was all I could say in my initial astonishment. Her red mouth had done it to me. I wanted to lean down and kiss her on the spot.

"Well Leon, what semester are you in? You seem quite young, that's why I'm asking.'

Oh yes, sorry, I'm 21 and in my fourth semester. Perhaps my question is not appropriate to such an important researcher as you. If you think I should finish my studies before I raise such a request with someone like you, I could understand.

But I don't, she replied with an ironic smile. 'No Leon, that would be a very foolish argument. But of course it could be that you are currently still missing some basics to understand my answer at all. I'll make you a suggestion. My bag with the technical devices is always very heavy for me. Maybe you can take them from me while we head towards my hotel together. It is very easy to get to on foot. And on the way there I try to find out what you already know and what you don't, and what I still have to explain to you depending on the situation. Would that be an idea?'

That's a great idea, I replied, chest swelling with inward pride. Her smile, her mouth and her eyes had completely enchanted me. Intelligence and cleverness in women have always been the most powerful aphrodisiac of all to me.

On the way to the hotel we could not clarify all aspects of my question. As soon as she arrived in her room, she asked me to sit down at her small work table to finish the remaining open points. However, she told me, she would first have to have a short phone call with her husband, which she did every evening at the same time.

Relaxed and relaxed, she threw herself on the bed and pressed a cell phone button pre-set with his phone number. What I heard over the next few minutes almost took my breath away, even though she herself remained completely relaxed. And what I got to see irritated and excited me even more, because between her slightly spread legs she presented me her shaved plums in an almost provocative openness, over which there were no protective panties.

I listened in fascination to her angelic voice as she whispered her words into the phone, if only to appease her husband.

No darling, I didn't cheat on you. Neither last night nor today. You can trust me.

His reply was obviously sharp and stern. She remained as gentle and loving as ever.

'No darling, you haven't had a climax stolen from you. I never once touched myself the whole time. Not even with the shower head. And my vibrators are all still where you always keep them. I'm sure you've already looked it up, haven't you?"

I could hear him laughing out loud from the far corner of her room, then there was a popping sound. She looked over at me with a slightly worried look.

'Trust me darling, you don't have to get that whip out again right away. Honestly not. But don't you think I should have deserved a little treat this time because I was so incredibly nice and good the whole time? You know what I mean."

I heard him laugh out loud again. This was followed by a torrent of harsh words that seemed to be carried by mockery.

Honey, it wouldn't be a stolen climax. I'd do it right here on the phone, one hand on the phone, the other on my pussy, and you'd hear it all at full volume. pleeeeeeeeeeeeeee I almost don't know where to go with my lust without you. Don't make it any harder for me than it already is. Yes?

With her last words, which she practically breathed into the phone, she formed her lips into such a wonderful O that I was about to lunge at her and kiss her uninhibitedly . Reverently and gently smiling, she followed his words.

You agree? Yes? Thanks, dear! Okay darling, I'll get undressed real quick and I'll call you ready to go in a few minutes. See you soon. Kiss!

As soon as she hung up the phone, she began to strip off the rest of her clothes provocatively and in the style of a professional striptease dancer. She seemed to take the greatest pleasure in undressing shamelessly in front of me. Finally, after her skirt and stockings had fallen, she came up to me completely naked, sat on my thighs and wrapped her arms around my neck.

Leon, I have a task for you, and completion of it would be a prerequisite for further answering your scientific question. But I'm pretty sure you 'll solve them to my complete satisfaction, just like you looked at me earlier during my lecture.

Did I? I asked in feigned astonishment.

She provocatively dabbed the tip of my nose with her index finger. "Of course you did. You think a woman doesn't notice that? But it doesn't matter, basically it's very simple. I promised my husband earlier that I would do it myself on the phone and cum loudly in front of him. But I want you to do it for me. You sit down next to me on the bed, and while I'm on the phone with him, you finger and lick me to a climax. Take your time, because I really like it when I'm brought to a climax very slowly, but all the more intensely. However, you would have to be absolutely still at all times. I can't cough at all and I can't speak anyway, otherwise my husband will notice. But otherwise you can touch me anywhere, even more firmly if you want. And you can play with my buds, which you've been staring at as if spellbound all evening. Do it the way you like it best.«

She gave me a sweet kiss on the mouth. Are you okay with that?

