Sunday Morning - Chapter 4 free porn video

Alright. Here is chapter 4 of this odd tale. Hope everyone likes it so far. Still having fun with it. After this chapter, Rin and I are going to make a bit of a side story involving a character in this chapter. That will allow us to show off the darker side of this town. Anyways, enjoy the read, and don't forget to comment and leave some sort of review. Even a simple "I liked this story" would be nice to hear once in a while. We also want to make sure everyone understands this story. If not, we'll try to make up for that in the next chapter :3 --- "See, I told you it was a bad idea to move..." Ariel had been on the phone for over an hour, talking about Ariel's obviously bad decision to move to this town. It was all so topsy turvy, and it was starting to wear on her nerves. A month had passed since they first pulled into the driveway, but it felt more like an eternity what with her neighbor and the people of this town. "Yeah, well I couldn't stay there! You know that. I thought this place would have been better for the both of us, you know..." she told her everything, about how worried and, honestly, afraid of Camilla she was, about how strange the town was...the only thing she neglected to mention was Vanille. There was no way to ignore that the woman held a certain sway over her but saying it out loud felt like confirming she had feelings for another woman. Ariel would say she was drugged somehow but she hadn't had a thing before hand. It was just something that happened. It was bizarre how sudden she turned from a woman with no interest in the same she to a quavering, dripping wet, shy little girl whenever they were in the same room. It was even worse now that she spent time at that cursed caf?! It paid the bills and then some but the teenagers were much too handsy and crass and that wasn't even the worst thing. Camilla was, of course. She didn't say a single word after what happened in the bathroom. In fact, they barely made eye contact. However, Ariel couldn't help but let her eyes drift over to her when things slowed down. Why did it have to be HER that gave her the first foreign touch she had?!? And why in the good name did she have to be so good at it?! Those fingers...they reached places she didn't even know she had and worked them so well that.... "Hey, Ariel, you okay there, Sugar?" Ariel snapped out of it and apologized quickly. What was she thinking? She was lonely after losing her husband, yes, and she did have what she referred to as a healthy sex drive, others would call it being a slut, but she wasn't ready to accept that she was so horny that she'd flip to the other side that easily. Especially not for Camilla! She was past that time in her life. Ariel was wild when she was younger and thought herself more mature now. "I'm sorry, I was distracted, I'm okay!" "Good..you were making some weird noises, it had me spooked!" "Oh god!" Ariel thought, looking down to see her hand was placed firmly between her thighs. Was she rubbing herself? Over the phone?! Then that would mean her friend heard her making those kinds of noises! Luckily she didn't seem to catch on but it was still the single most mortifying thing that had happened in her life. As she listened to her friend talk she barely heard it. Her mind refused to focus and her hand refused to not venture south. She hadn't known another's touch since her husband so long ago and with the way Camilla's expert fingers worked her needy pussy over... She was a lot more discreet about it this time. Just thinking about it got her hot. Of course she wasn't thinking of Camilla but of disembodied hands and fingers. They touched, rubbed and grabbed her all over. Such soft hands caressing her all over "Mmm~ Haha, yea." Ariel answered her friend. April didn't get what was going on with Ariel. She sounded so upset just a few moments ago and now she was as calm as ever. Her childhood friend was always like this, ever since they first met at ten. It made the now 35 year old snicker. If only she knew what was going on over on that side of the call. "I still don't get how you ended up in a lesbian bar, especially with how good you look! No wonder you're getting attacked!" it was true. April was kind of jealous of Ariel's looks. She, herself, was quite a catch as well. However, she had self esteem issues that she needed to work through. It didn't help that she was "fat". Not obese but she had a little belly. Ariel liked to joke that all of the cake, April's favorite snack, went to her bust. This joke was not appreciated and she was usually jumped on for it. April did have quite a chest on her, so much so that it caused her some discomfort at times. "Yeah... I guess looking back it wasn't the best decision, but the money is good! Plus it's only for the summer after all. Come fall, I'll be back to teaching and I won't have to deal with grabby hands..." Ariel muttered, her mind shifting to how people grabbed her without remorse. While it did tick her off at one time, she couldn't help but start to ignore it since it seemed to be common practice. Young and old alike didn't seem to have a problem sticking their hands into her most private of places. "Well if you say so. I still say I should come over there. Make sure you're doin ok." April sounded like she was already on her way but Ariel told her it was okay, trying to put her fears at ease. April would laugh at this "Ah, right, right, I forgot you were a big girl now." "Haha. That's right! Now I'll call you back, alright? It's been a while. I forgot how easy it was to lose time talking with you! Thanks, I really needed this." Ariel spoke in a slightly rushed voice. She had been touching herself for quite some time and was reaching her limit. The last thing April needed to hear was Ariel climaxing so she needed to end the call quick. Time sure did fly and now that April looked she saw it was going on eleven at night. She didn't have work tomorrow but she was sure her friend did and let her go. Hanging up the phone she went to her kitchen and passed her keys. She spent some time looking at them "...it's a long drive there." April decided then that she would be going to visit, even if Ariel didn't want her to. "F-finally..." Ariel threw her cell phone down and spread her legs wide. How long had it been since she touched herself like this? Much too long, that was for sure. She had the perfect opportunity, too. Like always, Tyler was with Alison so she was all alone. The mother laid across her couch, pants forgotten in some far off corner and panties hanging onto her ankle for dear life. For months she denied herself this kind of pleasure, using work to cope with the pain of losing her husband. So many things went unsatisfied in those times but now she was able to do so much. Three fingers dove into her dripping snatch, sending honey splashing against her flesh. Ariel let out a long moan and threw her head back as she fucked herself vigorously, racing towards her orgasm. She twisted the digits about inside of herself, eliciting a mewl from her dry lips. Giving them a