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It was a warm summer morning, as I walked into the train station. I glanced up at the wall-clock as I entered the waiting room leading to the platform. I mentally noted the time - 7:42am - and smiled. I had plenty of time before the next train.
I wore a thin summer dress that morning; sleeveless and floor-length with buttons from hem to neckline, in pale yellow with flower prints all over. I had left the lower third of the buttons open, and the low morning sun rendered the flowing material around my legs semi-transparent as I walked in and looked for a seat. I spotted a young man in a business suit reading the morning newspaper. A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I picked a seat almost opposite him and demurely sat down, waving the open dress to cover my legs as I did so.
The man looked up from his paper, and flashed a "I don't know you, I'm just being polite" smile that is often used by commuters these days. I responded with my best "smouldering innocence" smile, as I crossed my legs quickly. Public seating is rarely designed for people as tall as I am (I stand almost 6' in bare feet), and I use that to every advantage in my games. As my elevated knees circled each other, and the open portion of my dress parted, I'm sure he got a shadowy glimpse up my thighs before his view was obscured by the rest of my shapely legs. The man's gaze returned quickly to the morning news, and I planned the next stage of my little show.
When he wasn't looking, I deftly undid the lowest of the fastened buttons, and the highest - my firm cleavage pushed the top of the dress open, and I shifted my seating position to display more of my thigh. I waited patiently until his view shifted to me once more. I pretended to be busy in my handbag, but watched as his eyes traced the view up my thigh, and then down the cleft between my breasts, before hurriedly returning to the paper.
From that point on, I knew the paper was only a shield. I re-crossed my legs, slower this time, giving his eyes just long enough to realise I wore no underwear before once again my smooth crotch was bated in shadow and obscured. The young man shifted nervously in his seat, and glaced around the waiting room. I glanced too, but finding the presence of someone else now would not have stopped me - the thrill of having this man look at me was too strong.
I undid the next lowest button on my dress, and slowly uncrossed my legs. I deliberately slid the whole of my left calf over my right knee before settling my feet on the ground 12" apart, whilst keeping my knees together. The light fabric of the dress fell either side of my thighs, and even I could see the start of my hairless groin. The man sat mesmerized as I slowly parted my knees and allowed his gaze further and further up my tanned thighs, until my bare moist lips came into view. He shifted his position again, trying to disguise the growing bulge in his trousers.
I chuckled to myself. the buzz I felt from displaying my body to this stranger was intense. I placed one hand on my knee, and the man watched as I slid my fingertips up the inside of my thigh and then traced the length of my wet slit with my thumb, before pausing on my button. Touching there sent a beautiful shiver up my spine, and i couldn't keep the joy from my face.
I stood up suddenly, grabbing my handbag and headed for the platform. I saw the young man's face crash as I walked through the door - I paused briefly to taunt him with a beconning finger, before exiting onto the platform.
I sat on one of the wooden benches on the platform, and waited. The young man stumbled hurriedly onto the platform, and once he spotted where I was he came and sat next to me. He smiled nervously as I took his hand, and once I had positioned my hand over his, I placed it on my knee. The young man looked at our hands, but didn't pull away - I slowly parted my legs, and the movement caused his hand to slide up my thigh. I let his hand come to rest mere inches from my hot snatch, before letting go and moving my hand to his crotch.
