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Introduction:

Dr Samantha Kaplan-Donavan's life is turned upside down when her younger sisterlike family friend discovers her weakness and turns her into her plaything.

This story series depicts the awakening of repressed sexual desires in a respected professional woman at the hands of a rebellious, undisciplined Gen Z'er. It will be told from the perspective of both main characters giving us each one's perspective.

The story depicts non-consent, reluctance and humiliation as Dr. Samantha Kaplan-Donovan is shown what she really needs. If this is offensive to you, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy and comments are always welcome.

Dr Samantha Kaplan-Donovan's Story- The beginning:

I grew up in Plainfield Illinois, outside of Chicago. My parents were hard working children of parents from "The Greatest Generation." They believed in the American Dream and making a better life for their children than they had. I am the youngest of three children.

My oldest brother Charlie, lives in San Diego where he settled after leaving the Navy and became a successful real estate agent, and now has his own agency with more than thirty employees.

The middle child, Mark lives in South Carolina and manages an automobile manufacturing plant.

I am 29 years old and a successful Pharmacist still living in Plainfield. Shortly after my parents passed, I Married Edmond Donovan, CEO of a fortune 500 Pharmaceutical Company and moved into his house in Plainfield. A 25,000+ square foot home on the lake. (The largest home on the lake.)

I got my start working for a small family pharmacy owned by Juan and Daniella Quinones, lifelong friends of my parents. I worked full time summers and part time during the school year from age 15. I mainly stocked shelves and worked the register. It was from there that I discovered my interest in pharmacological science.

Juan passed away when I was 17 and Daniella became a single parent to their only child Maria. Marie was 10 and idolized her father. She took the loss hard. She has been a bit of a problem child ever since. She worked off and on at the pharmacy, but her heart was never in it.

At 22 she lives at home. Her grades in high school were average and she flunked out of college after two semesters. Up to this point, she never even held a full-time job. Her career consisted of working as a waitress in a bar on weekends to earn money to pay for partying, tats, and piercings. That seems to be her life's ambition.

I always felt it was a little ironic that I, as a millennial, known for being a slackers and partiers, living in their parents basement, was the opposite of the stereo type. Maria, the Gen Z'er was the slacking, partying basement dweller, when they are portrayed as more responsible and forward looking than millennials.

Daniella, worked hard to give Maria everything she needed to succeed, and Maria never appreciated anything. She only cared about herself.

My parents died in their sleep four years ago from carbon monoxide poisoning. but not before they had instilled their values and work ethic in all three of their children.

Thankfully, Daniella stayed close to me and basically became my surrogate mother. I've repaid her by continuing as her pharmacist even as her business has lost market share to the monster pharmacy chains, and my other employer Walmart.

The demand for Pharmacists being what it is, I make more working part time for Walmart than I do full time for Daniella, but I would never even think of leaving her. She fears if anything would happen to her, Maria would dump the store and squander the money in no time. Because of that she had asked me if I would carry on her legacy if she changed her will to leave the business to me.

I was flattered but promised her I would dedicate myself to helping Maria run the business and she should keep it in the family. I reminded her, Edmond and I had the means to buy her out and keep it going if Maria decided to sell.

I tried to have a conversation with Maria about the future on a couple occasions and it turned ugly quick. She accused me of trying brain wash her mother against her to steal the business. Her hostility was so intense, I backed off, because, somehow it all came across as condescending and me being "Holier than thou." But after Daniella approached me, I decided to give it one more try.

I invited her lunch the week after her mother talked to me and we ate at the diner down the block from the pharmacy. Halfway through I started the conversation.

"So, how's your job going?" I asked, breaking the ice.

"Great," she said and took a bite of her BLT.

As I sat there, I was reminded what a pretty girl she was under all the ratty hair, scraggly clothes, tat's and hardware. Her skin was light brown with an olive tint that looked like a perfect tan everywhere. Her eyes were dark brown with a round pretty face and cute button nose. Her skin was beautiful, her lips full and I was always envious of their color. They were a dark pink hue that looked simply perfect without lipstick. Women like me paid big bucks to get that lip color. She was short, about 5'1", with a thick but attractive body.

The problem was that beautiful face was surrounded by a blob dark hair that was combed like an old mop. It parted on her right side, flopped over, and hung in her eyes half the time. The sides and the back were a straggly unorganized mass of spikey tendrils cut at random lengths, some curled and some straight.

She had at least six piercing in her right ear and 4 or five on the left. Her face had a nostril piercing on the left, a piercing over her right upper lip and a bacterium breeding tongue stud. I almost forgot the eyebrow stud.

Most of the time her apparel consisted of torn jeans, tank top body shirt and floppy long sleeve flannel that looked like old pajamas. When the flannel ever came off her back and arms revealed a menagerie of tat's that looked like someone vomited blue green goo over her beautiful skin.

"Do, you think you'll stay there permanently?" I asked.

"Ain't nothin' permanent, Samantha. Did mom tell you to check on me or something?" She said in her bitchiest tone.

"No, no, she doesn't know I asked you to lunch. She just told me she's concerned about the store and what happens if she is no longer able to run it...?"

"Is she sick or something?" Her tone turned serious.

"No, no nothing like that. I was just wondering, and so is she, what are your thoughts about taking it over some day?"

"Are you trying to take it? Marrying daddy war bucks wasn't enough?" Maria Barked angrily starting to tear up.

"Oh, my God Maria what is with y..." I saw the tears and stopped myself.

I reached across and grabbed her hand. She started to pull it away and I held on. She relented and the tears rolled.

Maria Sweetie, you know I love you like a sister and love you mother like my own. I don't want the store..." I stopped when it looked like she wanted to say something, but she stared at her plate, quietly sobbing.

"What's going on Maria. Please talk to me. Your mom and I are worried about you..."

"I know. I'm sorry, it's just that..." She shook her head and went quiet.

"Please talk to me Sweetie." I squeezed her hand.

"I know how hard Poppy and Mama worked for the drug store, but I don't think I have it in me. What if I ruin everything?" She looked at me with desperate eyes.

"Maria, I promise I will work with you and help you till the end..."

"I know you stay with her out of loyalty, but you can make triple somewhere else. I can't ask you to do that."

"Don't ask. I'm staying, till you kick me out." I squeezed her hand for assurance.

"What about Edmond, what if he wants to move you to Beverly Hills or Parris or Monti Carlo." She asked seriously.

"Maria, I'm not going anywhere. We're not going anywhere," I corrected myself. "We're both from here and we're both staying here."

"What about vacations and travel. Where am I ever gonna find a pharmacist?"

"Same as today, I have always found a replacement for her. I'll do the same for you. Well, the good news is, clearly, you've thought about it. So, do you think you wanna try?"

She nodded but looked unsure. "I think so. I'm just afraid to fuck it up."

I thought to myself, 'The tough part is gonna be polishing this old lump of coal into a diamond that can keep the business going.'

"We won't let that happen. Will you talk to your mom at dinner tonight about coming back to the store? We can learn the business together."

She nodded and smiled.

"I'm so glad. Tonight, right?" I released her hand and took a bite looking at her seriously.

"Yes, and you better lighten up Sammie. You're gonna work for me some day." She joked.

"Got it, but don't ever call me Sammie." She knew I didn't like it at all.

We both left the lunch feeling good about the future of the store. When I returned, I told Daniella, that I thought she might get some good news that night.

She did, and Maria started working at the store full time the following Monday. She seemed to have a new energy and for the first time was taking an interest in the store. The next step was to get her to stop dressing like a crack whore and her transformation would be complete. I did notice she at least wore jeans that didn't look like they went through a shredder before she put them on. She even buttoned the flannel all the way up.

The best part of it all was seeing the new energy from Daniella. Having the center of her universe back in the fold put a spring in her step for the first time in a long while. Daniella noticed me watching her watching Maria with a look of great pride. She smiled and came to me.

"I don't know how you did it but thank you so much. I'm so happy she's back. She even told me she wants to learn the inventory system and order processing so she can start helping me out.

Then she said, once I feel comfortable with her doing that, she would like to learn to do the books and payroll. I had no idea she even knew what the word payroll even meant. You've been so good to me; I don't think I could ever repay you."

She gave me a hug and when I looked up, Maria was watching and looked away.

Later that afternoon Daniella had to go run some errands, and for the first time in a while I had no pending refills for the day. I took the opportunity to talk about her appearance. She was stocking shelves and during a lull, so I wondered over. Her jeans were so tight she could barely squat down to reach the bottom shelf.

"It's so good to see you back in the store. Your mom is so happy." I said, thinking of how to lead the discussion to her appearance.

"Thank you for helping make it happen. I had such a fear of not living up to Mama's expectations, I sabotaged our relationship before it could happen. I really need to break that pattern of behavior." She said honestly.

"I understand, it can be a lot of pressure trying to live up to parental expectations. We both were born to remarkable parents."

"I'm so sorry about your parents. They were so encouraging after Poppy died. I can't imagine losing both parents. Losing an aunt and uncle was hard enough. They were always closer to me than my bio aunts and uncles."

I teared up. "God, I miss them."

Maria stood up and gave me a hug. It suddenly reminded me our height difference. I'm 5' 9" and she is 5' 1. As she consoled me, it occurred to me, part of the reason I sometimes treated her more like a child than an adopted sister was her size. I told myself I would work on correcting that. It was no wonder she sometimes resented me.

"Me too," she said sniffling softly. "OK, enough sniveling, I need to get back to work.

"You know, now that you're management, you might want to refamiliarize yourself with the dress code your mom and Poppy put in place."

"OMG, are you trying to turn me into you. If you haven't noticed, I don't have a porn bimbo, super model body, perfect tit's and Scarlett Johansson ass." She said getting agitated.

"Hold on minute. Where did that come from? I'm just saying. Other employees are required to wear Kakis or a skirt. If you're gonna run this place, it's probably good to lead by example."

"Kind of hard to follow your example, I don't have a 10K a month closing allowance." She barked.

I thought, My entire outfit cost less than $500. I was just about to snap back when it hit me. $500 used to cover my entire wardrobe. Now it was just one of my work outfits and I had a lot of work outfits. Her attitude was completely understandable.

"I'm sorry, Maria, I forget how lucky I am. It was not my intent to flaunt my position. I was just trying to help." Then it hit me, I really had spent $10K in a month on clothes more than once, since marrying Edmond.

"Do you even know how condescending that sounds?"

"Luck, really? Marrying someone twenty years older for money, so you can live in the biggest house on the lake, wear the best clothes and drive the best fucking car in the fucking parking lot. Is that luck or is that prostitution?" She stomped her way back behind the counter just as a customer came in.

I was stunned and took a moment to collect myself before stepping behind the pharmacy counter. I decide to keep my mouth shut for the rest of the day. Rage was building up inside me and I could see nothing good coming from unleashing on her. Thank goodness the customer came in before I could blow up and make it worse.

At closing time, I pulled down the counter gate and locked it, while wrapping up for the day. A few moments later, Maria came up to the counter.

"I am such a fucking bitch, I'm so sorry. That was completely uncalled for. I'm just jealous and lashing out. You've done so much for Mama and me. Anybody else would have moved on years ago. Can you please, please forgive me Sam?"

I looked at her and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry too. Sometimes I don't think before I talk. I was not trying... I'm gonna leave it at that. Of course, I forgive you. See you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'm opening tomorrow. See you bright and early." She replied cheerily.

"So do you really think, I've got a Scarlett Johansson ass," I rubbed it and looked down at, trying to lighten the mood and defuse some of my own anger.

"Scarlet wishes she had your ass, Samantha." She smiled.

I began to fume again as I thought about it on the drive home. It was 7:00PM when I got there. Of course, Edmond was still at work. Mrs. Thompson had dinner ready at 7:30 when the phone rang. He was on the company jet to New York for a board meeting in the morning. After reminding him he had not told me about the trip I let him know I was not happy to be eating alone.

As I sat, alone, in our elegant dining room with seating for 15 for the 16th night in the last month, in the biggest fucking house on the lake, I replayed Maria's words. Had I really prostituted myself for this? I surely didn't feel lucky setting alone yet again. For good measure, Edmond did not call for the rest of the trip.

Even as I stewed over our little spat, I convinced myself, I really was lucky. He didn't get to be CEO by hanging out at home. He got there by hard work and doing whatever it takes to close the next deal. He made that clear before we married. In fact, when he was home, I could not complain. He treated Daniella as if she were my real mother. He even called her mom. We had her to dinner at least twice a month. And to top it all off, he made sure any medicines she bought from his family of companies were at cost.

Much to my surprise, the next day, I arrived to see Maria at the front desk dressed in kakis, a navy polo and even the grey company smock. Daniella was almost dancing around the store she was so excited.

"Somebody's in a good mood today," I said to Daniella.

She followed me to the back and whispered. "I'm so proud of her. I wish Poppy could see this. She came in today in uniform all on her own, I'd given up asking. I didn't want her to leave again."

"I think she's really serious about carrying on your Legacy. She was just afraid she'd let you down." I said smiling at Daniella's happiness.

Later, I made a point of catching Maria alone. "You know your mom is so proud of you."

She grinned. "Yeah, she told me."

"Me to you know. You look so professional today."

She gripped the flaps of the smock and looked at her reflection in the window. "I do make this look pretty fucking good."

"Language!" I said as I turned and headed to the back, aware that 80+ grandmother of eight had just walked in for her monthly refills.

"Oh Shit! sorry." She replied. "Not in the bar anymore. Don't worry, I quit that job today;"

That was when I believed she really was serious about the drug store.

And so, it went for several months. She remained in uniform, cut out the foul mouth and continued to learn the business. Unfortunately, I couldn't get her to fix the old mop on her head or get rid of the hardware. The tats were there to stay but I had hopes for the others. All in all, I was quite happy with the new Maria.

She and I were getting along like sisters again. Some days I loved her and some days I wanted to scratch her eyes out. Then came the day I wish I could take back.

It was the 35th anniversary of the store and Maria and I had been planning a little celebration at the store. That was being followed by a party on Saturday at my house for friends and family and some of our loyal customers.

I say Maria and I, but it seemed like a whole lot more "I" than "we" doing the work. It was the day before the store party, and I was trying to talk to her about the remaining items to check off before end of business. The store was opening in ten minutes and there were already two customers waiting for the doors to open.

I edged her toward the back of the store, so we were out of line of sight. Nothing more frustrating than waiting for the doors to open and the workers are ignoring you. In that situation, I always felt the employees were more worried about possibly having to work one extra minute, than they were helping the customer.

I started down the list of things we needed to do, while unlocking the pharmacy cage. When I turned around, she was tapping away on her cell phone screen, oblivious to anything I was saying. Then I just kind of lost it.

I whacked the back of her head with my fingertips. Something my mother had done a few times when I was a child and not paying attention.

She looked up from the phone, in semi shock.

"I need you to pull your face from the God dammed cell phone and act like you give a shit about your Mama's big day. Can you do that for two minutes so we can service the customers that are waiting patiently to spend their hard-earned money..."

She held the phone to my face, and it was a to do list of all the items I was giving her. I stopped and stood there stunned. Before I could apologies, I watched her face go flush like an old-time cartoon character. The tirade that ensued was epic.

"You need me to... " her jaw tightened, and she shook her head looking at the floor.

You need, to pull your perfect little head out of your perfect little ass and stop thinking you're the fucking center of the fucking universe and we all revolve around you.

You need, to get out of your fucking fairyland world where you think your asshole smells like roses and your neglected little cunt smells like lilacs.

You need to understand I've been working my ass off and I don't appreciate your spoiled rich ass acting like you're so much better than everybody else. Just because you married someone old enough to be your fucking dad for his fucking money!"

I had been trying to apologies but after that rant, I jumped right off the deep edge with her.

"Don't you dare act like I had life handed to me on a silver platter Maria. My parents worked as hard as yours and had even less to show for it. You know what, I've worked my ass off my whole God damned life. I gave a shit about school. I've worked at this God damned store for 15 fucking years and never quit your family.

Now, you come back for a few months after disrespecting your mother for five fucking years. Years you spent turning her beautiful daughter whom she loves more than life, into a ratty haired, tatted up, body pierced, skanky, crack whore looking freak. Then you wanna accuse me of not working to put myself in a place to be a success in life. It ain't happening Sis!"

When I finished, I immediately regretted it. I stood frozen. Why didn't I just laugh and make a joke about my rosy asshole and lilac pussy. From her demeanor, I thought I had devastated her, but she looked up and walked calmly toward me.

"What you need Sammie is to be fucked and fucked hard. It might knock that stick out of your ass and make you see what you're missing. I just realized; you are jealous. Jealous cause I don't care what people think. Jealous cause I don't sell out and settle for a mundane lonesome life, married to a man who needed a big titted gorgeous babe for arm candy as he climbed on the backs of all the people whose jobs he cut to make the quarterly numbers.

He hit the jackpot with you. You're even smart. How lucky he was to find a woman willing to settle for a semi hard dick once a week or once a month. But hey you got the biggest fucking boat and the biggest fucking house on the lake. You and I both know, no matter how much money you get, it can't scratch that itch can it Sammie."

She had backed me against the pharmacy desk and tapped the front of my skirt for emphasis when she referred to scratching the itch. I knew I hurt her and truly felt like I deserve this attack. I thought I might be sick, my stomach churned so badly from gilt.

She was now pressing against me, and my ass was smashed against the counter. Her upper body pushed so hard my 36Ds compressed until her 32Bs touch my ribs. The image must have been comical. The tiny girl backing the Amazon against the counter.