lick to moisten them, her parted lips now matched her lower pair, slick with liquid. Like a switch, Ariel pressed down onto her clit and set herself off. In that moment the light of her ceiling fan paled in comparison to the stars she saw. Her back arched, rising above leather time and again as she fingerbanged herself ragged, trying to milk her climax for all it was worth. Her honey squirted all over, making a mess of her seat. Slowly she came down from her orgasmic high, basking in the afterglow of her self-love making. She didn't even notice the way the leaves outside of her house shifted as a body left the brush, having satisfied her own lust for the night. The next morning Ariel was up bright and early. She kissed her son good bye and left him alone, letting him know the usual. Not to open the door for strangers, etc etc. She also added that there was no hanky panky allowed, so inviting Alison was out. It was kind of hypocritical of her given what she did, multiple times no less, last night. Today she wore a school swimsuit complete with her name and grade on the front. She couldn't read the text on the front but heard from Camilla that it meant she was in grade school, a cute little girl. For some reason Ariel couldn't think of she couldn't bring herself to get angry at this and just went in. Changing in the car was difficult and embarrassing but she, Ariel, didn't want Tyler to know about this job. As soon as she walked through the door she felt a hand palm her behind. It wasn't unexpected, though. Her bum was perfectly framed by the tight latex. It left little to nothing to the imagination and this particular customer seemed to really like it. She squeezed Ariel's ass with one hand, slipping a nice large tip into it with the other. Ariel just sighed and pulled it out, checking to make sure it was real while ignoring the way the woman behind her molested her. She had grown used to this kind of thing by now and even felt grateful. If this were a male oriented place they would have been so much rougher. Ariel appreciated the soft touch of a female. She thanked her for the generous tip and even moved back a bit, leaving her backside to be enjoyed for a bit longer as a show of gratitude. Camilla spotted this and smiled, coming over to talk "You seem to be getting into this. What happened to that shy little girl from a while ago who didn't even want to be seen? You're almost giving her a lap dance now!" Ariel gave her the look and gently patted the patron's hand to let her know she was moving "It's just for the money. I can't say this job doesn't pay me enough. I'm actually making more than I usually do, so I'm not going to complain about getting felt up. It's not me going home with blue balls." Ariel shrugged, then saw Camilla's face change. It twisted up in an strange way "Uhh, did I say something?" Camilla took her hand and looked her right in the eye "What did you just say?" "I-it was a joke, sorry. Didn't think I was that unfunny!" Ariel took her hand back, confused as to why Camilla would react so strongly. Then she remembered that Camilla was a shemale! She must of offended her somehow "Oh crap, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it!" Camilla's expression softened after hearing the apology "Oh, so you didn't mean...haha, no, it's fine, it's fine! I just misheard you. That's a strange saying to throw around with women, you know?" "My bad." Ariel breathed a sigh of relief. As tough as she tried to be she was still afraid of Camilla deep down. That was another reason why she tried to avoid her in the past. Now she had no choice but to interact with her. That was what Ariel told herself at least. With that she was off to actually start serving folks. Her first impression was way off when it came to the caf?. Beyond being grabbed every other moment they patrons and workers were actually quite nice. She even had a nice conversation with a woman during her break. Groping and money were absent from the scene and Ariel couldn't of been happier. She just wished she looked a bit more normal compared to the other woman. It was surprising to learn that Cassandra was in her fifties when she didn't look a day over thirty. With long flowing black hard, flawless olive skin and a killer smile she could have had any man or more likely woman that she chose and yet she was still single. Cassandra was drawing even more looks that Ariel and that was with a business suit! She told that she stopped here every morning for a cup of coffee before heading off to work and always felt like the center of attention. Ariel didn't doubt that, either. While there were plenty of girls rushing to and fro in various states of undress, Cassandra had that air about her. She didn't need a super short skirt, hot pink thong or a low cut top. She was a vision in just her dress shirt, long skirt and stockings. Ariel let her know this, not as explicitly but perhaps a few more times than needed, and Cassandra just smiled at each compliment. Sadly she had to get going for work "It was a pleasure to meet you, Ariel. I'll be sure to find you tomorrow." Cassandra spoke in that captivating Indian accent, holding out her hand. Ariel took the offered hand and shook it, seeing her off. The smile she wore stayed even when faced with Camilla's teasing smirk. Or was it a sneer? "Look who has a crush~" teased Camilla "It's good you can make friends. If I was your only one that'd be weird!" Ariel lowered her gaze at this comment, ignoring the little jab "She's nothing like you, thank goodness. She actually pleasant and nice and talks about things other than sex." Ariel went on naming every strong point Cassandra had and Camilla let her with the world's best poker face. On the outside she didn't show it but on the inside she was laughing hysterically. She was right on the nose! Ariel DID have a crush on Cassandra! "First Vanille and now Cassandra. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you were starting to dig women, but we all know that can't be the case. You'd never get off on some gal fingering your lady parts now would you?" Camilla was obviously referencing their time in the bathroom together, ever smiling, eyes alight with the telltale signs of a nasty bitch. Of course, like always, that look in her eyes vanished and Camilla was once more smiling genuinely like the ditz that she seemed to be. "Just be careful who you fall for in this town. Not everyone is who they seem. As put together as your crush is, she may have some skeletons in her closet. I'd hate for my best friend to become one of them..." "I'm not falling for anyone!" said Ariel with all of the conviction of an alcoholic in a bar "And you shut your mouth about that!" it was hard enough dealing with her confusing feelings without Camilla bringing THAT moment up constantly. Ever since then the woman was a lot more physical. What made it worse was Ariel didn't fight as much. A stern look or a batted hand at the most. Right now, for example, Camilla held onto Ariel's hips as they stood about, waiting for table to serve. Camilla drew attention to this by rocking