The man found a sudden boost of confidence, and moved his hand to cup my sex. The sensation made me shiver with delight, so he started to caress me - he slid his middle finger up and down my wet lips, rubbing across my swolen bud with each pass. With each stroke pushed a little deeper, and now it was my turn to squirm in my seat, until at last he pushed two fingers deep inside me, and I let out a little gasp.
I grasped his hand now, controlling the rythm and speed of his fingers sliding in and out. My breath was coming in short gasps as I used his hand to bring me to the edge, before pulling his hand away. The man looked disappointed and ashamed as I stood up, and started to stand up. I stopped him by throwing one leg over him and sitting in his lap, facing him. I reached behind myself, and under the cover of my half-open dress draped over his legs I carefully undid his trousers. I reached inside, and carefully freed his rock-hard cock from his boxer shorts. It felt hot and thick in my hand, and I could hardly wait to feel it inside me.
As I manoevered his manhood and rubbed the pulsating tip along my waiting lips, the man reached up and undid the last of the buttons on my dress. It flowed away from my breasts under it's own weight, and he buried his face in their firm globes. My nipples were already stiff, so when his mouth found a hard teat to suck and nibble on I moaned softly. I held his stiff member and pushed down with my hips - my dripping snatch took the head in easily, and I could feel the size and heat of him enter me. I let my weight push me down onto the young man's monster cock, gradually getting used to it's size. I had never encountered something so large before, and I could feel it filling me up completely. I sat almost still, just rocking slightly to ease more of his cock into me, as he continued to kiss and suck my breasts. The morning air across my wet nipples sent the teats as hard as bullets, and the man's continued kisses and nibbles made my skin tingle with excitement.
I slowly increased my rocking, sliding his huge member in and out, loving every movement of him inside me. I leaned into him, pushing his face further into my cleavage as I moved my hips against his. I was surprised when the man slid his hands under my open dress to grasp my ass-cheeks, and pull me hard downwards, pumping me full of hot hard cock. My head started spinning, and all notions of restraint fled my mind.
I positioned my feet on one of the metal supports at the back of the wooden bench, and grasped the young man by the shoulders. Using my new-found leverage, I bounced hard in his lap, forcing his monster cock to new depths inside me. Arching backwards, my firm breasts bouncing in the face of this stranger I had not even met until half an hour ago and filled to capacity and beyond by his cock, my senses went into overload.
I could feel the orgasm building inside of me like a tsunami of pleasure, and I surrendered myself to it's relentless force. Wave after wave of sensations washed over me, drowning my consciousness in pleasure. It took several long moments of shaking and contorting before the real world once again forced it's presence into my brain.
I looked dreamily into the eyes of the young man sitting beneath me. He wore an exhausted but satisfied grin, and his eyes sparkled. I kissed him softly, before extracting myself from his lap. I stood up, and fastened some of the buttons of my dress to cover my sweat-sheened body from the suddenly cool morning breeze across the platform. The man quickly put away his deflating member, suddenly embarassed by how I had left it waving in full view after our sex. His face was pleading as he tried to stand, still battling with his trousers, as I grabbed my handbag and started to walk away towards the platform toilets. I smiled and waved, pointing back along the platform behind him. I could feel the combined efforts of our pleasure finding their way down the inside of my thighs as he turned to look - just in time to see the morning commuter train pulling into the station. He hurriedly gathered his belongings and ran after the last coach as I entered the ladies' toilets to clean myself up. I bet that young man will never forget this particular trip to work!

