To read the earlier and other stories click here and enjoy.
This is fantasy, a fiction, none of the characters exist nor ever existed so the things they do/did were only in my demented mind. The story has explicit sexual content so if you shouldn't or don't like reading about sex then use your brains and don't read it.
Any comments are appreciated by by clicking here good, bad, whatever; I read and reply to them all.
Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 15
By Alessia Gerini (c) 2002, edited, with my gratitude, by PeeJ.
My Initiation:
Sub title: We eat and drink with each other, and eat and drink each other.
{FF, FdomF, exhib, rom, D/s, oral, voy}
We had come from our window-shopping at ”Hot Pink” to catch one of the free buses near the railway station. As they circle through the city, any one of these buses would be able to drop us off directly at the ferry terminal where the restaurants are, at least where we had booked a large round banqueting table, one that overlooked Perth Water. From it the view across to South Perth's lights is quite spectacular. It is a really romantic place where the lights shimmered prettily across the water.
All nine of us stood there chatting excitedly, every one of the group dressed to kill. A few other people joined us as we waited. Only a couple of minutes later a bus came and we all stepped on; some of us sat, but I missed out on a seat so I chose to stand by the window on the footpath side where there is room for wheelchairs or cycles. Four of the other club members joined me including Ingrid, my newly acquired mistress.
The little bus took off smoothly taking us to the ferry terminal. My sexy Mistress Ingrid slipped her fingers into the bottom of the vee of my dress's cleavage, her knuckles brushing against my tummy. She tickled my belly button; it felt really nice and despite a suspicion of things that she might do, I enjoyed her touch. The bus stopped for passengers at the city centre.
There were people everywhere, getting off, getting on and walking past. Fingers suddenly shot up to my nipple and pulled the dress open to fully expose my bare boob. A flick on my nipple sent it hard in a flash. I was soon aware of eyes on the footpath ogling me. The sudden pleasurable flick made me gasp then the realisation of what Ingrid had done turned my stomach and I felt the blood rush to my face. My humiliation was acute and I was aware of the growing number of people leering at me, scorching lustfully over my exposed body. I tried to turn away but Ingrid held me there by my dress.
The heat of the blush kept going down all the way to my throbbing pussy. I felt my womanly juices forming, getting the moistness starting yet again. The bus doors closed with a hiss and Ingrid let go of my dress. She said nothing but looked at my face; into my eyes her face beamed at me in pleasure. Mercifully it fell back into place, but my pussy tingles kept going. My heartbeat slowed a little. So this is what I would have to expect from Ingrid as her slave.
At the next stop I was nervously waiting in expectation of something, anything to happen. Many passengers alighted and as they did Ingrid's hand cupped my soaked pussy. I jumped, startled at the touch. Ingrid slipped a finger deep into me followed by her thumb on my hood, pressing it back to expose my clit. I could feel the cool draft on me, stimulating me, arousing me. My pussy lips rapidly puffed up with the stimulus being gorgeously inflicted upon them. I knew my eyes were watering a little and I looked into Ingrid's eyes pleading for her to stop, even though I loved her touch.
We were facing the window but turned towards each other. I was unsure if anyone could see her hand, but nevertheless, I could not believe she was doing this to me in public. A second finger entered deeply to join the first, quickly finding my G-spot. My Mistress knew me so well, knew what aroused me and did so using her wiles. My body betrayed me again and my womanly honey quickly coated her hand. Stimulated by her thumb, my swollen clitoris became burning hot at it oozed my love juices. It felt fantastic. My minx of a Mistress, though I would not call her that to her face, was rapidly bringing me to an orgasmic treat standing there in the bus surrounded by people.
My muscles started to tighten and my breathing became uneven and in shortened pants. My head swirled in the joy of the oncoming rush to orgasm. My juicy muscular walls contracted onto her fingers. Then she whispered to me, "You do not have my permission to orgasm, my slave, just enjoy the ride."
She stopped thumbing my hood and clit, and slowed her in-and-out finger movements just when I wanted her to speed up. Ingrid was teasing me without mercy.