"What you need is someone who can scratch that itch like you deserve. Someone who will worship that beautiful body instead of parading it for the cameras and soft fucking it once a month when he happens to be home for a night.

Does he lick your pussy, Sammie? No, he doesn't, you told me at Mama's birthday party, or were you too drunk to remember?"

I vaguely remembered now that she reminded me. I was in a panic wondering what else I might have told her that night.

"Every woman deserves a good pussy licking Sammie. When it's done right there's nothing like it. I wouldn't give that up for all the money in the world. Until death do you part..."

"Ok that's enough Mar..."

"This skank is just getting started Sammie." She caressed my thigh below my skirt line, just above my knee.

"How many sets of batteries have you burned on all those lonely nights in the biggest fucking house on the lake?"

Apparently, I told her about my dildo too. I used it a few times but really didn't like it. I was drinking long Island iced teas that night and they hit me hard. I hadn't been that drunk since college, and it hurt a hell of a lot more in the morning then I remembered back then.

"Seven orgasms in four years of marriage and three were on you honeymoon. No wonder you're so bitter." She looked up at me and opened her mouth showing me the tongue stud. "A warm tongue is so much better than a cold plastic dildo. If you ever feel one of these jiggling on your clit, you'll never wanna stop." She wiggled her tongue waving the shiny silver ball. "Women know all the right places to touch." her fingers tease their way around the front of my legs, then, up my inner thigh, just past the skirt line.

I froze, not sure what to do. I was terrified how awfully I spoke to her and petrified by the intimate pathetic details I shared with her that lost night. Now, I wondered if I had done something to make her think I was gay. Her body pressed against me, and her knees pushed between my legs, spreading them a few more inches apart.

"I wish I could remember how many times I made my roommate in college come like a screaming banshee. I'm sure it was seven in one night." She said grinning and wiggling her tongue.

She never said anything about being gay, no wonder she never kept a boyfriend...

"And with a little training she learned to bring me off better than any guy ever could. Tell me I'm right and I'll drop to my knees, slide those panties off and put this skanky tongue stud to work right now. Does Edmond touch you like this, Sammie?"

Her fingers were gently caressing my inner thigh and I was ashamed to say I could feel my pussy heating. The memory of my college boyfriend eating my pussy till I came, was awakened. That thought was followed by the realization Edmond would never do that. She was right about that, it wasn't fair, to have to give that up for life!

"Tell me I was right and beg me to fuck you, Sammie. We can end that drought. right now," she whispered up at me. "Such an incredibly beautiful body deserves to be worshipped and appreciated. I can give you what you need every day Sammie. What you deserve..."

Her dark eyes seemed to pierce mine. I had never noticed how her narrow dark eyebrows were so perfectly shaped and held so tightly to the top of her eyes. I could hardly bring myself to breathe for a moment and finally took a deep slow breath.

"Your heart is pounding Sammie," she said softly and seriously. "Does Edmond do that to you?"

Then she took a deep breath through her nose. Her eyes closed and head swayed gently side to side. "Oh, I can smell your excitement. That pussy is wet for me isn't it, Sammie. Uuuuhhhhmmmm," she hummed taking another whiff.

I made a feeble attempt to push her away and she pressed harder against me. "Tell me, I'm wrong and I'll stop." I stood there in shock and then shook my head.

"Oh, you've got the itch for real now Sammie. Eddie will reap the benefits as you try to use him to scratch, until his little floppy penis can't get up anymore. But, as you already know, it won't quell the itch. Your cold plastic tube won't quell it, and I think we both know that already too. Then you're gonna try with those pretty little fingers." Her hands moved to mine and she caressed my fingers for effect. "But you just won't be able to satisfy it."

"You need fucked. Thoroughly and often. Come to me when you're ready Sammie. I know what you need." She spoke with a confidence I've rarely ever seen from her.

Then she slipped her fingers between mine and gripped my hands. I stood there frozen for a few seconds, then collected myself. I pulled my hands back just as one of the customers knocked on the door. Next, I squirmed out from between her and the counter and tried to bring us back to reality.

"Maria, I am truly sorry for the things I said to you. It was uncalled for and hurtful and I apologize for that truly. I will do whatever I can to prove my sincerity on that. I lashed out in anger and did not mean it."

As for your little display just now. That was equally uncalled for and disturbing. I'm going to write that off as words spoken in anger and move on. Thank you for your help for the anniversary celebration and I'm sorry for thinking you were not paying attention. You really have done a great job since you've come back and I'm proud of you for that."

She moved toward the door. And yelled as she walked. "Thank you for that Sammie, that was sweet. And remember I am always here to help meet your needs."

I bit my tongue as she launched a couple daggers my way again. She knows how much I hate being called Sammie and the reference back to the "what I need" comment. I had to admit, it was terribly condescending of me tell her I needed her too, blah, blah, blah.

The rest of the day she was cheery and polite when Mama Quinones was present. But when she wasn't she would stare at me and if I acknowledged her, she would flash me a smug little grin. Her other point of needling was to inform me when each item was knocked of the list.

"Dr. Kaplan-Donovan mam, I have set up the cake table for tomorrow as you requested. The punch bowls and cups are here and ready. I spoke with the deli and the finger sandwiches will be ready by 10:00AM tomorrow. I plan to walk down the block at approximately 9:50AM to retrieve them."

Daniella clearly detected the oozing sarcasm and looked at me. I just shrugged and smiled.

"Thank you, Maria. I appreciate all your hard work." I replied.

"Please shout out if I can help with anything you might need." She smirked at me again.

I thought about replying that my needs were completely satisfied but thought better of encouraging her in any way. So, I let it go.

The next day, the in-store celebration went well. I was surprised when Maria showed up with her hair washed fluffed and basically combed for the first time in years. Her face looked so much prettier without the spikey mess surrounding it.

I told myself I should go off on her more often. Now if we can get rid of the facial hardware her transformation would be complete. She did however continue with the smug smiles and eyebrow twitches when I acknowledged her looking my way.

She tried pushing my buttons again, Saturday at the party. We managed to keep it a secret from Daniella, who showed up thinking she was coming to dinner. Instead, she was surprised by friends and customers and a couple of speeches about her leadership and perseverance.

Maria showed up a bit late. Quite surprisingly she wore a short sleeve navy blouse, grey skirt, and heels. The outfit, with her newly combed hair, made her look quite pretty and lady like. Edmond did a double take when she approached. She greeted her mother who was seated next to Edmond and Me along with a couple friends. After a hug and kiss she turned to me and handed me a paper bag from the pharmacy.

"Here is the itch medicine I told you about Dr. Kaplan-Donovan." I took it, trying to look thankful.

I was confident the initial look I gave her would have made my anger way too obvious.

"Thank you, Maria." I said and quickly whisked it away.

Without me realizing it, she followed me to my bedroom where I sat the bag on the dresser. When I turned, she stood in the doorway and smiled. "Aren't you going to have a look?"

I wanted to say no but curiosity did get the better of me. In the bag was a bottle and dropper of Velvet rose personal lubricant and a squeeze bottle of Aloe Cadabra lilac scented lubricant.

I did giggle when I saw them. "I guess I had that coming. Can we call a truce now please?"

"Be sure to apply them vigorously inside and out for them to be affective. You may need to rub them in for several minutes. I would be happy to apply it for you if you NEED it." She said smugly.

Apparently, there was no truce. So, I slipped them in the desk drawer and slid by her to get through the door. "I'd better see to our guests."

After the party, Edmond took a shower and while he did, I pulled out the "gifts" from Maria and smelled them. I was surprised by the effect they had on me.

So, I put on a sexy night gown and waited for Edmond standing at the end of the bed. He returned wrapped in a towel, looked and his eyes popped. When he saw my smile, he came toward me and let the towel drop. He kissed me passionately then slipped the nighty over my head in seconds.

He leaned back, smiled, moaned, then dove lips first on to my right breast while he caressed and squeezed the left. Next, he pushed me gently back onto the bed and continued kissing and licking my breasts. After a few minutes he moved lower, and I wondered if he just might go all the way down.

I moaned and wiggled encouraging him lower. When he kissed my belly button, I sensed this could be it. Unfortunately, he slid quickly up to my shoulders and neck, kissing them thoroughly before his cock head brushed my wet and ready labia.

His hot breath flooded my neck as he slid slowly inside me. I couldn't help but be reminded of Maria's semi hard cock, comment when I felt his dick give a little as he pushed inside me.

None the less it was good to have his warm cock inside me. I could feel my juices flowing as he began to pump me faster and harder. "I've missed you Baby," he sighed, and I nodded and whimpered.

"Oh, yeah Edmond, so hard sweetie. Feels good!" I gasped before beginning to moan my excitement. "Fuck me Edmond," I blurted without thinking. I never talked dirty to him during sex, but he seemed to like it.

