Paganini's Tale, Chapter 3

The night before, Larry had tried to get inside her, right after
both of them had, as if by surprise, decided to take showers
berfore going to bed. Alice had wanted more; wanted the touch of
that nameless man from the night before, who grabbed her
purposefully, with direction; who knew exactly what soft spots to
touch, which hard spots to tickle, or pinch, or stroke. Larry was
so tentative, he nearly waited for her to take charge; lying
there, hesitantly touching her, waiting for her to respond,
insead of <making> her respond.
   Now, sitting at the desk with papers and a computer screen in
front of her, composing letters, preparing that morning's
outgoing mail, she thought of what the man had said: <in seven
days you will be mine.>
   It made her wet between her legs; she felt the creamy lubricant
steaming from beneath her short skirt. Slim legs rubbed together
as she tried to scratch that cuntal itch. Stockinged leg against
stockinged leg, making a sound like a tiny zipper opening and
closing across the room. Up and down her legs worked, until
finally she could stand it no longer, and snuck a hand down into
the hole of the desk, pulled back her skirt, and pressed her
middle fingertip against the  nylon encasing her clit.
Rhythmically she pushed down and in.
   Across the room another woman worked, at a similar desk.
Madeline, her name was, and they were fast becoming friends. Over
the last six weeks, ever since Maddy had started at the company,
Alice had been constantly surprised by the ease she felt with
Maddy.
   Now Maddy looked over at Alice and grinned. "Sounds like you
had a hot one last night. Nice memories?"
   Alice flushed; her face felt as hot as her cunt. "I...." she
stammared, pulling her hand up into the cold air, "Yeah, well, I
guess...."
   "C'mon, Alice, you think I don't pull myself off back here on
slow days? These desks are just <made> for it." She laughed, and
Alice couldn't help but join in.
   "This is the first time for me, and I've worked here for two
years!"
   "Wow," Madeline cried, "He must really have been something!
What's his name? Is he available?" She laughed again.
   "I don't know his name, Maddy. He's a.... a mysterious
stranger."
   "Really?"
   "Yes, really."
   "Will it happen again?"
   "I don't... I hope so. But I can't know for sure."
   "Keeping you on a string, eh? That can kind of be fun."
   Alice's phone rang, and she let it ring most of a second time,
watching the light flash, then answered: "Braxton and Smith
Research, Division Two, this is Alice, may I help you?"
   There was silence on the other end. Alice could hear the faint
sounds of what sounded like waves breaking. She strained to hear,
but could not. She looked over at Maddy, who was going back to
her computer screen. "May I help you?" she repeated.
   "Write this down," the deep, male voice commanded. Without
thinking, Alice picked up a pen and pulled over the pad of paper.
"At twelve thirty-seven you will be in your car, in the alley
between Parker and Godwin, off 103rd street, back behind the
double-dumpster. Park with the driver's side two and a half feet
from the wall.
   "You will take off your pantyhose and pull up the short blue
skirt you're wearing today around your armpits. Get on your hands
and knees, nose in the crevice of the seat, with your ripe ass
pointed toward the wall. Open the door with your heel, and don't
look back. I will fuck you. You will come three times. Your
juices will run like wine. You will squeeze your nipples till
they hurt, feeling the waves of pain radiate from each tit.
   "You must be as juicy as you can be. I will not get you hot.
You must do that for me. If you're not slick, I will fuck you
anyway, hard, fast, and long, and it will hurt each stroke until
your cunt starts flowing.
   "Twelve thirty-seven. Parker and Godwin, off 103rd. You will
not get a second chance if you fail to arrive."
   Then the line went dead. Her cunt was throbbing, and she looked
at the wall clock: 10:22. She had almost two hours to decide.
   Her hand, of its own accord, had gone between her legs again,
this time with three fingers pushing up hard against her cuntal
lips. Her panty hose frustrated her. Her eyes were glazed as she
stared at the keyboard, focused entirely on the feelings of her
hand on her cunt.
   Suddenly she became aware of a hand on her shoulder, and when
she looked up was somehow not surprised to see Maddy smiling down
at her.
   "I couldn't help hearing," she said, "You were repeating
everything he said as you wrote it down. If you're not going to
go, I'll go in your place, but if you <are> going to go, I want
to get you hot enough for it. If you want to be juicy, I'll make
you juicy. Go lock the door."
   Her tone had become an order, and Alice, though confused at her
acceptance, got up and locked the door.