I kissed back passionately. »Katrin, of course I agree. But maybe you can pinch my upper arm every now and then just to make sure I'm not dreaming."

She smiled sweetly and kissed me on the mouth. Okay, let's get started then. And please be kind to your lady, who is now putting herself entirely in your hands.

Excited, she threw herself on the bed and spread her legs. While I worked with several fingers and my tongue on her soaking wet cunt, she let her neck relax on the pillow and dialed her husband's number.

*****

When she came groaning loudly and finally completely satisfied, she closed her cell phone exhausted, drew her legs up and curled up on her side like a small child. She put one arm protectively over her breasts, the other hand in her crotch.

'Phew, maybe I'm tired and broken now. Leon, please come a little closer to me.«

She gave the impression that she didn't even have the strength to stand up on her own. When I was close enough to her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her.

All respect, Leon, you really know how to make a lady happy. But please let me sleep now. Can we also discuss your questions via email? You see how sleepy I am already.

"Yes gladly. However, I would like to have my spa first.«

Now don't be silly, Leon. She looked at me questioningly. And what do you mean by that anyway?

It's very simple, Katrin, I'd like to fuck you before you go to sleep.

Outraged, she sat up and put her fists on her hips, shamelessly showing me her sweet little tits. I couldn't help but grab her cheeky and still erect nipples and twirl them. The tightness of my trousers meanwhile made itself felt uncomfortably. It didn't take much for my already slightly sore cock to force its way through the zipper of my jeans.

Leon, you don't seriously think a freshman could fuck a major researcher like me like that?

A hint of irony passed her lovely lips.

»Of course I think so, Katrin. Any other assumption would be basically foolish."

Now she was smiling broadly. I can see: you learn quickly and don't give up easily. That impresses me. But what would you do if I screamed for help right now?

I laughed out loud for a moment.

"What for, Katrin? Because of an alleged rape? Seriously, how were you going to explain your current predicament to your worried husband. And how could I get into your room as a non hotel guest? And while we're at it, how would I know you have a small birthmark on the inside of your left thigh, just below your pussy? Maybe someday I should have a conversation with your husband - man to man - and calmly tell him how your phone sex today actually went. That should definitely interest him and probably his whip too. And what if I go through with it without your express consent? Do you want to fight back? With what? With your thin researcher arms, for which a normal notebook bag is said to be too heavy? Oh, just forget it. Besides, it's a long-established matter. After the number from before, there can be nothing else!«

She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, wide-eyed. I took advantage of the moment and got rid of my clothes in no time at all. My big cock, finally freed from all material constraints, showed itself jubilantly from its best side and immediately stood like one. The glans pulsated several times against my stomach. She formed her lips into a perfect 'O' in admiration and let out a small moan of excitement.

Okay Leon, I see you have some very strong arguments on your side. However, I am still exhausted and tired and really need to sleep. I think you'll know how to handle it.

With these words she gradually sank back into bed. She laid her neck gently on her pillow.

"Wait, you little researcher bitch, I'll show you. No sleep now,' was my thought as I spread her legs and rammed my cock deep into her abdomen. Her immediate reaction to this, however, was very different from what I expected. Instead of being deeply impressed by the strength of my powerful butt and moaning loudly and looking at me in awe, she closed her eyes. At the same time, her body seemed to lose all muscle tension. I could spread her legs, move her arms or raise and lower her head, there was no resistance to be felt. She let everything happen to her without any resistance. Basically, I was dealing with a Barbie doll that could be manipulated at will. Only her eyes moved quickly back and forth behind her closed lids. Apparently, she had slipped into a meditative state by some mean magic trick in a fraction of a second, just as I was penetrating her.

At first I was annoyed, because that was how she finally eluded me. But then I remembered her words again. She spoke of strong arguments - and yes, the very strongest was deep inside her right now - and that I knew how to deal with the situation. I decided to take her at her word and screw myself completely in the researcher I oh so much admired and coveted. I also told myself that if I fucked her long enough, sooner or later she would wake up from her meditative rapture, so we could fuck together for quite a while afterwards.