Oh, my god, my boobs ached as my pussy glowed and throbbed. I knew I must control myself. I admit that riding the wave of lust that was nearly, but not quite, taking me to sexual ecstasy was difficult, but breathtaking. I knew it would have its rewards in the end: all I had to do was agonise and wait. In the meanwhile I lusted after my tormentor. My body tingled, burned and pulsated in a wonderfully erotic state that would prolong and intensify the eventual release I longed for.
As we alighted, a ferry load of people landed and stood back to watch us. Nine women from sixteen to thirty-nine in sexy outfits led by Ingrid and me strolled past. I felt their eyes burning into me, eating at my very existence. Ingrid pulled on the light chain attached to my collar. Plainly I was under her control. I blushed the full length of my body. I was on fire; hot coals smoldered in the pit of my belly. I felt blistering eyes drinking in my body from everywhere, completing my humiliation.
I was aware that when getting off the bus I must have exposed my boobs, I had felt them bounce, and perhaps my newly-shaven pussy. More blood rushed to my nipples and sopping labia as both dread and excitement built within me. I was distinctly wet and knew I was dribbling down my thighs once again. My brain virtually stopped registering much except the sensations of my body's betrayal and people humiliatingly eyeballing me.
We entered the restaurant and Ingrid had me sit next to her where she could reach me. She told me to go to the ladies room and wipe myself clean. When I found a cubical I was horrified to see how far I had oozed down my thighs. My womanly honey was fresh and piquant on the nose but not unpleasant. I was wet through to my stocking's elastic tops and then more. Luckily I remembered I was not allowed to come or I would have masturbated right then. I was feeling very hot.
At the washbasin make-up area I got a good look at myself in the mirror, I was hardly surprised to see a flushed, but very horny looking me. When I came out Ingrid had kept a seat at the table for me where, of course, I sat. If I turned my knees towards her where she could easily reach me. The other way they would be facing into the depths of the dining area over towards the cocktail bar and the mirror behind it. I glimpsed into that mirror; my hair looked fabulous under the soft lights in the restaurant - the auburn tint admirably suited my light-olive skin and my greenish-hazel eyes. And my boobs looked great in the amber dimmed lights. It gave me a gorgeous sun-tanned look.
Our entree and main course order was taken. Anne had seated herself immediately across the table from us. Her young friend seemed at home in the restaurant, indeed, quite sophisticated. We were introduced to her: her name was Adele. She said she was nineteen, but we were nineteen and we had our doubts. Anyway, she was a cute chick with black wavy hair, sexy brown eyes, a slim five feet six inches with little plump butt cheeks. Her breasts, well, we had all seen those firm beauties not so long ago.
She couldn't take her eyes off Ingrid or me (or should I say my boobs) and that was flattering I guess - it did make me feel special. I suppose I wasn't surprised, but her staring was a bit embarrassing. But, hell, it gave me somebody to flirt with. With thirty-six Ds, no bra and my cleavage to the waist I gave her plenty to see. The reaction of people who had seen me but who I had not seen was the talk at the table. Some of their stories made me feel positively hotter.
Ingrid whispered to me to swivel my knees towards her and put my leg, the one facing outwards towards the bar, up on the cross piece under the table. Then the little minx began stroking the skin on my thigh, above my stocking, tantalisingly close to my blood-filled labia. But, of course, I had expected something like that and thoroughly enjoyed the eroticism, but the slight twist had my breast dangerously close to total exposure. Close by, patrons were looking at us, especially me. I was definitely feeling the intense scrutiny so I was deliberate in giving them and myself thrills by letting my thick and hard nipples peek out occasionally.
Adele said to me, "You are amazing, like awesome."
"How come?" I teased her, wanting her to be explicit.
"Gee, I dunno. You've got a great bod' and you are flashing it like I don't believe. I would be, like, way too embarrassed."
"What makes you think I'm not embarrassed?"
" 'Cause you don't cover up. Like, you don't care if people stare at you."
