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The Seminar – Part1.

In late 1999 I was sent by my firm to a technical seminar on the south coast of England. I was booked 
into a grand, if rather old, hotel for four nights and it was there that this story begins.

I am a thirty-four year old female who works as an Internet security advisor to a number of clients and 
as part of my job attend various seminars and conferences in order to keep up to date with technical 
advances. I am single, 5’ 5” tall, slim, with shoulder length brown hair and a slim figure. Not quite 
petite but certainly small. Sexually I am fairly experienced having tried most things at one time or 
another. Of particular regard to this story is the fact that as well as enjoying a good man fuck from time 
to time, I also have a taste for younger women, preferable in their teens or early twenties. Not for me 
some butch bull-dyke who hates all men and dresses like a refugee from the marines. I find it a 
particular turn on to be able to introduce other women to the joys of lesbian sex.

My taste for lesbian sex grew from a number of chance encounters I had whilst I was working for a 
couple of years in London. As to my choice of younger women, I guess that’s because I like to 
dominate. Its part of my character I suppose, and being in charge of situations, particularly sexual ones, 
gives me a sense of security in that my bisexuality won’t be disclosed against my wishes.

Anyway, back to my story. I had been feeling ‘on heat’ for a few weeks having not had any sort of 
sexual relationship in the past three months. As the time for this seminar approached, the thought of a 
week in a hotel had begun to fire fantasies within me. I always enjoyed the anonymity of hotel stays. In 
hotels I felt uninhibited, I was prepared to enter into sexual encounters that I would never consider in 
my home town and in hotels I had, by chance, experienced some of the best sex of my life. All this had 
made me, as I say, start to fantasise about sexual potentials and in particular whether I might meet any 
suitable young women to have some bisexual fun with.

I checked-in about 7.30 p.m. on the Monday evening and having carried out the necessary formalities I 
made my own way to my room. I never used hall porters as they always seemed to be leering at female 
guests with the arrogance of youth that made them believe ever women who checked in wanted to get 
fucked by them or one of their mates. Now as it happens I was quite prepared to be fucked during my 
stay but it wouldn’t be by some spotty faced porter.

For me this was to be a week of hard work, sure, but also a week of pampering; good food, good wine 
and just maybe some time in the company of another women. Who knows, I would just have to wait 
and see.

I decided, having arrived somewhat late, that I would shower and take supper in my room rather than 
go down to the restaurant. That would allow me an early night and ensure I was well prepared for the 
first day of the seminar. Fortunately I wasn’t making any presentations only attending other peoples so 
I could pretty much pick and choose those parts of the seminar that interested me and make good use of 
the spare time that offered.  

Having showered, I dressed again, chose my meal and called room service to order. I was told the meal 
would take around twenty minutes to prepare and set about trawling through the seminar schedule 
whilst I waited.

Finally there was a knock at my door. I went to answer. I quickly checked the security view hole and 
saw that my order was delivered not by a porter but a maid. This was unusual since for safety of their 
staff most hotels sensibly tend to send porters to deliver room service. It was the expectance of a man 
bringing my food that had made me get dressed again after my shower. If you go to the door in a robe 
you get all the leering crap again.

I couldn’t make out much about the girl other than she was dark haired. Quickly tidying myself, I 
opened the door, said “Hi” and beckoned her in, instructing her to place the tray next to the bed. As she 
walked across the room I was captivated. She was about seventeen or eighteen, I would guess, and 
around 5’ 3” tall. She had a gorgeously petite figure, small hips, very small breasts and wore her hair 
bobbed. In short she was somewhat boyish in appearance which was my absolute favourite when it 
came to girls. I was kicking myself for having re-dressed after my shower.

I wasn’t prepared to make any move on her since I hadn’t been expecting her but I did at least make 
sure I got her name.

“Thanks”, I said breaking the ice, “that was quick service.”

“Your welcome madam” she replied politely.

“I didn’t expect a beautiful young thing like yourself to bring my tray, its usually one of those spotty 
boys!”, I continued.

I think my use of the word beautiful threw her as she looked embarrassed and confused at the same 
time.

“Sorry”, she said, “it’s just we are a bit short staffed and the duty manager said you were a lady guest 
and asked if I would mind bringing your food up.”

“Oh don’t apologise”, I said gently, “I would much prefer to see you and sorry if I embarrassed you. I 
didn’t mean to, its just you struck me as being a very attractive young women and it just slipped out. 
And hey!, if we girls can’t compliment each other who can,” I added jokingly.

She seemed to relax a bit more as I reached for my purse and handed her a very generous tip.

“That’s great!” she said surprised.

“Don’t mention it, if you look after me personally during my stay I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded” 
I responded, emphasising the word ‘personally’ to see if there was any reaction. Sadly there wasn’t and 
she started for the door.

“What’s you name, by the way?” I asked as she reached the door.

She turned and told me that her name was Rachelle and added that she would make sure that I was well 
looked after. With that she left. I knew right then that I would be seeing a lot more of Rachelle during 
the week ahead.

I ate my meal and having finished, undressed to my panties and put on a robe. I then lay on my bed and 
started to flick between TV channels. There was the usual rubbish on and my mind once again started 
wondering to sexual matters. I muted the TV and closed my eyes remembering Rachelle and imagining 
her without her uniform. As I did so my right hand wandered inside my robe and started to massage by 
nipples. First the left until it was fully erect and then the right. I just loved rubbing my nipples 
imagining it was Rachelle’s hand doing the massaging. After some ten minutes of playing with my 
breasts my hand wandered to and inside by knickers. I kept my pussy hair very short so that I got 
maximum feeling in my lips and clit. I gently parted the lips and inserted my middle finger into my 
cunt whilst pressing on my clit with my thumb. I find I can keep this up for ages and ages with waves 
of enjoyment just breaking over me. All the time building myself to orgasm. Sometimes I have done 
this for an hour or more before finally bringing myself off but this time it would be much briefer. As I 
said, I have been on heat for weeks and the beauty of Rachelle’s nude body in my imagination was 
bringing me to a fast climax. I raised my hips from the bed and tore off my knickers casting them to the 
floor. Then pushing four fingers into my cunt and pressing and rubbing hard on my clit I orgasmed 
violently. My whole body just shook and huge amount of juices flowed onto my hand and my robe. 

I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw it was still only 9.30 p.m. There was no way I was going 
right through tonight without some more sex and whilst I just loved masturbation it wasn’t going to be 
enough. I figured it was too late to go down to the bar to see if there were any likely candidates for my 
passion so the only person I knew in the hotel was Rachelle. 

I cleaned myself up, put on a fresh pair of knickers and wrapping myself in my robe, phoned room 
service again.

“Hi, Its Miss Johnstone in room 347, I would like a bottle of wine sent to my room please. Chianti 
would be fine. Oh and I am rather nervous of staying in hotels alone” I lied, “so could you make sure 
it’s a maid rather than a porter who delivers the bottle. Would that be okay?”

“Of course madam,” said the room service manager, “I think we have a maid still on duty, at least long 
enough to make one more room service delivery.”

I hoped to god it would be Rachelle but thought it may raise suspicion to ask for her by name. Anyway 
I was so horny I figured I might try it on with any maid they chose to send.

As I waited I started rubbing my pussy again. It was still soaking wet and starting to drip down my 
thighs as I paced the room with a hand in my knickers. This time the knock came within only a few 
minutes. I pulled my robe closed and went to the door and looked once again through the spy-hole.

God!, oh god, my luck was in. It was Rachelle again. I quickly opened the door almost afraid that she 
would walk away if I didn’t respond quickly. I was surprising myself; normally I am cool and in 
command but Rachelle was making me act like a naughty teenager.

Rachelle smiled and walked into my room holding a tray upon which was the bottle of wine and two 
glasses. 

“Two glasses?” I enquired.

“Its standard policy” Said Rachelle, “in case guests are entertaining someone, if you know what I 
mean.”

“That’s very thoughtful”, I said, adding, “Sadly no such luck for me. I’m alone so one glass would 
have done. I just thought a little wine would help me relax before bed. I don’t suppose you would care 
to join me? but I suppose you have to get back” I added answering my one question.

“Well I shouldn’t really. The manager doesn’t like us fraternising with guests but I have just finished 
my shift so yeah, why not,  I’ll have a glass with you.”

I had to take things slowly so as not to appear too keen. I didn’t want to scare Rachelle away. I invited 
her to sit down and opened the wine. Pouring two glasses, I passed her one and sat down on the end of 
my bed with the other. I was directly opposite her and maybe four feet away. I knew that my robe was 
only loosely tied and made sure that Rachelle could at least see a hint of breast exposed as I started to 
generally chat to her. I asked about her, how she came to be working at the hotel and she responded by 
asking how long I was staying and what line of business I was in. In short the usual sort of polite 
conversation between two people who didn’t know each other. During the conversation I poured 
Rachelle more wine and kept her glass full.

After twenty or thirty minutes of chatting Rachelle was much more relaxed and had kicked off her 
shoes. For myself I had made sure she had got a good look at my breasts each time I topped up her 
glass. As I did so I noticed her looking and smiled at her as she realised I had seen her.

“So Rachelle”, I asked, “do you have a boyfriend locally, perhaps working in the hotel?”

“No,” she replied, “I’m not going steady at the moment.”

“What a beautiful girl like yourself and no boyfriend!” I said in mock surprise.

“Well working shifts is not good for a social life. That’s why its so nice to be invited to share your 
wine.” She said smiling.

“You’re welcome”, I said, “but I have to say that I do feel somewhat underdressed. I hope you don’t 
mind me sat here in just a robe. I’ve just realised I have been flashing my breasts all evening”, I added 
pretending to coyly cover myself up said that I hoped I hadn’t embarrassed her.

