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A Taste for Pussy
by Deborah the Cowgirl (address defunct)

***

My favorite thing in the world is definitely my own 
pussy. Not only is it my greatest pleasure source, it is 
also the source of my power over men, which gives me 
even more pleasure. I often force my slaves to spend 
hours worshipping my pussy to make sure it remains the 
rightful center of their universe. But sometimes 
dominating a man is not enough for me. Like a cat bored 
with her favorite toy, I begin to look for new things to 
explore. In this case, I got the fancy to explore 
another woman's pussy to see if I could make that mine 
as well. (FF, d/s, s/m, drugs, oral, toys, bdsm)

***

Karen was my boss at work, and from the first time I saw 
her, I had to have her. While a pussy may be the source 
of a woman's pleasure, I believe that the face is the 
source of her beauty. And Karen's face was magnificent. 
Most women seem to comment about the softness of another 
woman's body and breasts, but that wasn't the seat of my 
fascination with Karen. 

Her face was defined by hard angles. A sharp nose and 
thin delicate forehead provided the relief from her 
poignant, piercing blue eyes. Her tiny little mouth and 
lips served to direct more attention to her perfectly 
triangular jaw.  

Don't get me wrong; she was quite a dish below her neck 
as well. You could tell she was a Tennis buff because 
everything about her was thin, round and firm-especially 
that round delicious ass. As with most athletic women, 
her breasts were not large, but small and firm peaches 
whose points could often be seen through her bra and 
shirt. Her legs were well muscled and she had a habit of 
pleasing the whole office by regularly wearing a 
miniskirt to the office. Other women may have been soft, 
but not Karen.

In other stories I have talked about the foolhardy 
lengths that a man will go through to pursue a woman 
(see "Cageless Captivity"), and it wasn't until I met 
Karen that I really began to sympathize with the hunger 
that most men must have for a beautiful woman. I guess I 
described her so carnally because that was exactly the 
way I felt for her. 

My lust for her was the kind that would induce 
spontaneous daydreams. Of course, for me the daydreams 
were very naughty fantasies like chaining her to a post 
and spanking her bare ass in front of the entire 
company, or circulating a memo about how she had 
whimpered when I had violated her ass the previous 
evening.

When she walked through the room my eyes would follow 
her ass and it would make my mouth water and my nipples 
stiffen.  To me her tits, ass, legs, mouth and pussy 
seemed to offer a myriad of new sensations, feelings and 
possibilities. Her compact muscular body would be both 
pleasing to touch and observe, but delicate enough to 
really enjoy dominating when the time came.  

The fact that she was my boss only feed into my already 
well developed love of role reversal. I would dream of 
tying her down spread eagle and lying in between her 
legs so that I could watch her face as I forced pleasure 
and pain upon her. I wanted to roll her clitoris around 
in my mouth, nibble on it, tongue it, suck it- fuck I 
wanted to own it. With that goal in mind I set out to 
study my prey patiently as a true predator would.

Strangely enough, my heightened awareness of her caused 
me to immediately notice her general unawareness of me 
and everything else that surrounded her. She seemed to 
walk around in the haze that one does when one is 
constantly preoccupied. 

I could tell from the slight downward curve and the 
corners of her petite mouth that she was not thinking 
about things that she really liked to reflect on. Even 
as my boss she hardly seemed to take much notice of me 
other than to dole out an occasional assignment. This of 
course, only made her more mysterious to me and served 
to heighten my desire for her.

I didn't have to wait long for my opportunity. Our 
company sponsored a monthly job performance review where 
we would meet with our superiors one on one and discuss 
how things were going. She really didn't have much to 
say other than she thought I did a good job and keep up 
the good work. Then she asked me if I had any issues I 
wanted to discuss.

"Well Karen," I said. "I am glad to hear you think I am 
doing a good job. I was worried because it seemed to me 
that you were hardly taking notice of my performance. 
It's just that you seem a bit preoccupied, is everything 
alright."

My question was meet with a long sigh. "Yea," she said, 
"everything's alright... I mean... Well kind of. Let's 
just say I am having some man troubles."