"What if I told you I do feel very embarrassed, but do it anyway?"
Anne and Ingrid grinned.
"I'd think, like, you're loopy. But you aren't a nut case. You're the hottest chick I've ever met."
"Well thanks babe, but what about Anne, she's hot. I saw you two snogging outside the shop. So?"
Adele looked at Anne turning bright red and said, "Sorry honey, she's right, you're gorgeous, like, you make me way horny too."
Anne replied with a smile, "I can't blame you, Sweetie. Ingrid and Alessia make a hot couple, no doubt about it."
I said to Adele, "So, you're lesbian are you?"
"No, I'm not, why would you think that?" she retorted defensively.
"I was only asking and it's not a crime you know," I said, laughing softly. I let it drop to let it sink in: typically in denial. She might be bi. I continued, "and you were snogging with Anne, right?"
"Well, do you think that maybe I'm a lesbo?"
"So, who cares?"
"Er . . . shit, like, are you guys lesbians?"
"Maybe."
"C'mon tell me?"
"What do you think?"
"I, like, think maybe you are."
"Would it bother you if we are?"
"Shit, I don't know. Probably."
"Why?" I said.
"Like, 'coz I don't hang out with queers."
"You don't, hey?" I laughed. "Okay, Adele babe, I'm taking the piss outta you. But you are cute."
Anne piped up, "Oh, Alessia leave the girl alone . . . she's cool." I suspected she didn't want me to spoil her plans for the night.
"Yeah!" Ingrid backed up Anne.
Adele smiled at Ingrid and Anne, "Thanks guys."
"I think you're okay too." I said, smiling warmly at her. "I'm sorry, do you forgive me?"
"Yeah, okay!" chirps our naive newbie, giving me an odd but friendly look.
Our drinks came and the waiter couldn't look me in the eye - anywhere else, no problem! Angelina proposed a toast to me that embarrassed me more than the people staring at me. Though I loved her for it and she said it so all the assembled members would understand, and at worst puzzle anybody not on the inside. I was well and truly welcomed into the club and as a prized member for her family. That, of course, was a reference to Ingrid and I as Mistress and slave.
Ingrid toasted me into the fold as a valued member of her home. I toasted them all for making my entry a most pleasant experience and mentioned that I appreciated their assistance in making it so memorable, and that I hoped I would continue to come often. I emphasised 'come' and the girls all laughed except Adele who looked a bit puzzled.
I thought about how many times I'd come over the last eleven days. I had no hope of counting them all. I also knew that I still had tonight to get through. I didn't want it to stop. Ingrid fingers still stroked me, sensitising that thigh, but more of her fingers were so close to my labia that I could just feel her brush me occasionally. I was steamy hot and very wet yet again.
Our entree came and was devoured. It had been a long time since our brunch earlier that day. I was as hungry as I was horny. The others, it seems, were all hungry too as the conversation died down to the occasional sporadic word or two, mostly in appreciation of the food or the wine. When we had all finished our entree Ingrid asked me to dance. I couldn't refuse her so I followed her to the small dance floor. Anne and Adele, Angelina and Ava, Abby and Jessie followed us: in fact, they all came in the end.
It must have been obvious that we were lesbian as we all held each other closely during the slower numbers and that seemed to be most of them. I was interested to see how Adele behaved, but she followed our lead and cuddled into Anne as Anne kissed her neck and held her butt tight.
Ingrid snogged into my boobs and I enjoyed her cheek touching my chest. Especially when I felt her hot breath flowing over my nipples and the swell of my breasts. I smelt her hair and perfume and could feel her firm thighs against mine. I felt deeply in love with her and I made no secret of it, melting into her. Holding her small but firm frame to me, enjoying her arms and hands on my much bigger body. She squeezed my butt cheeks and kneaded it. She ran her knuckles up and down my spine. Ensured my boobs were squeezed against her and that meant close to her face and against her chin. From that close she blew on my nipples whenever she could. She did so much to keep me aroused that I knew I was oozing again. The heat we generated was magnificent and wherever we touched was hot, but so soft.