He began to pound me, and I spread my legs, raised my knees, with my heels on the back of his thighs for the wild ride.

"That's it, pound that cock in me. Ooohhhhh!" I began to moan louder with each thrust.

"You like this Baby," he grunted.

"Yes, yes, yes. I squealed as an orgasm built.

I could sense him getting winded and tried to roll him over so I could ride him till we both came. As I rolled, he pushed back and began to grunt the familiar grunt as I felt his hot spunk pump inside me.

I rocked and yelled. "Yes, pound me. Pound me." My hips gyrated hoping to come before he softened but I could feel it already happening. I screamed louder hoping I could push myself over the edge. "Yes, yes, yes!"

I was so close when he collapsed onto me. Panting. "Oh, Baby that was incredible. I missed you too," he said before kissing me on the neck. Eventually he softened enough to slide out and dangle against my hungry labia.

He crawled onto the bed, rolled the covers back and invited me in. Our naked bodies pressed together and, per usual, he dozed off before I fully settled in. After a few moments of replaying Maria's tirade in my head, I eased out of bed and retrieved the lilac lube and slunk into the bathroom.

With the door locked I sat on the edge of the bathtub and squeezed some out and began sliding my finger up and down my slit, with my middle finger between my labia and the adjacent two fingers sandwiching my lips. I loved that aroma and as it mixed with my own scent, it seemed to excite other parts of me. I rubbed my flattened finger on my engorged clit in small circles going faster and faster.

I pictured Edmond continuing down kissing lower and lower until his lips kissed my clit and his tongue extended down between my labia. The image combined with my frantic fingers pushed me to the edge quickly, I imagined letting out a loud wailing howl of pleasure but kept it all in, to not wake Edmond. I pictured shoving his face into my soaked cunt. But the thought of how much he would hate that threatened to spoil the moment. I moved my fingers faster as I whispered, "please I need this. Oh, yes. Then the image of Maria's face hovering over my steaming pussy popped into my head and she whispered, "Tell me you need this, Sammie."

"I need this, so bad." I whispered as a much-needed climax hit me. I heard my fingers sloshing in my juices mixed with the lilac lube. The Image of her cute little eyebrows hovering over my dark bush played in my head, as I imagined the tongue stud pounding my clit. My body jerked and legs shook as I came with mind numbing intensity.

When it finally passed, I found myself continuing to rub and then slip my lubed fingers in and out, just loving the feeling of touching myself and taking in the scent of lilac and cum. After I finished, I peed and cleaned up before climbing back into bed naked. Sunday morning, I woke to Edmond packing for a three-week China trip. He was out the door before I got out of bed.

For the next three weeks I found myself applying the lilac itch cream "vigorously" as she suggested and frequently. By week two it was twice a day! I couldn't believe how quickly I would recover. The lube was incredible. My clit wasn't sore and, when not engorged and stiff, it was soft and smooth as was my entire pussy.

Out of loyalty or guilt, I couldn't rub myself off in our bed, but, on day three found the ultimate location. One advantage of having the biggest fucking house on the lake was my walk-in closet. It was much more than a closet. It was a dressing room the size of an above average master bedroom. it had two sets of French doors leading in. When you stepped in, the room had a six foot wide make up table on the left wall with mirrored French doors on either side of it. The right wall had four sets of mirrored French doors and the back wall had two sets. Of course, the entry doors were mirrored on the inside, so when closed, you could see yourself from an infinite number of angles.

As if that wasn't enough, the pièce de résistance was an 8' x 4' ottoman with a tufted cushion top of the softest leather I've ever felt. The room was probably more responsible for my obsessive behavior than the lilac lube. Seeing myself from every angle from every conceivable position was... The only word I can think of that seems to fit was mesmerizing.

I really am ashamed to talk about it. It was incredibly narcissistic but watching my self-masturbate excited me and I never tired of the infinite positions. I laid flat, legs spread, legs in the air, ass in the air, knees on the shoulders with toes touching the ottoman above my head, on my side, knees on the floor with tits on the ottoman, ass on the ottoman heals on the floor, legs straight, legs bent, legs spread and legs together, on my stomach, on all fours.

Even more disturbing, I soon stopped picturing anyone but Maria as the object of my lust. However, the obsessive frequency made it easy to contain those thoughts at work. I would, however, occasionally get lost in thought looking at her full lips and cute nose. I found my eyes drawn to her profile. Her strong chin, lips and nose protruded just a little. For some reason, that profile had the effect of making me want to kiss her.

I'm not gay and had never really thought about women that way before. There were certain women that are just so beautiful your mind immediately jumps to touching them or kissing them but it seems more like a primal split second urge rather than sexual desire.

In the case of Maria, the image that sends me over the top, every time, is the mental picture of her brown eyes watching with her sexy eyebrows looming while her mouth works it's magic. She planted the thought in my mind that I might never have my pussy eaten again and it had grown into full blown twenty-four-seven obsession.

As I was saying, the frequent itch medication did manage to take the edge of at work and despite her normal daily barrage of staring, mime scratching and asking if there was anything I might NEED, we functioned well together and had no major blow ups. That is until Edmonds birthday party.

Daniella and I had planned a small surprise party on a Saturday. He had been home for a week. There were about 20 people scheduled to show up at 7:00PM. His son Steven, from a previous marriage, was staging the people at the community pool area while we prepped the food. We kept to cold foods and light h'orsdeovers, so the smell did not give it away.

It happened to be the house crew's vacation week, so Daniella and Edmond's mom Linda were keeping him occupied, while Maria and I prepped the food in the basement kitchen (another perk of the biggest fucking house.) When I say prepped, I mean making sure the food the caterer dropped off earlier was warmed up. We had everything wrapped up and at 6:30

I like to think it really was a stupid oversight on my part and not done subconsciously. Regardless of the true cause, I let my guard down which led to a chain of events that I soon wished I could take back. Maria had been unleashing her normal barrage of sexually suggestive comments and I found myself replaying that morning's treatment session. The look on my face must have been obvious and Maria casually asked how many itch treatments I had that day. To which I replied, "two," completely without thought.

She was wearing a royal blue, tight fitting halter dress with an exposed midriff. There was also a black handbag with a long opposite should strap that hung on her right hip. Her hair was down and only semi straggly that evening. Her back and arm tats were exposed, and I had cringed at the sight. Now she walked toward me with a naughty smile.

I tried to back track, "I'm kidding, I haven't used any of it."

"You are such a bad liar." she said with a joyful glowing smile. "You need it don't you Sammie? You need me to fuck the shit out of you. Oh my God, I was right."

She was so happy as her hand slid over my hips and caressed up my sides. When she looked up at me, I saw those eyes and her eyebrows. I couldn't understand how her eyebrows affected me like that. She had beautiful skin and such a pretty round face. But that mental image of those eyes and manicured brows as she licked my pussy was a trigger that I couldn't ignore.

I panted, my heart pounded, and my pussy flushed with moistened heat. I shook my head meekly hoping she would give up before it was too late. I'd come so many times in the last three weeks fantasizing about her tongue. The tingle in my pussy was overwhelming.

"Your head says no but your bimbo slut body says you want me to take you right now till you scream like a slut." Her hands moved to my breast and gripped them. "I love your tits, Sammie."

It suddenly hit me how tiny she was compared to me. I could squash her like a bug and laughed at the thought.

"Ticklish, bimbo boobs?"

"No, I'm laughing at how pathetic you are." I said pushing her hands away.

She stepped in and pressed against me again. This time pinning my ass to the kitchen counter.

"Sammie, you're trembling and panting like a dog in heat. And those sexy green eyes aren't even blinking. I can't imagine how wet you pussy is right now and you've already come twice for me today." She widened her eyes like a mother to a child. That little movement said, "well you're caught time to tell the truth."

I shook my head meekly as my legs tremble uncontrollably.

"No, so if I were to reach up under your skirt and touch your slutty panties, they won't be wet?" She smirked.

It was like she knew, since I started my masturbation obsession, I had ditched my briefs for the lacy sexier panties.

"Should we try it, Sammie? If you're not wet, I'll admit I was wrong, and if you are, I'll take those panties and give you what you need right here before the guests arrive."

I wanted to drop my skirt, sit on the edge of the counter, and let her munch my pussy, but I was afraid what would happen if I took that plunge. "You're sick Maria, really sick."

"And you're trembling like a junkie needing a fix. I can give you that fix, just show me how wet you are for me Sammie and tell me what you need. You can barely catch your breath already. What do you need Dr?"

Those eyebrows looked up at me and I lost control. "I need you to fuck me, huh, huh." My eyes closed and I let out two little puffs of air. When I said it, I felt terrified, relieved, and alive. "My pussy is so wet, please."

Her hand touched my knee and slowly pushed my skirt up. "Thank you for finally being honest Samantha. I am going to give you what you need Honey. Open your eyes and look at me." She said so softly.