Ariel back and forth and pulling her in close. Ariel just accepted it, tired of fighting her. Plus...it did feel kind of nice to be held, even by someone as perverted as this woman. Camilla knew not to go too far when Ariel wasn't excited. She had managed to get to this point even after everything she did to her. It was kind of sad when she thought about it. Ariel was so lonely and starved for any kind of attention, even if she didn't admit it, that she'd let someone like her this close. The poor thing. Camilla knew how that felt so she wanted to be closer with her but her damned urges kept her trying to be a lot more than just friends. Even now she was stiff in her undies. She almost hated herself...and then Ariel moved back just a bit too far and her behind pushed into her groin. Instantly her misgivings vanished and she was back to her normal state of mind. "Camilla, you can let go. I have to go to this table." Ariel said, sighing to herself. It was funny, really. Ariel thought the same way about Camilla that Camila thought of her. A single mother with two children, no men around as far as she knew. Of course Camilla had to turn to women. With how forward Camilla was, Ariel thought her very desperate to satisfy her. It didn't make what she did in the past okay but it was understandable at least. A little friendly petting and holding wasn't the worst thing in the world. Before Camilla even got to the table, another waitress stopped her, telling her that the boss would like to see her. It was rare that Vanille ever called the girls back for good reasons. It was normally because one of them pissed off a customer. She wasn't the type to congratulate her employees for doing what they were expected to already. Ever cautiously, she walked into Vanille's office, eyes downcast. She couldn't bring herself to look into her eyes. The slightest eye contact made her lose herself... Ariel breathed in and sat down in front of Vanille's desk, not saying anything, waiting to be addressed like a good girl... "Ariel, Ariel, Ariel..." the woman spoke slowly, chin resting on the backs of her hands. "You've only worked for me for a few weeks and already so many admirers... Dear, can you tell me what this is?" Reaching into her desk, she pulled out a white envelope. On the front was Ariel's name scrawled out in immaculate cursive script. At the tail end of the "L" was a heart and where the letter sealed itself was lipstick from a kiss. The moment Ariel took it in her hands she knew who it was from. The subtle fragrance of high quality perfume tickled her nose. "Cassandra is a good friend of mine you understand," treating this like business as always. Ariel was barely listening to her boss, thankfully. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she opened the envelope. Inside was a very formal invitation to her home, the address and even a number to call her. She couldn't help but get excited as she read it over and over. Vanille, as patient as she was, did not like to be ignored. Vanille gently turned the distracted mother to look at her, right in the end. Ariel's heart went into double time, making her feel like she was going to pass out "Now as I was saying...she is my friend and I believe you two will hit it off swimmingly. However, you should be careful. She seems to have taken a liking to you and she is a bit...clingy." Camilla had warned her as well. It was weird but she didn't care, she was so happy knowing that Cassandra liked her! She felt like she was in high school all over again! As if she knew what Ariel was thinking, Vanille smiled and let her go. "Ah, a crush. It's adorable, really." Was she that easy to read? Ariel did kind of lose it there. She had no idea what her expression was like but a poker face it wasn't. All blushes and downcast looks, Ariel coughed and tried to play it off "Y-yes, well, umm...I'm just happy to know someone else. Camilla is a...friend." She tried to be nice with her wording there "But I'd like to know more than one person!" Vanille laughed, sounding like tinkling glass in the breeze. "Well, in our small town, it's not that hard. You've just got to open up and look them in the eye..." Like she had grabbed her chin, Ariel felt her head lift up of its own accord and her eyes met the woman's gorgeous blues... --- "So are you all packed honey," Ariel asked as she was frantically getting ready. She stood in front of a hall mirror putting diamond studs in her ears. When was the last time she had gotten dressed like this? A tight black dress, hair down and wavy, makeup accentuating her beauty - no one had seen her like this since her husband had died. As she was getting ready, Tyler was getting things for his sleepover with Alison and Tasha. While he could have stayed home alone just fine, it was little Alison that told him that it was a good idea, not that he would reject of course. With his backpack full of things that she had bought him, he went downstairs where both she and his mother were waiting for him. Alison flashed her brilliant white smile and took Tyler's hand while looking Ariel up and down. She gave a wolf whistle and licked her finger, pressing it to Ariel's thigh and making a "sssh!" noise "Look at you! Who's the lucky one to get someone as beautiful as you, Ms. Ariel?" Ariel laughed and patted Alison on the head "Thank you, dear." She enjoyed the compliment and hoped that Cassandra would feel the same way. There she went again, thinking about Cassandra. Not the dinner, but the hostess herself. Maybe they were right, maybe she did have a crush. The more she tried to deny it the harder it became. It was too much weight on her mind so she finally gave up. She stopped fighting herself and her feelings, allowing herself to think "What if I really do like her?" Camilla would no doubt be overjoyed by this news. Maybe she'd even stop hitting on her. No, that's not the Camilla she knew and tolerated but still, this felt so strange. Going to another woman's house in hopes of leaving with a new life partner... "Okay kids, I'm going. Please make sure Tyler gets..." the rest was drowned out. Alison couldn't think about anything but getting Lea back. The bright smile on her face hid the anger she felt inside. "Stop calling her that ugly name, you whore." "Shut the hell up and leave us alone already!" Alison had to wait three whole days to see Lea. She was not going to wait another second so she rushed her. "Ok, ok! We get it!" Alison tried to sound as if she were joking and did a great job at hiding the malice in her voice. Snacks? Alison would be sure to give Lea plenty to stuff her cute tummy. Bed time? Lea wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon if she had a say in it. Ariel checked the time and gasped. She was going to be late! She kissed Tyler on his cheek and said goodbye to Alison "See you hon...are you okay?" Alison bit her lip and nodded. She almost got carried away there. How dare this slut kiss her Lea...? "Yes ma'am! Just, umm, can't wait to play with h- my best friend!" Ariel thought it was just darling how the two of them hit it off. Maybe if