Dezzy had no idea what had become of her other than possible nymphomania mixed with a sanguine freedom from her existence up until now. She was finally done with high school and had very little money, direction, or desire to do anything but fuck, or more specifically, get fucked.
Her immaculate little pussy (she knew it was immaculate, she had seen enough porn to know what guys thought was a pretty pussy) hadn’t stopped tingling since she first imagined hooking up with the sexy lady at the pool. Destiny was a spitting image of Megan Fox, Dez’s girl crush ever since she was young. She still thought it may very well be her using an alias.
She knew she herself was also a stunner, she couldn’t go anywhere without getting gawked at, even by herself in her grandma’s full-length mirror. When Destiny finally put her hands on and in her at the pool, her heart started beating so hard she thought she was going to faint. She had the sensation of wanting to be nothing but this gorgeous woman’s fuck doll, to exist to give her pleasure, to resign to her purpose as a sex object. She had never felt that way for a boy.
“So, doll, anything? You said?”
“Yes ma’am. I mean, I don't… umm…”
Her heart started working overtime once again. God, this was her chance, how ever shall she proceed?
“Absolutely anything you want, ma’am, your wish is my command, I’m here for your pleasure and you’re pleasure only,” Dez retorted with a smile.
She caught the cute smile, curt yet giddy, not well hidden, joy mixed with excitement, exposed butterflies.
“When your done eating, I want you to present your pristine little ass to me, on that hassock over there. You are being decidedly naughty and I'm going to molest you senseless.”
Dezzy literally dropped her fork. Accidentally, but took advantage of the moment to stand up, like she had been hypnotized. She sauntered toward the hassock with her dress pulled up to her waist, and bent over it, legs spread. She was gushing already again and could feel it.
“You have the nicest ass I think I’ve ever seen, little girl. Prop it up higher for me.”
Dezzy arched her back and swallowed, shut her eyes, and whined. Destiny was taking full control, it was excruciatingly perfect, exactly what she had wished for from the moment she got naked in front of her before she even knew her name. How did she know she was craving for her ass to be used? The thumbing she had received at the pool felt a lot better than anticipated, what all was going to happen now?
She felt her hands run up the back of her bare thighs, spread her ass, then was startled by a tongue. It was just short of ticklish, but sensational. Des firmly gripped the girl's round tan cheeks, spreading them gently, and mouthed her little asshole like it was dessert. She licked it a few times then penetrated her with her tongue. She felt her drool a large string of saliva onto her before a hand rubbed the crack of her ass. She spanked her, not a cheek but right on the prize. “Be right back, don’t move.”
After a few minutes in suspense, she felt oil being spread on her ass. She thought a faint hint of vegetable or canola. Her butt was being massaged with it, with more and more emphasis on the hole as the wonderful seconds slipped by. “Just relax, little girl.”
She felt a single digit enter her, possibly a pinkie. Then what she imagined to be a middle finger. ‘Fuck you’ she thought, and smiled to herself. She made soft moans of pleasure and acceptance as the finger slid in and out, followed by two.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm hmmm.”
Dezzy slowly began rocking slightly forward and back while getting anally fucked, and it felt wonderful, with the slippery oil both on the fingers and being rubbed all over her bum with the other hand.
“Here, suck on this for me for a minute, pretend it’s a cock, I wanna watch how you do it.”
Destiny handed her a fairly well-hung cucumber, thankfully smooth, not one of those spiny garden ones. As she started to give a blow job to the veggie, she started moaning like she liked to do when she had sucked cock. She made sure she had drooled all over it before reaching behind herself with it and maneuvering it toward her hungry hole. Des took it from her and told her to relax again. As she started to penetrate her ripe ass with it slowly, she also began rubbing her soaking and engorged flower, lightly, almost tickling it.
“Oh my, feels so…”
Destiny twisted and plunged, twisted and plunged, while rubbing the young woman's whole oily pubis and occasionally fingering it. She bit her supple ass cheek at one point, startling a delighted Dezzie enough to elicit a yelp.
“Oh my god, you're driving me wild! Bite me again!”
The ravenous blonde rapidly, rabidly flipped over, laying on her back on the hassock with her legs open and head dangling upside down. She ripped her dress up to expose her belly and tits and just let it cover her head.
‘Hmm, ok!”
Des slipped both oiled hands under her ass and lifted her bud to her mouth, and bit down on her outer lip.
Dezzie said, ”Again, harder, in the middle."
“Slap it. Keep fucking my ass!”
“Say please.”
“Please, Destiny, hurt me!”
The older woman clamped her teeth down on the girl's swollen pussy and held it firmly, and slipped three fingers into her slippery asshole.
“I’M GONNA COME!”
Dezzy also had no clue where this pain kink was coming from, only that it was exhilarating and thrilling. She felt safe with Des and free to explore. She had never opened up like this with the boys she had been with, perhaps with an older man she would have. She could tell being dominant was new to Destiny as well, she seemed very mild-mannered outside of the bedroom. Except for maybe on a public pool deck sometimes.
“Get back on your stomach, Destiny.”
She rolled onto her stomach and automatically reached behind her and spread her little ass open. Des spit on her then slowly pushed and twisted her whole hand into her asshole, while pouring more oil on the top of her crack and coating her hand with it. She twisted and pushed until it slid in.
"Oh my god.”
Dezzy bucked a little and started to make squeaky sobbing sounds, like she was trying to lift something heavy.
“Fuck me!”
Des fucked her ass with her slim hand, telling her she was a good girl and that this was her reward for being so beautiful.
(1 hour later)
Licking a young woman’s asshole is not where Destiny would have pictured herself in the past looking forward, no matter how beautiful she and her body were. As she tongued the young moaning thing, she could feel her own wetness slowly start to drip down her leg. Suddenly overcome with a burning desire to feel her lovely mouth on her sex again, she commanded her back onto her back and told her to pinch her own nipples as hard as she could.