I did and those eyes were looking at me. I could feel my lips quivering as her hand pushed up my thigh.

"I love how this skirt highlights your figure, but it is too tight." Her eyes rolled toward my tits. "And that blouse just makes me want you. You're gonna make me suffer all night watching you in that."

She made me realize I had picked the outfit out with her in mind. It was a tight fitting, just above the knee, grey skirt and the blouse was a skin-tight sleeveless button down with a push-up bra that made my tits look fabulous.

Marie leaned down, pushed the skirt as high as it could go, and I moaned as her fingers traced their way up my inner thigh. When she touched me through the panties I puffed rapidly and let out a whimper. My legs spread as far as the skirt would allow.

"Samantha Honey, you are soaked through. Tell me the truth, did you really already come twice today?"

Her finger pressed my wet panties between my labia, and she began to rub.

My voice was weak and almost weepy as I moaned my answer. "Yes, oh huh!" I was panting uncontrollably like being touched for the first time.

"Where did you do it Samantha." she asked so seductively, I wanted to tell her everything.

"In my dressing closet this morning, Oh yes." My lips trembled and my hips rocked against her warm hand.

"And where else, Samantha?"

I mentioned my frequent treatment plan took the edge off at work. Well, by week three some days I needed a treatment at work. That day, I had looked at her profile and saw those lips. She noticed me staring and smiled at me knowingly...

At that moment, her fingers were working me into a frenzy and the flood gates had opened. There was no more hiding any of it. "In the restroom at work. Oh, that feels so g, good." I squeaked.

"I know when. I saw you looking at me and, oh my God, You've really got it bad, don't you?"

"Yeeesssss, Oh Maria, aaaahhhhh." I whined.

She slowed down and lessened the pressure sensing I was going to come.

"How many times have you come thinking about me?"

"I don't know, please..."

"More than five?" I nodded. "More than ten?" I nodded. And so, it went until I stopped at thirty-five. It was probably more but I didn't know.

She increased her force as she rubbed me toward a climax again.

"It's only been four weeks," she marveled. "And how many times did you fuck Edmond thinking about me Samantha?"

"Twice. Please make me come Maria."

"Did he make you come?"

"No, please, I need it!"

"I'm so happy you came to your senses. You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen and it's time you get the attention you deserve. As much as making you come in your panties excites me, I think I would rather have them off. What do you think Dr.? Is the treatment best applied directly?"

"Yes! Please!" I yelled too loudly.

"Shhhhh, we don't want company yet Honey." She whispered and dropped to her knees.

She had to force her hands up inside my skirt to grip the waist band. Then she pulled down my black lace semi-thong. Holding them up, she smiled.

"I would like to see your ass in these some time." She said before giving them a sniff. I was surprised when she put them in her purse. "Thank you honey, now let's see."

She pushed the skirt up with both hands as far as it could go. Then she tried to work her face up between my legs.

"This isn't gonna work." She stood up, gripped my hips and spun me to face the counter. "Much as I like the slut skirt, it's gotta come off." The thought of someone coming downstairs was frightening but as she unzipped the skirt and yanked it down, her reaction made me forget.

"Fuck your ass is so fucking hot." She said excitedly as she gripped my buns and squeezed. "I just gotta bite it." She groaned and began to nibble my buns.

Then a hand slid between my legs until her pointer finger and side of her hand slid between my pussy lips, like a hotdog in a bun. As she rubbed, her thumb slid between my ass cheeks.

"Oh, I need this," I moaned. I couldn't recall ever being this excited or feeling so wanted.

"I know Sam, me too, me too. Your pussy lips are so big and soft. They must be extra sensitive. I'm gonna give them so much care and attention." She sighed and her breath washed over my ass.

"Hoah!" was all that came out. No one had ever worshipped my body like that. I rocked my hips fucking her hand as she kissed my buns.

"I smell lilac." She said slowly sliding a finger inside me.

Next, she pushed my legs apart and my feet caught in the skirt. I kicked it off and spread my legs for her. "Thank you, Samantha, isn't that better?" She asked while sliding two fingers inside me, still kissing my buns. Her lips felt silky soft and warm. I howled like a wolf looking at the ceiling, trying to control my volume. Then, I jerked when I felt her top lip at my inner thigh just below my ass.

"Bend down a little so I can get in there Honey," She pulled on my left hip as she fingered me with her right hand. I complied and she began to fuck me for real. "What do you need Dr?"

"I need you to fuck me, Maria!" I squealed.

"told you so. You're gonna need this a lot."

"Uh huh!" I gasped never wanting this to end.

"I need a taste of that sweet pussy."

She pulled out and gripped my buns spreading my ass open and I felt her tongue hit my pussy as her nose slid between my cheeks.

"Oh yes, oh f, f, fuck." I groaned at the ceiling.

My legs shook as her warm tongue split me open. She made it wiggle and probe and I felt the tongue stud sliding deeper inside me. I lowered my chest to the counter and spread my legs wide. I wanted her inside me. I needed her inside me.

I moaned and panted as her tongue wiggled and pushed its way in me. An orgasm was building. "Oh God, I need that tongue." I whimpered as my ass rocked gently side to side.

Then she pulled back, slid her fingers inside me and began nibbling and kissing my ass.

"Your pussy tastes like heaven Samantha, and I love this bubble butt so much. Is this what you need Sammie?" She whispered between kisses.

"Oh, yes Maria please!" I squeaked; afraid someone might hear.

I was rocking my hips and building toward a much-needed climax. My pace quickened until it was just me fucking her fingers, whishing we were in my dressing closet so I could watch her make me come. Then, she shocked me once again.

I felt a finger from her other hand push against my asshole and begin to penetrate me.

I Pulled away, "Stop that's disgusting..."

She pulled it back but continued to finger fuck my soaked pussy.

"You don't even know what you need, Sammie. You can't have such a world class ass and not enjoy it." She said softly and seriously.

Before I could respond, I felt her tongue slipping between my cheeks and begin to tickle my sphincter. I had never felt anything like it and took a quick gasping breath.

Her fingers continued to relentlessly fuck my pussy as her face pushed between my cheeks. She moaned as if she were in complete bliss while her tongue gently wiggled against my sensitive sphincter. The sensation was overwhelming. I moaned in disbelief.

She pulled back and taunted me. "Is this what you need Sammie?"

As her tongue made contact again, I moaned, "Oh God yes!"

I felt her smile with her face buried in my ass. Her skin felt like warm silk as her tongue tickled and pressed in, once again pushing me toward a growing orgasm. The tongue stud pressed against me as she pushed further in.

Then she pulled completely out. "This just isn't gonna fit." Said Maria, removing her tongue stud.

She gripped my ass cheeks and spread them apart, lapped at my bunghole and fished into her purse with her right hand. The awkwardness of being bent over the counter naked from the waist down, was quickly overshadowed by the teasing laps of her tongue.

"I know just what you need Sammie," she said before burying her face in my ass once again.

I moaned again and settled my tits onto the counter letting her have her way. "I've never felt... AH!"

I jumped as a dildo with soft rubber skin pressed into my hungry pussy. She twisted and pushed it into me while her tongue wiggled into my ass, now unhindered by the tongue stud.

The dildo seemed to get fatter as she pushed it in until it suddenly narrowed, and my pussy clamped down holding it in. She twisted and wiggled it before pulling it out and plunging it back in.

"Oh my God, Maria!" I groaned. "Oh, please I need it, please make me come, feels so good."

She stopped to taunt me again, "I was right wasn't I Sammie?"

"Yes! you were right, please!" She plunged back into both orifices. "Oh, please fuck me, Oh God, I need it!" When she had me on the verge of coming, she pulled out again. "Please!"

"You shouldn't have been so stubborn Sammie, now you have to earn it." She said with a devious tone.

Before I could respond she slid two fingers into my screaming cunt, and I felt the dildo twisting into my ass.

"Ow! No don't..." Suddenly the fat part pushed through, and my asshole cinched onto the dildo as her fingers hammered my pussy. The pain passed as quickly as it came, and I could feel a powerful orgasm coming on.

"You need this don't you Sammie?"

Once again, I gave her the answer she already knew. "Oh, Yes I need it, please make me come!"

I laid my face on the cool marble top giving into the pending climax when she suddenly stopped yet again.

"Oh, shit look at the time, they'll be here any... "Ding dong! Fuck, the doorbell!

She grabbed my skirt and pushed my legs together. My heart raced, and she picked up my right leg and then my left pulling my skirt up. We tucked in my blouse, and she zipped the skirt.

I spun to face her. "Wait, you gotta take that out..."

"Oh no Sammie, that stays in until I get to make you come." She said sternly. "I told you, you've got to earn it."

"The guests are here and there's no way that's happening tonight..."

"Then it stays in till tomorrow." She said staring up at me with those eyes and those hypnotic eyebrows.

"That's not happening, let them in I'll be up in a minute..."

