{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"8c3cd3f6-09ec-411c-9208-61944050689f","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-09-26T07:35:13.762Z","title":"Take @ Chance","slug":"take-chance","shortId":"RSltdcjE","authorNote":"Take@chance is a fictional app for lesbians that is similar to the Grindr app for gay men.\n\nYes the first two chapters are the same but told from each perspective so the endings may be different!","disclaimer":"All characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to any person living or dead is entirely down to the author's perverted imagination. If you want to take a copy and reproduce all I ask is you don't try to pass it off as your own and tell people where you copied it from.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The first two chapters detail a chance meeting on a train between two people but each chapter is told in the first person from each of their perspective. In chapter three the story is told in a 'narrator' style and tells the story of what happened after that meeting.","partCount":3,"parts":[{"partId":"216291c4-b500-4421-931d-d2355cec8f95","title":"Chapter 1 as told by Laura","summary":"We had been stopped at the train station for a good 90 minutes and there seemed to be no sign of the","wordCount":7622,"readTime":38,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"a998c278-bda0-41c0-a6fa-79e215a0a302","title":"Chapter 2 as told by Debbie","summary":"We had \nbeen stopped at the train station for a good 90 minutes and there seemed\n to be no sign of t","wordCount":6611,"readTime":33,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"d3d32339-87e4-486c-8fec-e134937b6725","title":"Chapter 3 as told about them","summary":"\n Laura\n looked around the student union bar and inwardly sighed, though \noutwardly s","wordCount":5212,"readTime":26,"number":3,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1 as told by Laura","content":"

We had been stopped at the train station for a good 90 minutes and there seemed to be no sign of the train moving, but as always with British Rail, the only announcements were the guard saying he had no idea what was going on. I sat with my head pressed against the train window, on the other side the view was a complex maze of buildings laced by a jumble of train tracks and on my side, a half-deserted platform leading to another stopped train,\"

I was a little bored and a lot upset at the delay when I saw her look at me, smiling, with a twinkle in her eye that seemed to scream mischief. The sides of her dark hair were cropped tight to her head with the top left long and pulled into a short top knot come ponytail that's rested on the crown of her head. I would have put her at my sort of age, early 20s but she still seemed vibrant and still full of youth whereas I could already feel mine slowly slipping away as the prospect of settling down started to loom.

I was on my way to Cambridge to meet my boyfriend to spend the weekend with him and his parents and had a strong idea that he was thinking of popping the question. Something he would want to do in front of his parents as he knew that would add even more pressure on me to say yes. Not that I didn't like Timmy it was just he was a bit... grey, if that's not too unkind. I knew that his plan, well his mother's plan would be for us to have a big wedding where she could show off to the neighbours. Then we would get a little place not far from her, with their help of course followed by me producing a stream of well-behaved and perfectly manicured grandchildren for her on a regular basis.

Timmy and I didn't live together as I was still in my final year at university and determined to finish my course in Biochemistry and obtain a degree before I threw it all away to become a domestic engineer with a side career in procreation or housewife and mother as it is more commonly known. Timmy had graduated last year and now worked in Cambridge Science Park and had returned to live with his parents until I was ready to join him. I knew from experience that the weekend would mean separate rooms with the space between us covered by night-vision cameras and sensor alarms to stop any midnight assignations. Well, I may be exaggerating a bit about the security procedures but it felt like it, as the stern lectures would always be given about sex before marriage and staying pure. Sadly, this was something that Timmy had meekly accepted, at least while we were at his parent's.

Not that Timmy and I hadn't had sex, he was my first and one and only. I must admit I had thought for ages that perhaps it was meant to be done in silence with the lights off on the few times we actually shared a bed at my student digs. I was corrected on my perception when, after Timmy had moved back to Cambridge, my flatmate showed me some porn one night and opened my eyes in a big way. I did later find out that normal sex was somewhere in between the videos showing a woman taking on two or three incredibly well-endowed men with the vocal accompaniments that would have served an opera singer well and the dull sex that Timmy clearly thought was the norm. Although some of the guys at the university made it very clear there was a place for me in their beds if I wished once Timmy left, with his 1:1 of course, I remained faithful to him.

As I glanced at the girl again, I saw she had breathed on the glass and written T@C in large letters. I stared at it for a moment before it dawned on me that she must mean the 'Take @ chance,' app. The idea was you told the app what type you were, what you were into and what you were looking for and it would hook you up with people within the distance from you that you set... OK, it was Grindr for lesbians.

