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Date: Wed,  6 Jun 2001 02:10:05 -0400
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	A Ride In The Country
	by Ann Douglas
    (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Two

	Claire continued to kiss and lick her
way down Vivian's body, leaving a trail of
building desire.  She dropped to her knees
and her face paralleled Vivian's sex.  A
treasure Vivian made more accessible as
she spread her legs wider, lifting one of
them and letting it come to rest on a
dressing chair.
	Totally consumed with the fires
raging within her, Claire wasted no time on
preliminaries.  She used both hands to
press apart the folds of Vivian's sex and
pressed her face between them.  Her
tongue eagerly partook of the sweet
nectar within as it moved in every
direction.  Thrusts that translated into
pleasing waves of joy across Vivian's body.
	Vivian held Claire's head tight
between her legs, calling out words of
encouragement as she rode the building
rapids forming within her.  Encouragement
that became more forceful as they went
on.
	She had known from the moment
she had met Claire yesterday that the
businesswoman had a submissive streak in
her and that she had to have her.  How she
knew was something Vivian could never
explain.  She only knew that she was rarely
wrong about such things.  That thought,
and the even more exciting one that the
game was only beginning, brought her to
the edge of orgasm.
	"Baise-moi, chienne,"  Vivian called
out as she felt the first waves of her
orgasm breaking within her, "Baise-moi
avec ta langue!"
	Vivian's body shuddered as she
enjoyed the results of Claire's labors.
A gift she shared with the woman on he
knees before her as the fruits of her
eruption gushed forth.  A bounty Claire
eagerly drank deep of, as it filled her
mouth and covered her face.  A feast she
had greatly missed during her long months
of abstinence.

	"That was very good, ma ch re,"
Vivian said as she finally released her hold
on the back of Claire's head.
	Even without Vivian's hands holding
her in place, Claire continued to lick her
prize for a short time more.  She wanted
to savor every precious drop.  Finally,
there was no more to enjoy.
	"Tu es d licieuse,"  Claire said as
she ran her tongue across her lips to clean
them as well.  "Did I please you, Madame
Saint-Abbott?" she added, hoping she was
showing the right measure of deference.
	"You pleased me greatly,"  Vivian
smiled as she indicated with her hand that
Claire should get back to her feet.  "I am
impressed."
	"Oh thank you,"  Claire replied with
all of the emotion she could put into those
simple three words.
	It was rare that she came across a
woman such as Vivian Saint-Abbott.  One
that could recognize within her the need
to be sexually dominated.  Few people, men
or women, could understand how she could
be a dynamic businesswoman, totally in
charge of her life, and still have a desire
to be treated in such a way.  Long ago,
Claire had decided that she had two
options in regard to her particularity.
	One course of action was to seek
professional help to find the cause of her
desires, something that could take years
or a lifetime.  Another option was to
simply accept that was who she was and
enjoy that aspect of her personality.  In
the long run, the latter seemed a more
viable solution.

	"Perhaps you might like to try those
little bracelets that you had found so
fascinating when I came in?"  Vivian
suggested as she stepped across the room
and lifted one of them in her hand.
	Claire's heart skipped a beat in
excitement.  When she had first come
across the fur-lined restraints, she had
imagined what it would be like to wear
them.  Like so many other things, it had
been a long time since she played with
such toys.
	"May I?"  she asked.
	"May I what?"  Vivian snapped back.
	"May I, Mistress?"  Claire
corrected herself, raising her level of
submission another notch.
	"Are you sure?"  Vivian asked,
	"Oh yes, Mistress,"  Claire said.
	"Very well,"  Vivian said as she undid
the strap of the cuff in her hand.  "Come
here."
	Claire quickly moved to her and
placed her hand in the restraint.  Vivian
closed the cuff and tied it shut.  Then she
placed Claire's other wrist in its twin,
binding that tightly as well.
	Now restrained, Claire couldn't
lower her arms.  The thin but strong chain
between the leather bindings ran up to and
through a small metal ring coming out of
the ceiling.
	Vivian stepped behind Claire.
Pressing her body against the blonde's
bare back, she rubbed her breasts against
it while reaching around the hanging
woman to play with her smaller breasts.
	"Oh yes,"  Claire moaned softly,
"your hands feel so good."
	Vivian slid her hand up and pulled
Claire's head back, just enough so that she
could kiss her.  The kiss was forceful and
full of passion, sending a shudder through
Claire.
	"You truly love being a slut under it
all, don't you?"  Vivian asked as she broke
the kiss.  "Giving your body to someone
stronger for their pleasure?
	"De l'cOh ma tresse oui,"  Claire
replied, baring her most secret desires.
	"Well then, mon joli,"  Vivian smiled
as she ran her fingers down between
Claire's legs and across her small blond
mound. "We shall have to see that you are
not disappointed."
	The salt and pepper haired woman
continued to play with Claire for a while
longer, sliding long slender fingers in and
out of her sex.  Every once in a while she
would spread her fingers and caress
Claire's excited clitoris as well.  Just
enough to keep her level of excitement at
a fever pitch.
	"You like to be penetrated, don't
you?"  Vivian asked.
	"Yes, Mistress,"
	"Have you ever been penetrated by
a man?"
	"No, Mistress,"  came Claire's
immediate reply.  In the most technical
sense of the word, the forty-six year old
was still a virgin.
	"But you do enjoy being fucked by
another woman?"  Vivian concluded.
	"Oh yes, Mistress.
	"Excellent." a beaming Vivian said.

