"Laughter" is the prompt this week and while this story isn't meant to provoke laughter it does involve Isobel's sexy laugh attracting attention - I did write something last week which I thought might raise a laugh but not sure anyone else did - maybe tears were a more appropriate response anyway - depends on your age I guess! Tell me, lovely, loving pair! Why so kind, and so severe? Why so careless of our care, Only to yourselves so dear? On The Friendship Betwixt Two Ladies, Edmund Waller, 1606-1687 Part 5 Isobel's visits to the City and Luna now gave her life shape. She hadn't yet formulated the right description for her relationship with Luna. They certainly weren't punter and client, they were definitely friends, they had sex, glorious, kinky sex, but weren't lovers in the way most people use that word either. What mattered, though, was she now had someone she could be utterly honest with and who offered only support not judgement. Luna in turn had shared her story of the abusive husband who disappeared when she finally stood up to him, how she had raised their child alone and who was now at University making Luna very proud. Her choice to become an escort arose from a drunken conversation with a school friend who revealed that she worked in the afternoons while the kids were at school so she could enjoy the sort of life style she wanted. The same friend had given Luna the advice she still lived by - "Charge more than they expect, give them an unforgettable time and don't take shit from anyone!" Luna now only saw one or two clients on days she was working, many of them regulars, and while she didn't consider herself a specialist she made clear that there were very few kinks she wasn't up for. None of this felt remotely problematic for Isobel and when they had sex it was always felt new, fresh and very rewarding. They were drinking coffee in a cafe near Luna’s work flat after a healthy salad lunch. Isobel had spent the morning at the Library but her efforts to make sense of her life had yet again met with a blank. Her frustration was now being compounded by learning that she was not going to be able to have sex with Luna that afternoon because John, a valued client had rung from the airport earlier after discovering his flight was delayed for 24 hours and asking for a session with her. Isobel changed the subject to the other thing she had looked at during the morning - plastic surgery. Luna had some experience of this and as Isobel already knew her magnificent 36DD breasts owed as much to science as to nature. However, she was cautious about the extent of surgery that Isobel would require and urged her to think long and hard before starting to explore her options. "Your scars are extraordinary but they are part of you now. One day I hope you will learn what led you to the place where you got them. I know it will be hard but we both know that is what you want." Isobel thought about his for a few moments but was a little surprised to hear herself reply "What I want right now is to fuck that sweet cunt of yours" Luna couldn't stop herself smiling and as she did she reached her hand across the table and placed it over Isobel's. But the smile faded and after a long pause she began to speak hesitantly. "I thought about this when the client rang earlier but decided not to say anything. Perhaps I was wrong and I should give you the chance to decide - it would be a big step though" Isobel knew Luna well enough by now to know that she cared only for her welfare but even as she was speaking she understood what she was going to ask and why she was so hesitant. "Oh, I so want to try that, believe me" she quickly said "But what about the scars?" Luna smiled and leaned forward and asked if she was really sure about taking part in a threesome with a man she had never met. Isobel's response was "As long as he is good looking!” followed by that throaty laugh which as so often unhelpfully attracted the attention of other diners. Luna grabbed Isobel's hand saying "In that case lets go - he's due in an hour and we need to get you ready". Isobel was now puzzled but willingly followed her friend her spirits rising by the second as she thought about seeing Luna naked again. Once at the flat Luna explained that her plan was for Isobel to wear her latex catsuit and the strap on cock. It took them many minutes and a lot of talc to get her into it but fortunately they were a similar size and while she couldn't quite match Luna's remarkable bosom, she still filled the suit more than adequately. Some tissues in the toes of a pair of stilettos and she was almost ready. "And for a finishing touch you should wear the full-face hood too" Luna said. Isobel had kept her hair close cropped so getting the hood on wasn't overly difficult. She then stood before the full-length mirror and saw herself enclosed in shiny rubber from top to bottom and realised that it made her feel very, very good. Just then the bell rang and without a second thought Isobel took charge - "Don't tell John I'm here. Let it be a little surprise for him when he's ready for us" "Wow - you really are up for this - now hide in the kitchen while I let him in." said Luna. When John emerged from the bathroom, handsome, naked and freshly showered the first thing he saw was Isobel and his jaw dropped at exactly the same moment his cock came to attention. "Hello John" said Isobel moving towards him and placing her rubber cock in his right hand while hers grasped his. “Luna tells me your fantasy is spit roasting her - well I'm