Just One Wish

By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com>

(c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN


"Thank you mistress.  After 11 hundred years I'm free and 
will grant you any desire as you're reward."


Sarah couldn't believe her luck.  She'd been searching the 
beach all afternoon for something nice to take home and 
just when she was ready to give up, she saw it.

A black bottle.

A globe was attached to the long stem that rose to a sealed 
end.  The bottom of the globe was flat and the end of the 
stem was sealed with some hardened substance.  The bottle 
was opaque and very shiny.  It demanded attention.


Sarah searched for the perfect place to mount her new 
treasure and finally settled on the dresser in her bedroom.  
The perfect place where she would see it each evening 
before she went to bed.

She saw herself in the mirror that rose from her dresser 
almost to the ceiling.  Her new bottle was in the mirror 
standing next to the naked woman.  The woman who was Sarah.

She saw herself.

Warmth flowed from her loins to a secret place in her mind.  
The warmth said it was time.  Time for pleasure and time 
for release.  

Her hands moved to her breasts and softly touched the two 
firm globes.  The fully erect nipples rose to touch her 
hands.  She felt their hardness as her palms bushed over 
her tits.  Her fingers squeezed and pulled the rigid 
landmarks and she watched their enjoyment in the pink 
circles they called their homes.

Sarah loved her body and it never failed to excite her.  It 
wasn't failing now as her hands moved slowly down from her 
breasts to her flat tummy.  One hand returned to minister 
to her now lonely boobs while the other continued it's slow 
journey to the tiny patch of hair that highlighted the 
start of her pussy.  Her hand moved between her legs and a 
finger found the track the formed between her labia.

She was already wet.  She was ready for more.

Her hand wandered from one breast to the other.  She 
touched and held and fondled and squeezed.  She knew her 
breasts and gave them what they cried out for and she gave 
them more than that.  She wet her fingers and captured a 
nipple between the two moist digits.  She pulled and 
tortured the fully aroused center of her tit.  She felt the 
sensation as a bolt of electricity racing to the hidden 
place in her mind.  Her areola puffed and swelled to 
announce its happiness.

Her hand grabbed the prominence between her vee.  She let 
her finger glide up and down the slit between her legs.  
The wet covering this secret place made movement so easy 
and so much fun.  Her hand pressed down on her clit and the 
knuckle moved across the sensitive flesh raising her lust 
to a higher level.  

She saw the bottle in her mirror.

Now she was on the bed.  She rolled the cold smooth of the 
bottle across her breasts.  She let it trail down her tummy 
and wander into the patch of hair marking her pussy.  The 
bottle seemed to guide her hands.  

The stem moved between her legs and touched her pussy lips.  
She found the door to her cavern of passion and tried to 
get in.  Her wet juices made it easy and soon the long stem 
of the bottle went slowly into her pussy.  And then out.  
And then in.  And then out.

Two hands on the bottle now.  Faster, faster, faster.  
Something is ready to sweep over her body.  More, more, 
more.

It came in waves and started with a scream.  Her orgasm 
flooded her mind with an explosion of orange that blinded 
her from anything except what controlled her body and 
senses.  An orgasm that lasted forever, but one that ended 
much too soon.


The Bookstore.

The clerk sat behind the counter.  A prisoner of time and 
circumstances.  She had no place to go.  The clerk sat 
behind the counter and dreamed of many things.

"Miss, can you help me.  I can't reach this book."

Her dreams ended and now to work.

"Let me pull the ladder over and I'll get it for you." 

She climbed and wished she'd worn a longer skirt.  She 
wished she'd worn pants and most of all she wished the 
woman wasn't at the foot of the ladder looking up at her 
exposure.  She couldn't bring herself to speak.

"Is this the book you want?"

"Yes, yes.  Bring it down for me."

How did it happen? The woman tried to help her down the 
ladder.  Somehow her hands touched her legs and then they 
moved higher.  Somehow she found herself on the ground with 
the woman's hands on her hips, her skirt pushed up around 
her waist.  She blushed and her mouth wouldn't open.

"Oh excuse me, dear.  I tried to help and don't know how 
that happened."

Somehow she got her skirt back in place.  Somehow she 
didn't die of embarrassment.  She wanted to say something, 
but her mouth wouldn't open.

"You're flushed my dear." The woman touched her cheek very 
lightly.  She seemed concerned.  "You need to cool down.  
Why don't you undo a few buttons on your blouse?"

Her hands move to the buttons that secured her simple 
blouse.  They seemed to belong to someone else.  One 
button.  Two.  Three.  What was she doing?

"I can see your bra so you better take it off."

She thought for a moment.  She soon found a way to unhook 
the snaps and pull the flimsy garment through the sleeve of 
her blouse.  Nothing was seen.  What was she doing? Why was 
she doing this?