"Well Karen," I said, "why don't we go out to a bar 
after work and we can discuss it. You know, a girls 
night out."

She looked down for a second as if to decide how 
vulnerable she wanted to make herself, and then back up 
at me. "Hmm. OK. Come get me at five."

I made a pathetic attempt at being productive the rest 
of that day, but like an adolescent schoolboy fixated on 
his new crush, Karen was all I could think about. Images 
of Karen and my plans for her body put me in such a 
state of arousal my panties stayed moist for the 
torturously long hours leading up to five o'clock.

***

We meet at a bar not too far from work, and for the 
first hour conversation was pretty bland. In fact, it 
was boring, and I couldn't help but thing how much more 
interesting a conversation it would be if she had a gag 
in her mouth. It wasn't until the drinks started to kick 
in that she really started to open up to me and let me 
know that interesting details: she had recently been 
dumped by a guy recently and was pretty upset about it. 
I listened attentively as she filled me in on all the 
details.

"I don't understand myself," Karen said. "I didn't even 
like him that much.  I never had had a good time with 
him, never laughed at any of his stupid jokes. Shit, I 
never even had a good orgasm, why am I so hurt that his 
is no longer in my life."

I tried to maintain my face as a mask to pure empathy 
and concern, but hearing Karen mention to the word 
"orgasm" caused my mind to wander to thoughts of her 
tied spread eagle to my four-poster bed. She looked up 
from her monologue of woe to see my face affixed with a 
quaint happy smile as I relished my private S&M moment. 
Her immediate pause at looking at me forced to snap back 
to my mask of concern.

"I'm sorry to hear about that," I said in a sympathetic 
tone as I inwardly loved the fact that I had just been 
given Carte Blanche to discuss her sex life in vivid 
detail (as girls are prone to do). "So the sex wasn't 
good for you?"

"Wasn't good? It was horrible! Jesus, the man never knew 
what foreplay was.  For him it was all, disrobe, thrust, 
come, dismount, and shower. Most boring sex in all my 
life."

"Well," I said trying to figure out my next move. "This 
sounds like a relationship that is better forgotten. 
What say you and I drink ourselves into oblivion."

"Actually," Karen said as a coy smile crept across her 
face, "I try not to drink too much because it leaves me 
with a terrible hangover. How about you and I go some 
place private and light up a joint?"

As my mind processed her statement and the implications 
it might have for my seducing her I felt warmth pool in 
my tummy and make it's way down to my crotch. "My place 
is close to here," I said not believing how easy this 
seemed to be going for me. We got into our respective 
cars and she followed me over to my place. She was a 
helpless insect entering the parlor of a sexual spider.

I have never been much into drugs; I seem to get my most 
intense experiences from S&M. So when Karen produced two 
marijuana cigarettes from her purse, I instead 
recommended that we just share one at a time. This way I 
could take an occasional puff as she took drag after 
drag. Both Karen and I were working towards the same 
goal of getting her stoned, just for different reasons: 
she to forget, I to seduce.

Over the next hour I listened to Karen's increasingly 
incoherent ramblings about men, work, her family, and 
whatever else came across her drugged up mind. I started 
at her body as I listened to her talk. 

The drugs had Karen feelings pretty good and she clearly 
seemed comfortable with me as she came back from a trip 
to the bathroom with her blouse unbuttoned all the way 
to her cleavage. The drugs and my close physical 
proximity to her had whipped my desire for her to a 
fever pitch, and my mind was racing through all the 
fantasies she had started in recently. I was determined 
that she would not leave my apartment unviolated. 

My nipples were tingling like faint static electricity 
as I wondered if my grabbing her head and forcing it to 
my chest was an acceptable way to end the conversation. 
My eyes made their way over all of her body but mostly I 
couldn't help but just staring continuously at opening 
of her shirt where you could just make out the top of 
her beautiful tits. As she started her second marijuana 
cigarette I brought the topic back to sex.

"So you never came with you last boyfriend?" I asked.

"Well," she said meekly, "I felt good on occasion."

"Feeling good. hmm. I'm not quite sure how to interpret 
that. Does that mean you came or just felt good?"

