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  Brenda nibbled, licked, and suckled at the tips of each of her long fingernails, enjoying their sharpness and smoothness.

  She slid her middle finger into her mouth, sucking on it, licking it clean long—very long—after it was already quite clean. Then she let her index finger join it, so she could lick that one even cleaner. Then she let her tongue laze out and begin to explore the curves of her hand and fingertips. Brenda made love to her fingers, tasting her own sweat mixed with her cunt, licking the sweaty palm of her hand and the slender lines of her fingers. She was surprised to find that she was getting turned on just doing this simple little ritual. But it was undeniable: she could feel the quivers starting in her cunt all over again. As if she was ready for sex—so soon after her climax!

  Brenda did not usually like to come again right after the first time. In fact, one orgasm was usually enough for her. When she did want more than one, she usually liked to wait an hour or so before she started masturbating—or making love—again. Sometimes, if she was with a particularly eager lover, or she was extremely horny, she could get herself worked up after half that long. But now, with the Master coaxing her over the phone, Brenda felt ready to go after just a few minutes. In fact, the urgency in her cunt was growing, and she could feel the arousal picking up as she experimented with licking her fingers for the Master’s voyeuristic enjoyment.

  She licked her way down across her palm and began to tease her tongue around her wrist, making sure that she was positioned so that the camera could catch everything. Then she licked her way back up to her fingertips. She licked her fingertips again, this time taking even longer to make love to each one, and starting with her little finger so she could lick all five of them in sequence. By the time she finished by licking her thumb sensuously and then sliding it suggestively into her mouth, she was as wet as could be, and even more turned on than before. The muscles of her crotch ached vaguely with the exertion. She knew if she came this soon after the first orgasm it might hurt a little bit, but she didn’t care. She felt the certainty that came from knowing her own body, knowing her own arousal. She knew she could make herself come, and she wanted to. While she licked and swallowed her thumb, her other hand slid reflexively between her legs and start to play with her clit.

  The limousine was still moving along smoothly, obviously an uncrowded highway. Brenda didn’t take the time to wonder where she was being taken; her time in the limousine was all she cared about. The momentary curiosity was like a stray bird flying through her mind, and then it was gone as she found the touch of her fingertip bringing surging pleasure to her clit, and found her arousal mounting.

  “You are a very sexy woman, Brenda. And so beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” she managed to mumble as she licked her fingertips for the last time. Her right hand was now slick with her own spittle, and as she slid it down her body toward her spread thighs, she knew she could come almost as soon as she wanted. She wanted to savor it, wanted to enjoy every moment of her self-pleasuring—and, not incidentally, to put on as sexy a show as possible for the camera. She was finding that this hidden exhibitionism in herself was a bigger turn-on than she would have dreamed. She slid her spit-slick middle finger down the length of her slit and drew it up and down again slowly, luxuriously, feeling the pleasure even more intensely. She raised her other hand to her mouth and slipped the middle finger into her mouth, licking and biting absently at it as she started to rub her clit insistently with her other hand.

  Slowly. She must go slowly, she told herself. She must savor each moment of this experience. It was beautiful, and somehow terrifying. But she knew that she wanted to taste every instant of her sexual abandon.

  Brenda toyed with her clit, feeling herself mount toward orgasm. She breathed heavily into the phone as she touched herself, working her hips in time with her rhythmic moans and the rubbing of her fingers. Slowly, she eased her hand down the length of her slit, pressing her fingertip against her pussy entrance. Rapturously, she pressed her finger into her cunt, teasing it open again, taking one finger and thrusting it gradually in and out. She felt the sweat trickling over her bare breasts and her stomach, over her face and shoulders. Her hair was soaked with it. Brenda was sheened in sweat, dripping with the heat of her own arousal.

  “You’re doing beautifully,” the voice on the phone coaxed her on. “Delicious.”

  Brenda knew she couldn’t hold off much longer, much as she would have liked to. She began fingerfucking herself faster, surprised that one finger was bringing her off so quickly. With her thumb she teased her clit as she thrust her finger more quickly and deliberately into her pussy, matching the rhythm of her pleasure. She licked her other hand for the camera, enjoying the feeling of being incredibly sexy to her unseen lover.

  “You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” panted Brenda. “I’m going to come.”