“Not at all. Its nice to relax when you’re drinking good wine, I only wish I could get out of this horrid 
little uniform” she said and then realising the implications of her words added, “you know, having been 
in it all day.”

I snatched at the opportunity. “Don’t feel you can’t on my account. There’s a spare robe in the 
bathroom. Help yourself. Relax.”

“Really, would that be okay?”

I told her that of course it would but on one condition. I took the chance and said, “you’ve seen my tits 
all night now how about me seeing yours. The robe is yours as long as you let me watch you put it on.”

It was too late now I had committed myself. I waited for Rachelle’s reaction. Would she be disgusted 
and leave? She hesitated, looked at me, said nothing for a few moments and then said, “Okay, why not 
be a little naughty. Wine always makes me a bit silly. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” she 
joked in a child like voice.

With that she got up and fetched the robe before returning to the room.

I squirmed as she came back in from the bathroom. I was going to get to see this beautiful girl undress 
before me. I think she thought it was just a bit of alcohol induced high jinx. I don’t think she had the 
faintest idea that I wanted her so badly.

Rachelle stood in front of me and a few feet away. With her back slightly towards me she started to 
undo the buttons of her little white blouse and taking it off placed it carefully over the back of a chair. 
She giggled, enjoying the tease, and then placing her fingers in the waistband of her short skirt eased it 
over her slight hips and dropped it to the floor. This too she carefully placed over the chair back. She 
now stood before me in black tights under which I could see a pair of skimpy white knickers and a 
matching white bra, although given the size of her breasts she really didn’t need one.

At this point Rachelle didn’t seem sure about going any further so I prompted her to remove her tights 
suggesting that she would never be comfortable with those on. She agreed and pulled them off but once 
again stopped at this point. For myself I made sure my robe was now very open at the top so that 
Rachelle could see my breasts fully exposed. 

“Come on” I joked, “remember you promised to show me yours if I showed you mine. Let’s see those 
titties.”

Again she looked hesitant.

I decided not to push but to encourage her and asked if there was anything wrong.

“Well, its…..its sort of….well I’m a bit embarrassed to tell the truth” she said.

“Embarrassed! Why ever would you be embarrassed about such a gorgeous figure.” I said.

“It’s my breasts, they’re too small. Not like yours. I embarrassed to show you them.”

“Nonsense Rachelle! As I said you have a gorgeous figure and you should be very proud of your body. 
From what I can see I think your breasts are lovely and I promise I really would like to see them. Go 
on, let me see them, please.” I said very gently.

Rachelle smiled at my kind words and raising her arms behind her back unclipped her bra and gently 
removed it letting me see her as she did so. True her breasts were tiny but nonetheless they were very 
attractive and for a girl of her build they were perfectly proportioned. She really was as lovely as I had 
imagined in my fantasies.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now you can relax properly”, I said handing her the robe.

Rachelle put it on and sat down in the chair not bothering to tie the robe cord. 

I suggested we finish the bottle of wine and standing to pour her a final half glass I made sure my own 
robe fell completely open so that Rachelle could see my whole figure. Like she, I still had my panties 
on which by this time were really quite wet from my excitement.  As I walked I could feel that my 
nipples were very erect as they rubbed against the towel of the robe.

“You’ve got a very nice figure yourself, Miss Johnstone”, Rachelle said politely as I poured her drink.

“Thank you Rachelle” I responded noting how she addressed me and deciding that I quite liked the 
formality. It kind of emphasised Rachelle’s submissiveness and that really turned me on. 

“Of course” I continued in a light-hearted tone, “we haven’t really concluded our little game have we. 
You know – ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’.  I suppose if I were to show you everything 
then you would have to match me or else you lose!”

I didn’t give Rachelle a chance to reply. Sitting back down on the bed I simply pulled by knickers 
down, took them off and sat in front of Rachelle with just my open robe remaining and giving her a full 
view of my pussy.

Make or break I thought! “Go on. Match that!” I said looking her directly in the eye but with a friendly 
smile.

Rachelle said nothing but with a beautifully coy smile, stood, pulled off her own knickers and sat down 
again. This was turning into a game of poker. Who would fold first?

I let the robe drop from my shoulders and spread my legs a little further. Rachelle followed suit.

I licked my fingers and then taking a nipple in each hand started to play with my breasts. Again without 
a word Rachelle copied me.

Lets get sexual I thought as I lowered my hand to my cunt and started to openly masturbate myself in 
front of this beautiful girl.

Rachelle watched me for a couple of minutes and then started to masturbate her own pussy. She spread 
he lips fairly wide and used the flat of her hand to rub herself vigorously. We both watched each other 
and smiled broadly. It was a very sexual and yet a very gentle situation. Two women just enjoying their 
own bodies and putting on a show for each other. At the same time the ‘poker’ element was still there. 
How far would she go?

I sank off the side of the bed and onto my knees on the floor. Then slowly rolling onto my back I lay on 
the floor and lifted my legs in the air. Rachelle now had a full view of my cunt and arse. Then I 
continued masturbating but this time also pushed a finger into my own arse hole and started pumping. 
Rachelle looked a little taken aback but also got on the floor and laying on her back continued to frig 
herself. We were both now nearing our orgasms as I shouted to her “What about your bottom. You 
don’t have a finger in your bottom.”

“I don’t want to so that!”, she shouted back as she started to jerk her hips.

“If you don’t match me you lose, go on fuck your arse with a finger.”

It was too late, Rachelle was in full flow of orgasm. Her hips were off the floor and her muscles 
tightened as she screamed and groaned and frigged herself. It was a glorious site to see and took me 
over the edge into my own orgasm.

We both lay on the floor, panting and sweating from our exertions. I crawled over to Rachelle and 
kissed her gently. “That was fun wasn’t it? Glad you stayed for the wine?” I asked.

“Oh yes”, she whispered.

“Unfortunately Rachelle, we must not forget you lost our little game.” I said.

“What do you mean, lost?” she asked.

“Well you didn’t do everything I did. I didn’t see you finger fuck your bottom. That means you lose 
and I win!” I stated rather more firmly.

“And what do I lose, Miss Johnstone?” she said playfully but with that submissive tone again.

“You lose your equality, is what you lose! For the rest of this week you will be my servant.”

“But I already am. I’m a maid for God’s sake!” she said.

I continued, “You don’t understand Rachelle, I mean you will be my sexual servant. For the rest of my 
stay we shall spend as much time together as possible, including your time off and you shall do my 
sexual bidding. How do you feel about that?”

Rachelle seemed to enjoy the possibility and looking me sweetly in the eye simply purred, “Yes Miss 
Johnstone.”

“Now for tonight you will stay with me. We shall share my bed and we shall fuck all night. And 
Rachelle, you will finger your own arse or I will do it for you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss Johnstone.”

Rachelle and I spent the most glorious night together exploring each others bodies, friggingh ourselves, 
frigging each other and making good use of the vibrator I always carried with me to seminars. And yes, 
late into the night she did get to finger fuck her own arse whilst I licked her to orgasm.

As we awoke Rachelle got up and dressed quickly to get downstairs to start her shift. I simply put on a 
robe and walked her to the door. As she left I told her to come to my room at 7 p.m. when her shift 
ended.

“Yes Miss Johnstone.” She said with a smile.

I lent forward, my tits swinging in full view and kissed her on the lips just at the very moment when the 
guest in the room opposite open their door to pick up their morning paper. It was a women who looked 
at me, took in the whole scene in an instant and quickly closed her door. Rachelle looked worried and 
hurried off to work. For myself I thought, what the fuck! So she saw me kissing Rachelle and probably 
realised that we had spent the night together. Did it really matter that a stranger in a strange town knew 
I was bisexual. 

I would find out in due course……………………….



The Seminar – Part2.

Nine-thirty saw the start of my seminar day with an initial presentation on Denial of Service hacker 
threats. Whilst the talk was interesting and professional I couldn’t really concentrate thinking of 
Rachelle and the night we had just spent together. 

After a couple of hours we broke for coffee and I wandered into the anti-room and grabbed a cup of 
strong black coffee.  I made my way to the back of the room near the doors out onto a sun terrace to 
enjoy the view and clear my mind in the hope that I would start concentrating on my work. As I stood 
drinking I felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to see a women, in her late forties perhaps, smiling at 
me. She introduced herself as Claire and asked if I was enjoying the seminar thus far.

I responded politely, feeling in some way as if I knew her or at least had made her acquaintance. We 
continued our chat for a few minutes when I asked her, by way of conversation, if she was staying in 
the hotel.

Claire responded, “Yes, I’m in room 340 just across the hall from you!”.

The penny dropped. I stuttered, “Oh yes, I saw you this morning didn’t I, picking up your 
newspaper….” And trailed off into an embarrassed silence. I could feel myself flushing red.

“Indeed you did!” she replied, “and you’re the woman I saw kissing the maid goodbye, presumably 
after spending the night with her, are you not?”.

Her frankness made me even more embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say but Claire broke the silence 
by continuing, “pretty little thing isn’t she. What’s her name”.

“Rachelle.” I said, before even thinking about it.

“And am I right about you and her?”

“Look!”, I said quietly, “shall we continue this conversation on the sun terrace?”, worried that people 
may be over hearing what we were saying.

Claire and I walked out onto the terrace where she said, “So am I right?”

I looked at her silently, she was well kept, in her late forties, as I said, about 5’ 6” tall with a very good 
figure. Her breasts were fairly big for her frame but not huge and her hair was long and lightly permed. 
After the initial silence I decided to respond as frankly as she was asking. Whilst she wasn’t my usual 
type I thought her attractive and figured she would hardly be asking such leading questions unless she 
too had some interest in me, sexually that is.