A wonderful feeling of power flowed through me. I was almost certain that I would count this moment among the highlights of my life. In my mind's eye I could already see myself in old age proudly telling my grandchildren about my night with Katrin. I also vowed to place her at the center of my memoirs, which I would eventually publish on the Amazon Kindle platform. Still doubting the reality of what I had experienced, I pinched my arm in disbelief. Beneath me lay the woman I also admired as a scientist, and she was completely at my mercy. I could do whatever I wanted with her. Her only function was to open up and be fucked and touched by me. Her softness and lack of tension encouraged me to grab her body particularly hard. If she got bruised from it, it would be between her and her husband, I told myself. I wanted to have my fun without having to worry about anything. The circumstances were favorable for it.

Her love cave was soft, wet and warm. It fit around my cock like a tight glove on my hand. It was a wonderful feeling to be able to move around in her so freely. I quickened my rhythm, thrusting into her harder and harder. A few times I could feel my glans touching her cervix.

Her breathing quickened as the fuck progressed. At the same time, her nipples stood up, which I stroked, twisted, clamped and tormented. She accepted everything unperturbed. I tried to prolong the fuck as much as I possibly could. Stay, you are so beautiful! flashed through my mind. But finally my climax could not be delayed any longer. I soon felt the intense shaking before I finally exploded and my sperm shot out of me in heavy bursts. Deep inside her, it bounced against the outer cervix, from where it would open up into her uterus or flow back into the vagina. A part of my juices was now in her. i was inside her

The whole situation excited me so much that I was able to continue without interruption. The stiffness of my cock didn't let up for a single moment.

As I was about to cum full force inside her for the third time, she suddenly awoke from her trance. She stared at me with wide, astonished eyes, but soon smiled to my reassurance and gave me a sweet kiss on the mouth.

I hope you had enough fun in me Leon. When I look at you like that, I would think yes. But now I have to ask you very much to let me stand up for a moment, because I really want to put something on paper that I dreamed about while we were together. Will you be so kind and let me go?

Who could seriously refuse such a sweet woman's wish?

She got to her feet in a flash, tucked a towel between her crotch, and then squatted at her worktable for a solid hour, filling page after page, almost every line made up of mathematical symbols and other hieroglyphs I couldn't understand. She seemed almost intoxicated.

When she was done, she came up to me, just as she was, and kissed me.

That was wonderful. Thanks, I think you helped me a lot earlier. I had no idea what she was talking about.

Suddenly she came back to my real concern.

But now to your problem. My husband can discuss physical topics even while he's fucking, do you think you could too?

With you for sure, I said, deliberately masculine and self-confident.

Happy and relaxed, she threw herself onto the bed.

»Great, that's what I enjoy most of all. Come on Leon, take me like you did before, when I've already slept a little, but this time we'll discuss your question, okay? At the same time, you may succeed in robbing my husband of one or the other climax. I know that's what you naughty men love to do." She looked up at me cheekily.

What? To rob other husbands of their wives' highlights?

Once again I played the clueless.

'Now don't be so innocent, Leon. You know perfectly well that it is so. Right?"

I kissed her tenderly on the mouth while my member, which had long since regained its full size, bored deep into her abdomen. A pleasant Oooh escaped her lips.

'True, but only for the really naughty wives. And do you know why?'

Interested, she looked deep into my eyes. No?

Well, you might be lucky enough to rob a good woman's husband of just one climax, but you might easily rob a physics slut's husband of a whole dozen in one night!

She gently wrapped her arms around my neck. Her tender gesture seemed like the express consent to be allowed to get everything from her that evening: a whole dozen and more.

*****

Barely twelve months later, I received a letter from her containing a preprint of a new publication, signed by her, for which she would even receive the Nobel Prize a decade later. In the margin she had handwritten:

»Dear Leon, thank you very much for your intellectual fertilization at the time, without which this important work would not have been possible. Basically, it was pure teamwork. If it were to be fair, you would have to be listed alongside me as an author. But you know what it's like in this world ... Greetings, your Katrin.«

End

Story 2

Maria and Ina nudged each other the wine glass.