here to make it a reality" She then leaned forward and whispered in his ear "And I'm going to let you choose which end you take while we do a little warm up” John then endeared himself to Isobel by having the composure to take her rubber clad face in her hands and French kiss her before saying- "Delighted to meet you – I think we’ll make a good team” Once John was seated at the foot of the bed with firm instructions not to move and to keeps his hands off his cock Isobel directed Luna to the bed before grabbing a butt plug which she inserted into her friend just a little brutally but silenced her complaints with firm slap to the face. For the next fifteen minutes the two women explored each other’s vaginas with tongues and fingers before Isobel began inserting her rubber cock into one of Luna’s two currently available orifices. After fucking her to orgasm she told John to watch closely while she face fucked her friend to the point where her gag reflex kicked in. Once the cock was removed Luna began to say something only to be told very firmly that her mouth was to only be opened when John was ready to put his cock in it. Luna now invited John to join her and without hesitation the fleshy cock entered Luna's mouth while Isobel removed the butt plug and replaced it with her cock. Within minutes Isobel was fairly sure that John's spunk was starting to fill Luna's mouth while she was once more starting to orgasm. Luna’s ability to keep John's cock in her mouth, drain it of spunk and have an orgasm all at the same time was deeply impressive but Isobel wasn’t done yet. “Do not swallow” she barked withdrawing from her and gesturing to John to do the same. She then leaned down and kissed Luna deeply taking some of the warm liquid into her own mouth. Both women then stood up and embraced John and one after the other returned his offering before telling him to swallow - which to his credit he did willingly. An hour later Isobel had finally drawn the session to an end and John was dressed and about to leave. He thanked Luna, hugged her and they agreed to meet again in a few weeks’ time though she was clear that would be a 1 to 1 affair. He then turned to Isobel who was still masked. He thanked her politely and asked if he might kiss her one final time - she had enjoyed their session and respected his willingness to follow her lead so she happily agreed and they shared a long, deep and lingering kiss. "Perhaps we will meet again and next time I will be able to fuck you while I look at your face" he said - "Perhaps" she replied and ushered him out of the door. The laughter that followed was not at his expense but their own for the outrageous way they had behaved that afternoon and the knowledge that neither regretted a minute of it. Finally, they calmed down and Luna looked Isobel in the eye and said "I think we now know what your profession was Mistress Isobel! Link to the next part of Isobel's story here
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The prompt was "Friendship" and as it happens there are aspects of Isobel's story this week that reflect that - serendipity is a wonderful thing ;) ....but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love, Offering response to my own--these repay me; Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me. WALT WHITMAN, City of Orgies Part 4 It was in those moments when sleep was near but awareness was still sustained albeit at a reduced level that she felt her body ache for physical contact. It was the same way her body sometimes told her to run and run hard. One afternoon after taking just such a run she took a bath rather than use the shower and idly began to explore her body and use her fingers to open her cunt and stimulate her clitoris. She drifted towards sleep but made her self stop long enough to come to a relatively gentle orgasm before finally falling into the arms of Morpheus. The cooling of the water awakened her and she got out and started to dry herself. As she thought back over the last hour, she realised that having sex must have been a very significant part of her previous life. It wasn’t just something she knew how to do but more a deeply learned skill much like the way she ran with mind and body working seamlessly together. The experience after the concert had been fun but she wanted to have sex with someone who shared her utterly committed approach. But there were the scars to consider. She had no explanation and for all her self-confidence no idea what to say if she was asked about them. She wouldn’t have fucked the old man if she hadn't been more than a little drunk. Despite the strangeness of her situation in many ways she was content, almost happy. She had her books and had discovered a collection of CDs that to include all her favourite music. She had Dog and most days they explored together and found yet more beautiful places. But each time she saw or felt the scars she thought again about who she had been and what had happened to her. There was a small town a few miles beyond the village which had the trappings of civilisation – even an internet café and a railway station. She had bought a burner phone – she wasn’t sure why she had opted for anonymity but it instinctively it felt right. It wasn’t much use, of course, with no signal at the cottage but at least now it had a few numbers logged including a taxi firm and the old man. They had met by chance a few times in the village since the night of the concert and even went for a drink in the pub though she resolutely stuck to soft