	Removing her hand from within
Claire, Vivian stepped over to the other
side of the bed and pulled on a long sash
that seemed connected to a lever in the
wall.  In the distance, the bound woman
could hear a series of small bells ringing.
	A few moments later, the sound of
the bells was replaced by that of soft
steps in the outer hallway.  Claire suddenly
felt herself become anxious over the idea
that someone else might see this side of
her.
	Thankfully, whomever Vivian had
summoned with the bells, came no further
than just before the open door.  Stepping
outside to speak to whoever it was, the
mistress of the house said something that
Claire couldn't hear.  Then she stepped
back into the bedroom.
	Moving back to her helpless captive,
Vivian ran her right hand across Claire's
breasts, stopping to admire the small,
hard nipples.  Bending over slightly, she
planted a soft, wet kiss on each of them.
	  "Vous go tez bon aussi,"  Vivian
said as she ran her tongue back and forth
across the large pink circles.
	The touch of her tongue occupied so
much of Vivian's attention that she didn't
notice the return of those soft steps in
the hallway.  Or that those steps had
continued this time until the owner had
walked into the room as well.
	"Dieu D'Oh!" a surprised Claire
gasped as she looked over and saw
St phanie standing in the center of the
room.  In her hands she held a large silver
tray, the contents of which were covered
by an equally large silk napkin.
	The young girl at first gave Claire
no notice, as if walking into the master
bedroom and finding a naked woman
chained there was an everyday occurrence.
Then it occurred to Claire that it might
not be an everyday occurrence, but one
not so rare as to give her pause.
	"J'ai apport  ce que vous avez
demand , Madame." she said as she
brought the tray over to Vivian.
	It was difficult, but not impossible
for Claire to turn enough to see what was
on the tray.  Lifting one hand as high as
she could, she just about managed it.
	She was speechless when Vivian
removed the silk covering to reveal a very
realistic rendering of male genitalia.  A
version attached to an elaborate leather
hardness that made it clear it was meant
to be worn by someone that hadn't been
born with such.
	"Y aura-t-il toute autre chose,
Madame?" St phanie asked as she turned
slightly and for the first time, looked
directly at Claire.
	Looking right back at her, Claire
suddenly understood the look on the young
girl's face, both now and when she had
first arrived.  It wasn't a look of
resentment as she had first thought or
even of disapproval as she had just feared.
It was a look of envy.  As if she wanted to
be in Claire's place.  It made the older
woman wonder how many times she had
been in her place.
	"No, there's nothing else ..."  Vivian
started to say as she undid the straps so
she could slide the harness around her.
"Wait a moment,"  she said as she looked
first at Claire, then at St phanie, then
back at Claire."
	A wide smile formed on her face as
she adjusted the straps, pulling them
tight.  Vivian couldn't imagine what she
was thinking.
	"Pr parez-la,"  she instructed
St phanie.
	"Prepare me?"  Claire thought as
she repeated Vivian's order in her mind.

	St phanie didn't hesitate.  She
moved over to Claire and dropped down to
her knees.  Then, in an imitation of the
position that the older blond had assumed
a short time before, the younger one
began to probe Claire's womanhood with
her tongue and fingers.
	Slowly at first, St phanie licked
her, exploring her vagina, savoring the
honeyed nectar.  Then she began to
quicken the pace until she reached a
rhythm that sent first little, then larger
ripples throughout Claire's body.  As they
slowly built in intensity, Claire knew that if
she continued, they could easily lead to an
orgasm.
	"Oh God,"  Claire thought as the
twenty year old licked her with a skill she
hadn't felt from woman twice St phanie's
age.  "This girl is incredible."
	The young woman continued to work
her magic as Vivian moved to Claire's side
as well.  She watched her maid carry out
her instructions for a short while, then
stepped up on top of the high chest that
rested next to the bed.  It raised her to a
height where her midsection was now just
about even with Claire's head.
	"Suck me,"  she said in her no
nonsense tone as she lifted her temporary
manhood and ran her long slender fingers
up and down it.
	Claire had never given a blow job to
a man, but had two previous lovers who
liked to act out the part.  Opening her
mouth as wide as she could, she slid as
much of the boytoy into her mouth as she
could.
	The lack of any sensation other than
the mental excitement of pleasing a lover
while she sucked Vivian off was quickly
balanced by the excited waves of rising
passion that St phanie was producing.
The young woman was indeed a jewel,
easily worth whatever it was that Vivian
was paying her.  Claire would be greatly
surprised later when she learned that
St phanie wasn't paid anything at all.
What she did, she did for the love of her
Mistress.
	Finally, Vivian decided that it was
time and instructed St phanie to stop.
Much to Claire's disappointment, the
young woman did just that.  Vivian removed
her toy from Claire's mouth and St phanie
was quick to help her down from the chest.
	"Ce sera tout,"  she told the maid as
she dismissed her.
	Without another word or a look
back, the platinum haired girl turned and
left the room.