it kept going this way she'd have some grandkids? That was a long time from now, though. Now she had to run, a hard feat in her footwear of choice, and get to her car. Soon she was speeding off, heading to meet Cassandra. The moment the door closed behind her was the moment the real Alison showed herself "Finally~ she was getting so annoying! Right, Lea?" Tyler, or Lea as it were, meekly nodded, not wanting to disagree with Alison. She didn't want to speak either. Alison hated when people spoke while she spoke. She made this mistake once...the punishment was more than enough to teach her to behave. "I mean, Goddess!" Alison flopped down onto a seat, pulling Lea into her lap. She pet Lea like a puppy "Who does that old slut think she's fooling? We both know she's trying to get herself fucked!" Lea knew this Alison. She was angry, letting all of her venom out now so that they could be "happy" together later "And she had the nerve to kiss you without my permission! How dare she?!?" Lea shivered as she spoke "B-but that's my mommy..." the glare she got nearly made her pee her fresh pair of panties. However, Alison's expression softened. "Hmm, you're right, I guess. I know how mothers are. I guess I'm just frustrated. I really missed you and I wanted to be the first kiss you got when we met again!" Alison turned Lea to face her "I love you, Cupcake." She kissed her, her tongue entering the other sissy's mouth, dominating her even in this intimate display. Alison's tongue was always on top, Lea just took everything Alison gave and, with a hand placed between Lea's thighs, Alison knew she loved it. Lea was rock hard, the bow she tied around her still in place "You haven't cum in three days...I'm sorry, Cupcake. I promise you won't have to wait much longer. Just hold on for a liiiiiiiittle bit more." Alison leaned in and licked Lea's earlobe, whispering "I have new silky things just for you..." Lea melted, her eyes glossing over. There was literally no better way now to get Lea going then the mere mention of silk. So strong was this fetish that she even snuck around her own house now, watching her mother dress. Ariel had a set of black lingerie that she wore that drove Lea crazy. One time she even slipped into Ariel's room while she was sleeping and ground herself against the soft, smooth fabric covering her mother's behind. The humiliation, shame and pure arousal she felt sent a torrent of semen all over Ariel. It was only a quick motion that saved Lea from completely coating her mother in seed. Of course Ariel knew what happened and she brought it up, telling her never to do it again. However, upon hearing it, Alison praised her for it. Allison kissed Lea once more on his cheek and snuggled in close to her, resting her chin on the innocent sissy's shoulder. "I've got big plans for us tonight you know. Momma is out tonight too, and I know where she keeps all of her fun toys~ She says that I'm too young, but what does she know?" As she spoke, her hands were lightly stroking Lea's pants. She was wearing his male clothes, jean shorts and a t-shirt. Still, Allison knew what she was hiding underneath it all. "I hate this, and I know you do too. These rough boy clothes should be burned, and once your mother sees the light, you won't ever have to wear these ever again. I bet you can't wait. I'll dress you up in silks everyday like I do now and parade you around town. I want everyone to know that you're MY doll Lea, and no one will ever touch you without my permission like it should be. Wouldn't you like that Cupcake?" Lea nodded weakly, jeans tented to max capacity. He had fallen to her wiles hard and fast, and this was only the beginning. "Now come on. Get your things and let's go to my house. We mustn't keep Tasha waiting. She's got a gift for you~" With that, the two of them left the house, being sure to lock up. Allison practically pushed Lea there, eager to get her Tasha's gift. Before long Tyler was gone and Lea arrived. She sat in her chair while Tasha and Alison walked circles around him, trying to find the perfect spot for the gift, a tattoo, to be inked on. Alison wasn't stupid, she knew that what she wanted put on Lea would make her, Lea's, mother angry. She thought and thought...then smirked "Say Tasha...you know how we were talking about "that"?" Lea was confused but Tasha nodded and looked him over "The tattoo can wait until you finish. I want to watch that anyway~" "Umm, what are you talking about?" Lea squeaked. Her voice was so small that she was asked to repeat herself. "You'll see." Alison winked, turning to go up the stairs. While Alison was gone, Tasha sat down in Lea's lap. Before he could complain she kissed him hard and winked. "Alison said it was cool...as payment for the tattoo I can play with you too. Now I'm gonna give you a biiiiiiiig hint to what it's gonna be. Alison loves marking her things. I know you've been in her room. You've seen everything labeled with her name, right? So no one will take it? Her sisters like to use some of her make up...anyway, she's going to do the same to you! Oooh, you LIKE that idea?" Tasha wriggled about, feeling the growing bulge in Lea's panties "She has you wrapped around her finger, huh? I wish I had a girlfriend like you." "Careful, Tasha, or I'll have to spank you." Alison said from the top of the stairs. Lea had no idea how she even heard Tasha but Tasha quickly went quiet . It stayed this way until Alison appeared again, her mother's box of toys in her arms. Lea was put on the couch, her hands tied behind her back so she couldn't run off or stop them from what was going to happen "It'll be scary at first but you'll love it, I promise. Do you trust me?" Of course Lea nodded. Alison giggled, kissed him and gave him a treat. While Tasha emptied the box, Alison let out Lea's prick, rubbing her silk covered feet over it. "Did you miss this Cupcake? I know I did. The way your cock just trembles when I pass my stocking covered feet over your prick~ Oh! Don't cum yet. We're just getting started..." Tasha passed her some items from the box and she held them up for Lea to see. In one hand was a latex blindfold and in the other was a bright red rubber penis gag. Peering over Allison's shoulder would reveal a treasure trove of BDSM gear laid out on the ground waiting to be used on the unsuspecting sissy. Did Lea trust Allison? Yes. It was just going to be a very long night... --- She hadn't felt like this since she was a girl asking her husband to be out. Did she really think that? The blush coming over Ariel's face would shame an apple but yes, she did feel that way. Her tummy was filled with butterflies as she sat in the woman's living room. She didn't expect Cassandra to live in such an illustrious home. Ariel couldn't get over how large the place was. Cassandra was busy readying herself and the dinner they would eat so she left Ariel in the care of a maid. The woman waited on her hand and foot and it made Ariel feel a little bad. Esmeralda was the maid's name and she looked so uncomfortable so Ariel gave her the chance to sit down. For some reason this