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After our second week together, I was now a firm believer in the pleasures to be had with another woman. I used to think my ex husband was awesome at giving pleasure, particularly in the first years of our marriage. Now*I had been seduced by another woman, and one who was as enthusiastic as I was for sex. She was a very conservative lady in her public life, who*enjoyed getting ?down and dirty? in private. I realised she also enjoyed being a little kinky as well, which no doubt had a lot to do with my liking her. I'd noticed how she liked to make decisions, deciding when we went out where we were going etc. I liked that as that was how it was with my husband, and I think it added to my pleasure when I was never sure of the outcome. All my life I?d been used to being told what to do, even growing up I?d been dictated to by my family. I got married at a young age to a man who loved to dominate, who also had a high sex drive. It was a natural fit for me, once he popped my cherry I grew to love his controlling. I don?t really know the definition of a slut, but if it?s a woman who loves sex in all its forms, then that?s me. