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“Good girl”, Mistress whispered into pamela’s ear, “now raise your hips and work my fingers into your cute little pussy like a good girl”. pamela could only moan in response, her head was swimming, her brain a blur, and her ability to think straight and respond rationally, were long gone.
pamela had been looking for a change. Things between her and her boyfriend had grown stale lately and so she came up with the idea of a long weekend getaway to a resort and spa she had hear of. It wasn’t cheap but if it helped put the spark back into her love life then it would be worth it.
The problem was that her boyfriend was too distracted by the other things to do at the resort to pay her any attention. Golf (which pamela hated), and skeet shooting (she hated guns even more) got his attention while all of her suggestions of horseback riding, hiking, or a couple’s massage, all were brushed aside. Out of frustration, she decided to attend a yoga class while he was off for another round of golf.
Most of the people in the class were couples except for pamela and one other woman. When the instructor had everyone pair off for assisted stretching, pamela naturally ended up with her. Over the next hour, pamela found herself opening up to the other woman who was so insightful and such a good listener. After the class, the woman suggested they shower and then get a drink. Without even thinking about it, pamela agreed and soon they were sitting at the bar.
After the first drink pamela began to open up even more about her frustrations with her absent boyfriend. The woman listened nodded and let pamela vent. She really was such a good listener, so when she did offer suggestions, they made perfect sense and pamela found herself agreeing to them all. Even when the woman stated that she would help pamela dress sexier to get some attention, pamela agreed without thinking about it.
The woman began walking pamela back to pamela’s room, telling her they were going to pick out one of her sexier outfits and see what could be done. They retrieved a couple of dresses that pamela had packed but hadn’t worn yet and went to the woman’s room to try them on so the missing boyfriend wouldn’t spoil things.
Back in the woman’s room, the woman took control, telling pamela to undress so she could see what she had to work with. The two glasses of liquid courage pamela had at the bar lowered her inhibitions and pamela was soon standing before the woman in just her tank top and panties. When the woman told her to turn, pamela did, which earned her a ‘good girl’. And when the woman told her to stop and put her hands on the wall, pamela did that as well.
Walking up behind pamela, the woman complimented her figure, telling her what a sexy girl she was and how her panties really showed off her cute ass well. At the word “ass” pamela hung her head a bit and felt herself blushing, both embarrassed but excited by the word. Suddenly she felt the woman cupping her ass and pamela gasped. “Good girl” the woman said again and squeezed pamela’s ass again eliciting a fresh gasp. “Ah you like that don’t you, pammie” the woman said, and pamela could only nod her head in response. “Yes I thought so”, the woman continued, “does little pammie like it from behind like a good girl?”
When pamela didn’t respond immediately, the woman tugged her panties down to the tops of her thighs now cupping pamela’s bare behind and asked again. This time pamela found the ability to nod.
“Good girl” the woman said before guiding pammie to her bed and pushing her face first onto the white sheets” Each step, pamela… now pammie, began doing exactly as she was told and soon her hips were moving up and down onto the woman’s… now Mistress’ fingers. And as her first of many orgasms approached, pammie realized that she had in fact found the change that she needed, even if it wasn’t the one that she thought she wanted.
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“Good girl”, Mistress whispered into pamela’s ear, “now raise your hips and work my fingers into your cute little pussy like a good girl”. pamela could only moan in response, her head was swimming, her brain a blur, and her ability to think straight and respond rationally, were long gone.
pamela had been looking for a change. Things between her and her boyfriend had grown stale lately and so she came up with the idea of a long weekend getaway to a resort and spa she had hear of. It wasn’t cheap but if it helped put the spark back into her love life then it would be worth it.
The problem was that her boyfriend was too distracted by the other things to do at the resort to pay her any attention. Golf (which pamela hated), and skeet shooting (she hated guns even more) got his attention while all of her suggestions of horseback riding, hiking, or a couple’s massage, all were brushed aside. Out of frustration, she decided to attend a yoga class while he was off for another round of golf.
Most of the people in the class were couples except for pamela and one other woman. When the instructor had everyone pair off for assisted stretching, pamela naturally ended up with her. Over the next hour, pamela found herself opening up to the other woman who was so insightful and such a good listener. After the class, the woman suggested they shower and then get a drink. Without even thinking about it, pamela agreed and soon they were sitting at the bar.
After the first drink pamela began to open up even more about her frustrations with her absent boyfriend. The woman listened nodded and let pamela vent. She really was such a good listener, so when she did offer suggestions, they made perfect sense and pamela found herself agreeing to them all. Even when the woman stated that she would help pamela dress sexier to get some attention, pamela agreed without thinking about it.
The woman began walking pamela back to pamela’s room, telling her they were going to pick out one of her sexier outfits and see what could be done. They retrieved a couple of dresses that pamela had packed but hadn’t worn yet and went to the woman’s room to try them on so the missing boyfriend wouldn’t spoil things.
Back in the woman’s room, the woman took control, telling pamela to undress so she could see what she had to work with. The two glasses of liquid courage pamela had at the bar lowered her inhibitions and pamela was soon standing before the woman in just her tank top and panties. When the woman told her to turn, pamela did, which earned her a ‘good girl’. And when the woman told her to stop and put her hands on the wall, pamela did that as well.
Walking up behind pamela, the woman complimented her figure, telling her what a sexy girl she was and how her panties really showed off her cute ass well. At the word “ass” pamela hung her head a bit and felt herself blushing, both embarrassed but excited by the word. Suddenly she felt the woman cupping her ass and pamela gasped. “Good girl” the woman said again and squeezed pamela’s ass again eliciting a fresh gasp. “Ah you like that don’t you, pammie” the woman said, and pamela could only nod her head in response. “Yes I thought so”, the woman continued, “does little pammie like it from behind like a good girl?”
When pamela didn’t respond immediately, the woman tugged her panties down to the tops of her thighs now cupping pamela’s bare behind and asked again. This time pamela found the ability to nod.
“Good girl” the woman said before guiding pammie to her bed and pushing her face first onto the white sheets” Each step, pamela… now pammie, began doing exactly as she was told and soon her hips were moving up and down onto the woman’s… now Mistress’ fingers. And as her first of many orgasms approached, pammie realized that she had in fact found the change that she needed, even if it wasn’t the one that she thought she wanted.