"Oh no Sammie, it stays in until I take it out. And I take it out when you come like a skanky little slut with a dildo in your ass."

I stared at her in disbelief. I had just surrendered myself to her willingly and she suddenly turned it into something completely humiliating. I screamed at myself inside my head. "What the fuck have you done Samantha?"

"This ends now, you are out of your mind!" I started toward the bathroom to pull the dildo out of my ass.

"Stop pretending you are the innocent little princess, ruling the palace. We both know I'm giving you what you need and we're gonna see it through. Unless you want to explain to dear Edmond and the guests how I have your wet panties in my purse and your slut juice on my fingers. He might not recognize the succulent taste of your sweet cunt, but he will surely recognize the scent." She passed her fingers in front of her nose and breathed in. "Mmmm," She hummed, before taking them in her mouth. "Finger licking good."

Her phone rang, "Hello Steven, yes, Samantha will be right up." She looked at me with an arrogant smile, "They're here, you'd better let them in, we don't want to ruin the surprise."

The anger on my face must have been obvious from the wide eyed, look she gave, me. "Don't worry Sammie, you will get that orgasm you were begging for, trust me. I know exactly what you need. Your butt plug stays in, or the panties come out. Now go, your guests are waiting. By the way, get some music on so your guests don't hear you buzz this evening."

I wanted to put her in her place, but my whole body was in shock. In seconds I went from the edge of orgasmic bliss to humiliation and rage. What did I let myself get into? Would she really pull my panties out infront of everyone? Panic set in and I had to struggle to breathe as I headed to the front door. I had no Idea what she was talking about with the music thing. The walk up the steps was uncomfortable to say the least with that thing stuck in my ass.

We had about 15 minutes until Linda and Maria, would be arriving with Edmond, who thought it was going to be a quiet birthday dinner with just us. As I greeted the guests, Maria popped into the room and began working on drinks for them.

"Welcome everyone the bar is open!" she said cheerily.

They quickly funneled over to her, and she got them all set up with drinks. Her bartending experience came in handy that night.

"Everyone, thanks for coming, Dr. Kaplan-Donovan and I appreciate your coming this evening. She's going to put on some music, and we'll ask you all to congregate in the dining room so we can surprise Edmond properly." She pointed toward the dining room.

In my flustered state, I was somehow grateful, for her taking charge and directing the crowd. I directed my attention to the Chairman of the Board, Phillip Branson, who happened to be in town and available for the surprise party. Edmond thought he was in New York, but he diverted and flew in for the evening on his way to the Big Apple.

"Phillip thanks for Coming, Edmond will be so surprised." I said trying to cope with the "butt plug" as Maria called it. It seemed so huge now and instead of the new and exciting tingle from moments earlier it only seemed to give me the feeling I might dump on the floor in front of the only person more important than Edmond, in the company.

As I tried to act normal, I noticed Maria motioning her head toward the sound system. I ignored her, continuing to engage Phillip, when suddenly the dildo began to hum inside me, and I let out a startled grunt. "Wha!" The sensation shot though my lower abdomen and upper thighs. And I couldn't tell if it was as loud as it seemed to me or if the vibration of my body made me imagine the noise. I looked at Maria and she smiled an evil little grin. Recovering as best I could I looked at Phillip, "Sorry, I need to turn on the music, so he doesn't hear us shuffling about."

I tried to walk normally but the vibration was firing every nerve in my loins. I flipped on some dinner music and turned it up a little higher than normal, relieved no one could hear the hum coming from my ass. Maria smiled a perky smile, and lead everyone into the dining room.

Standing there, the vibration began to heat my pussy up again. I looked at Maria pleadingly and she mouthed the words, "You need this."

So, I decided to put mind over matter and thought of anything I could to kill any lustful thoughts. I replayed taking the MCATS and the anxieties applying for colleges, and it seemed to do the trick. Doing my best to ignore Maria, I mingled until Edmond showed up and, mercifully, it shut off.

After the surprise was sprung, Maria opened the bar for round two and quickly passed the duties on to her mother. Then she slunk up behind me while I spoke with Edmond and Phillip. She whispered in my ear, "Shall we bring up the food, Dr. Kaplan-Donovan?"

Afraid of how she might react if I hesitated, I said cheerily, "Yes thank you so much for your help tonight, I couldn't have done it without you."

As I turned to go, she replied. "My pleasure Dr. I'm here for you, whatever you may need." The butt plug surged back to life.

Walking down the stairs was suddenly a challenge. The shifting butt plug seemed to vibrate in my clit and my pussy screamed for relief. At the bottom of the stairs, I pleaded. "Please stop this now..."

"Sammie, honey, we both Know that pussy is so wet right now. You know you love that tingle in your tight little asshole and how it vibrates through those big beautifully extra sensitive pussy lips. And I love how turned on you are knowing I am going to fuck you tonight."

She backed me against the counter yet again. My body trembled as the soft rubber plug mercilessly vibrated my clit. Her warmth pressed against me was too much, I needed relief. "Please I'll do whatever you want just please, I can't take anymore..."

She pressed harder against me, "Do you want me to fuck you right here, right now?"

Without thought, I blurted out, "Yes, please!" Then a moment of rational thought kicked in. "We can't someone will come down, probably your mom. Please, just take it out."

Her eyes were wide and bright as she reveled in my desperation. "Sammie Honey, we've been through this. You need to come, and I can make that happen." Her hands slid up and down my sides and the vibrating plug kept up the relentless tingle. "Did you really mean whatever I want?" Her hand slid up my skirt teasing my thigh.

"Yes, please..." I whimpered like a quivering child.

"Oh, Sammie Honey you're trembling. Ok, I better hurry or we'll have company like you said. Here's all you have to do. Once we take the food up and get them going, you're gonna give me the signal and I'm gonna go to your masturbation closet..."

I nodded thinking of watching her fuck me in the mirrors. My pussy flushed with wet heat.

"Sshhh, oh Dr. I think the fever has spiked; your whole body is shivering. Take some deep breathes and focus." I did and she continued. "Good, Sammie. Then you're going to get Edmond and tell him it's time for his birthday present..."

"No, please..." I panted. I must have told her about his annual birthday present that night too!

"You're gonna take him on the bed, while I watch, and you're gonna swallow like his cum is the nectar of the gods."

And I must have told her I don't swallow. "You're disgusting, I'm not gonna do that..."

"And if you convince me, you're a cum hungry little slut that knows how to use that body and that pretty mouth, then, you'll join me in your masturbation closet and I'm gonna give you what your need..."

Just then Daniella yelled out as she came down the steps. "Hey ladies the natives are restless, we better feed em or there could be a riot."

Maria spun away and grabbed a tray of food. "Hey mama, we were just heading that way." She said cheerily.

"Great, let me help," she said, just as the butt plug turned off.

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, happy for the relief. "Why, don't you take some more of the cold plates, and I'll get the warm ones." I said trying to steady myself.

The crowd had left the dining room giving us clear access to set out the food. As they ate, I retreated for the cake. I lit the candles and brought it up. The crowd sang happy birthday and when he blew out the candles, I gave a little speech.

Of course, the dildo kicked on as I began, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. But with mind over matter, I got through it with a nice round of applause. Afterward I sat on the sofa with Phillip and Edmond and downed my fourth glass of wine. I was doing well keeping my focus on all things nonsexual and avoiding eye contact with Maria.

After a few moments, Phillip excused himself and headed to the airport where the jet was waiting. I continued hanging close to Edmond and socializing with some neighbors and another board member.

I finally gave in and looked to Maria as I worked on wine glass number five. She gave a head nod toward Edmond. I shook my head and continued the conversation. As I took a sip, the dildo jumped to a whole new level of vibration, causing me to dribble wine onto my chest. Luckily, white wine did not stand out too much on the white blouse.

"Whoa Honey, are you OK, asked Edmond," reaching for my glass.

I pulled it back, protecting my only means to relax. As the new level of vibration shot all the way to my nipples. I rolled my lips tightly together trying to stifle the urge to gasp.

"Are you sure you haven't had too much," He whispered to me.

"I'm fine," I said to loudly, trying to smile but it felt more like an awkward facial tick.

I pressed my thighs together and the vibration in my clit seemed to intensify. Then I tried spreading my legs apart, but it only seemed to tighten the fabric of my panties against my clit. My whole body was tensed as the intensity of the vibration was too much to ignore.

I spent several minutes trying to find a position to set that would stop the tingling in my pussy, but it was impossible. I was losing track of the conversation and looked at Maria with a frustrated angry scowl imploring her to stop. She only smiled and darted her eyes toward Edmond.

I shook my head and continued trying mind over matter. Then, suddenly an image jumped into my head of sitting on the ottoman in my dressing closet with my legs spread. I was rubbing myself off, with the soft leather against my ass, pushing the dildo in as it worked it's magic. There was Maria holding the remote, smiling and mouthing, "you need this Sammie" as I made myself come with the vibrator in my ass.