The sound of enemy fire striking the hull echoed through the air as Ytrana ran along the slender walkway suspended over the reactor chamber. She shouted to the technicians to evacuate as she ran, knowing where their attackers were concentrating their blasts. Reports of hull breaches were coming in over her earpiece communicator, and she knew the ship had been boarded. Ytrana slid down the rails of the walkway ladder, hitting the floor running on her way out of the engine room - she must survive to mount a defence of her ship!
The hull of the starship 'Divinity' creaked and twisted from the force of an explosion - the main propulsion unit had just been destroyed. Ytrana scrambled away from the rolling fireball that filled the metal corridor behind her, and she knew that the engine-room was lost. One of the technicians had made it out in front of her, and in a moment of panic, turned to look at the explosion. Pieces of twisted debris ricocheted around the walls, and she winced as a sharp fragment sliced through the leg of her white jumpsuit. It left a shallow gash across her thigh as she ran from the building heat behind her. The Technician was not so lucky; a large chunk bounced along the floor in front of her - a jagged piece of sheet metal welded to a hollow tube - and buried one end of the tube into the man's chest. An open doorway presented itself; Ytrana dived through and flattened herself on the floor in a desperate move. The dying wall of flame roared over her head, the flames spreading out over the ceiling of the room before extinghuishing. A sheen of sweat covered her skin as she glanced around the room that had saved her life - it was one of the many living quarters on this deck, and the discovery of the previous occupant filled her with dread. The body was of a young man in a red security uniform, twisted and broken in one corner as if flung there like unwanted garbage. He had obviously met the invaders that ravaged the ship and died fighting, still clutching his laser-pistol. Ytrana wrestled the pistol from the dead man's hand, and checked the charge display - empty. There was no evidence of the invaders being inured or killed here either - she threw the useless weapon across the room, and moved towards the doorway.
Tired and injured, Ytrana stepped out into the corridor once more. She looked briefly in the direction of the explosion, knowing that the crewmembers she had glimpsed behind her would not have survived. Saying a silent prayer for the dead, Ytrana prised the piece of wreckage out of  the dead technician - she preferred not to have to fight empty-handed. She pressed onwards, hoping to find someone alive amongst the carnage. She ran to the T-junction at the end of the corridor, and bore left towards the bridge - and her first sight of one of the invaders stopped Ytrana in her tracks. They resembled octopi - a large soft 'head' with a wet grey sheen, roughtly three feet in diameter with numerous tentacles of differing lengths and thicknesses trailing from it. The bulk of the creature's body was supported by a floating platform - it hovered as close as it could to the ceiling, it's larger tentacles still trailing behind it despite the six feet between the platform and the floor. In desperation, Ytrana threw her makeshift axe at the creature - it struck an invisible barrier, presumably generated by the platform, and clattered to the floor. She turned to run, straight into two more of the strange creatures! She was assaulted by a mass of tentacles, and quickly found her wrists and ankles bound tightly. The two squid-things worked together to roughly yank Ytrana off the floor, and she found herself dangling face-down and struggling uselessly against the snake-like appendages that held her. She strained to look down along her body at the first invader, and saw it approach her from behind. It made strange squeaking and clicking noises, and a loudspeaker in the front of it's levitation platform crackled into life, and a computerised voice droned emotionlessly "These war-units grow fatigued from terminating your kind. There is no challenge, so we seek other satisfaction. This means your existance will continue, untill we tire of your presence." Rough tentacles tore strips off her captain's uniform as her bound limbs were pulled in opposite directions, forcing her body into a star-shape. Ytrana renewed her struggles, but to no avail - she could do nothing as her clothing was torn from her body, leaving her naked but for scraps of cloth where she was held so tightly. Her skin stung from the multiple scatches and abrasions, welts rising across her torso and limbs. Goosebumps rose all over her body as the coolness of the air caused her skin to react. The last alien wrapped several tentacles around her waist, and lifted - Ytrana welcomed the small amount of relief this offered her aching limbs, but the pangs of fear still remained. What did they plan for her? She flinched as several tentacles brushed against her exposed skin, but could not pull away. Helpless, she tracked their progress across her stomach, her thighs, her breasts. She mentally cursed as her nipples stiffened - partly from the cold, but also from the sensations of the tentacles roaming over her body. Two tentacles snaked underneath her, and coiled around her full breasts. They squeezed gently, and the tips brushed back and forth across her nipples which were rising steadily. Her next exhale was uneven, as her arousal increased. The computerised voice returned. "Your body changes. Reacts on it's own. This is weakness. What else will it do, unbidden?" Ytrana felt two more tentacles circle her thighs, and squeeze. She felt the tips wander close to her moistening pussy, and made a last-ditch effort to bring her legs together, but to no avail. The tentacles holding her limbs stretched her further, causing her to cry out in pain, before relenting. "Resistance is futile." the electronic voice droned. one of the tentacles curled and placed itself along the length of her tender wet lips, and she could not help but flinch. "Why do you protect this area so much. Why is it so important to you?" asked the monotone voice.
  Ytrana found her voice, quiet and breathless. "Please, no more torture. Kill me."
  The computer translated once more. "There is only pain when you defy us, and we will continue untill we find the answers we seek." The tentacle that lay across her most tender region withdrew, drawing it's rough surface across her exposed lips. Ytrana shuddered from the sensation, letting out her breath in a ragged sigh. She strained to look down her body at her tormentor, and saw it behind her, level with her body. It raised several small tentacles, which undulated as they approached her crotch. She flinched again as they deftly parted her wet lips, probing and caressing. The smallest tentacle, barely the thickness of a shoelace, found her bud. Ytrana moaned through clenched teeth as the tip circled around the centre of her pleasure, causing it to swell and stiffen. "More unbidden reactions. But curious ones. We will have to investigate further." Without warning, the tiny tentacle wrapped around her engorged clit, and tugged gently. The effect was dramatic - she bucked against her bindings, gasping! The tentacles probing her pussy reacted immediately, pulling her lips wide open as the tiny one set up a steady rythm pulling on her clit. Panting, Ytrana never noticed the tentacles touching her insides untill they suddenly forced themselves into her! She cried out as the  tentalces filled her completely, stretching her tender flesh as they undulated and writhed inside her. The sensations were so intense, she could feel herself drifting in and out of reality - she struggled to remain in control as her arousal washed over her again and again. Movement in front of her face caused her to look up, straight at the bulk of one of her captors! Ytrana watched, fascinated, as a tentacle unfolded and reached out to her. This one was different - thicker, with an opening in the tip. As she watched, a pale rod about eight inches long and two inches in diameter slid out of the end of the tentacle. It glistened from it's covering of thick fluid, and she noticed nodules all over it's surface. Suddenly, it snaked outward and forced it's way into her mouth! Unable to stop it, Ytrana found her mouth and throat full of warm alien flesh - the fluid tasted sweet, and suddenly she found her sensitivity increased! Lost to sensation, she began licking and sucking at the alien appendage, rolling her tongue over the bumps and veins on it's surface. The aliens chattered to each other, and this time the computer voice did not translate. Ytrana felt the tentacles withdraw from inside her, and a strange feeling of dissappointment washed over her. Something warm touched to her dripping pussy, then pushed it's way inside, hard and fast. It felt very similar to the object in her mouth - bolts of pleasure shot up her spine as each nodule forced it's way past her lips, and roughly massaged her stretched pussy! The pain and pleasure formed an intoxicating sensation as the new appendage filled her completely, and her mind tumbled away into semi-consciousness, lost in pleasure.
  Slowly, Ytrana regained her senses - the appendages were still inside her, but their undulations were slower and more restrained. Slowly, she attempted to bring her hands and knees underneath her - at first the tentacles binding her resisted, but gradually allowed her to move. Once she was in a position to support herself, the tentacles gradually lowered her onto the floor. Once there, Ytrana curved her back, pushing her ass upwards like a cat in heat - and was rewarded with another noduled tentacle! This one dripped the strange thick slime into her waiting asshole, before pushing it's way inside. The pressure was intense - she felt every single nodule as it forced it's way inside, and only the presence of the first appendage stpped her from crying out! Stuffed full in all three holes, Ytrana bucked and sucked and writhed with the mixture of pleasure and pain flooding her senses.
  Her climax approached rapidly, and hit her as a wall of extacy. Her whole body shook from the force of the first orgasm, and the ripples of pleasure travelled along her limbs, leaving exhaustion in their wake. Unable to support herself, Ytrana slumped to the floor, and the three appendages withdrew, dancing in the air above her. Their movements became erratic, before filling the air above her with thick globs of pink fluid, which splattered on and around her naked body. Wherever the substance touched her tingled with new sensations, and she found herself wondering what it would have been like to feel the fluid inside her...
  One of the beings approached, it's bulk shadowing Ytrana's head. The thing chattered, and the electronic voice once again spoke in it's emotionless monotone. "You provide an interesting distraction. We will capture the rest of the fe-male crew, then tow your crippled vessel back to our homeworld. We will spare one or two of the males, for breeding purposes. Our kind will enjoy playing with their new pets." The three aliens rose back to the ceiling, leaving Ytrana in the pool of sticky pink slime, unable to move.