“Yes you are right. Rachelle did spend the night in my room. Does that interest you?”, I asked.

“If it did, would that be okay with you?” she replied.

“Yes I think it would be okay with me.”

We were both being careful what to say, neither of us wanting to say the words so I decided to move 
the conversation on by asking Claire if she was ‘that way inclined’. 

“Look, I think we are both talking about the same thing here. I’m not a lesbian, but I am bisexual and if 
you might be interested in some company during this week then I would certainly be keen for us to get 
to know one another a little better.”

This seemed to break the ice and Claire responded by saying that she would certainly like to spend 
some time with me but questioned whether she was my type in light of the fact that Rachelle was so 
young. I whispered to her that whilst my preference was generally for younger girls I thought her most 
attractive and re-iterated that if she wanted some company then I was ‘game’.

“Splendid!” she said in a posh voice, “how about we meet this evening?”

“That sounds good to me”, I said and then remembered that I had told Rachelle to come to my room at 
7:00pm. I decided not to tell Claire this and instead asked if she could make it fairly early, say 6:00pm 
and if possible that she come to my room. I figured it might be interesting if Rachelle arrived once 
Claire was already there.

Claire said that 6:00 suited her fine since her last seminar session was due to finish at 4:00pm. With 
that, she gave me a wink, before turning and walking back into the seminar room for the next session.

The rest of the day was fairly straightforward with a number of talks interspersed with a buffet lunch. 
Although, to tell the truth, my mind was still not really on the job, rather, engaged as it was, on 
Rachelle, Claire and the potential for this week away from home, to turn into an experience to 
remember. I finished my last session at 5:00 p.m. and went to the bar for a quick couple of drinks. I felt 
I needed to relax myself as the thought of Claire’s visit had made me tense and excited all day. After a 
couple of whiskies, I went up to my room to prepare.

As soon as I had closed the door, I stripped out of my formal clothes and turned on the shower. I 
wanted to save myself for the possibilities ahead but as soon as I felt the cascading water on my flesh I 
just couldn’t resist a quick feel.  This, somewhat inevitably, led to bringing myself off thinking once 
again of the beautiful young Rachelle and the more mature and undoubtedly more experienced Claire. 
The thought of them both together finally bought me to a tremendous orgasm.

Having finished my shower and my wank I dressed again in a Japanese style kimono-wrap under which 
I put on stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties. I thought just a robe was too simple and wanted 
Claire to see me at my sexiest. By the time I had dressed it was only a few minutes to six and, quickly 
tidying my room, I sat on the bed and waited for Claire. I still wasn’t totally sure she would turn up. 
After all we had only spoken for a few minutes. A few minutes in which we had been unbelievably 
frank and open with each other about our sexuality. It may be that she would have second thoughts but 
I dearly hoped not.

I was not to be disappointed as only a few minutes after six there was a gentle knock on my door. I 
opened it to see Claire before me, beautifully made up and wearing a short black dress, black stockings 
and, if I wasn’t mistaken, no bra. I couldn’t resist wondering if she had also left off her knickers. She 
had made a great effort to look her best, which made me glad I had done the same. 

I showed her in. In anticipation of the evening ahead I had, at lunchtime, arranged for three bottles of 
good white wine to be put in my mini-bar to chill. Claire sat down and made herself comfortable whilst 
I opened the first bottle and offered her a glass. I still made no mention of Rachelle but knew that I 
would have to move things along quickly with Rachelle due to arrive in a little under an hour.

I sat down opposite Claire and sipped my drink. She did the same, with neither of us knowing quite 
what to say. Eventually I reverted to safety and simply commented on how lovely her dress was. Claire 
leaped at the opportunity my compliment provided to start a conversation.

“You look very good yourself, Sue,” she said, “that kimono is beautiful.”

“Thanks”, I said, “I wanted to make the effort to look my best for you.”

“I hope I’m worth it” she said looking at herself.

“Oh believe me, from where I’m sitting you are most definitely worth it” I responded.

Claire by this time had already finished her glass of wine and stood to pour herself another and to top 
up my glass. As she did so she reverted to the frankness with which she had first spoken to me that 
morning and asked bluntly, “So, tell me Sue have you masturbated today?”

“Good God, what a question!” I said.

“Not really.”, she said, “we both know we fancy each other and hopefully we are both here to do 
something about it. For myself, I’ve returned to my room twice during the day to masturbate myself. I 
just haven't been able to stop thinking about meeting you tonight and imagining what you and the little 
maid got up to last night. I’ve been so excited I just had to bring myself off. Are you telling me you 
haven’t been feeling the same?”

“Well I have to admit when I showered to get ready I did frig myself. Like you I’ve been pretty excited 
all day.” I responded.

“And what did you think about as you played with yourself?”

“You, of course!” I said, “and Rachelle. To tell the truth I imagined you and her together!”

“Me and the little maid, wow!”, said Claire, “Due you think I might be able to meet her as well 
sometime this week?

“Who knows.” I said, determined not to let on just yet, that Rachelle was due to come to my room 
within the next hour, “but if you do I expect you to put on a good show for me.”

“Do you like to watch then?” she asked.

“Well I like to get involved, but yeah, watching is fun too.” I said.

“So how about I start this evening with a little show for you then?” Claire asked.

“Perfect, that would be just perfect, Claire”, I said, thinking how great it would be for Rachelle to 
arrive during Claire’s ‘performance’.

Claire smiled and stood, saying,  “Why don’t you start by putting on some music and then tell me what 
you would like me to do.”

I put on the radio and set it to some gentle background type music and then told Claire that I would 
love to watch her masturbate for me. 

Claire turned her back to me and started to gently sway her hips. As she did so, in time to the music, 
she reached behind her back and lowered the zip on her little black dress. As the back fell open it 
confirmed that she had indeed chosen not to wear a bra. The skin of her back was beautiful. She slowly 
pulled the dress from her shoulders and pushed it down to her hips. Still not turning to show me 
anything, she danced some more and them, placing her fingers back into the dress she pushed it down 
to the floor and stepped out of it. I was right about the knickers too. Claire wore none and stood before 
me but still facing away. Her bottom was firm and smooth looking like that of women half her age. Her 
legs were slender and her ankles slight.

I so desperately wanted her to turn around. I had started to rub my mound through the silk of my 
kimono and at the same time was pinching my nipples with my other hand.

Claire then took two steps to the table/desk at the end of my room and bending forward rested her 
shoulders on the tabletop and slightly spread her legs. It was the most gorgeous site. A beautifully fit, 
nearly fifty year-old women showing her nude arse to me and together with a totally sexy hint of pussy 
between her spread legs, still clad in her stockings and suspender belt. It was a stunning scene that 
made me sigh out load with lust.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked in a gentle whisper.

“Oh yes, oh yes…” I replied as my own masturbation took on a more frantic urge. I pulled my panties 
to one side and inserting a finger into my cunt started to finger fuck myself. Claire looking over her 
shoulder saw what I was doing and smiled. Turning her head away from me again she reached between 
her legs and started to frig her own pussy spreading her pussy lip wide. Then she bought both hands 
behind her arse and spread her bottom cheeks wide. Her arsehole was fully exposed to me.

“Suck me.”, she whispered.

I fell to my knees and crawled over to her. Still on my knees I held her arse cheeks apart and started to 
lick both her arse hole and her pussy. My tongue darted deep into her cunt as she squirmed on the table 
top returning her own hand to her clit and started rubbing hard.

“God this is soooo good Sue!”, she explained almost breathlessly, “bring me off, frig me sue, fuck my 
cunt, fuck my arse, just please fuck me.”

I continued licking at her thighs and pussy and at the same time spat on my index finger and inserted it 
gently into her arse hole. I started to finger fuck her arse nice and gentle as she started to shake. I knew 
she was coming and pulled away from her. Sitting on the floor between her legs I watched as she 
continued to work on her clit and pussy.

“God, God…I’m coming” she groaned as her legs gave way and she collapsed on the floor next to me 
wringing the last throws of orgasm out of herself. For the first time I saw her tits. Her nipples were 
huge and brown. They must have been sticking out nearly an inch and her pussy was covered in sticky 
juices. She was truly spent and looked just so unbelievably sexy. I lent forward and kissed her full and 
deep as she put her hand onto my knickers and grabbing the thin material drew it up between my pussy 
lips and started to pull it up and down hard. She was bringing me off using my panties. I shouted for 
her to do it harder and harder until I too reached a fantastic orgasm. We sat on the floor kissing and 
hugging each other.

“That was just great!”, she said, “I’m so glad I saw you and Rachelle this morning, otherwise I would 
never had guessed that you and I could have such fun together. I want more, I want to stay all night 
with you. I want to do things together that you have never even thought off.”

“I’m so glad we met too. You are just so sexy. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I have never 
been with an older women before. Its like having sex with my….” I stopped myself.

“Go on.” Said Claire.

“No, no, what I was going to say would sound rude and I wouldn’t mean it like that.” I replied.

“Go on you can say what you want, I won’t be insulted.” She said.

“Well I was going to say that it’s like having sex with my mother! Is that okay to say that. Like I say I 
mean it in the nicest possible way. I promise.” I said.

“I’m not upset at all Sue,” said Claire, “it’s a nice thought that you see me as s sexy mother figure. 
Perhaps we could take that idea a little further into some role-playing. Would that be fun Sue?”

I thought about the possibilities of what Claire was saying and agreed that the idea of some role playing 
with her as my mother could be real fun and ever so naughty and dirty. I kissed her again and 
whispered gently that I would very much like her to ‘be my mother’ for the week.

I pulled myself back onto the bed and Claire stood, straightened her stockings and sat down in the chair 
keeping her legs a little open to give me a full view of her wet pussy. “Why don’t you take a little more 
off” she said.

I thought for a moment and decided what better time to start the role-play. “I can’t mum!” I said and 
saw Claire smile at my use of the term ‘mum’, “You see I have been naughty and haven’t told you 
everything.”

“You mean to say you’ve been lying to your mother!” she responded in character, “have you got 
something to tell me then?”

“Sorry mum, it’s just that I have invited a friend to my room this evening. It was going to be a surprise 
but I know now that I should have told you; I shouldn’t lie to my mum.” I said trying to look as much 
like a naughty girl as I could.

“And who is this friend you have invited over” Claire asked.

“Its Rachelle”. I said.

“Really!” she said in reply, “well why don’t we have some fun then. Introduce me as your mother. 
Then we can play around in front of her and she how she responds. Wouldn’t that be fun.”

I could immediately see the possibilities and agreed to go along with Claire pretending to me my mum 
in front of Rachelle. I tidied myself up and Claire put her dress back on and tidied her hair. We then 
hugged each other again like schoolgirls on a sleepover and awaited Rachelle’s arrival.

It was a few minutes before six when there came a knock on the door. I opened it and there was 
Rachelle looking as sexy as ever in her uniform. Figuring that she wouldn’t recognise Claire from the 
brief encounter in the corridor the morning before, I showed her in. As she entered the room Claire 
stood to greet her. Rachelle look shocked to see her. She turned to me and said “I didn’t know you had 
company, I’d better come back latter”.

“No”, I said, “don’t be silly. Rachelle this is my mother. Mum this is Rachelle the maid I told you 
about. Rachelle has promised to look after me personally during my stay.”

“Pleased to meet you Rachelle,” said Claire, “Its unusual to have a personal maid. I hope my daughter 
is treating you well.”

“Yes thank you madam.” Said Rachelle.

“So what are you here to do now Rachelle?” said Claire knowing she was putting Rachelle on the spot.

“Oh I was erh, umm”, she stuttered.

I cut in, “Rachelle has finished her shift for today and I invited her to join me for a light supper to thank 
her for her efforts so far”.

“Oh fine” said Claire, “we can all eat together then if that’s okay with you Rachelle but first let’s have 
some wine together.”

“Thank you madam” replied Rachelle, “that would be nice”.

We all sat together drinking wine and generally making polite conversation when Claire winked at me 
and smiled. I knew she was going to so something but I didn’t know what. True to form she was blunt 
in the extreme. 

“Tell me Rachelle, I hope my daughter hasn’t asked you to do anything above and beyond the call of 
duty.”

“I don’t know what you mean madam” replied Rachelle politely.

“Mother! Please” I exclaimed.

“Oh come on Sue, you know what I mean.” Replied Claire and turning to Rachelle who was by know 
looking slightly confused, continued, “you see Rachelle, my daughter is bi-sexual and has a taste for, 
how shall I put it, younger girls like you! It’s got her into trouble before and I would hate for it to do so 
again. So if she makes a move on you, you must feel free to decline her. But please don’t report her and 
get her into trouble.

“Mum!”, I exclaimed again, “please! You’re embarrassing me.”

Rachelle didn’t know where to look. She glanced at me looking for guidance.

Claire, who was putting on a superb performance, looked at us both glancing at each other and said, “I 
detect some vibes going on here! Sue, have you been compromising this beautiful young girl?”

“No mother!”, I said, “I haven’t done anything.”

“You’re lying to me!” Claire responded, “I can see it in your face. I told you never to lie to your 
Mother.” And then turning directly to Rachelle, she said forcefully, “Rachelle, I want you to tell me 
honestly, has my daughter tried it on with you? And don’t try to cover for her, if she has I want to 
know.”

Rachelle, being so young, acted like a little girl and immediately started ‘spilling the beans’, “yes she 
has. Last night she talked me into undressing for her.”

“Is that all she did?”

“Well no, she made me do things as well.” Said Rachelle coyly.

“What things?” asked Claire rather sternly.

Rachelle looked at me for forgiveness and then continued, “well she made me touch myself and then 
she asked me to stay the night with her and she licked me and made me lick her and she made me….”

“What?” asked Claire, “what else did she do?”

“Well she made me put a finger in my own bottom and masturbate.” Said Rachelle.

Claire swung round to me, “Sue, I’ve told you about this sort of thing, how it will get you into trouble 
one day, and what would happen if you ever did it again. Now I’m going to punish you. Grown women 
or not, you’re still my daughter and its up to me to teach you how to behave. Now stand up and bend 
over one of the chairs. I going to spank your bottom and Rachelle is going to watch to see that you are 
punished and that you are sorry for making her do things with you.”

“Mum! Please”, I said, “I promise I won’t do it again. Please don’t humiliate me in front of Rachelle.”

“You’ve promised before. Now get your knickers off and bend over that chair as your mother tells 
you”.

I was by now getting really into my character. Despite my age I felt like a naughty little girl being told 
off and punished, “Yes mum.” I said.

“Rachelle”, said Claire, “are you alright with this. Do you want to see me Sue punished? Do you think 
she deserves to be punished?”

Rachelle looked by now as if she was beginning to enjoy me apparent humiliation and said that she was 
happy to watch and that I deserved all I got. I couldn’t believe it since she had been so willing the night 
before and now she was happily siding with a women she thought to be my mother, and willing her on 
to punish and humiliate me. 

I stood up reluctantly and removed my kimono. Then, as instructed I dropped my knickers to the floor 
and slowly bent over the chair, now dressed only in bra, stockings and suspender belt. Claire stood 
behind me whilst Rachelle moved to and sat down on the bed which gave her the best possible view of 
my bottom. Claire then raised her arm and started to spank my bottom. At first she was pretty gentle, 
almost playing at spanking me. With each stroke she also caressed by arse cheeks and occasionally 
dropped a finger onto my cunt. In short she was starting to masturbate me with each stroke of her hand. 

“Have you got a good view Rachelle?” ‘mum’ asked Rachelle.

“Oh yes thank you madam” I have a marvellous view replied Rachelle.

“And are you enjoying Sue’s punishment?”

“Oh yes madam.”

“How much are you enjoying it Rachelle? Let me see how much you are enjoying it. Why don’t you let 
me see your gorgeous little body Rachelle, just as my ‘daughter’ did last night.” Said Claire.

Rachelle didn’t need asking twice. As I bent over the chair receiving my punishment I could see most 
of the room in the large wall mirror and although she was generally behind me I got a pretty good view 
of Rachelle. She stood up and unzipping her skirt dropped it to the floor, quickly followed by her tights 
and panties. Then removing her blouse and little bra sat back down again.

“Is that better madam?” she asked Claire.

“Oh that’s much better Rachelle.” Claire replied, “Now how about you taking over from me for a few 
final strokes?” 

Rachelle jumped once again to her feet and immediately stood behind me. Without further prompting 
she started to spank me, much harder than Claire had been doing. I winced a little as her petite hand 
slapped against my bottom with the force of someone much more powerful than Rachelle appeared. As 
she spanked me Rachelle’s other hand had gone directly to her pussy and she was rubbing herself, up 
and down in time with each stroke.

For her part Claire had moved to the bed, pulled her dress up above her waist and laying on her back 
with her knees in the air was already frantically masturbating herself. As she did so, she prompted 
Rachelle on, “Go Rachelle, spank my daughter. She’s been so naughty making you do things. Make my 
little girl sorry….” She tailed off into her own world of lust as she closed her eyes and continued 
frigging herself very hard and fast finishing my arching her back and hips right off the bed in the first 
throws of her orgasm before slumping back down, opening her eyes and smiling at myself and Rachelle 
who had both turned to watch her finish herself off.

“Come on you two”, she said, “its about time you both came as well. Both of you get down on your 
hands and knees”.

Rachelle and I both did as we were told and Claire then knelt behind us and pushed two fingers of each 
hand into each of our pussies.  I was in heaven about to reach orgasm with two women, one young 
enough to be my daughter and one old enough and actually pretending to be my mother. It took Claire 
no time at all to bring me to the edge as her fingers slide gently in and out of my cunt. I turned and 
kissed Rachelle as she too was nearing her time. 

“Come on, come for me” shouted Claire whilst at the same time increasing the pace of her pumping, 
“Come together for mummy. I want you to come all over my hands. I want both your juices all over 
me. Come on girls. Come for mummy!”

Rachelle and I both collapsed our arms to the floor at the same time to give Claire maximum access to 
our pussies now sticking up towards her face. Claire gave a final push into both of us and holding her 
fingers inside, started to wriggle them about. The feeling was fantastic and yet strangely relaxing and 
both Rachelle and myself started to groan and moan, each to our own rather gentle orgasms. 

Rachelle spoke first, looking at me she simple said, “I wish I had a mum like yours”.

Claire responded before I said anything, “Rachelle, I’m not really Sue’s mother! You may remember a 
guest in the room opposite saw you coming out of Sue’s room this morning. Do you remember?”

Rachelle obviously realised straight away who Claire was and simply said “You!”

“Yes Rachelle, it was me. I’m just a guest like Sue but we thought it might be fun to play at mothers 
and daughters and to see if you thought the situation sexy. It was only for fun and I hope you are not 
angry with us.”

Rachelle just smiled and said “I not angry at all. The thought of having sex with a mother and daughter 
was wonderful. As I said I wish you were my mother for the week as well.”

“That could be arranged”, I said joining the conversation. “If you could take some time off Rachelle, 
the three of us could go out and about as mother and daughters over the next few days. I certainly don’t 
mind missing the seminar for this. How about you Claire.”

“It sounds good to me girls” replied Claire, “me taking my two ‘daughters’ out and about and having 
some great sex together along the way. I keen but on one condition. As my ‘daughters’ you must do as 
you are told by your ‘mother’, whatever I say. Agreed?”