I could tell she felt a little embarrassed by the topic, 
and I felt more excited by making her feel vulnerable. 
Once more I realized that my dominant nature was 
enjoying making her feel a little uncomfortable. My 
nipples started to form definite points in my blouse as 
I relished her awkwardness.

"Well, I came a couple of times with him- it was okay."

"Hmm, compared to previous orgasms it wasn't anything 
special then?"

She started blushing as she said "Why are you so curious 
about my orgasms?"

Seeing the redness of her skin only encouraged my 
behavior, and my arousal.  I stood up and went to the 
kitchen to get two glasses of wine as I said, "Because 
an orgasm is the most intense pleasure we tend to 
experience in our lifetimes as women. And if you having 
good ones then that indicates that you either never had 
mind blowing one and just don't know how great they can 
feel or you just aren't proactive enough in seeking your 
own pleasure."

I poured two glasses of red wine and came back to sit 
closer to her.  "I am a big advocate for women enjoying 
themselves. Heaven knows life is hard enough on us as it 
is," I said as I sat next to her and gave her a glass.

"Besides, when I was a teenager I would practice kissing 
and things like that with other girl friends to make 
sure I was ready to be with a man.  Talking about 
orgasms with other women just seems natural to me," I 
said as my eyes looked deeply into hers.

We just sat there for a couple of minutes staring into 
each other's eyes and sipping wine. I am sure that she 
could feel that the sexual tension that charged the 
situation as strongly as I could, and I knew that she 
was trying to decide how far she wanted to go with this.

"Hmm, I can't say I ever practiced kissing with other 
women, much less other 'things'."

"Well maybe that's your problem Karen," I said as I 
slowly ran my fingers through her hair. "No one knows a 
woman's pleasure like another woman. Maybe that's why 
you don't know how amazing orgasms can be."

I could tell that I was once again making her uneasy, as 
she broke eye contact and started to look off into 
nothing. I moved my hand slowly from her hair down to 
her jaw line and gently moved her head back to face me. 
Her look was intense, passionate, but sad. "I'm not sure 
we should do this, we work together and all."

"Well I won't tell anyone if you won't," I said 
mischievously as I began to lean forward put my face 
closer to hers. As I got closer to her, she tilted her 
head and closed her eyes in silence acceptance of what 
was about to happen. Our first kiss started slowly, but 
the pent up passion of the evening soon had our lips 
parted and our tongues swimming around each other 
hungrily.

I knew that I had to move slowly for fear of losing her, 
but that my desires where screaming for more sudden and 
violent commencement. At the promise of finally getting 
to satisfy sexual need for this woman, my pussy began to 
ache and demand attention, but that wasn't the worst of 
it. As a sexual dominant I was used to engaging in sex 
entirely on my terms, and my instinct was to take this 
woman know and force my desires onto her. But again, I 
knew that both of these desires would have to wait till 
for the right time. There would be plenty of that later, 
I promised myself.

I reached a hand around her and brought her straddle of 
me as I sat on the couch, our mouths locked the entire 
time. Our kisses went from long and deep to shorter, 
faster, and more desperate as our hands flew to each 
other's blouses. Quickly I unbuttoned the remaining 
buttons (having to fumble for a few seconds with the 
ones on her sleeves), removed her blouse and then the 
bra underneath. 

I had spent weeks visualizing exactly what her body 
would look like naked. Having her perfectly shaped tits 
finally exposed to me was ample reward for my efforts as 
they were more beautiful than I had imagined.  Our 
kisses deepened and began to imply much greater 
underlying need as I brought my hands to gently cup each 
of her breasts.

I caressed the soft skin of her breasts lightly, 
playfully rolling the nipple between my thumb and 
forefinger. Then I broke lip lock with her and put one 
of her breasts in my mouth, not sucking it, but gently 
massaging it with my tongue. As I did so, Karen brought 
her head back and I heard a moan escape. I alternated 
attention to each of her breasts for quite some time.  

Not only did I want to build her desire before I began 
to touch her pussy, but possession of her naked chest 
was a prize that I had longed after for quite some time 
and did not want to relinquish easily.