was denied rather quickly so she didn't push the issue. Instead she took in the room. Statues of women lined the walls, impressing Ariel. They looked almost real! Before she could really get a good look, though, she heard that voice. It was nothing like Vanille, whom she felt some form of lust for. Cassandra was much more than that and seeing her dressed like she was now only made it more so. Cassandra wore her hair back in a bun, held together with a pin. Save for her deep purple lipstick she wore no make up and still was a vision of beauty. Her actual clothing consisted of a long white one strap dress that hung from one shoulder. Her cleavage was tastefully on display, enough to be eye catching, and did it ever catch Ariel's eye, but not enough to be considered trashy. The dress was loose and flowing. She wore large hooped earrings and a pearl necklace. She walked towards her guest and welcomed her "Thank you for coming. I didn't know if you would have come over. I know it was out of the blue but I do believe I've become enamored with you." The reply she got was a girly giggle that made Ariel turned away from Cassandra "Oh my, I didn't...wow, where did that come from?" "Haha, I'm happy the feeling is mutual!" Cassandra led her into the dining room "I don't like to beat around the bush so I'll tell you straight away. My intentions for calling you here today were very selfish. I told you how I felt but it's more than that. I like you, Ariel. This is more of a date than a dinner with friends. Is that okay?" Ariel expected this, knew this, HOPED for this. She held a hand to her chest, thinking about it. Was she ready to fully give in? To accept that she was attracted to another woman? Thinking about it and fantasizing was one thing, but to bring that into reality... "Don't answer just yet. You have all night. If you don't want that kind of relationship then we can continue to be friends, no hard feelings." "N-No! I mean... Wow... This is just so sudden is all. I just didn't expect..." she tried to let her feelings be known, but all that came out was flustered babbling. It made Cassandra laugh, like Vanille's sounding as sweet as tinkling glass but in a league of its own. Cassandra tilted her head and nothing more on the subject for the moment. She wasn't going to scare the mouse away. Even this close, she could easily scamper away from the cat's claws. "Do you drink? I have quite the collection you know. Perhaps a bit of bourbon? I have some that'll go down smooth. The sweet taste will linger in your mouth and tickle your pallet." "Well, I'm not so sure about that... I mean, I do have to drive home tonight..." Those words came out of her mouth, but they both knew that Ariel wouldn't be going home that night. Wordlessly, Cassandra poured them both a small shot. The golden liquid rested at the bottom of the crystal glass. "Please. Drink up. You need this." Cassandra spoke with some finality as if Ariel did not have a choice in the matter. Ariel drank it, then another, then another. Cassandra made sure she wasn't completely hammered, but just tipsy enough to make her a bit more susceptible. Ariel's cheeks were painted pink as she was given a plate of food. As was its maker, the food presented was a sight for not only the eyes but when she took her first fork full of the succulent meat she found it wasn't just an appearance. Ariel moaned in a way that made Cassandra raise her eyebrow and smirk. "Delicious!" Ariel proclaimed, biting down again and moaning once more. It was just too good! "You HAVE to give me the recipe!" Cassandra nodded and wrote it down right there for her "Now my food isn't all you came here for, I hope." She hummed, letting her dinner guest clean her mouth. Ariel felt a little bad for ignoring her and even worse for how she devoured the plate. Not very lady-like but Cassandra said nothing about it. In fact, after telling her what she had to tell earlier, Cassandra said nothing that the two of them were thinking about. Instead she shared even more interesting stories and tales and listened to Ariel's own yarns. The tension Ariel felt coming over was lifted. The slight buzz she felt didn't hurt that, either. They walked and talked as minutes turned to hours, ending up in a hallway lined with those statues "I just have to ask...who did these pieces?" Ariel asked, touching one of the statues. It felt strange, like rubber. "Oh, I did." Cassandra answered. "Oh my! A great cook, a business woman AND an artist? How do you find the time to be so amazing?" "Flattering me now? If I didn't know any better I'd think you wanted to butter me up!" Cassandra and Ariel shared a small laugh "With my business I am allowed plenty of free time to explore different hobbies. I just latched onto this one." Ariel realized she had no idea what Cassandra did so, naturally, she asked. Cassandra went quiet for a moment and then answered "I am a trainer of sorts. I make and sell videos, tapes and the like all over the country." Ariel found that a little odd. If she was so active then how could she not of known of Cassandra before this? "What exactly do you do with your training?" Never one to lie, Cassandra let her guest know what it was she did "I am in the adult industry - not strictly pornographic. I help couples who are looking to explore a specific taste they might have. It surprised even me just how lucrative this has been, you know. There seems to be a little kink in all of us, hehe." Ariel didn't know what to say about that. Adult industry? Well, it made sense given where she lived. This place certainly wasn't PG-13 by any means. Still, what she had said interested her. "What kind of kinks do people typically come to you for?" The more that Cassandra revealed about herself, the more Ariel wanted to know about her. She was like a novel filled with secrets that would only be revealed by reading it. "Well... I get different types of request. I have played the role of a nagging, controlling wife to a rich billionaire. I have been a mother to women half my age. I have been an innocent school girl on a date. People have tons of kinks that I allow them to act out with me, but the one I get the most would have to be a dominatrix. Both men and women young and old come to me wanting my services. I do not offer them sex; however I offer them the experience to know true bondage and helplessness, and so far none of them have complained. Isn't that right girls?" The question seemed out of the blue, but there was a muffled reply coming from one of the many statues around the house. This one in particular was of a woman in ballerina garb. From a distance she looked to be made out of marble white, but close up, one could see that this was in fact latex with marble as a texture. Gone were her human features, replaces with smooth rubber. She was frozen in place, unmoving besides for the occasional trembling. Before she had a chance to run off, Cassandra held onto Ariel's hands and made her look at her "They all like it. This is what they asked me for. I let them go eventually. They are only up there until their sessions run