ENTER....pART 2

It was days later before I heard from her again.  This lady who did something no other person has ever done to me.  Forcibly took my body.  No foreplay.  Nothing.  I was at the grocery store when my cell rang, and it was her.   "Hello Sexy....how are you?"  I smiled.  Fine, and yourself.  "Did I catch you at a bad time?"  No... I'm at the store picking up a few things.  What's up?  I hope everything is fine with you...  "Yes, it is; can't complain...can't complain"   Good.  "What are your plans for the evening.  I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner.  Nothing formal...Just a meal.  Just bring yourself".  I said sure before I knew it.  LOL.  I would finally get some alone time with this woman who had taken over my mind, as of late.  "1749 Virginia Ave.  Think you can find that?"  Oh yes, been through there a couple of times.  "Ok..I'll be waiting on you".  And she hung up.
I know she knows I'm so excited about seeing her.  She has this way with me.  I know she knows I enjoy spending time with her.  I'm thinking of that night, as I take my items to the register.  Smiling in the checkout line.  I hope they don't think I'm nuts.  Walking out to the car, my mind began to wonder if Stormie would be there.  I know Mistress said the next time, we all would meet up...  I hope she is..I think.  LOL.  Last time, I'm telling you--it was WILD.  I loved the way Mistress subtly seduced my mind into the room, and how she took over my will.  Makes me wonder what else I would submit to.....  And what was Stormie doing while she was sexxing me?  Was she enjoying it...was she waiting her turn..was she ordered to watch...all questions I'd really like her to answer for me.  I'm guessing that Mistress always breaks in the new meat herself. 
It seemed like I got home in record time.  I was thinking what to wear, what was gonna happen, and what if it was more than I could handle....  What will I wear?  What's her favorite color.  Look at me--thinking too much.  Ok..I'm just going basic.  Nothing too loud, too revealing...just a soft expression of my pleasure in being in the company of these two beauties.
According to the address she gave me, she is about a 15 minute drive from me, so I gotta get moving.  6:42p.m.  Ok..  I lotion my body really well, and decide against anything too fitting...so this nice beige blouse, and slacks will do, along with my new sandals I got the past weekend.  I pin my hair up, check me one more time..and I'm out the door.  Adventure awaits. 
I turn onto the street.  1743..1745..1747....hmmm nice houses.  1749. Yes, this it it.  I pull up, and sit there for a moment.  taking several deep breaths.  Whatever this is.....I'm running to it, and not away from it.  It's a kind of thrill that I can't explain; how someone can bring out parts of you that others can't.  Probably comes from a willingness to explore, without inhibitions.  Everyone don't have it.  Some like to live their lives structured, and "regular", like the Cosby's.  I think I have a lil streak of curiosity, combined with a desire for a thrill or two.  Not anything too harsh.  Just enough to get the fires in  my soul heated, and make me feel like I'm really alive.  Is that asking too much?  Nawww.
Making sure my keys are in my pockets, I lock the car door, and head to the house.  I reach the top step, and I can hear music.  Sounds like The Isleys, "What Would You Do"  One of my favorites....  I ring the door bell.  I'm singing the words, as I hear footsteps coming towards the door. 

 