“Agreed!” we both replied in unison. 

This week was going to get better and better I thought as we all started hugging and prepared to spend 
the night together!


The Seminar – Part3.

The next day Claire and I, having checked the seminar schedule decided to go on a day out in the local 
area and contacting Rachelle on her mobile, arranged to meet her outside of the hotel at around 11.00 
am after she had finished ‘the breakfast shift’.

Having all met up we went to a local coffee house to make plans for the day. Neither Claire nor I knew 
what to suggest but Rachelle said she knew of plenty of quite beach coves in the area where we could 
get a tan, be practically assured of some privacy and maybe have some fun! Having had her first real 
bi-sexual experience only two days before with me, Rachelle was now the keenest of us all to have 
more of the same.

“My God, your insatiable young lady!” Claire said.

“Yeah I know, but sex with you two is fantastic and I figured if I could add some of my favourite thing 
to the mix then it would be just perfect.” Said Rachelle.

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“Well I really like outdoor fun, if you know what I mean. You know, the risk of being caught and all 
that. Although I suppose if I actually was caught it would be mortifying.”

“If you think that would be bad what about being caught in the act with two other women. Are you sure 
about this Rachelle?” Claire asked.

“Oh yes. Yes I’m sure. Can we, can we please go to the beach together?”

Claire looked at me for approval and then said, Alright the beach it is but it must be somewhere we can 
get privacy and the condition holds; if we go out its as Mother and daughters and you do as I say. 
Okay?”

“Okay”, said Rachelle immediately.

I thought about the possibilities for a moment and then too agreed to be Claire’s daughter once again.

“Right then girls, I’ll get the car and Rachelle, you can direct us to a nice beach.” Said Claire with a 
definite enthusiasm in her voice.

We took a journey of about thirty minutes from town to the beaches that Rachelle thought would be the 
most deserted. She assured us that the tourists never bothered to go more than a couple of miles out of 
town and by going a few miles more you could get all the best coves with no one to bother you. Even 
then we had to check out three small beaches before we found one that no one else was on. It was a 
small sandy beach with a grassy cliff to the back and a single footpath leading down from the top. The 
lay of the land meant that from up on the cliff top you couldn’t see the beach itself. This had the benefit 
of us not being spied on from above but added to the risk that if anyone did come to the beach we 
wouldn’t see them until the last minute. No matter, we thought it was a great little beach and we 
decided it would be where we would spend the day. Claire had bought a small picnic lunch for us all 
and made sure to include a few bottles of wine. All in all we were set for a wonderful relaxing and 
hopefully sexy day together.

The first couple of hours we spent just generally sunbathing, chatting a taking the occasional dip in the 
sea which was somewhat cold but very refreshing. By now it was late morning and Rachelle and I 
decided to explore a few rock pools that lay to one side of the cove whilst Claire got the picnic lunch 
laid out.

When we got to the rocks both Rachelle and I sat down either side of a small pool and started to talk. 
She asked me if I felt safe enough in the cove to maybe have a little fun latter with her and Claire. We 
hadn’t seen another soul in the hours that we had been there so I told her that I was looking forward to 
some sun and games after lunch with the two of them and added, “but how about you and I having a 
little pre-lunch session here by the rock pools?”

“Oh yes please Sue” she purred and immediately ripped off the top of her bikini.

“My god, you’re keen!” I exclaimed.

“I know, I been horny all day just waiting for either you or Claire to lead the way” she replied.

I glanced around for one further check of our privacy and then stood up from the rock and removed my 
swimsuit. The fresh air and sun on my body immediately made me feel so free and at the same time 
very, very sexy. Rachelle looked beautiful as I took the few paces to her and pulled her bikini bottoms 
down to her ankles. We embraced and kissed deeply, gently fondling each other breasts and bottoms. I 
crouched a little lower and putting my hand back onto her bottom found her arse crack and gently 
pushed a finger into her arse. As I did so she hugged be so tight and started to gently push herself up 
and down onto my finger. 

“I like you fingering my arse, Sue” she said, “It makes me feel so dirty”.

While Rachelle and I mutually masturbated and caressed one another by the rock pools Claire was 
getting lunch ready when she was disturbed by a new arrival to our little cove, as she told us later.

She had been opening the wine when she heard a “Hello” from behind her. Surprised that any one else 
was there she spun round to see a women of about thirty years of age,with shoulder length blond hair 
walking towards her and now only a few yards away. 

“Hello” said Claire to the woman, who smiled and walked on passed Claire, some twenty or so yards 
further up the beach and there stopped and started to lay her towel and bags down. Claire was annoyed 
that our privacy had been spoiled but at the same time had admired the woman’s figure and had 
considered the possibility that she may, in some way, add to our planned adventures.

Whilst setting out lunch Claire said that she had made a point of glancing at the women from time to 
time to see if there was any sort of response and on the occasions where they made eye contact, noted 
that the woman smiled at her. Claire made sure to smile back. The woman had made herself 
comfortable and pulling a book from her bag had lain on her side, facing Claire, and started to read. 
She had discarded a light sarong she had been wearing to reveal a small, pale-blue bikini.

After some fifteen minutes the woman got up and started over to Claire. As she approached she 
stopped a few feet away from our towels and said, “Sorry to disturb you but I wondered if you would 
mind if I were to sun bath in the nude. I always do when I come here since the cove is usually deserted 
but since you were here first I thought it polite to ask.” She then added, looking at the large picnic 
lunch, “Are you here alone?”

Claire replied, “Actually I’m here with my daughters, they’re down by the rock pools, but I’m sure 
they won’t mind if you want to sun bath nude and it certainly doesn’t bother me. Feel free!”

“Thanks”, the woman replied, “My name’s Lisa, by the way.”

“Claire”, said Claire.

As the woman turned to walk back to her towel Claire quickly said, “Lisa, you’re more than welcome 
to share our picnic if you like. We have more than enough.”

“Oh I wouldn’t want to intrude on you.” Lisa replied.

“Not at all !” said Claire, “Please do join us, if you would like”.

“Well in that case, thank you very much for the kind offer” said Lisa, “I would love to.” And with that 
she sat down whilst Claire passed her a glass of wine.

After some ten minutes of general chat to get to know each other a little, Claire asked Lisa how often 
she came to the cove.

“Oh at least three times a week, if I can. I married so I don’t have to work and I have no children so my 
time is really my own. I just love to come here for the peace and quiet and, if truth be told, to get an all 
over tan. Its really unusual to find anyone else here.”

As they chatted Rachelle and I came back from the rock pools, flushed with the aftermath of our 
mutual masturbation. Claire looked at me as we approached her and Lisa and smiled a knowing smile. 
She knew straight away what we had been up to. As Rachelle and I sat down Claire introduced Lisa to 
us and us to her and told us that she had invited Lisa to share our meal. As agreed, we were introduced 
as her daughters.

We all sat together, chatting, sharing our meal and generally having a laugh. It was amazing how we so 
quickly felt at ease with Lisa although I suspect Rachelle was a little concerned that any further chance 
of some sexy fun had been spoiled by Lisa’s arrival. 

She need not have worried. As we neared the end of our meal Claire turned to Rachelle and myself and 
said, “Lisa asked me if we would object to her sunbathing naked. I of course told her that we wouldn’t 
mind, would we girls.”

“Not at all mum!” said Rachelle.

“Fine by me” I said.

“There you are Lisa, I told you it wouldn’t be an issue so go right ahead.” Said Claire.

“Thanks” said Lisa looking over to where her towel was, “I will latter then.”

“Oh you don’t have to wait Lisa, you go right ahead.” Said Claire almost challenging her to get naked 
where she was rather than returning to her towel. 

I knew immediately what Claire was up to.

“Well I don’t know…er…um..” said Lisa.

“Go on” urged Claire, “we wouldn’t want to put you off particularly when you’ve said how much you 
enjoy you’re all over tan.”

“Well if you’re sure you don’t mind.” said Lisa as she slowly unclipped her bikini top and took it off to 
reveal a pair of lovely firm breasts and large brown nipples. There she stopped.

“Well you won’t get an all over tan like that will you!”, Claire goaded her, “Come on relax and get 
those bottoms off!”.

Lisa looked at both me and Rachelle for assurance and then briefly standing up she removed her 
bottoms and sat back down again. As she did so we all saw that she had practically no hair on her 
pussy. She was gorgeous.

We continued to chat for a few moments when Claire said , “If you don’t mind your old mum is gonna 
get naked too and keep Lisa company. I quite fancy some all over tanning myself” and she too stripped 
naked, sat back down and poured us all some more wine.

I could see that Claire had every intention of this being a very exciting afternoon. For her part, Rachelle 
was notably turned on by Lisa’s nudity and her nipples had started to erect. 

“Well, one for all and all for one” I said getting to my feet and stripping my own swim costume off 
whilst at the same time saying, “Come on lil’sis” to Rachelle, “Get yours off too!”

Rachelle, with almost undue eagerness, leapt to her feet and stripped.

So there we were, four women, all nude, enjoying the sun and with at three of us wanting to jump on 
Lisa and ravish her. We didn’t yet know if she might be interested but I was confident ‘mum’ would 
control the situation as beautifully as she had done up to that point and steer Lisa into our adventures 
for that day. The only problem, as I could see it, was Lisa might find the mum/daughter situation a little 
difficult and wondered if Claire had been wise to carry on the pretence. However I trusted Claire’s 
judgement and let her lead the way. She immediately ‘set the ball rolling’.

“Rachelle, it looks to me as if you’re getting yourself a little excited there dear”, Said Claire looking at 
Rachelle’s nipples, “Is it the sun on your body?”