When our meal came we ate slowly talking of the week's activities and Angelina reminded us of the initiation lined up for us for the following weekend. She would cook up some scenarios for us to mull over during the week, but Angelina would have the final say. Judging by what we had done this weekend it should be really outstanding. We had more wine with our desert and coffee. By ten forty-five or so we were ready to leave. None of our chatting had stopped Ingrid from touching the bare part of my thing occasionally softly brushing my pussy lips. She even held my dress near the waist so when I turned I inadvertently exposed myself. I was finding it thrilled me sending shivers of delight to my head and pussy. She had kept me outrageously horny.
Also, by then we were getting a little boisterous, boozy and horny; I was getting a little careless with my knees and I was deliberately exposing my boobs even more. Adele was tantalised clearly aroused and that alone was a great turn on for me, and also the patrons, and especially that horny waiter. Well, there weren't many patrons left by then, although it would get busy after the theatres finished. I knew Ingrid was feeling naughty . . . her demeanour was now very sensuous.
During our coffee she had slowly pushed her finger way into me several times. And from her that always turns me into an oozing, sexy mess. She was taking it out all covered with my womanly honey and sucking it off her fingers staring lustfully into my eyes, and then to return them back into me for more. My juices were flowing quite freely now and wetting my butt crack and even running down to my stocking tops. I was so aroused I was shaking at the knees and had real trouble keeping my knees together.
Ingrid said to me, "You are wet, aren't you?"
"Um . . . yes, of course I am, Darling Mistress. You've been driving me wild using me as your honey pot. And all the sexy things I've done these last days have affected me that way. My pussy flows so willingly now and you're not helping at all. Is it a problem for you?"
"Shit, no! I love you with a wet cunt. By the way, slaves have 'cunts' - you no longer have a vagina or a pussy, or whatever - it's a cunt. Okay?"
"Um . . . yeah, okay, Mistress."
"I can see your come flowing."
I turned bright red. My face was ablaze with the heat of my blush.
"Hell, how long ago did you notice?"
"When you got up to dance."
"Oh, my god! Ingrid why didn't you say something?" I could feel the blood rush to the rest of me. I was so humiliated. She had bloody well known for ages.
"I wanted you like that, it's why I stimulated you, masturbated you."
I whispered, "Fuck," and saw her grinning at me. I was so ashamed.
"How did you know?" I enquired in a hushed tone still reddening.
"I saw the lights behind the bar shimmering on your thighs."
"Oh no!" I blushed throughout my body, feeling my stickiness oozing further down with the flow increasing. My heart rate rose as my arousal quickened along with the flow from my pussy. Then Ingrid quietly said, "Do you want to fulfil your initial wildest fantasy: to make love in public?"
"Of course. When?"
"Well, soon, within ten minutes or so."
"Oh, god, Ingrid Darling, with you, oh yes, anytime, anywhere!"
"Yes, great! I thought you might. I've an idea."
"Well?"
"Up on the landing of the bell tower - we get naked - you go down on me, eat me alive till I come all over your gorgeous face - and come again over you. Then we kiss and wave to everyone below. Well, what do you think?"
"Now?"
"Yes, come on."
"Oh, yes! I will do it, I will." I said shaking shit scared, but I wanting to do it. For me it was like the first skydive anyone makes - you're scared shitless but excited. Well, that's how I felt.
"Well, if you want to do me, let's go for it, My Alessia."
She grabbed my hand dragging me after her out of the restaurant, across the road and up the path towards the tower. The platform is actually a lookout from the public access to the bell tower and it is about seven metres up a flight of stairs. In fact, there are several lookout levels, but the lowest is twenty or so feet up. It overlooks the restaurant and two or three ferry terminals.
Angelina guessed we might be up to this and the other girls followed. Ingrid and I were well on our way up the stairs when the others arrived at the bottom. They stayed down in case we needed the stairs to be blocked for a while from over-eager onlookers.
My hair had been styled back off my face, but Ingrid freed her own then loosened mine.
"There, that looks softer and sexier."