	"Now it's just us, ma ch re," Vivian
said as she again took up position behind
Claire and placed her cockhead against the
entrance to her sexual soul.
	She pressed her fingers inside of
Claire for a moment, knowing that her
maid's attentions had left the woman well
prepared.  Having been on the receiving
end of those attentions many times, she
knew well what St phanie was capable of.
	With that, she began rubbing the
round tip of her cock up and down the
length of  Claire's pussy before taking a
firm grip and pushing it within her.
	"Aaaaa!"  Claire yelled as she felt
herself being penetrated .
	"Relax."  Vivian said as she eased
the strap on out a little, before pushing it
back in twice the depth of her first
attempt.
	Vivian reached around and rubbed
her fingers against Claire's clit, balancing
her discomfort with an added pleasure.  As
long as she could remember, she loved
taking such a superior role in her
lovemaking.  Almost as much as she knew
Claire enjoyed being on the receiving end
of her passion.
	Vivian began to thrust deeper within
Claire with an ever increasing frequency.
With her cock firmly within her lover,
Vivian allowed her hand to explore other
aspects of Claire's body. As she increased
her thrusts even more Vivian could feel
the walls of Claire's sex grabbing hold of
her as she pressed inside of her.
	"You love this, don't you, petite
salope?"  Vivian asked between thrusts as
she grabbed both of the younger woman's
hips and pulled her ass hard against her.
	"Oh yes,"  Claire panted as she
began to match Vivian's rhythm and draw
her deeper inside her.
	Vivian slid her hands up and down
Claire's body as she continued to fuck her
with  ever increasing ferocity.  Her fingers
closed tight against her breasts as she
used then to pull Claire against her.  Vivian
always got off fucking other women in this
way.  She loved to be in control.
	The constant rubbing against
Vivian's own clitoris button was sending
her into pre-orgasmic fits as well.  Hot
sweat covered each of their bodies as
both shook with the energy and passion of
unrestricted sex.
	Claire's cries grew louder and louder
as she implored Vivian to bring her to the
climax she so desperately craved.  Back in
her apartment in the city, her tendency to
shout at the top of her lungs in the middle
of lovemaking was a definite problem.
Here, far out in the country, she could
scream as long and loud as she wished.
	"Shall I stop?"  Vivian asked as she
paused for a brief heartbeat.
	"Noooo!!"  Claire screamed.
	"Perhaps I should untie you and let
you go?"
	"Dear God, No!!"
	"What shall I do then?"  Vivian
asked.
	"Fuck me!"  Claire shouted.  "Fuck
me until I come!"
	Lost in the fury of her passion,
Vivian again grabbed Claire's hair and
pulled her head back.  With a  fierce fire
in her dark eyes, Vivian pressed her lips
hard against the helpless woman beneath
her.  The taste of their tongues as they
intertwined was enough to push her to
within an inch of the abyss.
	"I'm going to come,"  Claire gasped
as Vivian's tongue slid out of her mouth.
	A few last thrusts were enough to
unleash the explosion that had been
building within the two of them.  Both
bodies jerked violently as they were
consumed by a rapture that ripped
through each of them.
	Claire drove her nails deep into her
hands as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her.
Vivian continued to pummel the captive
pussy that was pressed so tightly against
her own. Until she too was gripped by that
same loss of control.

	Finally it was done and a totally
exhausted Vivian slid out of Claire and
dropped down hard onto the storage chest.
It took her a few long breaths before she
could even speak.
	Claire was likewise drained, held up
only by the strength of her restraints.
Every muscle in her body seemed to ache.
It was the most wonderful ache she could
remember.
	Vivian finally got to her feet and
undid the straps of her toy.  Lifting the
cockhead to her lips, she licked Claire's
sweetness from it, leaving not a single
remnant.
	"I'll send St phanie back to help
you clean up,"  Vivian said as she reverted
back to her role as Mistress of the Manor.
"Feel free to make use of any of her
talents you find desirable.  Dinner will be
at six."

	Claire just hung there, totally
amazed at the myriad aspects of Vivian
Saint-Abbott's personality.  The woman
was a puzzle within a riddle.  One minute a
ferocious Mistress and lover, the next a
concerned hostess.
	The sound of footsteps grew louder
out in the hall, signalling St phanie's
return.  As Claire turned to look as the
young woman appeared in the doorway, she
recieved another surprise in a day full of
them.
	For the first time since she had met
her, the platinum blond was smiling.  A
smile filled with an obvious sense of
anticipation.
	The girl reached up and undid
Claire's restraints, brushing against the
older woman's breasts as she did.  The
simple touch sent another shiver of
excitement through Claire's body.
	"How many more surprises," she
thought as she pulled St phanie close and
kissed her,  "is this weekend going to
hold?"
	As she felt the younger girl respond
to her kiss, Claire decided that she was in
no real hurry to find out.  It was more fun
just to let them unfold one at a time.

End



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