  “Whisper my name when you come,” said the Master, more a plea than a command. “Call me ‘Master.’”

  Hearing that helped Brenda ease into a powerful climax. She felt it coming, and as the intense sensations overwhelmed her, she heard herself whispering “Master ... oh, Master...” and then, more hungrily, “Master! Oh, oh, Master!” as the explosions raged through her near-naked body. She whimpered as the pleasure got to be too much, making her lose control. She dropped the phone as she fucked herself, and, sensing the loss of contact with her Master, she turned, her eyes open, her lips parted wide, and groaned loudly, “Mas—mas—ter!” Then her climax was at its peak, and she threw her head back, panting desperately, feeling the orgasm take her over completely. As she finished, she squirmed in the seat, her body alive with raw sensation.

  This time, Brenda didn’t need to be asked. When she had recovered enough to move, she lifted her right hand to her lips. Sensuously, slowly, she began to lick her fingers.

  She reached out with her other hand and picked up the phone. “Master,” she whispered as she licked her hand. She could hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.

  Feeling warm and more comfortable than she had ever felt, Brenda wriggled her body more fully onto the seat and stretched out lengthwise, her legs still parted slightly. She cradled the phone, listening to the sound of the Master breathing.

  “Thank you,” she finally said.

  ***

  The drive continued on into the night, as Brenda dropped into a luxurious half-slumber on the soft seat of the limousine. It was a long time before the Master spoke to her again.

  “I want you to shave before I see you again. Do you understand? Are you willing to do this?”

  The request would have struck Brenda as bizarre in any other context. But without thinking, she said “Yes. Yes, Master.”

  The limousine slowly pulled to a halt. Brenda felt a tingle of anticipation.

  “Good,” said the Master. “I’ve had you brought home. It’s time for you to go get some sleep. I will see you again next weekend. Understand?”

  “Yes,” said Brenda, a little disappointed. She began to reach for her panties.

  “Please leave them,” came the voice over the phone. “You’ll get them back, but I would like you to leave them for now. Alright?”

  Brenda obeyed, picking up her dress instead. She squirmed into her dress, feeling acutely aware of how rumpled it was. She straightened the dress as the door lock clicked open.

  “I’ll see you next Friday,” said the Master. “I’ll be in touch.”

  “Can’t I see you before then?”

  “No,” said the Master. “Wait until next Friday.”

  “Thank you,” said Brenda again, feeling curiously satisfied despite the fact that she hadn’t actually gotten to do anything with the Master. “Thank you, Master.”

  Brenda hung up the phone and climbed, a little reluctantly, out of the limousine.

  When Brenda entered the front door of her apartment, she saw the debris of Kristi’s date last night strewn about the living room. A pair o
f Kristi’s panties and a camisole—matching leopard-print (and not much to them)—were tossed haphazardly on the floor and the couch. An empty bottle of white wine lay next to the futons near two half-full wine glasses and the remote control for the VCR. A couple of candles had burned down to nothing in their cast-iron holders on the coffee table. The room smelled faintly of pot, and an ash-filled pipe was next to the wine. There was a plate of grapes near the bay windows, and the curtains had been left open. Brenda knew that this must have been a pretty hot date—Kristi was almost never this inconsiderate. But then, as Brenda walked down the hall to her own bedroom, she heard the telltale moans from Kristi’s bedroom, the creaking of the bed and its rhythmic thump against the wall, and Brenda realized that the date was still going on. In fact, they had left the door of Kristi’s bedroom wide open, and it was only because they were so engaged in what they were doing that they hadn’t heard Brenda come home.

  Brenda hadn’t worn a watch, so she wasn’t sure what time it was. She glanced at the clock on the mantle and saw that it was just after five o’clock—it was now getting light outside. So it wasn’t all that surprising that Kristi was still engaged with her boyfriend, and Brenda didn’t feel especially peeved that they had left such a mess. For the first time, Brenda had gotten as good a fucking as Kristi got—even though she had been, in body at least, alone.