drinks. He had never mentioned what they did and was polite, friendly and a very useful source of knowledge about the village and surrounding area. He did ask about her story, of course, but she was becoming adept at hinting at some sort of breakdown caused by doing a job she couldn’t talk about. Sometimes she wondered how close to the truth this actually might be. She ordered a dildo and a vibrator from an online sex shop and when she when to collect them from the shop in the village that accepted deliveries felt herself blushing like a 15-year-old despite the utterly anonymous packaging. She made use of them and while they brought her pleasure, they did nothing to explain why she felt sex was so significant to her. She began to wonder if having sober and utterly uninhibited sex might trigger some memories. Casual sex was possible even in the village as she had discovered but she instinctively felt that going on the prowl for sex was something better done in a big, anonymous city. The journey from the town’s railway station had taken almost two hours but she was here now and sitting in a coffee house creating a gmail address for herself. Googling on her phone wasn’t really giving her many clues as to where to look for a pick up. She thought about the various dating apps but the ideas of spending hours “swiping right” was a turn off. Her search had thrown up a few escorts who worked independently but they were all women. She stopped herself and mentally back tracked. Why was she assuming it had to be a man she had sex with? She startled her fellow customers by laughing out loud as a clear image of herself wearing only a harness and a large rubber cock came into her mind. One of the escorts had declared herself to be bisexual on the front page of her web site and Isobel scrolled back and copied her number without pausing to consider further. She wasn’t surprised to get the woman’s voice mail and left only the briefest of messages saying she was interested in getting together. She was surprised when just moments later her phone rang and she realised it was the woman returning her call . “Hi Isobel, this is Luna. How can I help?” Isobel realised she was in that place once more where her body was taking charge and without thinking she asked when the woman would be available. “As it happens, I’ve had a cancellation and I could see you right now. My flat is near the railway station…” Isobel pressed the number she had been given and heard the street door release. She was now more than a little nervous but also very excited as she climbed the stairs. As she entered the flat she looked for Luna and there behind the door stood a woman with dark hair almost to her waist wearing a flimsy robe which did more than hint at the figure beneath it. The face was beautiful but it was that of a woman who had stories to tell not a mere girl. She followed Luna into the room beyond noting just how much her arse wiggled and realising it was due to the 4in stilettos she was wearing. Isobel felt very under dressed in her jeans and summer shirt but she was also very, very aroused. Luna gave her a glass of water and beckoned her to the sofa. “So what can I do for you honey…” Isobel explained that she was single and horny and wanted to have sex with someone who knew what they were doing all of which was true. She felt she needed to talk about her back so she said that there had been a very bad accident and hoped Luna wouldn’t be too shocked. Luna told her to stand and began to undress her slowly until she was completely naked. Isobel was trembling though not from the cold as Luna ran first her fingers then her lips over the scars. She felt her self being steered to the bed and relaxed into the moment as Luna explored the rest of her body with lips, fingers and she was sure at one point toes too. Softly whispered questions established what Isobel wanted and Luna was happy to provide. The orgasm that her tongue delivered was infinitely more powerful that the vibrator had achieved and it felt completely right to reciprocate. Luna’s cunt was warm and so wet it she could almost drink her juices. Her lips were very different to Isobel’s own with the inner ones dangling long and thin and inviting and above them a piercing graced her clitoris. Now it was Isobel’s turn to whisper and from somewhere deep in the buried part of her mind came these words. “I want to fuck that wonderful arse of yours until you beg me stop - and then I'll do it some more” Without a word Luna moved from the bed and Isobel feared she had just ruined a beautiful afternoon but within seconds Luna returned holding a harness and a large rubber cock. “I’d like that very much” she said “but only after you’ve thoroughly rimmed me.” Later, much later, as they lay together Luna spoke softly once more but this time with a very different note in her voice. "Do you want to talk about the scars? I've done some heavy stuff in my time and I know whip marks when I see them. But a whipping that left permanent scars like that isn't something anyone could have consented to." For the first time since her awakening Isobel felt tears welling up. Luna held her closer and let her cry herself out until she finally fall asleep in her arms. If you enjoyed this you can find the first part story here - there will be others taking her story forward soon - if you would like to know when they are posted please let me know by subscribing when the pop up appears or emailing me at [email protected]
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