»Thank you very much, Ina, I really never expected to be invited home by my boss. And thank you again for spontaneously offering me the job in your boutique five months ago. I'm still very happy.«

Maria was really overjoyed to have gotten what she considered to be an extremely attractive part-time job in Ina's trendy Berlin luxury boutique when she was almost twenty-one. When she began her studies at the University of Potsdam two years ago, she knew from the start that financing would not be easy. In the early days, she worked as a waitress and in various other jobs, whereby the rather unfavorable working hours often made her very difficult. But luck was on her side when one day she happened to get lost in Ina's »Goddess« boutique. Although she couldn't remotely afford the goods on offer, she expressed her enthusiasm for the items on display with such fervor that she immediately caught the interest of thirty-two-year-old shopkeeper Ina. In addition, Ina Maria liked everything else, including the clothes she wore. Her expert eye immediately recognized that almost everything was tailor-made. She didn't have to think long to ask her if she would have the time and would be interested in helping her out a little in the afternoon as a temporary worker and second saleswoman, which Maria immediately happily agreed to.

'Well Maria, I'm also very happy to have found you. Getting good staff is not easy. On the other hand, you immediately notice the enthusiasm and also the expertise for beautiful clothes. Also, you behave very responsibly. So far you haven't missed a single minute. And last, but not least: Even in terms of sales, you are now making a positive impact. Some very young customers, whom I might otherwise never have reached with my offer, come specifically because of you. I'm really pleased. I wanted to express this in today's invitation. But tell me, Ina, isn't your boyfriend mad that you're hanging out with your boss tonight instead of him?"

Maria laughed. »No, don't worry, that's not the case with us. Paul is studying in Munich, so we only see each other on the weekends anyway, which is always very hot then. Sometimes we can hardly get out of bed, mainly because of him. I would rather do something completely different, like going to the cinema or dancing.«

Don't you miss him now?

"Not really. Look, I really want to do my bachelor's degree next year. In the mornings I sit in the seminars, in the afternoons I work for you and in the evenings I cram or write some seminar papers. There would hardly be any time left for Paul anyway. At the moment it suits me very well that we can only see each other on the weekends.«

"How did you meet in the first place? You here in Berlin and he in Munich: pretty far apart, I think«, Ina asked.

"Oh, that was a really stupid coincidence. You know I'm a big fan of fancy clothes.«

"However. Today of all days I received the new collection from one of my main suppliers. I always have something like this sent to my home first so that I can look at it. If you feel like it, we can try everything on later.«

Honest? You're joking, aren't you?

No not at all.

Wow wow wow. Pure madness! I'm really looking forward. And where did you hide the parts?

»Now, slowly, first you tell me about your first meeting with your boyfriend. And we've only just opened the wine.'

"OK. But I'm still very excited. So it was like this: My girlfriend asked me last year shortly before carnival that a couple from Cologne was giving a huge party on Weiberfastnacht, where there was always something crazy going on, an absolute must-event, so to speak, and whether I would like to take part . Of course I wanted to, I really wanted to because it was compulsory to wear a costume. you know me

For days I racked my brains about what I could go there as. Then, when I happened to see Christina Aguilera again on Viva in her Moulin Rouge video – you know: ›gitche gitche ya ya, da da‹, ›Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?‹ and so on –, da it was immediately clear to me: that's exactly how I want to look!«

I think that's pretty daring for a party you've never been to.

"Oh, it was just a carnival party, and that too on Women's Carnival, where we women are in charge anyway. What was supposed to happen there? Also, I didn't think about it then, naive as I was at the time. Maybe it was a mistake.

By the way, my girlfriend appeared as a harem lady, not without one, right? Anyway, I spent days sewing my costume – you know me – and practicing make-up with my girlfriend. Yes, and that night I really did look almost exactly like Christina Aguilera in her video.«

"Excellent! And then all the men started buzzing around you, right? You danced with everyone a few times, but in the end Paul won the race. Was it like that?'