their courses." Ariel was taken aback by this. These were all people...? There was no way but as she checked each one she found that they were all people, alive and trapped in their latex prisons. Ariel shivered, eyes locking with one of the "Statues". She didn't even notice Cassandra coming behind her. Arms draped around her Ariel, hugging her close "I would never do anything against someone's will. Please don't think any worse of me." The way she held her...the way she spoke...her smell and her voice. It might have been the liquor coursing through her body but she couldn't help but relax "I've never seen anything like this before, it's all so..." she was quieted by Cassandra. She knew it now, Ariel wouldn't run. If this didn't send the little mouse scurrying off then nothing would. She was hers. Cassandra put a single finger under Ariel's chin and slowly moved closer. Ariel's eyes watered, her body trembled and soon her lips parted ever so slightly as Cassandra's met them. There, in front of each of the statues, they kissed and when it broke it was Cassandra wearing a victorious smile and Ariel ready to pass out. "O-oh God..." moaned the red haired mother of one, her knees shaking like leaves. She never had a kiss so intense. It clouded her mind, she didn't even notice that she was being moved until she felt the soft cushion of a couch underneath her. "Heh, finally." Cassandra held Ariel close to her, brushing her hair from her eyes so she could look into them "To be honest...I've wanted to do that since we met. You taste delicious." There was no going back, no sugar coating it, no more lying to herself. She had just kissed another woman and it felt so damn right. In fact she had to do it again. Ariel, of her own volition, kissed Cassandra. She didn't mind it one bit, letting it linger for a while until she disengaged "N-no, just a little longer..." Cassandra's heart fluttered, she was like a little girl "You'll get all of the kisses I can give but I think I should tell you. I do want to go further but you should know. I am futanari." The term didn't seem to register with Ariel so she simplified it "I guess you can call me a transsexual." "Oh...you are?" Ariel couldn't hide her surprise but she already knew one transsexual and she didn't think any less of Cassandra "I never thought I'd meet two in my life. Do you know Camilla? N-not to imply all of your kind knows one another! Oh God that sounded horrible!!!" Another kiss quieted Ariel, showing her that Cassandra wasn't upset "I understand, Ariel, I do. It's a very strange thing. We don't really like to come out to others for fear of being harmed. I'm shocked you haven't run from me." Run from her? That was a little extreme for learning something as insignificant as that. All that meant to Ariel was that Cassandra was even braver than she seemed. It was comforting to know that she was worthy of being told a secret like that. It almost made her want to share one of her own, but she didn't have any that came to mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft touch of lips against hers again. It snapped her out of her thoughts "Oh my, I'm sorry..." "Don't be." Cassandra giggled "It gave me time to admire your beautiful face." "Shush, you." "I mean it, even more so with that pretty brush. I could just eat you up right now. In fact..." Cassandra bit into Ariel's dress, gently peeling it off of her. She teased her with her smile, loving how Ariel reacted. The poor thing was like a frightened rabbit. She had lost her voice and all of her energy. Cassandra just couldn't help it and had to tease her more. She let the dress strap fall, revealing her bra strap "Shall I keep going?" Ariel felt her breathing coming in quick, short bursts. The strap slid off of her, then Cassandra did the same to the other. By instinct she held up her dress so it wouldn't fall. Cassandra nodded "You're right, this isn't the right place for this. Nu uh, no escaping now. You're mine for tonight, little butterfly. You're not getting out of my web~" THAT'S what she felt like. As if Cassandra were a spider toying with it's prey, her. Soon she'd be eating her up...and the idea of being "eaten" got Ariel's body shaking in anticipation. This was really happening. Ariel felt herself being taken from the couch towards a large set of stairs. She felt it in the same way that people felt themselves experiencing an out-of-body experience. It all felt so unreal, like It was someone else in an Ariel suit letting themselves be led towards the luxurious bedroom . No, it was her. She could tell when the soft cushion of a bed met with her behind. Cassandra was on her at once, continuing to bite at her clothing, using her teeth to undress her. It happened slowly, giving Ariel plenty of time to stop her. Cassandra wanted her to remember this. She wanted Ariel to remember every last moment of this night. How she, Ariel, let herself be stripped to her bare skin and be ravaged by another woman. Ariel gave no resistance though, having no doubt in her mind that this is what she longed for. Unclothed now, with her dress lying off to the side of the bed, she had nothing on but her bra and panties. The black, silken lingerie fell away as well, revealing parts that had remained unseen. Cassandra nestled her head in-between Ariel's breasts. While they were not much to speak of, Ariel was turned on by them all of the same as the much more experienced woman blew her warm breath across her stiff nipples. At once they stiffened, becoming two hard bullets. Taking the initiative, Cassandra took the left nipple in her mouth, tenderly sucking on it while her other hand played with her right breast, palm resting on top of the other nipple. It had been a long time since someone had touched her in this way. Sure Camille had forced her hands in places that they shouldn't, but this was on a whole different level. This was the kind of treatment that you got from an attentive lover. Not even her husband had been this good. They frequently skipped the foreplay, and when they had done a little, he was always too rough. Cassandra on the other hand knew how to take things in stride. She knew when to suck, lick, and scrape her nipple with her teeth, causing her to mewl in passion. "Now, now Kitten, I know you can't be satisfied with just that, right?" Cassandra asked deviously, backing off of Ariel. Unlike her, Cassandra was still fully clothed, but that was about to change as she loosened the single strap of her dress, exposing her own bust. She went braless, yet her large bust showed no signs of sagging, sitting high on her chest. Her large brown areola stuck out, puffy and long like baby bottle caps. Of course she wouldn't settle for just that, she wanted more. Much more. As meekly as a shy bookworm trying to ask the football superstar out, she sat up and fumbled over her words. Cassandra would have none of it and did not response, even when she knew exactly what she was being asked "You have to speak up, Kitten, or I do nothing for you." Before she tried speaking again Cassandra cut her off "And don't kittens make a