This is a (quite long) story, so be prepared...

It was late afternoon, and Isobel stood in the bus station watching the crowd milling around in their usual bustle, lost in there own world. She too had things on her mind - wondering if her make-up was ok, planning dinner that evening, but generally feeling self-conscious. She wore a smart black knee-length skirt split to her thigh, with a matching black jacket - the jacket was open for most of it's length, only held around her waist by two buttons.Underneath, she wore a white silk blouse with tiny bone buttons, that was shaped and styled to fit snugly over her firm breasts.
Isobel brushed her long raven-black hair from her face and glanced at the people walking by, wondering if any of them would notice or guess her little secret - and the thought set her pulse racing. A casual glance at her would not reveal anything, but if someone was to actually look...

She tore her thoughts away from the subject, and looked for something to concentrate upon. A bus was just emptying of passengers - the last few were stepping down onto the pavement and wandering away. The last passenger caught Isobel's eye; a pretty young lady wearing a pleated pink skirt, white t-shirt and tights, with a pink fur-rimmed half-jacket. The girl's platinum-blonde hair was tied up into pigtails with pink ribbons, and the pink platform trainers (all the rage, she had been told) still didn't push the girl's height beyond five feet. The whole outfit gave off an air of young innocence.

As she watched, the girl stepped to the edge of the bus door. In one hand she carried a 'Hello Kitty' backpack, which she paused for a moment to put on. A stray puff of wind caught the girl's skirt while her arms were occupied, causing it to rippple - Isobel's jaw dropped at what she glimpsed under it! The girl was wearing stockings, not tights, held up by a red silk suspender-belt. Between the straps of the belt sat the girl's bare crotch, with a neatly trimmed heart of (obviously dyed) bright red red pubic hair, above her soft pink lips. Caught off-guard, Isobel could not take her eyes away - the contrast between the innocent look of the girl's outfit, and the sensuality of what was hidden underneath aroused her. She raised her eyes to see the girl looking straight at her - to her surprise, the girl winked, before stepping down from the bus, and walking towards an old converted church just outside the bus station.

Unable to stop herself, Isobel followed the girl into the church. It had been converted into a three-level shopping centre; the large space was full of tiny shops selling ornaments, greeting cards, and other oddities. The girl walked calmly to the staircase that snaked it's way up around the inside of the open centre of the church, and linked the three levels. Isobel watched the beautiful bare ass bobbing underneath the skirt as she followed the young lady up the stairs. Her gaze caught the large 'Kitty' Logo on the backpack, felt a flash of shame burn across her face for peeking. She averted her eyes until the stairs opened out into a landing. At the second level, the girl walked calmly away from the stairs and around a corner in the complex layout. Isobel hurried after her, and almost bumped into the girl who stood waiting in a small space between two of the shops, where large wheeled bins stood silently.

  "Are you following me?" the girl asked.
  Isobel felt ashamed, and lowered her gaze. "I am sorry. You looked so beautiful, i was mesmerized. I meant no harm." she stammered.
  "I saw you looking as the wind caught me." the girl said in a flat, serious tone.
  "I.. I am sorry. It was accidental. Please don't..." Isobel began, but was interrupted.
  "Did you like what you saw?" the girl said quietly. Isobel was stunned - she looked up at the pretty young lady before her, the picture of innocence, and couldn't believe what she heard. "Did you like what you saw?" the girl repeated, louder this time. Isobel could only nod, her voice failing completely. The girl slid her hand up her thigh, until one fingertip plunged into the pink wetness of her lips and along her young pussy. Isobel watched transfixed as the girl lifted the wet finger to her lips, and licked it slowly. "It tastes so sweet... would you like to try?" she said, smiling wickedly.

  Finally, Isobel found her voice. "It would be like tasting heaven. Oh please, give me the chance!"
  "First, you must do something for me.." the girl said quietly.
  "Anything!" Isobel replied, then blushed at her own eagerness to do such a thing to this young woman.
  "Lift your skirt for me." the girl said softly. Isobel blushed, but gripped the material of the skirt, and gathered it into her fingers slowly. the hem of her skirt rose - surely her secret will be revealed to this girl, a complete stranger!. Isobel stopped when the hem was just below the cheeks of her bottom. "What's this?" the young lady said quietly, and stepped a little closer. Isobel knew what she was looking at, and blushed furiously - she could feel where the control box was taped to the inside of her thigh, and now the girl could see it.
  "please, don't... I'm so embarassed." Isobel whispered. She wanted to pull her skirt back down, but did not want to offend the young woman. She longed for the girl on her tongue, and was secretly excited by the situation she found herself in.
  "My, you are a naughty lady, aren't you?" the young woman said. "Lift your skirt higher, I want to see just what you have hidden there." With her heart pounding in her chest, Isobel complied. She pulled the skirt higher, revealing her clean-shaven crotch to this girl. The 'secret' she had been keeping all this time, was the toy that was pushed deep into her pussy. About an inch of the toy was visible  from her wet flesh - this inch had a small protrusion shaped like a dolphin, which rested against her clit. The small box taped to her leg was connected to the toy by a small wire. Isobel could feel the juices from her excitement starting to trickle along the thin wire against her leg. She suddenly realized where she was, and moved further into the shadows as the girl studied her dripping pussy.