»Slow down, it all turned out very differently and, above all, much worse. At the entrance we were given a blindfold, which I was a little sad about at the beginning, because my girlfriend had really done a great job on my eyelids. But well. Over time I came to terms with the new situation, especially since you could flirt much better with a blindfold, really aggressive if you know what I mean.«

Ina smiled. I can just imagine it. So and then Paul suddenly appeared as a nobleman and offered a little money for a night with the pretty but unfortunately penniless Parisian dancer, which flattered the little one very much. Yes, and you've been a couple ever since.

No, Ina, it wasn't like that, not at all. It was much worse.

Worse?

Much worse! Because Paul had to save me.

Rescue? Of whom? From a monster? In front of the crowd who fell in love with your costume? Of suitors looking for a Paris whore?

'No, even worse. From a woman's claws."

Ina laughed out loud. Honey, you're trying to tease me, aren't you? Surely you don't want to tell me that you appeared as a Moulin Rouge girl at a carnival party where you had to let a man rescue you from a woman's clutches, and that too on Weibermasnacht? How does that work?

Ina had particularly emphasized the word »steal« in her remarks.

»Yes Ina, honestly! I do not lie! So it was like this: There was a woman walking around at the party that I had noticed throughout the evening. She was disguised as Zorro, that is, practically as a man. I thought she looked super hot in her costume and must have glanced over at her a few times as she did at me. We were very fond of each other's costumes, I suppose. As a man, I would have fallen in love with her instantly.«

So far there is neither danger nor rescue in sight, Ina remarked dryly.

"Come on, Ina, come on! Well, it was already shortly after midnight, I was just standing at the bar to have a new cocktail mixed for me, when I suddenly felt a small hand directly on my navel, and immediately afterwards a tender kiss on my left shoulder . A soft voice whispered in my ear: 'Now I've caught you after all, Süe. Are you going to surrender yourself, or do I have to use force first?' Lady Zorro was standing right behind me.

A chill ran down my spine. I felt myself stiffen inside. I wouldn't have been able to say anything anymore anyway, because my throat was constricted. I had absolutely not expected such an attack, at least not at the party.

But that didn't seem to bother her at all, because she continued undeterred. A quick reach under my skirt and her hand was right on my mons pubis."

»Where the protective panties just happened to be missing that evening ...«, Ina winked at her happily.

Maria blushed slightly. "How do you know that? Yes, how can I put it, I'm almost embarrassed, but when the night was going so damn well with the blindfolds and all the flirting, I eventually took off my panties in the bathroom and stuffed them in my purse.

During the subsequent dancing, my skirt kept shooting up. The guys standing around got to see almost everything for fractions of a second, which they then acknowledged with bawling and applause each time. It was still a really great feeling.«

»Apparently it wasn't just the boys who were impressed by your show. Did she at least keep her hand where it was?"

"Unfortunately no, that was the problem. She immediately plunged two fingers deep into my pussy. And when she immediately got soaking wet - it was totally stupid, because I didn't really want any of that, and yet my moisture flowed like I had never experienced it before - she also got down to my clitoris . And how can I tell you! She had the right idea! But just then Paul came and saved me.«

'By skilfully putting Zoro to flight. Let me guess: Paul was disguised as a cowboy with his gun smoking against them."

Maria laughed. Not quite, but something like that. He was disguised as a pirate and carried a saber and an old-fashioned pistol. And he held it to Ms. Zorro's temple, saying: 'You'll keep your hands off my girlfriend right now, or your last hour has come.' Funnily enough, she believed him and buzzed off immediately. It was women's carnival. After that I didn't see her again, although I looked for her a few more times.

Did you really want to see her again? Ina asked curiously.

No, absolutely not! Maria exclaimed indignantly.

Startled, she emptied her glass, which Ina immediately filled up. She gratefully took three more large swallows.

"What do you think of me? I'm not a lesbian! But somehow I was fascinated by her direct manner. I was also beguiled by the scent of her skin and her sweet, heavy perfume as she stood so directly behind me. Much sexier than men!

She also seemed to know very well the best way to touch a woman..."

No wonder, honey, she's a woman.