I squirmed and bit my lower lip. I squeezed my legs together, so close to coming right there in front of everyone but could not get there for fear of crying out for all to hear.

Finally, I looked at Maria and jerked my head toward the stairs. She grinned in triumph as I leaned toward Edmond and whispered. "I need to give you your present right now Honey." I panted as I spoke.

He looked at me in disbelief. "Now?"

I nodded and smiled giving a head flick toward the stairs again.

"His surprise turned to wonderment, and He stood, up. "If you'll excuse us, I need to borrow my beautiful wife for a moment."

We rushed up to the bedroom and I closed and locked the French doors behind us. Somehow Maria had the presence of mind to turn the clock radio on for background music before she went in the closet. The closet door was cracked, and I knew she was watching us. My pussy oozed as the tingle permeated my pelvis. The vibration was so intense, I wondered if it caused my skirt to visibly move.

My heart raced and my body needed relief. I knew I needed to come more than anything and only she could give me what I needed. Knowing she was watching me, somehow, added to my lascivious fervor.

He backed up against the bed and we kissed passionately before I dropped to my knees and unhooked his belt. The look on his face was priceless, as I yanked his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. While he stepped out of his clothes, I gripped his semi limp cock and began to stroke him firmly.

The nonstop stimulation had me in a lustful frenzy I could no longer control. I was even worried he might feel the vibration radiating through my body to his cock, but he didn't say anything. When, his cock stiffened, I pushed him onto the bed, and he eagerly slithered on his back giving me room to crawl between his legs.

I sat on my knees stroking his cock with my right hand and caressing his balls with my left. I looked up at him hungrily. "I've been thinking about this all-day Honey... Happy birthday to you," I sang softly, before licking up the length of his shaft.

His eyes closed and his head rolled back when I plunged him into my mouth. Sitting on my knees basically in a ball stretched my ass and the skirt, pushed the plug in firmly. As I bobbed on his boner, I wiggled my ass side to side causing the vibrator to shift pushing me so close to orgasm. It was like heavenly torture.

"Oh God, Honey that's so... Oh fuck!" He groaned as his pre-cum coated my tongue. "Holly shit Samantha! I'm gonna come, watch out!"

He gently tried to push me off, but I needed to show her I was a cum hungry little slut to finally get relief. In my revved-up state, his pre-cum tasted incredible and for the first time I wanted him to come in my mouth.

"Oh God, I can't..."

I nodded my head and hummed, "Uh huh, uh huh," as I bobbed. He came hard shooting jet after jet of hot spunk in my mouth and I continued to nod my approval as I eagerly swallowed every bit of it.

He laid there, eyes closed and moaning. "Samantha Honey, that was so good. Thank you, thank you, oh God." He panted contently.

I continued to suck him dry, and he soon began to soften. When he became flaccid, I let him slide out of my mouth and smiled up at him. "Happy Birthday Sweetheart," I said seductively and for added measure pretended to scoop up escaped cum by rubbing my finger on my face and taking it in my mouth.

Next. I handed him his pants and helped him put on his underwear. "You better get back to our guests while I get changed out of this wine-stained blouse. I think I might have some more stains in my panties after that"

Edmond looked at me in disbelief, smiled and put his pants back on. He almost kissed me but remembered, I just sucked his cock, so kissing was not an option. He checked himself in the mirror and said, "Thank you Honey that was the best birthday present ever."

I walked him to the door, "I'll be down soon." I said and locked it behind him.

When I turned, the door to the closet was held open by Maria as she smiled seductively. I stepped in, she took my hand and led me to the ottoman. Then, she jumped up onto it.

Suddenly she towered over me, bent down, gripped my head in her hands and kissed me deeply. I had never kissed a woman before, and those lips were so remarkably soft. Her tongue swirled around mine as she tasted Edmonds cum. Her tongue bobbed in and out licking at my lips before plunging back in. I sucked it into my mouth moaning as the vibrator continued its heavenly sensation.

She broke the kiss and pulled me close bringing my face toward her low-cut dress. I kissed the soft skin between her breasts and felt their silky warmth on my cheeks.

"You like the high setting don't you Sammie?" She asked tauntingly.

"Oh God, yes I feel it all the way to my nipples," I gasped. "Please Maria, I need you to fuck me. Oh please..."

She dropped to her knees and began unbuttoning my blouse as she kissed me with her lapping tongue. The image of her profile and how it made me want to kiss her filled my head as her magical tongue and tender lips melted any resistance I had left. I even found the lip ring sexy as she continued kissing me

She untucked my blouse and slid it off my shoulders, all while kissing me like no one ever had. Then she gripped the clasp on my bra and popped it loose. I sighed as they were released, and the cool air washed over them.

"Drop that skirt Sammie," she commanded.

Her tongue gently touched my left nipple as she slid the bra over my shoulders. I whined and trembled. I forced the zipper down as her tongue teased my right nipple. "Hoh! Yes!" I cried in a high-pitched whimpering voice I had never heard before.

"Oh Sammie, those big, beautiful tits are extra sensitive too, I'm so jealous." I looked down at her as I stood naked, trembling though I was completely warm.

Those eyes and alluring eyebrows left me speechless as her tongue slowly extended to touch my stiff nipple. My mouth hung open as she made contact. "Oh you're right I can feel the vibrator from here," she said smiling as her tongue circled my nipple.

"Your tits are so beautiful Sammy," she gripped them from the side and shoved them together while she swirled her tongue around both nipples. "You have the perfect Bimbo Boobs and they're so fucking soft and squeezable."

It must have been the dildo buzzing in me, but I had never felt so much pleasure from my breasts as she gave me squeezing and rubbing them while she licked and kissed them so brutishly.

Next, she slowly released them and both hands slid down my sides and her palms curled across my belly. The sensation shot straight to my clit and my body spasmed causing my breasts to bounce and sway.

"Oh, Sammy Honey, you are so sensitive everywhere." Her fingers swirled around my belly button, and I gasped again, unable to control myself.

I watched in the mirror as her tongue again teased my nipples and her fingers drifted through my dark brown muff. She noticed me watching as she explored my naked body.

"I know why you like masturbating for me in here. I could look at you all day. You are so sexy Sammie. Just look at that ass, such a big, beautiful bubble but and shapely sexy thighs, and those bimbo boobs. No wonder you like watching yourself.

"You've got me so wet, feel it Sammie," she said standing back up and pulling my face into her tits again.

I slid my hand up her thigh and moved directly to her steaming crotch. The heat through her panties was remarkable. My fingers rubbed her labia through her warm, damp panties.

"It was all I could do not to make myself come watching you suck your sugar daddy's cock Sammie. Oooohhh!" she groaned as if she were close already.

It was hard to tell who was moaning louder as I rubbed her soft wetness through the silk.

"Oh my God, Sammie you little slut, you liked sucking his cock for me didn't you." Her eyes closed.

"Yes, I'm a cum hungry little slut!" I panted rubbing her harder.

"Hoh! she grunted. "I knew it! Now you wanna...Oh Fuck, coming in my panties!"

I had never felt so completely turned on. The butt plug electrifying my whole body as Maria, the powerful sexy woman who had me under her complete control, suddenly let herself go so completely and easily.

She squeezed me against her chest as her body jerked uncontrollably from the pleasure, I was giving her. I had never felt so alive as my hand melted into her heaven warmth. I rubbed her furiously breathing in her scent and hearing her soaked lips smack together.

I watched her in the mirror as her mouth hung open and she released muffled grunts of pleasure while her pussy released of flood of warm cum that soaked her panties and flooded my hand.

Her body jerked as her orgasm peaked and I held her tight. I could not help but smile as I watched her spasm and groan. Her warmth washed through me and she slowly relaxed, leaning against me while she caught her breath. I rubbed my nose and lips against her semi exposed breast. I had no idea anyone could come that much; my hand was soaked and so were her panties.

"Thank you, Sammie, I needed that," she sighed as she brought her legs together. "Now help me out of these wet panties and let's talk about what you need."

As commanded, I slid my hands under her dress and pulled her drenched pink lace panties off. As I slid them down, they dripped onto the leather ottoman.

She stepped down off the ottoman and slapped my naked ass, "Hands and knees and show me that Ass Sammie Girl." I climbed on and shoved my ass out.

She grabbed a handful of each cheek, "Damn that's the best ass!" She continued to knead my buns causing the butt plug to wiggle and me to moan my approval. She looked at me in the mirror and slapped my ass. "That's incredible, I slap that bubble butt and those bimbo boobs jiggle for me.

Her smile widened and she slid her hand between my legs finally touching my desperate pussy. "Oh yes! Ah!" I sang out.

"Oh yeah, that's so warm. Those pussy lips are so big and soft, it's like touching heaven." She said rubbing me harder.

I moaned loudly rocking my hips. "Damn Sammie, you really are a cum hungry little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes!" I growled

"And you like that I know it don't you?"