Little Dez gleefully succumbed and pulled on her perfect tits as well, while arching her back and writhing her feminine frame lustfully. Destiny tore her own clothes off and planted her completely soaked pussy on her plaything's face, and rocked her hips back and forth probably a little harder than she would have if she wasn’t sure the girl loved being dominated so.
She bounced her ass and sloshing pussy on Dez’s sweet face rhythmically, almost not even in control of her movements, while rubbing Dezzie's also drenched young sex with fervor. As she ran all four fingers quickly left to right and back while pushing down on her pelvis, she stopped occasionally to slap it with a wet ‘THWAP’. Every time she slapped her, the young girl would spread her legs further and raise her hips high off the ground, yearning for more stinging, for more punishment for being such a beautiful little slut.
“I’m gonna see to it that you are properly fucked several times a day until further notice, how does that make you feel Destiny?” the maternal Des said, while firmly gripping her clitoris and lips between thumb and forefinger, and lifting her sloppy puss of the little girls even sloppier face.
“Anything means anything, mistress,” she squeaked, unsure if Des understood how lusty she was making her feel.
“You’re gonna do as your told, and in return, you will get to eat me and my cooking, understand? Are you a good, obedient little girl, Dez?”
“Only for you, ma'am.”
She needed a plan. She wanted to take her new friend to the limit if for no other reason than to find out where it may be. She felt as if she was in an ongoing out-of-body experience, as if she were watching a movie that she was also directing. Nothing mattered right now but the lust she felt for this young beautiful girl she had full control over, it was so exciting it had her on the edge of consciousness, light-headed yet euphoric.
A rush of adrenaline overcame her as she gripped little Dezzie’s soaked pink flower in her fist and ground her own pussy into the girl's face. She released her grip and clamped down on it with her teeth, and the younger one and older one both exploded into each other's mouths simultaneously, both women swallowing as much of each other's essence as possible. Something came over her in this moment and she changed, there would be no turning back now, she knew she was a dominant and had been gifted with a beautiful submissive.
After they both came, she once again grabbed the girl by her hair and dragged her to the shower and told her to clean herself up, she was filthy. She kissed her with passion then released her hair and shoved her into the shower. She watched her for a few moments and noticed her cheeks were still flush, she seemed to be responding well to, and enjoying, being controlled. The way she had been speaking was basically begging for it.
This was new territory and just like eating her ass, Destiny would never have guessed this was something she would be oh so excited about. Her heart thumped with the possibilities. Basically, at this moment this girl was completely dependent on Destiny for everything, due to having locked herself out of her grandma’s, and it added a raw control over her that was keeping Destiny on the edge of aroused even after coming just moments ago.
“Can I borrow some underwear?” Dez appeared, drying her abundant hair with a towel.
“No. But I can take you to buy some of your own. I want you to make up your face and get ready to go out.”
“I don’t have money.”
“Oh, sweetie, you’re just a pet now, pets don’t need money.”
They shared a knowing glance and grin, both equally titillated by the thought.
As they drove, Destiny found it so charming that Dez could care less about her short dress not really covering her exposed lower half very well. She pulled into a lingerie shop she had always noticed on the ride from the airport and as they walked in, she was delighted to find an attractive smiling woman of about her own age working in the shop alone.
“Hello ladies, if I can help you with anything let me know, and if there’s anything you don’t see that you want, let me know, I could possibly order it.”
“Oh nice, are you the owner?” Destiny asked.
“Indeed I am!”
“Pleasure, I’m Destiny, this is Dezzie.” Destiny stuck out her hand while Dez kept hers clasped behind her back, maintaining a sheepish gaze and decidedly pouty lips.
“Miranda, the pleasure is mine.”
Miranda was tall, thin, and sexy in that librarian-with-a-secret way. No wedding ring, dressed casually except for a black silk choker with a tiny gold padlock on the throat clasp.
“Dezzie sweetheart, why don’t you go pick out a garter belt and try it on while I talk to the nice lady. Come and show us how it fits when you find one you like.”
“Yes, mistress.”
‘Oh wow she said it’, both older women thought to themselves.
“You know,” Miranda cleared her throat, “we have a backroom there behind the curtain where I sell things that would likely be right up your alley.” Then she whispered, “She is stunning, by the way. You’re a lucky woman, Destiny.”
“I really am, and thank you.”
“She’s lucky as well” Miranda added, and stared while taking a deep breath, and swallowed hard enough that Destiny noticed.
“Awww, that’s sweet. I like to think so.”
The tension was snapped when Dez appeared;
“How about this one?” She held her dress up to her belly with one hand while doing her best to cover her crotch with her other, and slowly twirled for both ladies.
“That’s beautiful, but put these on so we can see the whole package,” Miranda said as she handed her some matching thigh-high stockings. She crossed the room to the door, and locked it, flipped the open sign to closed, and closed the Venetian blinds.
“Dezzie darling, take your dress right off. Miranda, do you have anything we could blindfold her with? They say when you remove one sense, the others become heightened. Plus, I don’t wanna know if she starts crying, the poor thing.”
Again came the feeling that she was barely in control of her words and actions, they were happening and she was observing.
“Of course, Destiny.”
After she had her stockings and blindfold on, Destiny whispered to Miranda to enjoy herself, please, that she was worn out but wanted to watch young Dezzie being used. Miranda asked if they should employ a safe word, and Destiny said although the girl rather enjoys pain, it would be a good idea. She told her to not leave any lasting marks. “Be careful but not too careful.” Destiny soon learned this was a good choice, for the scene that played out was not only thrilling and eye-opening, but educational for an aspiring Dom like herself.