I check me out one more time...  The door opens.  My heart almost stops.  It's Stormie.  Temporarily caught up in feelings...I don't know what to think..to say.  She simply smiles.  And, it melts me.  Hiii. I stuttered.  "Hi".  She was laughing at my awkwardness, as she invited me in.  She could see my shyness.  Even though I knew  that it was a possibility that she would be here, I'm still kinda shocked.  She led me into a large living room area, and, in amazement, I look around me at the nice pictures on the walls.  I was trying not to make eye contact with Stormie until I was more comfortable.  "Have a seat.  Can I get you something to drink?" she asked so sweetly.  Just a gin, please.  A Slow gin.  I'm not even sure what to expect beyond this moment, but I settle into whatever presents itself.  I hear footsteps coming...  "Hello, Mami.  I see you made it.   Welcome to my home.  Make yourself comfortable.  Did Stormie offer you a drink?"   Yes.  "Good.  She's a good girl.  Very good."  I smile, bashfully.  She sits across from me, looking me over....with her inviting eyes.  I feel her thoughts, again.  Wonder what she got up her sleeve....  Stormie comes back in with three drinks, and we toast the evening.  "Let's eat.  Dinner, that is.  LOL," Mistress says.  They get their drinks and take them to the table, and I follow them.  During dinner, we talk very little.  Occasionally exchanging glances, or subtle smiles.  I could tell something was going on.  I finish first, and offer my compliments to the cook.  "Well, you have Stormie to thank for this delicious meal.  Wouldn't you like to thank her properly?"   Her words caught me off guard.  I couldn't speak.  I could see them, smiling at me, aware of my shyness.  But, still waiting for an answer. Yes, I think I should.  'Stormie, that was a wonderful meal'. 
"Now I know you can do better than that, come on now...", Stormie said to me, with a lustful grin.  Now, it's my chance.  To roll with the big dawgs, or stay on the porch.  So, I get up from my chair, walk over to her.  Nervous as Hell.  I look into her eyes, and without saying a word, kiss her, gently on the lips.  Twice.  Smiled, and went back to my seat.  Mistress has an approving smile on her face. I shun eye contact with Stormie until I know I can handle not blushing.  But, I think they know I am anyway.  When I finally make eye contact with Stormie, she winks at me.  We exchange idle chatter for a few minutes, until Mistress gets up, and starts walking towards the back of the house, motioning us to follow her.  I am filled with so much excitement, and nervousness that I stumble over my own feet. It was nothing else there.  LOL.  Clumsy me.  I followed them down a long hall, leading into a bedroom to die for.  A king size bed is the first thing I notice.  Lights dimly lit.  Music...Jazz playing.  The
smell of incense in the air.  I'm standing there, afraid to move, as Stormie jumps on the bed, playfully, and invites me.  I smile shyly.  Take several deep breaths, before joining her. I sit on the side of the bed.  She is laying there all comfortable, like she at home.  Or been there before.  Of course she has.  She was here when I got here.  I'm aware they've known each other for a while, and they seem so comfortable with each other. 
She is lying there, looking sexy as I don't know what, and she is watching me be shy, laughing.  "Come here, littlegirl", she whispers to me.  "I won't bite, unless you want me to.  Let's see what we can do about you being so bashful around us.  We're just one big family.  We share everything."  I'm just exhaling trying to be a big girl.  While inside, whewwwww.  I slide over to where she is, and she pulls me to her, and kisses me deeply. Her warm tongue sending me into instant overdrive.  Like turning on the fire on a torch.  Her body is so warm pressed against mine, and I become so lost in kissing her, that I don't notice Mistress has came back in the room.  I hear her clearing her throat, and saying, "Don't stop"   And we don't.  "I'm going to get some drinks for us, while you two get more comfy.  Wouldn't you like to shower together..."  Wow.  The Mistress don't hold nothing back.  She is handling this thing...LOL.   "Yes, littleone, let's go get wet."  Alrighty then.  That's me, sounding like I did this before.  SMH.  Stormie rises to her feet, takes me by my hand, and leads me into the bathroom, turns on the water, and starts to let her clothes fall.  Piece by piece.  Now.  It's time for me to tell you, I'm blown the fuck away!  It's like I'm mentally pinching myself, trying to figure out ..'how did  get here' ...'is this really happening to me'... A thousand thoughts cloud my mind.  But, I'm handling it.  I let my clothes fall to the floor, too.  WHile Stormie is setting the water temperature, I get this close up view of her body.  You know the view that we always wish we could get when seeing a fine woman in public, all dressed up.....  Well, I'm getting that view!  And, damnnnnnnnn!   She steps in, motions for me to join her.  I waste no time, because by now my drink is kicking in,making me a little more loose, and I'm feeling her.  She makes it look sooo easy.  And, of course I wanna be like her when I grow up.  We gravitate to each other, kissing again, while the water runs over our bodies.  The steam
is also enhancing  these rippling emotions.  I'm ready to be fucked. Plain and simple.  And, I don't care what they do to me.  We wash each other's bodies, and fondle, and kiss, and stuff, for moments before rinsing off, and stepping out of the shower together.  She grabs my left breast, and starts sucking it.  and I'm left ooohing, and aaahhing like a virgin, on her honeymoon.  I feel like a virgin, among two reputed experts of pleasure.  I'm the inductee..the student.  So to speak.  She is sucking my nipple, as her finger finds my clit, and she begins to massage it, roughly. I offer no resistance, and am caught up in a daze of excitement.  Breathing hard, and instantly cumming on her fingers.  DAMN.  She moans, and bends to her knees, and parts my legs to inspect things.  I lean back against the sink,as she goes in with her tongue to inspect closer, to assess the damage, and do a thorough investigation of the crime scene.  She takes her time, sucking on my clit, and fingering me, until I come again.  My
legs are weakening under me.   'I want to taste you, too', I mutter.  "And you will, babygirl, believe me--before tonight is over, you will do more than taste me.  And you will love every minute of it".  I manage to regain my composure as we prepare to go back into the bedroom.

When we walk back into the bedroom, Mistress is sprawled out on the bed, laying against pillows, under her head.  And she is strapped.  Damn is she strapped!  That big black dick is jus waving back and forth becoming to us.  She motions us with her index finger.  "Let's play.  Who wants to ride first?  I got a place for both of you to sit, so come on, don't be stingy.  She is holding her strap in her hands, rubbing it, as she nods for me to come sit on it. She licks her tongue out at Stormie.  She gets to ride her face, while I ride her strap.  We both assume our positions after each kissing her all over her body.  The way peasants should worship a Queen.  No words are needed, except for an occasional AHHH, or an MMMM.