"You have such perfect tits.  Take off your blouse so I can 
enjoy them."

She was helpless to do anything else.  Her hands moved to 
the few remaining buttons and her blouse dropped to the 
floor.  She was naked from the waist up and couldn't raise 
her hands to cover herself.  She felt her nipples harden 
and her boobs tingle with excitement.  What was happening?

"Why don't you take of the rest of your clothes so I can 
get a good look at your body."

"All right." Was that her talking? She knew she was going 
to strip off the rest of her clothes here in the bookstore 
in front of a stranger.  The door was open and anyone could 
come in.

The woman became very stern and said, "I'm your mistress.  
Learn to address me properly or learn to regret your 
failure."

"Yes, mistress.  I'm sorry, mistress."

Her skirt joined the blouse on the floor.  She tried to 
stop her hands from moving, but they relentlessly pushed 
her panties down her legs.  When they reached her ankles, 
she stepped out of them and kicked off her shoes with the 
same motions.

She was naked and the woman was looking at her body.  The 
woman walked around her and looked at her front, back, 
sides, everything.  She couldn't stop her.  She couldn't 
hide.

She felt the woman's hands on her breast while her own arms 
remained at her sides unable to move.  Hands on her ass.  
Between her legs.  Exploring everywhere.  Touch, feel, 
squeeze, pull.  

Why was she getting turned on? She shouldn't be standing in 
the bookstore naked.  She should stop, but instead she felt 
a warmth continue through her body and wanted the woman to 
do more.  A moan sneaked from her mouth.  Where did that 
come from?

The woman smiled and said, "Why I think you like this.  
You're wet between your legs and I can slip my finger into 
your pussy without any problem."

Yes, she felt the woman's finger inside her cunt as it 
slowly frigged her.  She could do nothing, nothing at all 
to stop the assault.  A second finger then three.  Her 
juices flowed like a river.

"Yes, you do like it.  Why don't you finish yourself off so 
I can watch?"

She froze in place.  She couldn't do that in front of 
another person, but her fingers betrayed her.  Her hands 
betrayed her and then her whole body seemed to be acting on 
its own.

She felt her finger inside her pussy moving faster, faster.  
Her hand on her clit, press, push.  Her other hand found 
her breasts and touched, pulled, squeezed.  More, more, 
faster, faster, yes, yes, yes.

The woman watched and waited.

It came from somewhere deep within her mind.  An orgasm so 
powerful that she almost exploded.  Instead, just her mind 
was lost to the sensation.  Lust, passion, sex, frig, now, 
now, now.

The woman watched till the end and said, "You certainly 
liked that didn't you? Did you hear the customer come in? 
He saw you and ran out the door."

She imagined the worst.  A good customer telling her boss 
what he saw.  She would lose her job and the small little 
apartment she was allowed to use in the back of the store.  
Why did she do it?

"You got me horney, sweetie." The woman was laughing at the 
naked store clerk.  "Is there someplace private we can go.  
I wouldn't want anyone to see me."

As soon as they went into the apartment, the woman pulled 
her skirt around her waist to reveal her nakedness.  She 
wore no panties and only a tiny patch of hair to mark her 
pussy.

"Get on your knees, girl, and take care of me.  You know 
what to do now."

She did.  She was on her knees and her hands were drifting 
slowly up the woman's legs were they soon found her ripe, 
firm ass.  While she explored the wonders of the woman's 
butt, she lowered her body so her mouth could cover the 
woman's wet pussy.

She sucked the woman's clit into her mouth and looked up to 
see the look of pleasure on the woman's face.  Somehow this 
made her want to do more.  She wanted to please.  She had 
never done this before and yet she seemed to know how.  She 
wanted to do it.

Her tongue slid into the woman's cunt and twirled around in 
the river of lust that flowed freely from that secret 
place.  She tasted the woman and savored each drop of lust 
that poured into her mouth.

Sucking, kissing, licking, tasting.  She continued to watch 
the woman and could feel her body tense.  Then it started.  
A moan first and then a scream.  A primal sound that said 
she was an animal first and then something else later.  The 
woman came in a furry of sensations.  

The two spent the afternoon in bed.  They learned new 
things about each other and liked everything they learned.  
They wore each other out, and tried to do even more.  They 
overcame the pain and made it into pleasure.  They found 
energy and used it to sate their lust.

"You belong to me now."

"Yes, mistress.  I belong to you."

"You are coming with me now and you'll never return."

"Yes, mistress.  Shall I take my things."

"No, you'll be dressing differently now.  I'll give you 
what you need."

They were dressed and walking out the door when the woman 
saw it.  She picked it up and held it in her hands and 
said, "This is beautiful.  Do you want to take you bottle 
with you, Sarah?"

"No, mistress.  I've already gotten my wish.  I don't need 
it any more."


The End 


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By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com>


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