"Very nice." she said. Isobel jumped as the young lady placed her hand over the visible part of the toy, pressing the tiny 'dolphin' against her swelling clit. "Turn it on, for me?" Isobel was shocked but excited, and moved her hand to the control box. She braced herself and pushed the power lever - the vibe buried deep inside her sprung to life, sending delicious shivers all through her tender flesh. The young lady kept up the pressure, making sure her clit got lots of attention from the little dolphin.
  Isobel could feel her knees weakening, tried not to give any signs of just how turned on she was getting. The girl released her grip on the toy, to untie her pigtails. Isobel watched, and offered no resistance when the girl began to tie her hands together with the ribbons, behind her back. When she was finished, the girl smiled sweetly. "Do you still want to taste me?" she said. Isobel nodded, the sensations from her vibrating pussy building up and climbing her spine. "Then come here.". Isobel looked puzzled. the girl had moved into the entrance of the alleyway, and stood behind one of the wheeled bins. Isobel moved closer, trying to stay in the shadows. The young lady took the hem of her dress, and tucked it into the red suspender-belt, leaving her crotch exposed.

"Come taste me" she said sweetly. Isobel looked at the girl, and at the entrance to the alley. To enjoy the sweet taste of the girl she would have to stand in view of people walking by - the girl would of course be hidden from view. Isobel stood in front of the girl, and moved to lick her soft inviting pussy. With her hands tied she had to balance crouched, her knees up high with her ass fully exposed and the vibe going in her pussy. The position tightened her own pussy around the vibe, and the sensations made her light-headed. Her juices started dripping onto the floor as she extended her tongue to touch the promised lips. The girl grabbed Isobel's head, and pulled her closer, squashing her face into the soft young snatch. She lapped at the sweet-tasting nectar flowing from this young lady's pussy, as her own began to pour. She could hear gasps, presumably from people spotting her as they walked by, but didn't care. Her orgasm was far too close to stop now, and she pushed her tongue deep into the girl, lapping at her insides as the girl gripped her head.
  Isobel convulsed as the orgasm hit her. Her pussy contracted, and pushed the still-vibrating toy out and onto the floor, where it buzzed noizily. The girl held onto Isobel, to stop her from falling over, untill she regained control of her senses. Panting, Isobel rested against the wall behind the wheeled bin, as the girl untied her hands. She watched as the girl retrieved the toy from the puddle on the floor, and turned it off, still with her hem tucked into the front of her suspender belt.

She approached Isobel, with a naughty glint in her eye, and whispered "Now it's my turn..." The young lady slipped her backack from around her shoulders, and placed it on the floor next to her. She carefully unzipped the pack and removed a gold collar - it had a large leash-ring on the front of it, and attached to the ring were a black leather lead, and a gold chain with gold clamps attached to it. She placed the chain carefully on the floor, and reached into the pack once more. This time, she retrieved a huge double-ended strap-on dildo! The rubber dicks attached to the harness must have each been a foot long, with a circumference of approximately four inches.

The harness was a simple affair that attached around each leg to hold the monster in place. Isobel could see the eager anticipation in the young woman's eyes as she handed over the strap-on. "You wear this, and I'll put on the jewelry" she said excitedly. Isobel nodded, and manoevered one end of the thing to her sopping pussy. Carefully, she pushed it inside her, inch by thick inch - she could feel it stretching the walls of her pussy, the undulating surface of the incredibly detailed cock sending shivers through her body as it worked it's way past her lips. Her wetness eased it's journey, but she still struggled to cram all of it's considerable size inside of her. Finally, she had pushed the immense dildo in far enough to be able to fasten the straps around her thighs, and every movement of it excited her from the pressure inside - even with the straps tight, the last couple of inches of the flexible monster refused to fit inside her!
Isobel finally looked up to see the young lady putting the last of her clothing into the backpack. It took a double-take to realize that the girl was naked, but for her shoes, stockings, and suspender belt! Around her neck was the delicate gold collar, a perfect compliment to her delicate tanned skin. The girl stood up, and turned to face Isobel - she bore no tan lines, and now the purpose of the chains became evident. Following them from the ring on the collar, Isobel traced the taut chains to their first destination. The weight of each breast was now supported by a chain, which was firmly attached to each of the girl's stiff pink nipples by a stout gold clip. The chains continued, over the girls flat stomach, past her slender round hips, and finally converged at her soft pink pussy. Isobel looked carefully, and saw that the two chains ended at a single gold clip, which was attached to the young lady's clit!