After my flatmate had shown me porn, I discovered lesbian porn and was hooked. Although I had never strayed from Timmy with either a man or another woman, I had half fooled myself into thinking that if I strayed with another woman it wouldn't count. After a few masturbation sessions while watching some explicit lesbian porn, I downloaded the app after downing a bottle of red wine one night before using the neck of the bottle for other purposes.

I loved some of the descriptions of the 'types' ranging from 'butch dyke' through to 'straight but curious,' the latter being me. At first, I set the distance from me to 'any online' and found myself having some very hot conversations which would often cumulate in a mutual masturbation session. I started to get more explicit in my conversations and would describe my fantasies to be used as a lesbian plaything. My unseen random partner would often happily play along and we would exchange explicit pictures drawn from the internet showing such scenes as a woman being double penetrated by strap-ons or even being fisted in public. The only in-app communication system was text or picture exchange but the desire to explore further was growing every day. So, one evening I went out and sat in a large pub plucking up the courage to turn the app on.

One of the great features was the 'shy' mode which allowed you to be online and could see other users but your online status was concealed meaning they couldn't see you. Pointless if you were just chatting but invaluable if you were looking to move from fantasy to reality. My screen lit up with a few green, yellow and red dots indicating whether they were likely to be a good, intermediate or poor match. After scanning the profiles, I got chatting with a woman who seemed to be nearby based on her locator, although she had no idea where I was. The conversation seemed to start OK but as she began to lecture me more and more about how all men were bastards, I started to lose interest. Then next kept insisting that we meet as she described in very graphic detail what she would do to me that seemed to get weirder and weirder as she went on. At the point she described how she would squat over me and do things that made me feel ill I clicked closed and blocked her.

The next woman calling herself Miss XXX seemed very promising. Her profile picture showed an older sophisticated woman and she said how she had been a lesbian ever since her divorce. She almost seemed reluctant to meet, though hinted she would like to take things further if we got on. I finally admitted that I was in the same town as her and agreed to meet in the pub we were both in, although I had told her I was at least 15 minutes away in an Uber. In fact, I was already there and according to the app was within 5 metres but as I scanned the pub, I couldn't see anyone who even remotely looked like the profile picture shown. After a while I worked out that it must be the group of young guys who were laughing at their phones while watching the door at the same time.

My phone flashed a message

MISS XXX: How will I know you? Send me a pic.

My blood was boiling and at the same time I could feel my cheeks getting red with shame as I realised, I was being 'catfished'. I wanted to scream with rage and throw things at them but instead, I calmly typed back,

CURIOUS_L: Sorry will need to take a rain check. The woman I am sharing the Uber with has just pushed two fingers into my soaking cunt.

Then before they could reply I blocked them and deleted the app swearing that it was all pointless and I was doomed to live out a boring but safe life.

Looking at the girl on the train again I could she had added a '?' to the T@C. Luckily the Wi-Fi was working on the train and I downloaded the app before signing in under my old profile, 'Curious_L.'

I saw straight away that there was a 'potential friend' within 20 meters which could only be her and the name against her icon said 'Debbie D'. When you pressed the question mark next to the name you got some brief details that allowed you to decide if you wanted to chat with that person. It stated the type and for her, it said 'soft dyke', which meant she was more of a top but not over the top. Then there was a section called 'Seeking' where you could put in a wide variety of things and hers simply said \"you.\" The final section was an optional attention grabber that I never bothered filling in but hers said \"I love to show a straight for the first what she has been missing out on for all these years. I can be hard or soft the choice is yours; the question is when?\"

The icon started to glow and pulse green which meant that she was online and a good match when a message jumped onto the screen,

DEBBIE: Hey there,

I jumped with shock and horror as I realised the app had reverted to standard settings which meant I was in visible mode. At first, I just ignored it as I tried to decide whether I could put shy mode on when the next message came up again,

DEBBIE: Hey sexy, I'm Debbie. What's your name?

I blushed as I thought she couldn't mean me and looked round to see who her message was directed at but realised that the carriage was pretty much empty unless of course, she was into pensioner sex, but they were asleep anyway. Still unsure I pointed to myself and pulled a face that I hoped indicated a question and didn't make me look like a dork. To my surprise, she nodded enthusiastically and then drew a love heart on the window where she had breathed on it first.

Clicking the icon to accept a chat I changed my display name to Laura and then wrote

LAURA: Hello, I'm Laura,\"

I then added a smiley face before taking a deep breath and pressing send. I sat there waiting for the response from whatever prank line she directed me to, no doubt to give her a good laugh.