Rachelle looked embarrassed, “Sorry Mum, it’s…well its…its Lisa being here. I’ve never been naked 
in this sort of situation with a stranger.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” Said Lisa, “I didn’t mean to embarrass anyone.”

“Nonsense” said Claire, “you’ve not embarrassed anyone Lisa. Its really nice for woman to be able to 
share each others company like this and if any of us find it just a little sexy then what’s the harm in 
that. I know the sun always makes me feel sexy, how about you Sue?”

“Oh mum!, you’re so forward always.” I chided her in a friendly way, “yeah I do feel sexy myself but 
I’m not at all embarrassed.” I said looking at Lisa.

“So Lisa” cut in ‘Mum’, “How about you? Do you get sexy when you sun bath naked?”

“Always.” Was her simple reply.

“And what,” Claire continued, “do you do about it?”

“Do about it?” asked Lisa.

“Oh come on Lisa, are you telling me that you come here to sun bath naked three times a week, that 
doing so makes you sexy and that you do nothing about it?” asked Claire with a broad smile on her 
face.  

Lisa smiled back and replied, “Well sometimes I…well, you know…I sometimes entertain myself if 
you know what I mean.”

“No”, laughed Claire, “I don’t know what you mean. Explain.”

Lisa smiled at Claire but then looked at her in a slightly puzzled way glancing at myself and Rachelle.

“Oh don’t be shy Lisa, My daughters are women of the world. Now you were about to tell us all how 
you entertain yourself.” Said Claire, “and make sure you include all the details” I added.

Lisa was now quiet relaxed in our company and aided by the wine answered, “Well after a few hours in 
the sun I occasionally play with myself a little. You know just general stuff.  I like to play with my 
nipples and then my pussy. Sometimes its just gentle caressing for maybe an hour or more and 
sometimes, if the mode take me, it’s a more frantic session where I simply bring myself off real quick 
and dirty.”

“And how do you feel today Lisa,” prompted ‘Mum’.

Lisa, once again looking at me and Rachelle, to make sure this as alright with us, said with a smile “Oh 
today I think its more quick and dirty!”

“Well don’t let us stop you. We wouldn’t want to spoil your fun would we girls.”

“Not at all !”, both Rachelle and I said in unison.

“What now?” said Lisa.

“Yeah, go on!”, I said, “I dare you. Let’s see you enjoying yourself Lisa.”

“Well alright then.” She said, “but I expect to see you in return.”

With that Lisa laid back onto the sand and raised her knees up, tucking her feet to her heels. Her bald 
pussy was immediately exposed to us. She wasted no time in starting to frig herself with fingers of both 
hands and started to groan and shout obscenities.

She was going to come quickly and we all knew it. Rachelle already had her hand to her cunt and was 
wanking herself as she intently watched Lisa’s show.

Claire had sat beside me and we were mutually caresses each other’s breast as we too watched Lisa as 
she neared an orgasm.

For her part Lisa continued to pump herself frantically, playing to her audience and swearing all the 
time, “Come on watch me, watch we frig myself you filthy bitches, watch me come for you…”. With 
that she arched her back, lifted her bottom of the sand and started to come and come before collapsing 
back down and immediately looking up at us to see our response.

As she did so she was obviously shocked to see Claire caressing me her ‘daughter’.

“God grief, Claire, you do it with your daughters!?” she said.

Claire responded, “Me and my girls share everything, including each other. Is that too shocking for you 
Lisa?”

“No not at all Claire”, Lisa replied, “It’s a real turn on. Can I watch you fuck. Will you fuck you girls 
for me Claire?…Please…”

Claire didn’t answer, she simple turned to me and kissed me deeply. Breaking off she then laid me on 
my back and crawled between my legs. She opened my pussy lips and started to lick and suck on my 
clit. As she did so she made sure she positioned herself so that Lisa was directly behind with a full view 
of her pussy and arse. For myself I was finding the situation a real turn on and called to Rachelle to 
come over and let me lick her. Rachelle, with her usual enthusiasm, immediately sat astride my face 
and held herself open before lowering herself onto my tongue. 

So there the three of us were, Claire sucking me and me sucking Rachelle whilst our newfound friend 
looked on. Lisa had started to frig herself for a second time and again started talking dirty, “Come on 
Claire, fuck your little girls for me. Fuck and suck them Claire. I want to see them come for their 
‘mummy’.”

Lisa’s dirty talk was having a great effect on both myself and Rachelle and we both started to spurt our 
juices. Me into Claire’s face and Rachelle, pouring her cum into my mouth.

From the corner of my eye I saw Lisa stand and walk towards us. She then stood astride my tummy, 
crouched down and before I knew what was happening started to piss onto me. I was instantly shocked, 
as was Claire, but at the same time immensely turned on by the dirtiness of it. I could say nothing, 
nearing an orgasm I simply lay there and let her shower me. 

Claire obviously liked Lisa’s contribution saying, “Oh yes, Lisa, go on, piss all over my little girl.”

I don’t think Rachelle was paying any attention other than to her own pleasure. She certainly didn’t 
seem to be listening or to have realised what Lisa was doing. Only when she too felt the splashes of 
Lisa’s piss on her back did she turn to see what was happening. Realising she was not at all sure about 
Lisa urinating, I grabbed hard of Rachelle’s thighs and held her in position over my face. As I 
continued to lick her pussy Lisa now started to piss down Rachelle’s back and onto her shoulders 
which let the warm stream flow down over her breasts and tummy and onto my face.

It was the first time I had been involved in watersports and I have to say it was fantastic. I came to the 
most sensuous orgasm I had had for a long, long time and felt Rachelle shaking as she too peaked.

Lisa stepped away for a moment as Claire, I and Rachelle regained our composure

Claire immediately spoke to Lisa, “You surprised me there Lisa. I really didn’t expect you to be into 
watersports” 

“Sorry girls!” said Lisa, “I just got so carried away by seeing you all together like that. It was so 
naughty and when I get really turned on I’ve always had a keenness for a bit of pissing fun. I really 
sorry if I’ve upset you.”

I spoke up, “Lisa, as far as I’m concerned you can piss on me anytime” I said with a smile, “It felt 
really good but now its your turn. Come on mum and you Rachelle” I added as I stood and gently laid 
Lisa down on the sand.

“Bring yourself off again Lisa”, I Said and I, Claire and Rachelle stood around her and each of us, held 
ourselves open and started to empty our own bladders on Lisa. She went wild as our piss drenched her, 
finger fucking herself in her cunt and arse at the same time. Bucking wildly and, as we had now come 
to expect, shouting the most disgusting things imaginable. Lisa really was a very dirty lady

After we had finished and Lisa had finished herself we all sat down and hugged each other for what 
must have been half an hour or more. Our day at the beach had taken an unexpected turn but had been 
our greatest adventure yet. We spent the rest of our day at the cove swimming, eating the picnic and 
eating each other in every combination you could imagine.

Late in the afternoon as we gathered our things to depart, Lisa said that it had been a fantastic 
experience for her to make love to us, enhanced by the naughtiness of us being Mother and daughters. 
She said she couldn’t wait to get home and tell her husband.

“He won’t mind?” Rachelle asked somewhat innocently.

“Oh not at all!” said Lisa, “he loves to hear what I get up to here at the cove but this will truly blow his 
mind… and his cock!”


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The Seminar – Part4.

That evening, Rachelle was on duty but Claire and myself sepnt the evening together recounting our 
day’s adventures in all their dirty detail and generally enjoying each other’s company both 
intellectually and physically. We agreed that a return trip to the cove would be good and wondered if 
we made it the very next day whether Lisa would have the same idea and be there again. If she were we 
decided that we would keep up the pretence of being Mother/Daughter.

“What about Rachelle?”, Claire asked, “Do you think we are leading her into things she might regret?”.

I replied that as far as I was concerned at no time had Rachelle been forced or obliged to do anything 
and she certainly had the option not to join us on our return to the cove. Nevertheless I thought it would 
be nice to ask her.

After our supper, which was served in Claire’s room, I phoned Rachelle on her mobile and asked if she 
was available for the next day. She said that she was on duty but a day out with us was much more 
agreeable and that she would swap shifts. We arranged to meet early the next morning.

As to the seminar, both Claire and I agreed that we wouldn’t be missed and Claire added that she 
would make sure we got copies of all hand-outs and presentation slides to review in our own time. So it 
was set, we would spend another day in the ‘great outdoors’ enjoying some beautiful and some real 
dirty sex together and if luck was on our side, meet Lisa once again.

The next day dawned bright and sunny with a gentle breeze. It was just so perfect. We all met as agreed 
and, once again using Claire’s car, set off for the cove. 

“Did anyone think of food?” I asked.

“I just want to eat you two.” Replied Rachelle with a giggle.

“Don’t worry.” Said Claire in a very motherly tone, “I got a couple of those disposable bar-b-que’s and 
a few sausages, burger and salad and loads of wine and beer. I loaded it into the boot earlier.”

“Why the beer?” I asked, “I didn’t think any of us were beer drinkers.”

“Well I wondered,” said Claire, “how you two felt about the ‘watersports’ yesterday. Surprisingly, I 
thought it was really sexy and you two seemed to feel the same. At least you said so to Lisa. Or were 
you just being polite?”

I replied, “No, I really did like it. It surprised me too. I’ve never done that before and the idea doesn’t 
generally appeal to me but once it happened it sort of made the sex dirty, if you know what I mean.”

Rachelle said that she could take it or leave it but that it certainly didn’t bother her to do it again.

“So that’s what the beer is for?” I asked, “You really have been planning ahead haven’t you Claire.”

“Well” said Claire, “A few glasses of wine is going to do the trick is it? I figured bulk liquid was what 
we needed.”