"I'm just saying. I don't want to make more out of it than it actually was. But if she had continued her attack for another minute, I would have come straight to the party in front of all the guests. If only I could imagine that! Most of the time I get very loud.

Anyway, I gave her more credit than any guy before. Even if Paul were to do something like that to me in public today—and after all, he's allowed to do quite a lot to me—he'd get smacked straight away. That's why I don't understand all this.«

Again Ina had to fill up Maria's glass, which became more and more nervous and embarrassed.

Ina looked at her thoughtfully. »But you still don't seem to have completely gotten over the experience. Do you still think about her sometimes?"

Maria took another hasty sip of red wine.

Ina leaned forward and grabbed her arm. "Sweetheart, slow down a little, otherwise our fashion show won't work out, because then you won't be able to walk straight, at best you'll stagger. You seem to have been pretty upset about it.«

Ina shouldn't have said that because Maria suddenly began to cry. Tears ran down her pretty face like a torrent. Ina leaned towards her and stroked her cheek.

'Sorry honey, I didn't know that. Let's change the subject, okay? And when you've calmed down a bit, I'll take care of your face. I can do make-up at least as well as your girlfriend. And then it's finally time to try them on. What do you think?"

Agreed. I'm sorry I lost my composure. Actually, that's not my style at all. But your red wine must have contributed a little, so that's not entirely my fault. Yes, let's talk about something else. How about you? Are you dating anyone at the moment?

Ina told her that she had even been married before. But when she accidentally discovered that her dear husband was also doing it with her best friend, they quickly divorced. And she also broke up with her best friend at the time.

Finally, she added that two years ago she fulfilled a lifelong dream with her boutique and since then she has hardly had any time for a real partnership anyway.

I have occasional affairs with men I meet at parties and invitations, but it never lasts, she continued her story. »As a rule, I even look specifically for husbands, because they won't get too close to me any time soon. Actually, if you will, I'm not much better than my best friend at the time."

But Ina, you can't compare that at all, protested Maria. "There's a world of difference between you being just any husband's affair and your best friend's husband's. So for me the two have absolutely nothing to do with each other.«

'Yes, I know, intellectually anyway. On the other hand, it's always women like me who make it possible for men to cheat and to find pleasure outside of marriage."

"Yes and? Leave them as long as they make you feel good, right?' Maria smiled at her.

'Yes, if at least they did. But whatever. Come on, we've talked enough. Let's get down to our actual business.«

She took Maria's hand and led her into an adjoining room that was strewn with clothes.

»As you can see, there are tons of new summer dresses, T-shirts, blouses, skirts, bathing suits and bikinis in your size and mine, as well as numerous accessories that we should all try on. And then we decide what goes into the program and what doesn't. But your face comes first. Let yourself be surprised! I'm sure you'll be very pleased with my arts."

Throughout the evening Ina and Maria tried on the clothes and accessories from the new collection while downing another bottle of the delicious Spanish red wine that Ina had received from a supplier for Christmas.

It was after ten o'clock when they finally got to the last category. Maria was just admiring herself as she stood in front of Ina's huge bedroom mirror in her extremely daringly cut anthracite-colored bikini, when Ina, meanwhile wrapped in a black evening dress, stalked her from behind and put a hand on her stomach.

Is that how she touched you?

She gently pushed Maria's long hair to the side and kissed her tenderly on the back of the neck.

Maria stopped dead in her tracks.

Within seconds she had the same feeling she had felt at Miss Zorro's carnival party. And again she could neither defend herself nor say anything about it. Her mouth seemed to be closed by an invisible hand.

You don't have to say or do anything. just let it happen to you You've been wanting it for a long time anyway, Ina whispered in her ear. And don't worry: you're not a lesbian until you want to be one.

Ina had long since opened her top and stripped it off her arms. Immediately afterwards her panties were on, for which Maria even politely lifted her feet so that Ina could take them off her gogo mules.

Maria's nipples rose sharply as she felt the supporting hands beneath her breasts. This made it particularly easy for Ina to grab Maria's buds and play artfully with them. She leaned forward slightly to kiss her lover's shoulders and take in the intoxicating scent of her sweet skin.