DEBBIE: Thanks for agreeing to chat with me. You have made my day and my panties wet, well you would have if I was wearing any.

I nearly dropped the phone like it was red hot. Was she really coming onto me and thought I was sexy. Maybe she was just teasing me. Taking a deep breath I typed,

LAURA: What are you doing? I am on the way to see my boyfriend, well I would if this bloody train ever got going.

Thinking to myself that should stop any silly ideas I pressed send and watched as she read it and then laughed before putting her head down furiously writing her reply. A moment later the phone pinged and I read the text feeling my face colour as I did.

DEBBIE: What I am doing is texting a very sexy woman who I think is one of the horniest things I have seen in ages. What I would like to be doing is having a night of rampant sex with her.

I could feel myself blush but at the same time I could feel myself get wet though before I could text a reply my phone pinged.

DEBBIE: Hope your boyfriend knows how lucky he is... and if you fancy going halves on a hotel, I'm game.

I was at a loss for words for a moment then texted,

LAURA: Do you really have no panties on?

DEBBIE: Why would I lie? Anyway, it's so liberating to be naked under a skirt or dress in the knowledge that a gust of wind or a fall could reveal everything to the world. The excitement that a stranger could slide their hand up my inner thigh and touch my naked cunt...

I couldn't believe what I was reading. My mouth was dry, my heart was racing and my panties were soaked.

DEBBIE: Pick a number, 1, 2, 3 or 4.

LAURA: 2

DEBBIE: Wait a moment.

Looking at her carriage I saw a series of flashes of light followed by her staring at her phone as she typed. I saw I had been sent 3 pictures and as I opened them, I went beet red as I realised what they were. The first picture showed a close up of a shaved open pussy. The second showed two fingers buried deep in the pink folds with the others showing bright scarlet nail varnish bent out of the way. The final picture showed them withdrawn and gleaming with her juices. It was obvious that these were not professional pictures as they were slightly out of focus and not centred. My head was spinning as I realised a stranger had just sent me a picture of her most private parts with two fingers in herself.

Looking out of the window I saw her wiggle her fingers at me before sucking on each of them in turn. A little voice inside my head wished I had picked four, but two covered in her juices were exciting enough.

DEBBIE: I have shown you mine, do I get to see yours?

LAURA: I couldn't I would be too embarrassed. Anyway, I am wearing panties.

DEBBIE: Take them off then... why not take a chance?

I paused for a moment, my head spinning as I couldn't believe I was even contemplating removing my underwear at the request of a complete stranger let alone fingering myself and sending her pictures.

I had to read it again and look at the pictures again to make sure I wasn't imagining things but when I looked up, she had vanished from the window and I actually felt disappointed even though I was pretty certain I would have chickened out.

\"Hey there,\" said the woman with a twang of a soft Irish brogue as she slid into the seat opposite me. \"That look on your face tells me that you were going to say no, so here I am so you can tell me face to face.\" Then she smiled broadly at me as before she went on, \"but before you do let me pose something to you. You have no idea who I am and I have no idea who you are apart from first names. I would guess by the look on your face that you are straight as they come and probably only been with one maybe two guys at most, let alone licked a nice wet pussy.\"

I could feel my face getting redder and I wanted to tell her to go away but something inside of me kept my voice from working. In fact, I could feel myself getting even damper as I started to picture myself being one of the two women pleasuring each other in the videos I had secretly watched. I tried to keep my face straight as she went on.

\"Let us consider the facts. The trains are all fucked so none of us will be going anywhere fast. They will offer a replacement bus service that will take until the early hours of the morning. You can get on that and enjoy the company of some drunk crowded next to you drooling on your shoulder as you return back to your normal and no doubt boring life, or...\"

At this point, she paused and looked me in the eyes before she reached across the table and ran her nail down my arm making me shiver. As I felt my nipples harden under my blouse, she lowered her voice and went on.

\"...You could join me in the hotel over there where I have already booked a room and I could lick every inch of your sexy body taking you to heights you have never been before. I can unpack my toys and fuck you in ways you have only ever dreamed of. Then in the morning, we go our separate ways, no strings attached never to meet again.\"

She sat back and regarded me in much the same way as I imagined a cat would regard a mouse before it decides to pounce. I studied her carefully as you never know what an axe murderer looks like but she seemed like she didn't fit the normal mould but then again what does an axe murderer look like anyway.? The sensible part of my brain wanted to scream and run away but deep inside there was a little bit gnawing at me, telling me this was a perfect chance that may only occur once in a lifetime.