"Oh Yes! Aaaahhhh!" I wailed.

"Are you gonna come, Sammie?"

"Yeessss!!!" I yelled.

She brought her soaked panties around to my mouth as I yelled, "Sh, you're getting to loud Sweetie," she said as she stuffed her panties into my mouth.

Her flavor flooded my taste buds, and I clenched my mouth shut savoring her essence as my orgasm grew.

"You like cunt cum too don't you Sammie?"

I nodded and let out a muffled "Yes! Fuck Me Maria, I n, need it so bad!"

She continued with her slow methodical rubbing, but it didn't matter my orgasm was coming hard and there was no stopping it this time.

"You've kept all this bottled up for so long, we're gonna let it all out together. Look at you, watching. You like watching yourself be the skanky little slut you accused me of being."

"Yes, Oh God, yes!" I yelled in my panty muffled voice.

My body stiffened and the orgasm paralyzed me except for the occasional convulsive twitch. When it finally passed, I looked straight at the ottoman and tried to catch my breath. Her hand had slowed and slipped away but moved to kneading my ass again.

I tried to roll to the side, but she slapped my ass again, "We're not done yet. I've waited a long time for this, and we both know you need more."

She did such a simple thing that sent a jolt threw me. She pressed her thumb against the but plug and then very lightly traced her fingertips against my labia transferring the vibration through her hand.

I jumped and moaned. "They are so sensitive. You are so lucky." She said and did it again.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, spread my legs and pushed my ass toward the ceiling.

"Who's the skank, shoving her bubble butt toward me, like a horny fucking slut?"

She repeated her touching over and over, teasing my pussy and I loved it.

"That's it show off the plug in you tight little asshole," she teased me again, and I whined louder wanting her to take me again. Then she pulled her hand back. "Look at the plug in your ass, Sammie. It's got my initials on it. I guess that sweet ass is mine now."

I looked in the mirror and found the right angle to see the butt plug. She spun it so the letters were up right. There it was, MQ in black letters against a chromed base.

"What do you need Doctor?" She asked while she pressed her thumb against the plug.

"I need you to fuck me!" I said with my mouth full of panty.

"Do you need my plug in your bubble butt Sammie?"

Then she stretched her pointer finger and touched it to my clit transferring the vibration and the orgasm was almost instantaneous.

I nodded rapidly, "Uh huh! Uh huh!"

The second orgasm was like a lightning bolt paralyzing me except for the guttural moan that escaped my panty stuffed mouth. I could not believe what she was doing to me. Those teasing finger brushes had somehow supercharged my pussy like I would never have imagined and when that vibrating finger touched my stiff clit...

I watched frozen in the mirror as she knelt on the bed beside me looking at my spread pussy with a joyous smile. My ass was pushed toward the sky with the vibrator firing every nerve in my body. My knees barely touched the bed as I pressed my ass against pressure of her thumb on the butt plug.

My clit was like a taser shot of intense pleasure pulsing through my body. I wanted to shout, "My ass is yours! My pussy is yours! I am yours!" but the primal moans of total bliss were all that came out.

As the climax continued, my legs began to spasm and tremble wildly. Soon the pleasure from my clit began to cross the line from pleasure to pain. My tone shifted higher and more desperate, and she seemed to sense it.

She removed her hand and my body instantly relaxed.

"Wow, you have the most sensitive body I've ever seen," she said softly while she moved her head a little closer, studying my wide-open pussy. All I had to do was touch that stiff little slut button and you came like a cum hungry little slut with my panties in your mouth."

As she spoke, she slid a finger in my pussy and moved it slowly in and out.

"I didn't even get the chance to fuck you like you wanted Sammie. Wow, you are so tight Sammie. Clearly, Eddie is not giving you what you need." She said calmly sliding in a second finger.

I could feel myself surrendering to her once again. I didn't care about the guests. I only cared about the burning heat between my legs and the feel of having her inside me.

She talked so soothingly as she positioned herself off my left hip so she could work her fingers in my hungry cunt. I found myself rocking slowly back and forth to meet her probing fingers. She pressed her thumb against the vibrator as she began slowly finger fucking, me.

My body churned with lustful energy that she brought out like no one ever had. I was powerless to fight it. I didn't want to fight it. I needed it.

"Can I please bite that bubble butt again?" She panted as she began to nibble my buns again.

"Muh huh. Muh huh. "I mumbled through the panties.

I rocked faster with my pussy clenching on her stiff warm fingers.

"Oh God, look at those porn star bimbo boobs rock. Fuck I just wanna kiss them."

I watched myself in the mirror and my tits were swinging in perfect rhythm.

"I'm gonna call you BB! Bimbo Boobs and Bubble Butt! What do you need BB?" She asked excitedly.

"Fuck Me Please, I need you to fuck me, Maria. Oh God, I need it!" I said almost spitting out the panties.

I quickly picked up a hand and shoved them back in to muffle my growing screams.

"Show me how you touch yourself for me BB," she panted. "I wanna come with you Honey."

Without thought I braced myself with my left hand and brought my right to my clit. As I began to rub, I was shocked to see she had planted her left leg on the floor and had lowered herself to the edge of the ottoman and was rubbing herself against the soft leather.

I watched her rolling hips in the blue dress, wishing I had removed that dress earlier. I wanted to watch her pussy lips rubbing the ottoman and began moving my hips in rhythm with hers.

"Look at those tits bouncing while you fuck my fingers, like a skanky cum hungry slut. You like tasting my cum don't you BB?" She grunted as she spoke in quick puffs of breath.

I whined "Muh huh! Muh huh! Oh fuck!" I sounded on the verge of tears.

"You wanna be my cunt, licker don't you BB?"

"Oh, yes!" I gasped with a whole new thought in my head!

I'd never seen anything so sexy as her hips rocking in the blue dress as she leaned forward on her left hand, fucking my ottoman.

I realized she stopped moving her hand at all. It was just me fucking her fingers. My tits jiggled and swung as I kept pace with her, needing to come again. The thought of coming together had me in a frenzy.

"You need that in your ass don't you BB?"

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" I yelled.

"Yes what? Say it BB." She commanded, her voice high and cracking.

"I need you're plug in my ass! I'm gonna come." I said frantically.

"Not yet BB, I'm not quite, th, there!" She panted.

"You love me using that bimbo body, like my own personal fuck toy don't you Skank? Oh Fuuuuucckkk!"

I saw her face freeze with her mouth open as she came with me.

"I'm your, skanky little fuck toy. Oh God, I'm coming so hard!" My elbows dropped to the ottoman, and I pushed my forehead against it. I came, in a series of spasm, that moved from my ass to my shoulders like a wave rolling up my spine. My upper body looked snake like in the mirror.

I could hear her pussy sloshing against the ottoman when her hips suddenly stopped and she raised her upper body, thrusting, her cunt against the edge of the ottoman as her orgasm hit her in spastic waves like mine. Watching her body twitch in ecstacy, was a somehow powerful feeling for me, despite the position I was in.

As my climax receded, she shocked with another first, slowly sliding her fingers in and out, she would thrust them in quickly, sending a climactic shock through my body. She induced about six shock waves, before I finally collapsed flat on the ottoman breathing like an Olympic sprinter.

She moved up on her knees and turned off the Vibrator. Then she gripped the edge of the ass plug, spinning it slowly. "Was that what you needed BB?"

I lay flat on my stomach with my chin resting on my crossed arms and nodded slowly. She spun the butt plug out of me. It was a feeling of relief and emptiness at the same time.

Then, she sat it on the ottoman standing up on its base and laid the remote next to it. I'm gonna leave this for you BB. You're gonna have a whole new itch to scratch. You'll be using your rose medicine a lot more now, I'm sure. Oh yeah, here are your panties back. You can keep mine." She stood, set the panties down, and walked toward the door.

I didn't want her to leave, she had awakened so much in me, but I knew we had to get back to the party. Then once again she rocked my world.

"When you're fucking yourself in your lonely fucking closet, in your lonely fucking house, I hope you'll remember, the beautiful prissy queen with the big fucking castle, is really just a cum hungry skanky little fuck toy, with no one to scratch the itch in her lilac cunt, rosy asshole. Doesn't really sound like someone with room to judge others, does it? You have a nice night and a nice life Dr Samantha Kaplan-Donovan"

I watched her close the door, as my heart sank. I sat up, suddenly ashamed of the sight of my naked body in the mirror. The panties in my mouth, did not help that feeling.

I sat stunned and tried to grasp what just happened.

Was that one of her cruel jokes thrown out callously?

Was this really her plan all along?

Was whatever this was between us over?

Shouldn't I wish it were over, after she manipulated and humiliated me?

I sat there for several minutes, with my mind whirling. Finally, I got myself moving, thinking to myself, "one thing at a time. First the guests..."

To be continued with Maria's story.

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