We arrived at the cove in what seemed no time at all. I think it was the excitement we were all feeling 
that made the journey go so fast. Having parked and checked to see if there was obviously anyone 
around we made our way down the path onto the beach. The cove was as beautiful and peaceful as it 
had been the day before. Totally deserted; we could have been on a desert island. The sun shone, waves 
lapped the beach and gently broke over the few rocks into the rock pools. We all set about laying out 
towels, a couple of picnic rugs and two large sun umbrellas. These would not only protect us from the 
sun but also afford some extra privacy in the unlikely event of someone approaching down the path. 
Once we had set up ‘camp’ we all stripped down to our bathing costumes. Rachelle wore a skimpy g-
string bikini whilst Claire and I had both opted for one-piece suits. 

We spent the first hour or so just chatting and enjoying a glass of wine. Then Claire said that the heat 
was getting her ‘in the mood’ and she started to gently rub her pussy through the material of her 
swimsuit. Rachelle and I, seeing no reason to rush, simply relaxed and watched as Claire closed her 
eyes and enjoyed her self-massage. She groaned quietly and with her free hand started to caress and 
pinch her nipples, again through her swimsuit.

Rachelle, now touching herself, urged Claire on, “Come on Mum”, she said jokingly, “cum for your 
little girls. We want to see you all juicy, don’t we Sue?”

“Yeah come on Claire”, I said, “don’t be a spoil sport, show us that beautiful pussy”

Claire sat up, pulled down the straps of her suit and then rolled it down to her waste. Her nipples were 
proud and bright red from the rubbing and pinching they had been getting. Claire then stood and pulled 
her costume right off before laying back down on her towel with her knees in the air and her legs 
spread. 

“That’s the way!” I said.

Claire’s cunt was extremely wet as she again put her hand to it and continued her masturbation. She 
pushed a single finger into herself and slowly but with a deliberate rhythm fucked herself whilst 
rubbing her clit with her thumb. She started lifting and dropping her backside of the towel and with 
each lift pushed harder and further in with her finger. She seemed now oblivious to Rachelle and I as 
her masturbation got faster and faster and her groans became louder. “Fuck me, fuck me,…oh yes…oh 
god…. Yes fuck me, oh come on fuck me, do it to me” she cried and she started to cum. As before, 
Claire’s orgasm produced just loads of juice that ran onto her arse and dripped down as she held herself 
off the towel. Rachelle and I did nothing to interrupt her pleasure. We just watched and enjoyed the 
show.

When finished Claire sat up and smiled. “God that was a good start to the day”, she said, “now for a 
dip to wash myself and freshen up”. With that she got up and walked naked to the water. Her body was 
just so gorgeous and sexy. Rachelle and I decided to follow. Rachelle removed her bikini top and we 
both walked to the water and plunged in with Claire.

After some time splashing and swimming Claire said that she was going back to the beach and would 
start to get some food organised whilst me and Rachelle decided to carry on swimming for a while. 
Around ten minutes latter I looked up to see two people coming down the cliff path top the cove. Claire 
was still naked on the beach and I started to wave to warn her. She saw me and looked up. I could see 
that she had now seen the people but made no attempt to cover herself. She simply continued with 
lunch preparations. I wasn’t wholly surprised as Claire was quite forward when it came to her 
sexuality. 

Rachelle then said to me “Isn’t that Lisa, the women from yesterday?”

“It could be” I said but who’s the man?

“It must be her husband” Rachelle replied, “Maybe she’s bought him along to join our fun. Wouldn’t 
that be good!”

I wasn’t so sure that it would be, whilst Rachelle was definitely bi and I certainly enjoyed a man from 
time to time I thought Claire was probably and exclusively lez. Whatever, and whoever they were, they 
were here now and that was that. I figured we might as well just make the most of our day and enjoy 
the beautiful surroundings. Whilst we swam I kept an eye on the couple and saw the woman get up and 
wonder over to Claire. I was intrigued. Claire latter told me what had transpired.

It was indeed Lisa and her husband Paul who had turned up but has they walked passed Claire on the 
beach they had blanked her. Then a few yards passed Lisa had looked over her shoulder, smiled at 
Claire and put her finger to her lips as if to say ‘sush, keep the secret.” Claire being the switched on 
lady she was, immediately realised that Lisa was playing some game and made no attempt to say hello.

As I had noticed, some ten minutes latter Lisa had wandered over to Claire to talk.

“Hi” she said quietly.

“Hi Lisa, replied Claire, “why did you pretend not to recognise me when you arrived?”

Looking over at her partner Lisa said, “That’s Paul my husband. I thought I would bring him with me 
today to see if we can all have some fun. I haven’t yet told him about yesterday and thought if I 
pretended not to know you we could really surprise him.”

“So what have you told him you’re doing now?” asked Claire.

“Oh I just said that I would ask you if you might have some spare sun-lotion as I forgot to bring ours.” 
Lisa replied.

“So he doesn’t suspect anything?”

“No absolutely nothing! Although he did mention how gorgeous you were as we walked past just now. 
I think your blatant nudity surprised and excited him.” Said Lisa.

“So what have you got in mind?” Claire asked.

“Well when Sue and Rachelle come back from their swim you brief them and encourage them to get 
naked. Just the sight of you three in the nude will get Paul going. I’m going to tease him until he’s so 
excited he’ll fuck me then and there on the beach right in front of you. You then walk over demanding 
an apology for his lewd behaviour in front of your daughters and threaten to report him to the 
police……unless, of course, he’s prepared to do as you say! I’ll convince him that doing what you say 
is better than getting a rap for lewd behaviour and then he’s yours for the rest of the day. We can really 
have some fun gently humiliating him. So what do you think?”

“I think” said Claire, “that you are a very naughty lady with just a wonderful sense of humour. He 
won’t be angry will he?”

“Good god no!” said Lisa, “he may protest but secretly it will be a dream come true for him to be ‘at 
the mercy’ of you and your girls! Now lend me some sun cream and I’ll get back to him. All agreed?”

“All agreed!” said Claire.

Rachelle and I returned from our swim some fifteen minutes latter and as we flopped down on our 
towels, Claire immediately briefed us and explained that we must pretend not to know Lisa. We both 
thought the plan was going to be real fun and immediately stripped off to get an all over tan. Rachelle, 
over acting as usual, kept lifting herself to her knees and turning from her back to her front. Each time 
she did so she made sure Lisa and Paul got a full view of her arse and pussy from their position just a 
little further up the beach. We could see that each time she did this, Paul was making sure to look and 
obviously telling Lisa how much he was enjoying the view.

We then saw that Lisa had laid herself next to Paul and was beginning to stroke his cock through his 
shorts. Then she carefully pulled his shorts a little way down his thighs and fully exposed his already 
erect prick. Paul had his eyes closed by now and was just enjoying his wife’s attentions. Then Lisa 
lowered her head and we could see she was now openly giving him a blowjob. The poor man was 
trying to pretend nothing was happening but he was clearly on the verge of cumming. Before he did so, 
Lisa pulled herself to her knees and carefully pulled her bikini bottom off. The she straddled Paul’s 
cock and lowered herself onto it. Paul was obviously concerned that his wife’s blatant display was a bit 
too much in front of ‘strangers’ and almost tried to pull her off. Lisa however was determined and 
immediately started to ride his cock up and down. Paul instantly gave up his protests and started to fuck 
his wife. After a few minutes Lisa pulled off him and knelt on all fours. Paul too knelt up and looked 
over at us. He looked both worried and excited at the same time but too excited to stop himself. He 
positioned himself behind Lisa, entered her and started pumping her in full view of us all. 

Claire, seeing that Rachelle and I were getting excited and obviously extremely turned on herself, said, 
“keep your calm girls. Don’t let him see we’re enjoying their little show. Remember in a minute I have 
to go over and pretend to protest my disgust!”

Claire waited until Paul was getting close to orgasm. “I want to get over there just at the point of no 
return. When he just can’t stop himself. That way I get to see him shoot his load. Maximum 
embarrassment for him!” she said. 

Just a couple of minutes latter, and timed to perfection, Claire stood up and marched over to Paul and 
Lisa. It took only seconds to reach them by which time Paul, having noticed her approaching, was 
trying to pull away from his wife’s cunt. However Lisa was having none of it and simply rode 
backwards to keep his cock inside her. Then just as Claire reached them Lisa pulled forward releasing 
his cock as he started to cum. “Oh God!” Paul shouted as his prick sprang free and started to spray cum 
into the air. The first two blasts landed onto Lisa’s back but as Paul panicked and swung round, the 
next two loads shots out of his cock head and straight onto Claire’s legs and feet. Paul looked mortified 
as Lisa fell to the sand and pretended to cover herself up. 

Paul grabbed his now dripping cock in his hands and started to gibber. “God I sorry!…I’m so sorry 
lady. I didn’t mean to so that.   God I’m sorry!”

“So you should be!” shouted Claire, “How dare you behave like this in public and in front of my 
daughters! They may be grown women but for God’s sake they didn’t come here to see you fucking 
like rabbits. I going to report you to the police!”

Lisa butted in, “Please don’t do that. My husband and I got carried away and you three are all nude. It 
just got us so turned on we couldn’t help ourselves.”

“Nude sunbathing and fucking are two entirely different things!” said Claire.

“Well please don’t take it further.” begged Paul, “We’ll behave ourselves for the rest of the day I 
promise.”

“Oh you will indeed behave if you don’t want to be reported” retorted Claire.

“What do you mean?” said Paul.

“If you don’t want to be reported, you will do exactly as I say for the rest of the day. Exactly what I say 
with no arguments!” said Claire.

Paul looked puzzled and asked, “Exactly what have you got in mind lady?”

“Firstly my name is not ‘lady’ it is Claire!, she said sternly and continued, “What I have in mind is that 
you will be a slave for me and my daughters for the rest of the day.”