Her physique showed someone who took care of themself and the muscles in her bare arms were defined without being overly butch. She had a black denim dress that buttoned all the way down the front, with a fair few of the bottom buttons undone to reveal a good amount of thigh and clunky black boots that were laced up to the middle of her calf. The overall effect made her look more feminine than butch despite the tattoos on one arm that showed clearly under the capped sleeves of her black dress.

\"I have people expecting me,\" was all I could think of it while my brain whirred frantically like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights.

\"You can send a text saying you will travel in the morning,\" she said with the same expectant smile.

\"What will you do if I say no?\" I asked still trying to buy myself time.

\"But you aren't going to say no, are you?\" she said simply and firmly and I felt myself shake my head as she went on, \"Just remember my name as you will be screaming it later.\"

At that moment the announcement came over the Tanoy advising that the trains had been cancelled and a replacement bus service would be arranged as soon as possible. With a lot of grumblings and moaning the train quickly cleared as people filed out and across the bridge to the exits where long queues had already started to form. Debbie just sat there looking at me until there were just the two of us left when almost to emphasise the point that the trains had been cancelled the carriage was plunged into semi-darkness.

She laughed, not a hard laugh but a soft understanding laugh as she said quietly, \"Decision time are you ready to take a chance? What are your deepest sexual desires? I can be your mistress or your slut, the choice is yours. What does your body say inside here?\"

As she spoke, she leaned over and touched the spot at the top of my breast where my heart was, making it beat faster. Looking into her dark eyes I took a deep breath as I whispered, \"slut...will you make me your slut for the night?\" She didn't speak but still looking into my eyes she moved her hand lower until she cupped my full breast.

\"What are your limits? Name them now as from once you say yes you are mine.\"

I thought for a long moment then took a deep breath before I said quietly, \"None.\"

She smiled and to my shock slipped her hand inside my blouse and under my bra. Surely people could see and I went to look around in panic but she barked, \"Look at me slut. Are you sure?\" I felt her finger and thumb fasten around my nipple and squeeze, gently at first, then harder making a low moan escape my lips.

\"Yes,\" I moaned my body filled with lust, \"Whatever you command.\"

\"Remove your panties,\" she said still with the same smile on her face. Surely, she must have realised that I had leggings on but as opened my mouth to speak she said calmly. \"Life is all about taking chances. Sometimes we let those opportunities pass and spend the rest of our lives wondering what if. I know you have leggings on. I know that to remove your panties you will need to remove your leggings. Your jacket should be long enough to cover your ass, though best we are last up the stairs or people may see your naked cunt. If you aren't quick enough, I may just walk you through the station naked, on a leash so all can see what a slut you are.\"

I thought my heart would burst it was beating so fast but I knew this was a once in a lifetime chance I just had to take. The thought of being paraded naked in front of strangers terrified me yet at the same time pressing my thighs together to stop myself cumming. Sending a vague text to Timmy about trains, hotels and drunks cumulating in declarations of love I pressed send and switched my phone off.

She stood and held out her hand and led me to the toilet which was the type that had the large electric door that moved around slowly to open and then what seemed even slower to close. Once the door had fully shut Debbie clicked the button to lock the door turning the switch greed to red. Folding her arms across her breasts, she regarded me silently as I removed my leggings and soaking panties. A smile played across her face as she said quietly, \"strip fully.\"

I stood shivering half from fear and half from excitement as she regarded my body carefully then to my horror, she picked up my discarded clothing and pulled open the small ventilation window before pushing my clothes through and onto the tracks.

\"Go and get your coat,\" she said as she calmly pressed the button opening the door. I could feel myself praying that the carriage was still empty and peeking out I breathed a sigh of relief as I realised the other passengers had already gone. My relief turned to horror as I saw the guard walking through the train checking it was empty. At the same time, I realised that as the carriage was still lit sufficiently that I would be on display if any of the passengers shuffling through the exit looked back.

I ran to my seat and grabbed my jacket and wrapped it around me just as the guard entered the carriage.

\"All\n change Miss,\" he said wearily and I realised that my small bag was \nstill in the overhead rack. I knew that as the jacket barely covered my \nass that when I reached up, I would be fully exposed. I looked at the \nguard in blind panic who returned my gaze curiously as he waited for me \nto get my bag.