  Brenda felt her face growing red as she listened to the sounds from the bedroom mounting in intensity, but she had to stifle a laugh. This seemed deliciously ridiculous, and the whole situation kind of turned Brenda on. Brenda found herself standing in the hallway, even though she was exhausted and desperately wanted to go to sleep. She listened to Kristi and her boyfriend, wishing she could slip in and join them. But instead of joining them—or going to her own bed—Brenda tiptoed back down the hall, past Kristi’s bedroom, and into the living room. She was a little curious, and she acted on a hunch. She turned on the TV—with the volume all the way down—and hit PLAY on the VCR. There was a tape in there, all right. It was at the beginning—the convenience of autorewind, Brenda suspected—and Brenda fast-forwarded for a few seconds. Her hunch was right—the scene that sprang onto the screen showed a very beautiful and very naked woman making love with two men.

  Brenda put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. Brenda didn’t mind Kristi using the apartment however she wanted when she was gone—but this was ridiculous.

  The sounds of lovemaking through the open bedroom door became louder. Brenda moved to turn the VCR off, but then she hesitated. Smiling to herself, she picked up the remote control, then sat down on the couch and watched the videotape while she listened to Kristi’s moans growing in intensity. She figured as long as Kristi’s “date” was still going on in there, neither Kristi nor her boyfriend would be coming into the living room. Brenda unbuckled and then kicked off her highheeled shoes. She felt deliciously nasty, but she just couldn’t stop herself. She spread her legs slightly and lifted her little white dress.

  She still ached a little from last night’s fervent masturbating, but she was incredibly turned on. Brenda let one hand slide between her spread thighs while she stroked the remote control with the other. The woman on the videotape was giving one man a blowjob while the other ate her out. Brenda fast-forwarded through the blowjob, then through the scene where the first guy started to fuck her, and found, to her surprise, a scene of double penetration. She watched as the woman took one man’s cock into her pussy, before accepting the second man’s cock slowly into her asshole. Then both men started fucking her rapidly. Now that was kinky. In fact, it was turning Brenda on. Since the Master had kept her panties, she wasn’t wearing a thing under the dress. Her pussy was exposed and still a little wet, wetter as she watched the tape and listened to Kristi moaning as her boyfriend fucked her. Brenda’s fingers began to explore the slickness of her folds. As Kristi coaxed her lover to fuck her harder, Brenda began to play with her pussy.

  She enjoyed exploring the soreness of her cunt, which was still raw from her fervent masturbation. She wasn’t used to getting herself off so roughly. It didn’t really hurt, just ached a little. Brenda began to tease her clit, setting the remote control between her legs so she could slip her other hand down the top of her dress. The woman on-screen certainly seemed to be enjoying the fucking she was getting. Then again that was just porn acting, right? She wondered how much of Kristi’s moans, which seemed even louder than they’d been a minute ago, were just acting. Did it matter? Brenda imagined she could put on a little porn acting of her own, but her feelings were certainly real. She started playing with her nipples as she rubbed her clitoris, then slipped one finger inside her pussy. Her pussy was getting quite wet again and didn’t feel sore at all. She began to fuck herself gently, taking her other hand out of the top of her dress so she could rub her clit at the same time.

  The scene on the TV had switched to another blowjob, which interested her less than the double-penetration, but Brenda didn’t feel like grabbing the remote control, since both her hands were pretty occupied. Besides, the real show was going on in the bedroom, where she could overhear Kristi starting to talk dirty.

  Brenda fucked herself with two fingers now, getting more and more enraptured in her own sensations. She wasn’t having any trouble bringing herself close to orgasm again, and she knew she’d reach it in a moment. Kristi’s cries from the other room reached a pinnacle as Brenda played with herself. Then Brenda climaxed, arching her back, lifting her ass off the couch as the cock on the screen shot streams of white come over the woman’s breasts. Brenda finished coming and settled down onto the couch, still rubbing herself absently. She closed her eyes and drifted in a soundless post-orgasmic pleasure.

  It took Brenda several minutes to realize that the noises from the bedroom had stopped altogether. Kristi and her boyfriend were finished. That meant that either of them could be coming out to take a piss any minute, and they would have to walk through the living room to get to the bathroom. Oh, Shit, she thought. Brenda pulled her dress into place, stopped the VCR, shut off the TV, and wiped her fingers on the front of her skirt, not knowing what else to do. She moved toward her bedroom but almost had a heart attack when she found herself facing a yawning and very naked Kristi, coming out of her bedroom. Brenda and Kristi yelped at exactly the same moment, and Kristi’s face turned bright red even as she jumped back into her bedroom and closed the door halfway. She stuck her head out the door and said “Sorry, sorry—I didn’t see you come in. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” laughed Brenda, still breathing hard. “I just got back.”