   "Take your blouse off, and then those hose. You hate them, I
can tell. Your cunt wants to breathe."
   Alice nodded, stunned at Maddy, and wanting more than anything
to come any way she could.
   "I'll make you come myself," Maddy said, smiling wickedly.
"I'll make you come three times before your mystery man even
begins. How many times have you come in one day, Alice?"
   Alice swallowed. "Three times, once..."
   "Three is nothing. If your cunt can stand it, each come is
easier, and stronger, than the last. You could have ten, twelve
before this day is out. And you want to come more than anything,
don't you?"
   Alice stood, barecheasted, her hose off, only the short skirt
still around her hips. Her hands reached up, cupped each breast,
and pinched between thumb and forefinger of each hand a firm,
brown nipple. She squeezed hard, and tingling shards of pain/
pleasure shot through her intestines. "Yes," she groaned," I want
to come more than anything."
   "That doesn't surprise me, though you're a hottor tart than I
thought. Pull on those tits of yours again." Alice hesitated. "I
said pull on those tits," Maddy ordered. "If I tell you to do
something, you'd best do it, if you want me to make you come. And
I'm going to make you come. Pull on those hard brown nipples of
yours."
   Alice pulled, and again was wracked by sharp ripples. She
groaned, surprising herself. For a brief moment she saw herself
as she must look from the outside, nearly naked, pulling on her
nips before a fully-clothed office mate. Depraved, it practically
was. She felt mildly humiliated, but then thought better of it.
Lust took priority over shame or guilt. Lust was what drove her
during those minutes. She let lust have the wheel.
   She thrust three fingers immediately into her cunt, still
pulling on one tit. Her fingers soaked in her drenched quim when
she looked in Maddy's eyes.
   "Have you ever eaten a woman, Alice?"
   Alice waited for a moment, then shook her head. "No," she
finally got out, more embarassed at her inexperience than she was
at being pubes-in-the-air naked.
   "You'll learn. And judging from those gasps I can hear, you'll
be a fast learner." Maddy smiled, then strode over on her high
heels, her hips dancing figure eights of impending passion. Off
came the thin leather belt wrapped thrice around her waist. She
swung the middle of it over Alice's head and shoulders like a
jumprope, then yanked Alice toward her, mashing their faces
together.
   For the first time Alice tasted a woman's tongue. Thinner than
a man's, more delicate, seeking out the soft, untouched places
behind Alice's lips. Alice hungrily sucked on that tongue,
interspersing the suckling with darts of her own thin, light
tongue.  She felt her hands being pulled behind her back, and
suddenly her wrists were tied together with two loops. "What are
you..." she spluttered, pulling away from Maddy's mouth, but was
smothered immediately by her tongue again.
   For five seconds Alice struggled to get away, arching her back,
trying to pull away from Mady's insistent body. Tits clothed
rubbed against Alice's bare breasts; the rough fabric excited
her. When she discovered she didn't want to resist, she leaned
into Maddy; she was virtually imprisoned, and no choices were
open, no decisions needed to be made. She could focus on the
steam building within her, the lust let loose by submission to
her body's desires. She groaned against Madeline's tongue, a deep
groan that seemed to travel to her throat via her aching, empty
cunt.
   She felt Maddy's hand running over the round globes beneath her
bound hands, insinuating themselves between clenched butt and
tight thighs. Gradually her legs loosened, and then Maddy's other
hand began brushing Alice's outer lips, dewy with cuntjuice,
drawing circles around her swollen clit. Then Alice understood
why Maddy's hands were meeting between her legs: the long,
dangling ends of the leather were being passed from behind to the
front, using her cuntlips as a guide. Her breath cought in her
throat.
   Madeline pulled away, and took one leather lead in each hand.
Two feet long they were, reaching up almost to where they could
be tied in circles around her big tits. The thin, supple leather
pushed into her liquid channel, and then Maddy pulled her hands
apart, pulling the lips open to let the air-conditioned office
air send a brief chill inside her twat opening.
   "Feel good?" Maddy asked.
   Alice's legs were weak; imagining the leather cutting into her
thick quimlips made her knees want to buckle, as they were
threatening to do. "God, Oh, god, Maddy," Alice managed to gasp,
"I don't know... is this..." She stopped, knowing that her
objections were beyond being feeble. Nobody would ever believe
them, as she stood there with black leather being pulled around
between her cunt mouth, hands tied. Nobody would believe her
protestations, even herself.