Just at that moment, Debbie stuck her head around \nthe end of the carriage, \"Hurry up slow coach, I am getting cold and \nwill need to borrow your coat soon.\"

As soon as the guard turned \ntowards Debbie I quickly reached up and grabbed my bag before pushing \npast him to join Debbie who was trying not to laugh. Instead of the \nstairs, to my relief, Debbie led me to a lift tucked around the corner \nand as we stood there waiting, I let out a sigh of relief,

\"Phew that could have been embarrassing,\" I sighed but Debbie just laughed,

A\n shiver ran through me as she said calmly, \"I was debating getting you \nto blow that guard. Embarrassing yes but you were excited by it weren't \nyou?\"

She didn't wait for my reply but instead pushed me into the \nlift and as the doors closed, her hand dived under the short jacket come\n coat as she kicked my ankles sharply apart. Before I could protest, I \nfelt her drive two stiffened fingers into my pussy as she pressed her \nopen mouth against mine. She drove her fingers in and out at such speed \nthe lift filled with the sound of my juices squelching on her fingers.

The\n ride was short and as the lift juddered to a halt, she pulled her \nfingers out and held them to her lips. My legs felt like jelly as the \ndoors opened and I followed her out and through the station entrance, \ncrossing the road to the hotel aptly named the Station Hotel. The female\n receptionist looked at me and I am sure was about to tell me they were \nfull when Debbie said, \"Hello...\" and she made a show of checking her \nname tag by staring at her chest, \"...Sally I have already booked a \nroom,

Sally's demeanour changed and was all smiles. \"Do you have \nany luggage Ma'am or any special requests?\" the receptionist said shyly \nas she stared at Debbie.

\"No luggage, just my toys,\" Debbie \nlaughed patting the rucksack she had slung over her shoulder. \"Oh, and a\n room where my slut screaming in orgasm won't disturb the other guests \nwould be good.\"

I nearly fainted with shock and expected some form\n of reaction from the other woman but she simply smiled a smile that \ntold me she and Debbie knew each other very well.

\"We do have to \ncheck that new guests aren't carrying contraband,\" the receptionist said\n still smiling but with a lustful twinkle in her eye.

\"Of course,\" Debbie said with mock concern before she turned to me and said quietly, \"Open your jacket and show her.\"

I\n glanced around the foyer and could see that it was pretty empty \nalthough there were a few people near the entrance asking the night \nporter for directions to the taxi ranks. Turning my back to the door I \nslipped the zip down to reveal the top of my breasts. Hearing Debbie tut\n harshly I pulled it to my waist allowing my breasts to pop out on \ndisplay. As I went to slide the zip back up the receptionist let out a \nsmall sigh of disappointment. Before I could start the upward journey \nDebbie's hand gripped over mine and continued its downward path.

I\n stood there with my jacket flapping open as the receptionist studied my\n body appreciatively but as she reached out to touch me a sharp hiss \nfrom Debbie stayed the woman's hand as Debbie said softly, \"She is \nmine.\"

I felt the relief inside turn to fear as she went on, \"But \nif she is still here once I have finished with her then you may do with \nher as you wish. Feel free to bring any other employees who are \ninterested, male or female my slut will service them all.\"

We rode\n up in the lift in silence and I could feel the throbbing of my pulse \nnear my ear as my heart fluttered frantically. I was in a daze as I \nfollowed her along the long corridor until we reached the far end.

\"Our\n room for the night,\" she laughed and then almost as an afterthought \nwent on, her voice like honey \"Damn I nearly forgot, be a dear and get \nsome ice will you? It's in the machine by the stairwell.\"

Sighing I\n turned to trudge back along the corridor when her voice cut into my \nbrain, \"but leave me your coat and your bag.\" I stared at her for a \nmoment wondering if I had heard her correctly. \"The quicker you go the \nquicker you return,\" she said holding out her hand.

I heard the \ndoor close behind me and I started to walk briskly along the corridor \nrationalising to myself that it was late and no one would be about. I \nnearly wet myself as the lights on the lift started to move slowly \nupwards to the seventh and top floor we were on. I ran down the hallway,\n my feet like lightning until I reached the stairwell, then ducking \ninside I crouched down as I heard the voices of a couple outside. She \nsounded drunk and he was arguing that he wanted to smoke before bed then\n I heard the words that made my blood run cold,

\"I will just nip in the stairwell Jean, no one will notice.\"

That\n was it my brain was screaming, I was about to get caught, and the \nnewspaper headlines appeared in my head, \"Student slut found naked in a \nsordid hotel sex game.\"

\"Don't be an idiot Ted,\" the woman slurred, \"they will have smoke alarms, just hang out the window.\"

I heard mumbled voices and a door bang shut as I breathed a sigh of relief and a thousand thanks to the anonymous woman.