Paul looked even more puzzled.

Claire continued, “…and your duties will include everything from preparing our food to performing on 
demand.”

“Performing! What do you mean? Said Paul.

“Well if you like to have sex in front of other people I’m sure I can think of a few similar tricks for you 
to perform!” said Claire.

Paul replied, “Hey I’m not sure about this lady…sorry….I mean Claire.”

Then Lisa interrupted him, “Look honey, I think under the circumstances it might be better to do as this 
lady says. We don’t want an hassle and anyway it might be fun.”

“Fun?” shouted Paul, “It’s not you that has to be their slave is it!”

“Its up to you!” said Claire.

“He’ll do it!”, said Lisa on Paul’s behalf.

Paul was beaten and simply sat himself down on the sand looking lost. A quiet day on the beach had 
suddenly changed into something he hadn’t expected in his wildest imagination.

“I will begin by explaining to my girls what your ‘punishment’ for lewd behaviour is to be. Then when 
I wave you over you and your wife will come and join us. You will remain naked and”, turning to Lisa 
continued, “you will remove your bikini top so you too are nude. Now I will ask you once more – Do 
you agree?”

“Yes!” said Lisa with almost too much enthusiasm.

“Yes.” Said Paul sheepishly, “I’ll do it, I suppose.”

“Right! Now I suppose I’d better know your names.”

“I’m Lisa and this is my husband Paul”, said Lisa trying desperately to pretend that she had never set 
eyes on Claire before..

Then turning to Lisa Claire gave a little wink and walked back over to Rachelle and myself. She 
explained what she had told them and we all agreed that this had the potential to be serious fun. Claire 
then reminded us that Paul and Lisa thought we were her daughters and that we should therefore let her 
give all the instructions. All we had to do was enjoy the fun!

Claire then waved Lisa and Paul over. They stood up and walked slowly towards us. 

“Sit down.” Said Claire to them, “Let me introduce you, this is Sue and this is Rachelle my daughters. I 
have explained to them that you have agreed to act as our servants for the rest of today as an acceptable 
punishment for your lewd behaviour. We were all most shocked to see you fucking your wife!”

Paul looked very embaressed and Lisa tried to look the same but really couldn’t help a little smile in 
my direction.

“Paul, shortly we shall have some bar-b-q lunch which you shall cook for us all. However first, and 
since you like performing in public, you will put on a little show for us. I require that you get that little 
prick of yours hard again and masturbate for us. We expect a good show and a good deal of cum. Do 
you understand.”

Paul looked at each of us in turn and then answered Claire, “Okay I suppose I have no choice but I only 
came a few minutes ago.”

“That’s your problem, just make sure you cum quickly and with a good load. I’m sure with four naked 
women in front of you, you can manage something for us.” Said Claire.

If truth be told Paul had started to get firm almost as soon as he sat next to us. I don’t think he could 
really believe that he was surrounded by so much naked pussy and suspected that the idea of being our 
slave for a day was probably turning him on quite a lot.  

“I think we’ll have you standing for this.” Claire added.

Paul stood up and staying near to Lisa, for comfort, he started to slowly pull his cock. It was erect in a 
matter of seconds and started to show the gleam of pre-cum over its head. As he wanked himself Paul 
kept looking at each of us in turn. He really was enjoying it, playing to his audience. It was no more 
than a minute before he bent his knees and was obviously near to cumming.

“That’s quick Paul, good boy, now make it a big load!” said Claire, “You will cum in your wife’s face. 
Do you understand.”

“Yeah, yeah” he panted and he shuffled into position in front of Lisa and started a few last pumps on 
his cock. His knees bent a little further and he started to shoot. It was indeed a good show with a truly 
huge amount of cum spraying Lisa’s hair, face and dribbling down onto her tits. Paul then fell to his 
knees and looked at Claire for approval.

“Excellent!” she said, “you are indeed a good slave Paul. Now you can start the cooking whilst we 
sunbathe.” Turning to Lisa Claire said, “Lisa, leave Paul’s cum on your face until food is ready. Then 
we shall wash it off.”

“Yes Claire,” said Lisa obediently.

Paul then set about preparing and cooking lunch whilst the four of us girls lounged in the sun and 
chatted. It seemed somewhat surreal to chat to Lisa who still had a faceful of cum dripping onto her 
breasts as we talked. Both I and Rachelle couldn’t resists rubbing ourselves from time to time, turned 
on as we were by Paul’s performance and Lisa’s state. When Paul announced that lunch was ready 
Claire piped up, “If we are ready to eat then I suggest Lisa is cleaned up. Rachelle and Sue you will 
now clean the spunk from Lisa’s face and body.”

I reached for a paper towel but was interrupted by Claire, “no not with that.” She said, “I think it needs 
washing off, don’t you girls? I think you know what I mean.”

Rachelle and I looked at each other and immediately clicked as to Claire’s intentions. We both stood up 
and next to Lisa. Then holding ourselves open we started to pee onto her face and body. Lisa loved it 
grabbing handfuls of our piss and washing her husband’s cum from her hair, face and body with our 
golden streams. I don’t think Paul could believe what he was seeing and obviously expected Lisa to 
object, but she didn’t. Lisa lapped it up and started to not only clean herself but to also rub her pussy as 
we pissed. She bought herself of before Rachelle and I had even finished. It was obvious that we were 
all in a very high state of arousal.

“Excellent!” exclaimed Claire, “now we shall all eat and drink. There’s plenty of wine and beer but I 
recommend the beer. Its all about volume.” She said rather cryptically and with a knowing smile from 
ear to ear. 

We spent a great hour or so eating the bar-b-q, drinking plenty and chatting. Both Lisa and more 
importantly, Paul seemed to relax a good deal although he did spend almost the entire time in a semi-
erect state.

After lunch Claire once again took charge, “We shall now play some games. First is the fountain 
competition. The four of us girls will each, and at the same time, produce our best pee fountains. The 
highest fountain will be the winner!”

“And what’s the prize?” asked Rachelle.

“The winner will get to nominate Paul’s next punishment.” Replied Claire.

With that the four of us all laid next to each other and spreading our legs and lifting our hips into the air 
by resting on our elbows proceeded to pee. Four fountains of piss high into the air and with most of it 
falling back down onto ourselves and each other.

“Fucking hell!” was all that Paul could exclaim as he watched the show.

When we were all spent, it was agreed that Lisa had won with a watersports display second to none. 
This would be interesting. It was now up to her what her husband’s next ‘punishment’ would be.

“So what must Paul do now Lisa?” asked Claire.  

Lisa thought for some time and then said, “I shall keep the element of competition going. Paul will 
fuck us all in a row and the one who manages to get his cum will choose his next forfeit. Now come on 
girls on our hands and knees in a row. Let’s begin!”

We all knelt on all fours in a row and showed our cunts to Paul’s. The poor man was almost bursting at 
the sight before him.

“You will enter each of us in turn and do no more than ten strokes in each pussy before moving onto 
the next one.” Said Lisa.

Paul eagerly agreed and positioning himself behind Claire rammed himself into her up to the hilt. 
Claire, not used to cock let out a squeal as Paul pumped his cock in and out ten times. He then duly 
pulled out and moved onto me. Having pumped me the statutory ten times he then did the same to 
Rachelle and then Lisa in turn. He eventually went down the line four times before, on his fifth entry 
into me, I knew I had him. He started to buck and swear as soon as he entered me and by his fourth 
thrust started to cum inside me. Once he was spent and pulled out I rolled away from him and shouted 
“I win, I win!”

“Well done Sue!” said the other and asked what my choice of forfeit for Paul would be next. 

“In by bag, I happen to have a strap-on dildo.” I said. “Since Paul has now fucked all of us I intend that 
his next task is to be fucked by one of us!”

“No way!” said Paul.

Claire cut in, “Oh yes you will. You agreed to be our slave and you will do our bidding. Now who is to 
be the lucky women?”

We all put our hands in the air like expectant schoolgirls.

“Sorry girls.” said Claire, “As your mother I have seniority. I will fuck Paul in his arse with Sue’s dildo 
and you will all play with yourselves as you watch.”

It was clearly Claire’s final word and we quietly agreed.

“Paul, position yourself.” Instructed Claire as she put on my dildo and lubricated the head with butter. 
“Are you ready?” she asked as she knelt behind Paul’s arse and placed the head of the dildo against 
him.

Paul looked at Lisa for help but she simply looked him in the eye and whispered, “I always wanted to 
see this Paul. Enjoy your fucking!”

With that Claire pushed hard on the dildo and it suddenly punched its way into Paul’s arse. He shouted 
in shock as it entered him. Claire then paused before starting to fuck the dildo in and out of Paul’s arse 
as we all shouted encouragement and played with ourselves as we looked on. Paul grimaced at first but 
then obviously started to enjoy the experience of being fucked and started to moan his own 
encouragement to Claire to fuck him harder. Claire duly obliged and started riding him hard and fast. 
As she did so Paul’s hand reached to his own cock which he started to pumped in time with Claire’s 
strokes. After a few minutes he started to shout that he was cumming and then started to empty his 
balls onto the sand below.

Claire pulled out of him, triumphant! And the two of them sat back on the sand to watch Rachelle, 
myself and Lisa as we all started to lick each other’s pussies to orgasm.

By late afternoon we had fucked, sucked and pissed on each other until we were all truly exhausted.

We ended the day as the afternoon sun started to cool and agreed that all had thoroughly enjoyed the 
day’s adventures. We said goodbye to Lisa and Paul still with them ignorant of the fact that Claire, 
Rachelle and myself were in fact not related at all and with Paul having no idea that the day’s events 
had been set up by his own dear wife. I wondered if he would ever be told.

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