  "God, you are beautiful" Isobel whispered.
  "Thank you, Mistress!" the girl replied, and curtsied. The movement caused her breasts to jiggle, and the gold clips pulled at their respective places. Isobel could see the tiny trickle of juices flowng from the young lady's sweet pussy - she wondered just how such an innocent-looking girl could develop such tastes in excitement! The girl looked up with 'puppy dog' eyes, and said "Now, mistress, I want you to fuck me." Isobel felt herself blush, but stepped closer to the object of her desire. The girl put up a hand, and she stopped. "Not here..." she said softly "...over there."
Isobel looked to where the young woman was pointing, and swallowed nervously. She was indicating a small alley similar to the one they were standing in, but on the opposite side of this level! The girl placed the loop of the lead into Isobel's hand, then said "Take me there, please?" Isobel felt very self-conscious, and pulled her skirt hem down as low as she could get it - the huge rubber cock made it difficult, and the added pressure of it inside her made her feel light-headed. The bulge of it was still visible once the skirt was down!

The young lady turned away from Isobel, and bent over to reach into the backpack once more. Her beautiful rear waved enticingly as she rummaged inside the pack, before she produced another 'toy'. This was an oddly-shaped eight-inch dildo (it reminded Isobel of a carrot in some ways) which had fastened to it a luxurious hair tail about 18 inches long. The girl handed it backwards, without straightening up. "This is for my ass, Mistress" the girl said sweetly. Isobel stood stunned for a moment, then nodded. She licked the dildo part thoroughly to provide lubrication, then approached the girl as she gripped her ankles in preperation. Isobel dripped saliva into the girl's waiting asshole, and touched the tip of the dildo there. The girl gave a happy sigh, then nodded vigorously. Isobel pushed the dildo slowly into her ass, rotating it to ease it's entry. The girl moaned as the thing forced it's way inside her, until the indent in the dildo 'popped' inside, and held it there. At last, the girl straightened up, her expression a mixture of pain and joy. "Now, please, lead me." she said. Isobel took the lead, and walked towards the entrance of the alley. The girl dutifully followed, her nipples and clit  reddening from the action of the clips as her breasts jiggled.

Isobel took a deep breath, then strode out onto the walkway. She started fast, but quickly the young lady called to her. "Not so fast, Mistress. The harness pulls too much." Isobel continued at a more leasurely pace, constantly aware of the shoppers around them staring at the spectacle: a smart businesswoman with a suspicious bulge in her skirt, leading a virtually naked girl with a tail on a lead.
Isobel could feel herself blushing the whole time as they made their way around the walkway to the alley the girl had picked out. She could feel her own juices leaking from around the massive cock inside her, and dribbling down her leg. The girl was much the same, the flow causing wet patches to appear in her stocking-tops. They arrived at the alley, and Isobel moved to enter - but she felt the lead go taut. "Here, is where I was pointing, Mistress" the girl said sweetly. Isobel turned to see the girl pointing to the railing around the edge of the walkway. Astonished, she watched as the girl gripped the rail with both hands, and bent over the top. "Take me. Fill my waiting cunt full of cock! Make me scream!" With a well-practiced movement of her pert round bottom, the young lady flicked the long hair tail up, so it lay across her back. Isobel was mesmerised by the sight of the girl's dripping pussy, and could restrain herself no longer! She stepped boldly forward, and grabbed the girl's suspender-belt with both hands. Carefully aiming the monster strapped between her thighs, Isobel pushed the waiving tip into the soft pink flesh of her pussy.