Realising\n I had nothing to carry the ice cubes I simply grabbed a cupped handful \nand flew along the corridor. The cubes were a melting mess of almost \nround balls as they had been left in the tray. As I ran, I started to \nworry that she would have wanted fresh cubes but the noise the machine \nwould have made stopped me. When I got to the end it dawned on me that I\n didn't know which of the two opposite rooms Debbie had gone into. I \ncould feel the ice dripping through my fingers as I debated which door \nand, in the end, knocked as best I could on the odd-numbered door.

Shivering\n with fear and cold I heard the door open behind me and Debbie's voice \nlaughing, \"bored with me already slut, searching for some cock, are \nyou?\"

I spun around to see Debbie standing in the opposite doorway\n looking at me with an amused look on her face. I could feel the ice \ncubes melting and went to step into the room when she held out her hand \nstopping me.

\"Put them in your cunt,\" she said with the same smile\n still on her face and it slowly dawned on me she meant the ice cubes. \nOpening my legs, I pushed the first one feeling the coldness shiver \nthrough me and then the wetness as it started to melt. The feeling was \nweird as I slowly started to push the second one in when her words cut \nthrough me like a knife.

\"If you don't hurry up, I will walk \nacross the corridor and bang on the door so loud the whole floor will \nwake up and see a slut stuffing ice cubes up herself.\"

I swear I \nnearly came at her words and began to shove them up quickly finding that\n my insides were numbing yet the outside of my pussy was tingling. As \nthe last one went in stepped forward and as they started to melt it felt\n like I was peeing myself as water trickled down my thighs. I could see \nthat facing the door was a large rubber phallus attached to the floor by\n a suction cup and in front of it, a brocade covered wing chair. Debbie \nwalked to the chair and undid the remaining buttons and shrugged off her\n dress to reveal her toned and tattooed body, naked apart from her \ndoctor martin boots.

\"We need to make sure the ice cubes are well inserted,\" Debbie laughed, \"So I have arranged for a handy insertion tool,\"

I\n looked at the dildo waving gently and took a big gulp to try to calm my\n nerves. Firstly, it was much larger than anything I had used before and\n certainly much bigger than Timmy. I went to push the door shut and \ncould feel the burn of the coldness deep inside me as I started to \nconsider how I would not lose any cubes when I straddled the dildo when I\n spotted the bucket on the table.

Debbie's eyes followed mine and \nshe laughed as she said, \"Oh dear, silly me did I forget that I had \nordered ice for the room, oh well never mind I am sure you enjoyed the \nwalk and you did please me.\"

My brain was spinning as I reflected \non the emotions rushing through me. I was mad that she had potentially \nhumiliated me yet at the same time I knew inside it was sexy as hell. I \nwas annoyed she had made me look silly but at the same time, I loved how\n she had teased me for my pleasure as much as her amusement. Then it \ndawned on me, that was what I wanted, it was to make her happy, to do as\n she wished, to be hers.

Her voice cut through my musings, \"Did I say to shut the door?\"

Leaving\n the door as it was it dawned on me that she meant for me to ride the \ndildo with the ice cubes in my cunt and the door wide open for any to \nsee what a slut I was. Looking at her she was sitting in the chair with \nher legs wide apart smiling at me as she studied my face knowing the \nthoughts running through my brain. I knew that she meant for me to lick \nher as I rode the dildo and I could feel the decision that would change \nmy life gnawing at my soul. Then the answer flashed in my brain like a \n40-foot neon light as I simply said, \"Yes Mistress.\"

I straddled \nthe dildo and lowered myself, gripping my pussy tightly until I felt the\n tip press against my lips staring into her bright eyes. Still clenching\n I increased the downward pressure until I had to release sufficiently \nto let the head slip in. The size was such that nothing would get past \nand as I sank onto the dildo, I could feel the coldness deeper inside me\n as I looked up at her, waiting for her next command. She took a small \ntube of toothpaste from the table and squeezed a generous amount onto \nher finger before leaning over and rubbing it over my clit. Her smile \nbecame wider as she looked into my confused face and she knew this was \nsomething I had never tried before.

At first, there was nothing \nand then the burning warmth started as the sensation generated from my \nclit like it was point zero of the start of a forest fire. She looked \ninto my eyes and picking up an ice cube from the bucket ran it over my \nnipple making it stand erect like a chapel hat peg. It was like a series\n of electric shocks were being applied to parts of my body yet the \nsensations were different.