A soft moan escaped Maria's lips, because Ina's middle fingers gently and steadily circled the tips of her nipples. She could hardly bear her excitement herself, the feelings that Ina caused her were so intense. She would have liked to grab her crotch immediately to satisfy herself, but an inner magical power prevented her from doing so. She could feel single drops of her wetness running down the inside of her thighs.

For a moment, Maria believed that Ina could read her mind, because what she longed for, she now did in her place, and with such determination and expertise that she had no opportunity to question the correctness of what was happening happened to her to think.

On the one hand, she was a little outraged at the matter-of-factness with which Ina grabbed her. Inwardly, she told herself that she really shouldn't let this get away with her. But on the other hand, her whole body and especially her pussy seemed to have only one interest, namely letting Ina finish exactly what she was doing with her. It wasn't long before she was moaning uninhibitedly and getting louder and louder. She was about to find redemption in a brilliant climax when Ina took her hands and wordlessly led her into her living room, where she laid her back on her couch. She placed Maria's lower legs on the side leather armrest of the piece of furniture. Naturally, she spread her playmate's slightly raised legs to put her hand back exactly where it had been just a few minutes ago.

She gently nibbled on Maria's breasts. She gave her a first tender kiss and then another full of passion, which Maria only hesitantly returned at first, but finally she opened her lips without resistance to allow Ina's tongue to enter unhindered.

A few minutes later she was on her way to orgasm again. She carefully grabbed Ina's hand.

Don't you want to take off your evening dress first? I'm a little uncomfortable, I'm only in shoes and you're all dressed up.

Listen, Maria, I'm your boss, Ina laughed at her. And she wants to stay the way she is and just play with your body. Süe, I can see from your pleading eyes that you would like to be redeemed by me. But you have the choice: Either right now, or I'll just get you to the point. What do you want: Immediate climax and thus liberated, or would you rather suffer a little first?

Maria looked at her with wide, almost desperate eyes.

But you'll definitely save me afterwards, no matter what I decide, right?

Ina squeezed her lover's erect nipples so hard and unyielding that she began to moan in pain. With her tongue she pushed once more into her now willingly opening mouth.

I haven't decided on that yet, Sue, she answered firmly. Maybe yes, maybe no. That's your risk. What do you want?

While Maria was still thinking about it, Ina's hand had long since penetrated her playmate's pleasure center again. Previously, she had spread her legs quite a bit further. Helpless and helpless, Maria looked into Ina's eyes. Her moans got louder and louder. As she lay so naked, open and defenseless in front of the still elegantly dressed Ina, she suddenly felt completely free, unrestrained and without any shame. And then she said it:

"I would like to wait. And moan a lot. And suffer. Yes, please let me suffer!«

End

Story 3

My heart was pounding as I hesitantly made my way towards the entrance to his mansion.

Please please let him be - oh please don't let him be there. My mind was constantly swaying back and forth.

I had no choice. He just had to be there! I needed him now. My fiancé needed it!

Breathing deeply and sweating with excitement, I rang the doorbell of my former boss, Dr. Frank Lezard, a then nationally known and recognized brain surgeon and senior physician in what is probably the most renowned Boston trauma clinic. He was credited with saving the lives and maintaining the sanity of many people who would have given up other doctors due to serious injuries.

At that time I was a nurse on his ward and I would certainly have liked to remain so for many years, especially since the pay was good and the working atmosphere was pleasant, if he hadn't kept an eye on me at some point, as he did on most of my colleagues.

It started with a light slap on the buttocks, which I laughed over. But then followed the grips on my rather smaller breasts, the teasing to rude remarks, the strong arm around my shoulders, the fleeting hand in my crotch, the surprising kiss on the mouth, so that in the end everything became too much for me and I just myself still bothered. The scandal finally erupted when he suddenly pushed me into a small broom closet and tried to do my laundry, even though he knew that I had become engaged to my boyfriend a few weeks earlier.

I decided to report the incident to the clinic management, who immediately put their sex harassment officer in charge. What can I say: It didn't end well for Dr. Frank Lezard. Two other nurses testified