certain noise?" "There's no way I could do that!" at the least, Ariel found her voice quickly. "Ah, then I guess we're finished here." Cassandra grabbed her dress and started to pull it up. She knew Ariel would break, though. She wouldn't let this get away after getting so close. "M-meow!" Ariel meowed, then instantly covered her face up, hiding it in shame. What she felt next made chills run up and down her spine. Cassandra had sat down and started to pet her. Her hands ran through Ariel's hair and down her back, making her arch it. She really was treating her like a kitten... "Come on, Kitten, you can do it..." she assured her. Ariel looked and saw a face that was not teasing or mocking her, but encouraging her. Cassandra wanted Ariel to let go completely, to give herself into the moment. The stroking, the soft words, the closeness, it all wore Ariel down. No one besides the two of them would know, she could do whatever she pleased, right? Ariel, with help from her lover-to-be, put her hands down. Her eyes were teary as she spoke again "M-meow...can I-" "Can Ariel." Cassandra corrected her. "C-c-can Ariel see everything? She wants to see Cassandra naked." Just talking like this, being put into the role of a pet, had the single mother soaking Cassandra's bed with her juices. Her hands balled up in the sheets, watching as Cassandra stood up and nodded. Wordlessly she let the dress fall, revealing her panties. The right side was stuffed to bursting with what was unmistakably a very large, very stiff penis. Ariel couldn't take her eyes off of it. It fascinated and scared her at the same time. There was no way she could take that. Cassandra had a little fun with her Kitten by moving her hips back and forth. Ariel's gaze stayed locked on it even when she moved and her eyes would widen whenever she flexed it "You look like you've never seen one before." Remarked the futanari as she tugged down on her panties, drawing her massive trouser snake along with them. Ariel could see the rigid shaft, veins lining it's surface. "Never one this big..." Ariel answered when she finally could. She swallowed hard, the anticipation she felt from just how slow Cassandra took it when revealing her member in its full majesty driving her insane. No matter how much she willed it Cassandra kept herself inside of her panties. She let them snap back up and instead pulled the fabric over herself, letting Ariel know just what she was in for. It beat her husband's size by a mile and even Camilla would be put to shame. Ariel wasn't good with sizing things up on sight alone but she couldn't help but think if Cassandra's cock was an option at subway it'd be on the five dollar foot long menu. The older woman couldn't help but laugh, but the comment wasn't unexpected. Not many men had a cock as large as hers. She could control its rigidity, a feat that no one she knew could accomplish as well as she. If she wanted, she could force herself soft and make Cassandra get her hard again, but she had other things in mind. Playing along with her kitten was just much too fun. "Now then Kitten, I think it's about time you take care of your owner, don't you think? Let's put that tongue of yours to use~" Cassandra laid back against her pillow, her panties stretched out by her massive member, signaling it as being strictly off limits for now. She smiled invitingly and crooked her finger, beckoning Ariel to follow. She snapped her fingers when Ariel started to come over, walking upright on her knees. "Kittens walk on all fours," she said sternly with a bit of an edge in her voice yet never killing the mood. Her dominating will made Ariel blush with shame, but she obeyed anyway, walking on her knees like an animal. She crawled over her "owner," pussy mere centimeters above her owner's thick rod. Ariel wasn't sure what to do at this point, but Cassandra helped her out, guiding her to her head to her left breast to suckle at. "Kittens love their milk, don't they?" Cassandra spoke softly, running her slender fingers through Ariel's hair in time with her rhythmic sucking. It wouldn't be long before milk actually started to flow out of her! It was both warm and sweet to the taste. At first Ariel was repulsed, but gradually she came to love it like a real kitten would, suckling eagerly for the cream. Cassandra had her switch off, letting her sip until she was full of her milk. She hoped that Ariel didn't think she was being too mean. It seemed like she didn't so that was good. They didn't do anything else for a while. Cassandra held Ariel close, petting her and making her purr both intentionally and not. Ariel's head rested on Cassandra's chest as Cassandra explored her kitten's body. So soft, so smooth, so pretty...she couldn't wait to defile it. That was the word she meant to use as well, defile. She was going to do the dirtiest, kinkiest things she could think of with Ariel. That would have to wait, though, she knew to slowly ease her into this. Ariel was still skittish when it came to being treated like a pet but she was getting into it. She was even meowing and purring on her own. It got Cassandra thinking... Ariel was placed off to the side and silenced when she protested "Heh, you really like being pet, Kitten? Don't worry, I'll give you a lot of attention tonight. There will be time for cuddling later. We both know what we want. Now just wait right there." With that she left Ariel alone, telling her to keep her hands off of herself. If she even thought of rubbing herself down there she'd be instantly kicked out of the house. That was enough of a threat to keep Ariel sitting on her hands, so to speak. It only took Cassandra a few moments to get what she wanted but she decided to wait, watching Ariel for another ten minutes to make her sweat it out. The poor thing was mewling her little head off. Cassandra stepped in before she, Ariel, lost her mind. Ariel moved as fast as she could on all fours, begging her to pet her some more "It's the only thing that helps, mew!" she whimpered, wagging her ass back and forth "I need SOMETHING!" Cassandra smirked and sat herself down, box in her lap "My, my, Kitten. Are you in heat? You weren't like this a moment ago. You're a whole different kind of person in bed, hm?" Ariel didn't answer but it knocked some of the wind out of her sails. A kiss was all she needed to know it didn't bother Cassandra "Don't worry Kitten; I'll take care of you. Now turn around and put your tail up in the air for me, ok?" Ariel assumed her tail meant her ass and did it happily. She was finally going to be able to cum! However, what happened next surprised, confused and made her make a very high pitched noise between and moan and a gasp. She was given an actual tail. Bulb after bulb of sex toy entered her behind, each larger than the last until each sat inside of her and the tail was completely inside "All kittens need tails...and ears." She was fixed with an eared hairband, completing the look "Perfect~" That was both extremely embarrassing as well as unexpected. She had nearly a foot of anal beads in her ass and this headband looked