  “Be out in a minute,” said Kristi. She disappeared into her bedroom while Brenda stood there stupidly. Brenda went back to the VCR and rewound it quickly, coughing and yawning loudly to cover the telltale sound of the machine. It finished just as Kristi was coming back out of her bedroom, wearing a white nightie trimmed with lace—it plunged invitingly between her large breasts, and the hem was decent by maybe two inches: it didn’t do much to conceal the firmness of Kristi’s nipples. That was Kristi’s style—daring.

  “Sorry,” Kristi said again. “I didn’t mean to flash you. I just didn’t know you were back.”

  “Hey,” said Brenda. “It’s OK. I’m just getting in. You had a good time last night, I see.” Brenda glanced over the debris.

  Kristi reddened more. “Sorry about the mess. I was just going to clean it up.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about it,” said Brenda, just glad that her roommate hadn’t come out a minute earlier. “Clean it up later. I’m totally hungry.”

  “I have to pee,” said Kristi brightly, crossing her legs demonstratively. “But then you want to get some breakfast? I’m starved myself.” She jerked her thumb toward the bedroom. “Romeo in there will be out for a couple of hours at least. That place on the corner opens at six.”

  Brenda wasn’t hungry at all—she was feeling a little sick. But she was much too keyed up now to go to bed right away and figured some foo
d would be good for her.

  “OK,” Brenda said, looking down at her rumpled dress. “But I think I better change.”

  “Yeah, no kidding,” said Kristi. “Ten minutes?” ***

  Brenda went into her bedroom and closed the door. She stripped off the tiny white dress, pulling it over her head. She stood there nude in front of her full-length mirror, looking over her body in the slanting light of the sun rising through the window. The shades were open, and Brenda knew that anyone outside could probably see her plainly. But at this hour, who would be up? Still, the thought that someone might be looking, spying on her, excited her a little. She didn’t move to close the shades as she ran her fingers over her breasts and hips and thighs and ass, feeling the curves of her body. Imagining that someone might be outside watching her, so soon after dawn, seemed somehow deliciously evil. Brenda never did stuff like this, she was always very careful to close the drapes or the blinds. But she liked thinking about it. Brenda was still a little jealous of her roommate, who seemed to have no problem engaging in the most shameless exhibitionism. Brenda wished she could be a little more shameless. Last night—or this morning, more accurately—she had certainly given it a fair try. She ran her fingertips down over her breasts and touched the downy softness of her pubic hair. The Master had asked her to shave it. Perhaps Brenda should have expected it, since she knew Kristi shaved her pussy. But Brenda had guessed it was just a holdover from her days as a dancer. Instead, it seemed to be another one of the Master’s perversions, another way he controlled Kristi—and now Brenda. Brenda wasn’t sure she felt comfortable doing something like that for the Master. After all, she had never even met the guy. But as she looked in the mirror and stroked her pussy absently, thinking of who might want to look at her, she imagined that she might look sexy shaved, that much more exposed. With one hand, Brenda pinched her nipple as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair. She was getting herself more than a little turned on. As a matter of fact, Brenda found, slipping her finger down between the slightly-parted lips of her pussy, she was still wet—and getting wetter. Brenda never got this turned on so soon after getting off, but then again she almost never came twice in one night, either, and she’d done that before she’d even left the limousine. Then she’d gotten off again, just a few minutes before. Brenda found herself wondering if she might be able to come again, and if there was time to try it. Without deliberating long, Brenda climbed onto her unmade bed and spread her legs, starting to rub her pussy and then to focus on her clit. Now she was really sore. But she wanted to come. Before breakfast. Brenda started rubbing herself vigorously, imagining that someone—a man or a woman, it didn’t matter—in one of the buildings across the street was watching her and taking very close interest in the way she rubbed her pussy. Maybe it was a couple, up for an early breakfast, and they were talking about how they would like to share this girl in the apartment across the street. Brenda was panting in time with her ministrations, getting closer to her climax, but it seemed to elude her as she mounted the climb. Then there was a knock on her bedroom door.