She urged me to strip, but did not order me to do so.
"Okay, here I go."
I looked down to see few people there and none were looking - yet. I rolled my stockings off and Ingrid followed my lead. That is what set me off on my erotic roller-coaster ride once again.
I unzipped the back of my dress, leaving it held up by just a single hook and eye and only a shrug of my shoulders away from total nudity. Some of the girls came around to watch. I felt the humiliation and the thrill, my thighs covered in my sticky woman's liqueur that flowed uncontrollably from my pussy. The shimmer reflecting off my juice-covered legs from the spotlights that illuminated the tower humiliated me even more. The churning of my stomach was unbelievable, I felt sick but overjoyed in an erotic lust.
Ingrid by now had her top and bra off and was slipping out of her skirt. My glazed eyes watched her craving in a burning lust for her. Her beautiful body before my eyes once again. It seemed that each time I saw her naked she appeared sexier, even more delectable.
"Now, I'll be stark naked in a second; god I don't believe we are doing this."
I shrugged my shoulders as I reached behind, undoing the hook and eye. My dress fell and I caught it and stepped out of it. I hung it over a seat on the platform. I stood facing the girls at the bottom. A second or two later Ingrid was beside me, her skin touching on mine. Oh my god, such bliss but the circumstances were almost overwhelming me.
"WOW! Unbelievable . . . I am so damned horny."
"Me too!"
Her nipples, like mine, were throbbing knobs. I was sopping wet and thinking about what I was about to do. I was sexually aroused beyond anything I could remember. Far more than in the restaurant and I was hardly docile there.
Ingrid, on the other hand, looked amazingly cool as she slipped off her panties, presenting to me her tiny clipped triangle of fine blonde pubes on her mound - she was clean-shaven everywhere else. Looks, however, it seemed, were, in this case, deceiving: her panties were sporting a very damp patch. I smiled inwardly admiring her courage as she had volunteered for this although she was also awesomely aroused. The girls at the bottom clapped us we leered over the balcony at them.
"Okay, me first." I was dribbling, "Oh shit, Ingrid."
"Go on, My Alessia, go down on your knees."
"Yes okay, whatever happens remember I love you." I said to my lover and mistress, and lowered myself down on my knees where my face was level with her upper chest.
"I love you too." She learned over and kissed me hard and, taking my hair in her fingers, she eventually pushed my face onto her breasts and swivelled herself from side to side over my cheeks, lips and tongue. In my mind, I wondered just what the small audience was thinking, but my humiliation diminished as my Ingrid continued to mash her beautiful, firm, but satin-smooth breasts into my mouth.
She controlled my feasting on her, suckling her into my mouth, between my teeth, biting her hard knobs and kneading her butt with my hands. Then, after several minutes, she pushed my face further down over her belly as my lips and tongue tasted more of her skin. I smelt her womanly perfume rising from the heat coming from her juicy pussy area. There was now nothing soft or gentle about this, we lusted after each other and we loved with gusto, almost in frenzy.
Finally, she pressed my face onto her mound and ground my lips and tongue all over it. Then, as if she had finished teasing me, or maybe it was herself she was teasing, she mashed my face into her sopping pussy. Her taste hit my tongue as delicious and juicy as a mango. I was I heaven and determined my Mistress Ingrid should join me. I had dropped and thrown my head back, and with her straddling my face, the area around my mouth was covered by her or her mango-flavoured womanly charm. I French-kissed her reddened puffed lips, I sucked hard, I worked my teeth, tongue and lips to suck her to that special heaven from which resurrection is certain and sweet.
Her breathing had gone wild. She gasped and moaned softly into the zephyr coming off the river, and I caught a glimpse of her face as her head rolled backwards on her shoulders. I managed another glimpse of her delightful face as I took in a breath of air. I saw her eyes glaze over, I felt her muscles contracting; her orgasm was nearly upon her. My efforts now were concentrated on her hood and clitoris, but giving her muscled walls a good quick lick and suck every ten seconds or so.