ridiculous. Despite this, she did not vocalize her distress. Instead she kept up with the kitten act, bowing her head and lovingly licking Cassandra's hand like a good pet should in order to show their appreciation for a gift. This made the older woman laugh not in a mocking sort of way but in a genuinely amused way. "Poor, poor kitten. I guess if you're in heat, it's my job as your owner to satisfy you. After all, we can't have you spreading your legs for any tomcat that wants to mount you... Now turn around. Show me how ready you are..." She had gone this far. There was no reason why she shouldn't go all of the way. Wordlessly, she turned around and leaned over, sticking her ass in the air, and just as she was told, she began to gyrate her hips from side to side. The white tail in her ass wagged with every movement, following her ass everywhere it went, fanning the flames of her sex. The sight was all it took to make Cassandra lose just a bit of her composure. Just that little slip would change Ariel's life forever. She pushed herself up against Ariel's sex, leaning over her and whispering "This is mine now, Kitten." That was the go signal, all of her weight went into pushing, sending her drooling stick deep inside of her pet. It was slickened by her pre and Ariel's honey but passage was still difficult. It didn't deter her, though. Until she was balls deep she did not give up. Only when she felt her hips tap against Ariel did she even think to ask if she was okay. Ariel was a mess. The make-up she wore ran, mixing with the tears brought about by Cassandra's entry. The sweat of exhausting covered her squirming form and the tiniest hints of blood covered Cassandra's shaft. It had been so long and she was so big that it was not a pleasurable entrance. She ached down there, trying not to move until she was sure she could handle it "K- keep going, mew..." "Good girl, you deserve a treat..." Cassandra retreated, half thinking about the treat and half thinking about fucking the kitten's brains out. Even though she tore her just a bit she could actually put her all into Ariel. Ariel would get used to it, she was sure. All it took was a little practice or, in this case, huge, throbbing, practice. The strokes came slow and steady, working Ariel through the pain of having her virgin tight slit opened up anew. Cassandra likewise drank in the sight of Ariel's back. She had forgotten just how attractive the sight of a person on all fours was, especially when she could watch her dick disappear and reappear in one of their holes. For ten minutes the only sound was of the bed springs being worked. Then, as quiet as a church mouse, there was a moan. It made Cassandra stop and look down "Ah ha, so you are still alive. As much as I like you, I do believe being able to say I literally fucked you to death would have been a bragging point, hehe." Her thrusts were aimed at one point, focusing there and getting results. Ariel's voice grew louder and louder as Cassandra picked up her speed, hammering into what she considered to be a sweet spot. All the signs were there, moaning, shaking, nails digging into covers: Ariel was loving this. She wouldn't admit to it, oh no, but it was painfully obvious. Her cunt squeezed down tight over Cassandra, giving it a healthy coating of honey. Her body shook with each thrust and dripped with the sweat of exertion. Nothing was more telling than her face, however. Written in pure "ahegao style" was a look that screamed "Fuck me harder!" Ariel's eyes were rolled into her head, her mouth fell open, drool rolled down her chin onto the very expensive bedspread, all the signs were there. She balled up her fists in Cassandra's bed and even pushed back to meet her, driving her lonely pussy back to meet the long awaited guest that was Cassandra's drill. It went on for hours like this, both women climaxing but never tiring. Ariel was filled with more cum than she thought possible by the time it was over. Neither even took the time to think about the consequences of their actions and they were far more dire than the pair knew. Ariel, after it was all said and done, was a mess. She smelled like sweat and sex, was covered in various fluids, her once beautiful hair style was melted, turned into a mess of strands. Her dress took the worst beating of all (Second only to Ariel's love box). Even taken off of Ariel, it had gotten caught up in their play time. Matted down by saliva, perspiration, semen and honey, Ariel would not be wearing it out of the house that night...or morning as it were. They had been going at it for so long that time flew by. All the same, Ariel slept in that lewd position, her ass up in the air with cum pouring forth from her snatch. Cassandra, on the other hand, was up and about as if she had suffered no strenuous activity at all. Not a hair out of place, not a bead of sweat on her forehead. She even smelled like the soap she loved. Without missing a beat she was out and cooking breakfast for herself and her lover. Just because the afternoon was coming up didn't mean they couldn't enjoy it, right? The sound of sizzling bacon woke Ariel from her sex induced coma, leaving her addled. Where was she? What did she do last night? What on God's good earth was that SMELL?!? Slowly the pieces fit together, The date, drinking, the bedroom... "OH MY GOD!" The scream was enough to scare a lesser person but Cassandra continued to cook. She saw Ariel run down her steps, then back up, then down again, so she decided to help her poor kitten "Your clothes are still in the wash, so I doubt you'll be leaving me any time soon. Though I'm sure we both know you don't want to do that~" "I didn't...You did...This isn't right!" Ariel couldn't even deny that she wanted Cassandra but she refused outright to believe she was such an easy lay, refused to believe she said and did such dirty things of her own volition. It was the alcohol, that's what did it! Ariel was never much for drinking, she couldn't handle it. The slightest bit of the stuff and she went loopy. None of this seemed to faze Cassandra, who simply pointed back upstairs and told her where the bathroom was. It was true, Ariel wasn't leaving anytime soon, not without clothes and surely not in her state. So she begrudgingly took herself to the bathroom, flipped the shower on and just rested against the wall, hoping the warm waters would wash her shame away. It washed something, alright, and in a way it could have been called shame. Ariel watched in horror as semen rolled out of her and mixed with the water. She...came inside of her?!? A whole new set of worries filled Ariel's head. She wasn't ready for another child! Was that day safe? She wracked her mind trying to remember. That wasn't all. She knew nothing about Cassandra except that she worked in a very raunchy business. Ariel's heart sank as she considered all the diseases she might have now. Cassandra did look clean though, not that you could tell just by looking. Showers were usually Ariel's little retreat, a time to relax and let her worries melt away. This one was nothing but horrifying.