   Even in her delirium, Alice discovered that she could pull back
on the thong by pulling up on her own bound wrists. "Oh, God,"
she repeated again.
   "Down on your knees, then down on your back," Maddy said.
   Slowly, so as not to put too much strain on the leather
thong-belt, Alice sank to the floor, following Maddy's order.
once on her back, Maddy instructed "Spread your legs. Show me
that hot whore's cunt to me."
   The words embarassed her, but still she knew her blush was
meaningless. She spread her legs.
   Maddy pulled the thong away from Alice's shiny lower lips.
"That's a whore's cunt if ever I saw one. Look how red it is, it
wants something bad. But not yet. I get mine first.
   Then she squatted over Alice's face, reversed, as if ready to
go sixty-nine, holding on to the leather thong like reins on a
sleigh.  With gentle tugs she urged Alice on.
   Alice looked up at the moist gash above her. She smelled the
heady aroma, redolent of dark, mysterious rituals in the marshes
of the South, reeking of all the down-and-dirtyfucks, the soft
sweet loves on moonlit nights, the quick inouts in cabs on the
way to the theatre; her cunt smelled experienced. Alice felt
nearly awed by the history confronting her, swathed in black
curles, oozing love juice. Down near her chin, budding out like a
bean from its pod, Maddy's clitoris gleamed.
   She stuck out her narrow tongue, arching it downward, the tip
slowly wending its way toward that forbidden little bean. Once
touched, Maddy's body reacted. Down came Maddy's cunt, pressing
down in soft moist folds upon her mouth, her chin, her nose,
suffocating her deliciously. Tart, tanngy, Maddy's cunt was as
tasty as any Creole cooking.
   Around and around Maddy's pelvis spun, in circles, pressing
Alice's nose first into her cunt, then sliding forward so her
nose sank slightly into Maddy's loosened asshole. Maddy's moans
grew louder, longer, deeper. Alice gasped breaths whenever she
could, if only to stay alive long enough to lap once more, to
stick her tongue deep into this commanding woman, this mistress'
cunt.
   Madeline's body tensed, and her thighs crushed Alice's
cheekbones together. The leather thong pulled <hard> against her
cunt, and suddenly she was coming too, rushing headlong into a
velvet brick wall, being swallowed by the delirium of her
passion.
   She realized some time had passed, how much she didn't know,
but now something cool and wide was being rolled over her own
cunt. Maddy's twat still remained poised above her face, as if
ready at any moment to once again assault her.
   Alice's cunt burned in opposition to the cool substance now
being pressed harder against her cuntal lips, her clit, now her
cunt again.
   And then it sank in, something half again as wide as a cock,
but nearly as long, pushing in like a muzzle-loading gun.
Pistoning in and out, packing the metaphoric gunpowder tighter
and tighter, so the explosion would be all the more. Maddy
plunged it in again, but this time slapped Alice's thigh, hard.
The stinging pain reverberated like an echo in a cave.
   The thick phallus-shaped object kept plunging in, each time
taking Alice higher, past any notion of honor or pride or
humility. "Yes," she moaned, "God yes, fuck me with it, fuck me
hard, oh <God> Fuck me, stick it in me, yes, deep into my cunt,
ram that fucker into me..."
   And she <came> on the next plunge, spinning miraculously into
nowhere she could name, but a place she wanted to visit again,
where everything moved in a choreographed dance of violent
motion.
   Maddy stopped completely, remaining utterly still. Alice's back
arched, as she tried to ram that thing back into her. That dance
seemed to break up, as if badly practiced, if well choreographed.
The colors moved from brilliance to pastel, and Alice thought she
was done. Until that thick protuberance was jammed again into
her, out, and jammed <in> again, and Alice, with the rhythm of
the fucking like wings pushing her through the air, flew past the
room of neverchanging dance out into starlit skies filed with
comets aghast at their own light.
   When she finally came to, Maddy was sitting in her chair,
looking down at limp Alice. "You're quite a lay," she said
quietly, still smiling.
   Alice weakly smiled back. "I never knew what they meant by
fireworks," she giggled, "Until now. Is that what a multiple
orgasm is?"
   "That, hon, and more. By the time the day's over, you may never
come back." When Maddy saw Alice's frightened expression, she
softened. "No, hon, don't worry. You <always> come back, and it's
one hell of a trip."