My dream had come true and with my Ingrid. I felt so lucky. I drank and sucked hard, gripping her cheeky butt firmly. Her womanly honey had been flowing freely, but in her explosive ecstasy - and it was euphoric - she drowned my face in her tasty, aromatic juices. I had tasted her knowing that it was I, her slave that had imparted such an intense degree of pleasure to her, my Mistress Ingrid. I was so delighted, my right hand slipped to my cunt to tease out my own clit.
A small group below cheered, as did the others from the club and a few more. I saw Anne and Adele snogging in a wild passionate embrace: Adele even had her hand on Anne's breast. But my attention was quickly dawn back to my lover by her moans of delight. Ingrid and I had almost forgotten where we were. I held her wobbly legs still then I stood holding her, whispering softly in her ear, "Love you," she smiled as she regained some composure.
Then, she standing at five-feet-two, as against my five-foot-eight, kissed her own juices from my chin, and then as I stooped to kiss her mouth, she ravaged my tits. She nibbled, sucked, bit and kneaded them ruthlessly knowing that I could orgasm from that treatment alone. They were sore and sensitised as she slid down my body and kissed, licked, sucked and bit me into delirium.
She then moved to my now dribbling cunt. Her small lithe body allowed her to avoid touching my clit, but instead took my left, outer, swollen labia, sucking it in slowly and sliding it through her wet lips, tonguing just that one side as far to the rear as possible. She nibbled my labia as it passed by her teeth. Then she took me through the same exquisite process down the other side. My cunt was on fire and my flow of nectar had run right down my legs; she did this several times; I lost count how many. I didn't care as my clit throbbed so hard it hurt, but I was way past my point of no return.
All I wanted was the final release I had felt building in me for some little while. Now it was my turn to release myself, put myself under her control, and with her permission I let my head go and become enraptured by it all. Ingrid sensed this in me and she gripped my hood hard and took my throbbing bean and sucked it between her teeth. I felt her teeth scrape down my protruded clit biting harder as she went; then my back spasmed and I was over the edge into wonderland. Fireworks went off in my brain . . . it was a fantastic display of unreal bodily sensations . . . I was so close then Ingrid had me over on the 'other side'.
I seem to remember a roar from below. My head spun as the wave of my orgasm took hold. It was wonderful, absolutely the best. The mob below cheered and clapped like crazy. The spectators exhilarated us both, but it was our powerful bond that drove us to such heights. Not long after our bodies became bound together by our minds and the exhibitionist part of my arousal, forgotten. I think Ingrid felt the same.
My legs were overwhelmed; I collapsed into her awaiting arms. I opened my eyes to see my Ingrid smiling at me. All was well with the world, our world anyway. Mistress said, with a wry grin on her face, "We did it and it was wild and magnificent. You're gorgeous my slave, my love."
We arose clinging to each other my shaking legs not yet stable. The physical effort of standing over somebody being eaten is quite something and for me it sucks my energy somehow adding to the occasion. And I had just experienced the ultimate in my entire life. I was exhilarated and exhausted but jubilant beyond my expectations.
Ingrid nudged me and pointed to Adele suckling a bare-topped Anne surrounded by the group. As far as I could tell Adele was also naked to the waist. Mistress Ingrid and I turned to each other and in a loving embrace, pressed our naked, sweating bodies together and kissed for what seemed like forever. I tasted a mix of both of us on her lips and face, superb. When we looked down again a ferry had pulled up at the jetty and almost all the passengers were either pointing or looking at us. We just hugged each other and waved to them as our come trickled down our legs and merged. We were as one.
We picked up our clothes and threw them down to our friends below; then arm in arm we kissed and hugged each other all the way down the stairs and into the loving arms of our fellow club members. They all fondled me to their hearts desire including, I was amused to notice, Adele. I came again and again. It all ended by Ingrid claiming me and standing over me once again. Such bliss!
I shall never forget that, never!
END OF BOOK ONE OF FANTASY FULFILMENT
By Alessia Gerini (c) 2002
Comments: yes please! Address to Alessia - Click here