\"Show me slut how happy you are, bring \nyourself as close as you can on the dildo,\" then she lowered her voice \nmaking me strain to catch her words, \"but if you cum without my \npermission I will kick you out in the corridor exactly as you are.\"

I\n rode the plastic cock trying to concentrate on not cumming, my eyes \nfixated on her pussy, something I had only seen in videos, well apart \nfrom my own but that was from a different angle or in a reflection. As \nmy body started to tense, I slowed my movements and all that kept \nrunning through my brain was the question of how she would taste. The \ncoldness in my belly had all but gone and I was sure that the puddle on \nthe floor was more than just water as my juices coated the shaft.

\"Do\n you want to taste me slut?\" Debbie's soft voice crooned. I nodded \neagerly straining forward to try to reach with my tongue. I was \nsurprised at my own eagerness as this was something I had never done \nbefore but I wanted to lick her more than anything else in the world.

\"Are\n you close slut?\" My brain and body were screaming at me to cum yet \ninside I knew I would disappoint her if I did so I just bit my bottom \nlip and nodded.

\"I will do you a deal, you may cum after I have \ncum.\" I knew instinctively what I needed to do and leaning forward I \npaused for a brief moment inhaling her scent before I licked as deeply \nas I could along her pink folds. I was rewarded with a deep sigh and \nstarted to lick with long strokes moving my head up and down her lips \nand teasing into her hood. I felt her clit start to emerge under my \ntongue and although I am no judge of size it seemed larger than most I \nhad seen, like an erect nipple. I was able to suck it between my lips \nand that sent Debbie wild as she squirmed in the chair.

\"Ah yes,\" \nshe moaned, \"bite it and use your fingers on me.\" Doing as I was told I \ngently took it between my teeth and squeezed a little then yelped as I \nfelt her hand slap my head, \"I said fucking bite it.\" Clamping down with\n my teeth I started to bite and Debbie gripped my hair tightly as she \nurged me on. I pushed a finger inside her but she was so wet I switched \nto two and even then, I could have used more.

Then I felt her \npussy grip my fingers tightly as her fingers wound into my hair before \nshe arched off the chair moaning and thrashing. I finger fucked her as \nhard as I could feeling her juices coating my digits and pouring down my\n hand. She didn't seem to care about the noise and I am sure that half \nthe floor must have heard her cum. Her release triggered my own and \nsomething deep in my brain told me that I had her permission and before \nshe had stopped cumming I started to orgasm hard on the dildo deep \ninside me.

The pair of us were panting deeply like two runners who\n had finished a long fast race when she leant forward, took my face \nbetween her hands and kissed me deeply before licking my lips and face \nto clean her juices from me. Standing she held out her hand and helped \nme lift up off the dildo that glistened with my juices as it sat there \nwobbling.

\"It needs cleaning,\" she said almost kindly and I knelt \non all fours looking at the open door as I sucked the dildo like it was a\n real cock. As I started to lick my own juices that coated it I didn't \ncare at that moment if someone saw me as long as it pleased her. I heard\n her words of encouragement and that she was pleased with her slut and \nthat turned me on even more. Suddenly I was nearly choked as I found \nmyself forced forward from the savage thrust of what felt like a cock \ninto my pussy. I realised that she must have got into a strap-on harness\n and was now using it on me, pushing my mouth over the phallus attached \nto the floor. I braced against her savage thrusts that went deep inside \nmy already open pussy, her nails digging into my hips as she fucked me \nhard. At the same time, I could feel the application of something cold \nto my virgin ass and her fingers probing insistently as she penetrated \nthat previously untouched hole. She must have heard my muffled protest \nand stopping her thrusting she pulled me off the plastic cock by my \nhair.

\"Did you say something slut?\"

\"No mistress,\" I gulped.

\"Do\n you want me to fuck your ass?\" she said twisting her finger deeper and \nthen added, \"oh my you are tight, are you an anal virgin?\"

\"Yes,\" I groaned then added, \"yes to both.\"

\"Then\n pull your cheeks wide and invite me in,\" she said as she inserted a \nsecond finger into my ass. I reached behind and pulled my cheeks apart \nin invitation but a sharp slap made me yelp as she said, \"Tell me what \nyou want and then return to your task of cleaning the toy.\"

\"Please\n fuck my slutty ass mistress,\" I groaned and returned to sucking the \ndildo attached to the floor. It was at this moment that I realised that \nthings could get tricky. With my hands holding my cheeks apart there was\n no way I could brace against a violent invasion and would be forced \nonto the plastic cock. I felt her remove her fingers and knew that she \nwould care for me as the head pressed against my anal ring. To my relief\n instead of her thrusting forward, she gently pulled me onto the \nstrap-on letting my body adjust to each inch until she was fully \nembedded inside me. With her hands reaching under me around my breasts \nshe supported my weight but at the same time squeezed my nipples as she \nfucked me to yet another orgasm.

