Simone Revealed

I felt her tongue push into me into suddenly and then retreat. I moaned pitifully. She laughed again softly, almost like she was purring. She turned the vibration off from the nipple clamps but did not remove them. "Have you ever had a totally mental orgasm?" She inquired near my ear.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered.

"I mean has anyone ever just talked to you and you came? Have you ever been stimulated through descriptive words alone?"

"Not including you? No. It's indescribable." I confessed.

"I haven't had the pleasure of witnessing that. Do you remember the feeling of my lips on your body? Kissing your breasts, sucking your nipple in, tongue slipping over and around it?"

I could not only remember it, her words coaxed the sensation into my body. "Yes." I breathed.

"Do you feel my hands on your body? Feel my fingers running over your sides, your thighs, your ass? Feel me licking down your stomach." She had switched smoothly from asking questions to giving instructions and my brain followed them to the letter. When she said feel it, I did. I moaned; my walls spasmed and my clit throbbed because they knew what came next. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you tonight?"

"No." I replied.

"That's half the fun. Not knowing. I'm tossing around ideas but I do know your pussy is calling my tongue. My mouth waters every time I look down and see how juicy and plump she is. I need to push my tongue inside you so I can feel your walls sucking on it when you cum."

My body obeyed the subtle message. The orgasm was stunning. I tensed against the cuffs I wore on my wrists and ankles. She hadn't touched me yet every nerve in my body was sizzling as though she had. I felt the bed shift as she stood. She made no sounds and I wondered if she had left the room. Then the vibration returned to my nipples and I knew she hadn't. She thrust two fingers into me up the knuckles at the same moment her tongue ran over my clit. The shock of sensation after her departure had me calling out the Lord's name.

She knew exactly how to give it to me; exactly how to own my entire being. It was one of the most amazing things about being with her. No other lover had ever been able to provide my body every single thing it needed and wanted without coaching from me and without a significant amount of time to learn my body. Right from the beginning Alex had maneuvered like she'd been given the answers to the test ahead of time. She read my body like an extra large print book and when I came my walls locked around her fingers, holding them deep inside. Her tongue danced over my clit and the second wave of my peak gave her plenty of juices to catch.

As with our weekend sessions our appetite was not quickly sated. She put me in positions I hadn't even considered possible. Each climax was another brick removed from my rapidly dwindling wall of inhibition. She used every toy on her table and even went for more at some point. The first deliciously painful pleasure of her entering my ass made me weep. She had me on my hands and knees, unbound by tethers but just as unable to move without her permission. She started with a finger, then two, then a long slim dildo. She filled both holes up and I lost track of my orgasms. They bled together until I could no longer distinguish between them. Her repeat performance was the one that sealed my status as addicted to her fuck. What she had done to me was not a fluke. She truly was as captivating as I remembered and more than even my imagination had been able to conceive of.

After we'd worn each other out, Alex made me a chef salad for a late supper. We ate in bed and talked. "What made you move here from Chicago?" I asked curious about her.

"A few things really. I started with the company about thirteen years ago. After the acquisition of Speed, I became the go to girl for hardware issues. It was cheaper to send me to various locations when there were problems with the system, than it was to hire an outside technician. When we took on the Cali location, I came to oversee all the system installations. I loved it out here; the weather, the women, the entire vibe of the west coast. I continued to travel frequently spending no more than six weeks home before heading to one of the remote sites for analysis." She told me. I listened fascinated. Alex was generally a woman of few words. She was riveting to listen to."Two years ago I came here and spotted you. I felt like a teenager afraid the object of their desire would notice them, yet, at the same time, hoping they would. You stole my breath. I did some probing to find out about you. They told me you had come on a few months before and seemed to know your shit. Some figured you for an ass kissing stoolie -- it was the only way you could be getting so much recognition so quickly in their minds; others thought you a do girl wonder woman. Most didn't really know one way or another.

"I remained intrigued even after returning to Chicago. Months went by, I came here a few times, stole looks at you when I could, picked up new tidbits of info about you. When the purchasing position became available I applied for it. Big cheese wanted to know why I wanted to 'step down' from my current position. I told them I wanted to relocate to California. They said I could just as easily do my job from the national headquarters as I could from the Chicago site. And so here I am. I won all around." She said with a smile, placing her hand on my thigh and squeezing briefly before returning to her food.

I couldn't believe it. Certainly I had seen Alex from time to time when she came for routine system checks and hardware upgrades but she was usually only in the office one day and spent most of that time holed up in the IT department. I'd never previously even been introduced to her before she moved permanently to California. I was floored, staggered, speechless. She'd been very matter-of-fact about it. Alex remained silent but not as though she was waiting for a reply. She'd said all she'd had to on the subject. I didn't know what to say so I followed her lead and remained quiet.