The delicious smell of her sex told me when it was time 
to move lower. I slowly let me left hand flow down to 
her knee, under her miniskirt, and back up to her 
crotch. The combination of her loud, low moan as my hand 
finally reached her pussy and the fact that her panties 
were sopping wet let me know that this was something she 
wanted as much as I did. Her moans grew louder and more 
frequent as my hand started to massage her clitoris 
through her soaked cotton panties.

Unfortunately, Karen was enjoying the experience as 
opposed to reciprocating any of the pleasure I was 
giving her, and my throbbing pussy was demanding 
attention. In a way it was new experience for both Karen 
and I: it was her first experience with a woman and it 
was one of my first experience with having to put my own 
needs second. 

After years of aggressive BDSM sex, my pussy was 
entirely unaccustomed to having to wait it's turn. And 
while I do relish new experiences, I wanted to get down 
to business as quickly as possible.

I rolled Karen back off of me, stood up, and lead her to 
the bedroom. There we proceeded to slowly remove the 
remainder of each other's clothing.  Part of me wanted 
to continue to take things slow and go down on Karen and 
bring her to orgasm that way, but I didn't think I could 
do a very good job as hungry for satisfaction as my own 
body was. 

So instead I reached into my toy drawer and removed my 
favorite double dildo, a pure silicone rubber one which 
joined two phalluses at more or less right angles. When 
Karen saw what I returned with I could see a brief look 
of apprehension cross her face, but she was too in the 
moment to back out now.

I sat at the foot of the bed and inserted one of end of 
the dildo into my swollen pussy, which immediately sent 
a wave of pleasure over me in gratitude. Then I had 
Karen once again straddle my legs, but used her legs to 
keep her from sitting on me so that I could position the 
business end of my dildo more easily. Our naked breasts 
rubbed together sensuously as we resumed kissing, and I 
brought both of my hands to work on her dripping 
womanhood.

First I inserted one finger, and then a second as my 
other hand gently massaged her clitoris. Her breathing 
became quicker and more intense as she closed her eyes 
and began concentrating on her own pleasure. When took 
my hand out of her and brought her hips down so that 
head of my silicone rubber dick rested just outside of 
the entrance to her pussy. We let out a mutual scream of 
pleasure as she lowered herself onto it and forced the 
dildo deep into both of us.

My hands went to guide and move her hips as she wrapped 
her arms around my shoulder and we began the soft and 
steady rhythm of fucking. This was another new 
experience for both of us since most of my prior 
experience with this dildo involved humiliating and 
penetrating my male slaves. Using my double dildo with 
the intent of giving mutual pleasure required a bit more 
control than the brutish plunging I was used to, but 
Karen's grunts of pleasure let me know that she had no 
complaints.  

As our orgasms built closer to a climax, she moved her 
hands from my shoulders to cup them under my thighs. 
This allowed her to pull herself down onto the dildo on 
the down stroke and drive the dildo deeper and harder 
into both of us, our tits vigorously rubbing against 
each other, and our mouths closed over one another all 
the while. Time seemed to stand still as we lost 
ourselves in pleasure fucking like that. 

As she neared orgasm, I felt compelled to indulge a bit 
of my dominant instinct and I began biting her lips and 
tongue instead of kissing them. As we reached the peak 
of our intensity and Karen began crying out in pleasure, 
I bit harder and let myself go blissfully over the edge.

When it was done, Karen and I laid in each other's arms 
silently stroking one another. "You were right about 
having an amazing orgasm," she cooed. "I.  I am really 
thankful for all this, but I don't want to make things 
awkward at work."

What Karen didn't know was that my plans for her weren't 
finished yet. While I had had her sexually, I still 
wanted to really explore more of a S&M relationship with 
her. 

"Don't worry about work, there is nothing like sexual 
tension to increase productivity," I said softly as I 
lay thinking. Having her was wonderful, some of the best 
sex I had ever had without any S&M. But my mind kept 
trying to calculate how to move things further. We 
continued to lie there silently in each other's arms for 
quite some time.

END

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