When she pulled it out my ass \nfelt open and empty, then her strong arms lifted me from the floor and \nonto the bed. As I lay there on my back, I heard the door close and her \nhands gently part my thighs opening me up to be totally vulnerable to \nher.

\"Now I have fucked you I will make love to you,\" she murmured\n and with that started to lick every inch of my body. Her tongue probed \ninto every fold and crease of my skin, like a snake exploring its \nhabitat and by the time she reached my nipples I was on fire. Her teeth \nseemed to graze over them sending electric shocks through me and then \nher tongue traced down my body until I could feel her hot breath on my \npussy. I was squealing, moaning, whimpering, I had no idea what planet I\n was even on nor did I care. When eventually her tongue teased my clit, I\n just started cumming, an orgasm that instead of peaking and then \ncrashing like a tidal wave kept growing like the rolls of thunder of a \nstorm getting closer. Each peak was bigger and more intense than the one\n before. Her tongue on my sensitive pussy lips was like being touched \nwith liquid fire and when she probed my open ass I nearly exploded.

I\n felt like a small boat being tossed around the oceans by a typhoon, she\n touched me in places I had never been touched. Eventually, it was too \nmuch to bear and like a ship that crashes on the rocks I fell into a \nsemi-comatose sleep in her arms, more sated and satisfied than I had \never been before.

*****

It was still early the next morning \nwith just a few rays of light poking through the curtains when I woke up\n and found the bed empty. Debbie was sitting fully clothed in a chair by\n the window regarding me with amused interest as she sipped a hot drink.

\"So, you finally wake.\"

Looking\n at her I felt my heart warm and my aching pussy start to get wet just \nfrom her gaze. My excitement increased as she swung a leg over the arm \nof the chair giving me a clear view of her naked pussy. As I watched in \nsilence, she started to tease her clit making it start to swell and poke\n out from her folds and I could almost taste her. The memory of the \nsounds she made when I chewed on it last night flooded into my brain \nincreasing my excitement.

\"Your cunt is wet, isn't it?\" she said quietly and I simply nodded in reply. \"Show me you want me,\" she whispered.

I\n just rolled onto my back and placed the soles of my feet apart on the \nbed in a wanton display knowing she would be able to see directly into \nmy wetness. Holding my pussy lips apart with one hand to reveal the pink\n folds I started to dip a finger in and out.

\"We said we would walk away in the morning,\" she said.

I ignored her words as I started to finger fuck myself deeply moving from one to two fingers, pushing them deep into myself.

\"No strings attached,\" she said, her voice getting hoarser.

Looking up I could see that she was teasing her clit as she watched me on the bed.

\"But you want more don't you?\"

I\n thrust a third finger in, tweaking my own clit mesmerised by her \nsoothing words the only thing running through my brain was to show her \nhow much I wanted to be hers.

\"You want to throw away your degree,\n your husband to be, your respectability, your old life, all just to \nbecome a slut for me. Would you burden me with the responsibility of \nchanging your life, of owning you? Did you ever think maybe I want to be\n owned?\"

I was driving 3 fingers in deep as hard and as fast I \ncould, my pussy squelching as my juices bubbled around my fingers. I \ntried to concentrate on her words but my brain wouldn't function as \nevery nerve ending was focused between my legs. With my other hand, I \nwas tweaking and pinching my clit that slipped between my fingers, then \nas my orgasm broke like a dam, I arched up from the bed screaming \n\"Debbieeeeeeee.\"

When the fog of orgasmic bliss had cleared, I \nopened my eyes and saw that the chair was empty and a note propped \nagainst the coffee cup that still steamed gently, her lipstick on the \nrim. Opening the paper, I read the words that simply said \"You would be \nfoolish to Take @ Chance.\"

Folding it back up I didn't know \nwhether to cry or laugh or scream in frustration. My phone beeped at me \nand looking down I saw the Take @ Chance app had a message for me. \nOpening it up I saw it was a friend request with a \"follow me\" flashing \nshowing her location. I paused for a moment considering my options then \nsmiled as I made my decision about where my life was going.

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