We slept like rocks. I woke first and made my way to the bathroom. I relieved myself and moved to wash my hands but froze when I caught my own reflection in the mirror. I've always considered myself moderately attractive. What I saw made me gasp. I was practically glowing. The woman staring back through the looking glass was only somewhat recognizable as me. I'd never have imagined I might see myself looking like the vixen I studied just then. Not only was my skin flawless and radiant, my hair was sexily tousled, eyes heavy lidded and seductive. They held a brightness I'd never seen in them, a carnal knowledge and a sexual confidence. My lips were full and flushed and looked as though they were made to have something thick between them.

I stared at my visage for long minutes trying to make sense of the change. I hadn't woken up to find surgery had been performed on me or anything as drastic as that. But the difference was noticeable. After several minutes I was able to pull my gaze away from my face. Travelling down as much of my body as I was able to see in the mirror I noted the effects weren't just above my neck. My breasts looked fuller yet perkier, nipples still hard and sensitive. Through fortunate genetics I have a small waist and flat stomach. I'd never had definition though because I wasn't interested in putting forth the effort with both diet and exercise necessary to establish a six-pack. The outline of the muscles in my stomach could be seen and pressing my fingertips to them I could feel them just below the surface. My pussy was thick, still wet, my clit calmer but not fully shielded.

Alex was there when I opened the door. One look into her eyes and every part of me was at attention instantly. "Turn around and bend over." she said. I complied without thinking. She spread the cheeks of my ass and licked me from asshole to clit and back up again. I came within that one rotation. She ate my ass. It sounds so wrong and so nasty but it felt so good. She pushed me to the brink of orgasm then stood behind me and pushed a fat dick into me. I'd discovered she had quite a collection as she'd changed them up several times throughout the night.

Now she wore something not as long as some she had introduced me to, but thicker than any of the others. Alex gripped a fistful of my hair with her left hand forcing my head back. I was left staring at myself in the mirror and behind me, Alex, guiding the dick with her right hand yet watching me look at it all. She filled me up, then began fucking me. She coated her fingers with my juices then pushed two into my ass. I could feel those long digits pressing against the veiny shaft, stroking over the bulbous head.

Alex kept her hold on my hair, forced me to watch my own face. The pleasure was overwhelming. I spoke to her, told her how good it felt. "Ooh yes baby, yes. Give it to me, take this pussy. Beat this bitch in you fucker!" I cried out taunting her. Our eyes met in the mirror and I smirked at her as though to say, 'What are you going to do about it?' Alex had an answer for me. It turned the heat up even more to see in my own eyes how I enjoyed pushing her buttons, feeling her energy building as I pissed her off a little. In response she doubled the force of her thrusts.

She wiped the smirk off my face. I got to witness my climax rise up in my eyes, able to focus on nothing but my face in that wall of glass. I was the same, yet changed. "Oooooh shit, ooooh fuck baby. Oh my God, ooh fuck you. Fuck you." I moaned. "Fuck you mothafucka!" I screamed.

"What's that? Fuck me? Fuck me?" She barked driving into me at a ruthless pace. Her piece slid in and out in long powerful thrusts.

"Oh my God! Daddy I'm fucking busting all over your dick." I cried out unable to hold it off any longer. Alex came against me. I didn't know she could get off that way. From what I could tell it wasn't a vibrating strap. Her orgasm added a thick layer of supreme satisfaction to my own pleasure. "Damn that was good." She said as she withdrew.

"Hell yeah." I uttered.

We showered together which lead to two washings and some incredible sex against the water warmed tiles between them. By eight she was dressing me in the clothes she'd bought. Real stockings secured by garters encased my legs up to mid-thigh. A knee-length black skirt with two four inch slits in the sides hugged my hips and ass; a crimson colored blouse over a black brassiere showcased my breasts. There was a black suit jacket that went with the skirt and three inch heels for me to step into.

Every item fit me as though I had shopped for them myself. Certainly, I'd have never picked out the garters or stockings. The skirt was tighter than I'd have gone for, the heels taller than I'd have chosen. Still, I felt undeniably sexy in the out-fit. I enjoyed the attention I got that day. I tolerated the drooling men and noted several women I'd never have suspected as being interested in women, looking my way. Alex kept her distance again and I found I was more productive than I had been previously. I could still become distracted if I didn't maintain some space during working hours but I was no longer anxious and on edge so I could maintain my composure when we did have to interact during the course of the day.