The first time I saw her was right after my English class. I was just leaving and she was just coming in. She was breathtaking. Tall. Blonde. Blue eyes (or so I imagined). Athletic. She could have been a volley ball player. Or a Viking warrior. I crushed out instantly and pretended I was organizing my bag while watching her approach my instructor. They obviously knew each other. Student? Friend? Lover? I had no idea. All...

I drifted off again. When I awoke, Liz was coming through the front door accompanied by the blonde I’d watched in the videos. They were both good looking. Well, Liz was good looking. She looked to be in her 30s. She had a nice figure. Not a porn star figure, but she looked like she kept in shape. Her dark brown hair was short and stylish. When Inga introduced us her brown eyes and warm smile regarded me in a knowing way t...

She texted me the next day. Direct and to the point. Loved our “conversation.” Looking forward to seeing you again in class on Thursday. Email addy, please. I replied immediately. Me too. Can’t stop thinking about you. Promise to be on time. AmyCJansen2004@gmail. All of which was the truth. I had loved meeting her and our “conversation.” And I looked forward to… whatever was going to happen. No orgasms btwn now and then....

The following week went much like the previous. We’d spent the evening just… talking. Again, about my interests but this time hers as well. She was dominant, obviously. She had a fetish for younger girls. Like me. “Have you ever… been… tied up and…?” I asked her hesitantly at some point. She simply laughed and shook her head. “No. I’m not a slut like you, baby girl. I like to watch girls like you defile yourselves for me,...

My dreams that night were restless, as was I. Images of being tied to the bench, of being helpless, of being fucked by Inga, of the redhead that had fucked the blond girl, Sarah, of my sister… they all paraded through my head. I am sure that, if I’d been able to I’d have played with myself in my sleep. When I woke, the sheets beneath me were wet and smelled of pussy. I had vague memories of waking, finding myself being sp...

The rest of the afternoon was spent… just hanging out. We watched a movie or at least we had one on. We talked through most of it. About normal stuff and then… “Take your skirt off for me, Amy,” Inga commanded. “Yes, Miss,” I said, complying shyly. This was still very new, after all, and I wasn’t used to being told what to do and expected to just… do it. Once I was naked from the waist down, we moved into the den. It was...

That night my dreams were full of erotic images. Inga dressed in black leather. Me tied down. A redhead straddling me. A black man using me. Inga fucking me with a strap-on. Spanking me then pissing on me. A woman dressed all in black leather taking her place… “My turn, you little slut,” the masked woman told me in my dream. I found myself licking her pussy while Inga took me from behind with a strap-on. Just as I was abo...