The young woman squealed with delight, and then a mixture of pleasure and pain, as Isobel firmly as much as she could of the dildo's twelve-inch length into her! She changed her hold on the girl, gripping her young hips firmly and started to work the rubber cock in and out, in and out. She could feel every movement deep inside her, the sensations rolling over her consciousness again and again, and she knew the girl would be experiencing the same. Slowly, she increased both the length and frequency of her thrusts, as a crowd gathered around them. Isobel no longer cared who saw her, as she pumped both of them full of dildo, right to the hilt! The girl was moaning heavily, and Isobel could only wonder what the gold clips were doing to her most tender places as they fucked frantically on the walkway in front of all the astonished shoppers. She was caught off-guard when the young lady let go with one hand and reached back to the butt-plug tail, pushed a hidden switch.

The plug suddenly sprang into life, vibrating with such force that the tremors travelled through the huge strap-on and down into the base of Isobel's stretched pussy! Almost on queue, both she an the girl were thrown into orgasm, the girl wailing loudly as the sensations overwhelmed her! Through her clouded senses, Isobel could see uniformed security officers heading for their position - she scooped up the innocent-looking backpack, grabbed the girl around the waist and hurried (still with the girl impaled upon the dildo) away from the scene. Some of the crowd stood awestruck as they passed, but other sympathetic (or horny) watchers got in the way of the security, slowing them down enough for Isobel and her 'passenger' to escape into the public toilet block.

  They arrived in the 'ladies', and isobel helped the poor exhausted girl off her end of the dildo and placed her in one of the cubicles, the butt-plug still buzzing away inside her. She undid the straps on the monster, and eased it out of her tender stretched and pounded pussy, until it dropped to the floor in a pool of juices. She straightened her skirt, and unzipped the backpack she was carrying. Retrieving the girl's clothing, she layed them out on every available flat surface, then carefully unclipped the jewelry before removing the collar around  the girl's neck. She saw just how red the young woman's nipples were from the action of the clips, and feared for the poor girl's clit. She moved to extract the butt-plug from the young lady's rear, but an unsteady hand stopped her. She looked into the girl's eyes - they sparkled as she looked up, smiling. "Just my clothes, please." she said quietly. Isobel obeyed, and helped the girl into her skirt and T-shirt. She winced as the T-shirt dragged across the crimson nipples, and Isobel felt twinges of guilt pulse through her at what she had put this girl through, even if she had suggested it. Reaching under her own skirt, the young lady unclipped the 'tail' from the plug, and pushed it into the waiting pack, along with the jewelry. The strap-on followed, then the young lady carefully put on her jacket. Isobel could faintly hear the plug still vibrating!

  "I'm so sorry..." Isobel said quietly "... I didn't mean to hurt you so much. Are you going to be OK?" The young lady smiled, then threw her arms around her neck, and buried her face in Isobel's boobs.
  "Don't be sorry, I haven't cum that hard in months! We definately have to do this again! Please?" The girl turned on her puppy-dog eyes, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly. Isobel could only giggle and nod. The young woman's expression changed to a devilish grin.
  "If you are sure you want to, then I would love to meet you again - but maybe somewhere a little more private?" Isobel said. The girl thought for a moment.
  "Sure. If it's private, maybe we can get a bit kinky." Isobel's mind reeled. How much kinkier could it get? The young lady continued "We can crash at my pop's place. I often have friends over, and I can pass you off as a private tutor - he never knows who he's hiring from one week to the next." The girl reached into the backpack, and retrieved a small pink clam-style moble phone, with the Hello Kitty logo on it. "I'll call you on this, and arrange for you to come visit. You don't mind a few of my friends there, do you? I know some girls who will love to meet you!"

  Isobel smiled. "Of course I don't mind."
  The girl bounced happily, then winced. "Great. Well, I gotta go. If turn the phone on in the morning, and check for text messages, we can sort things out. Once my friends know you, they might text too! TTFN, and thanks for the ride!" With that, the young lady carefully put the Hello Kitty backpack on, and walked out of the toilets waving farewell. Isobel could only dream of what adventures were in store for her, with this little sexpot leading the way!

Welcome everyone. In my search for a place to post my writings, I have ended up here. I hope it treats me a little better than some other places I have been.

Ah well.

Hopefully, I will post some of my work soon... :)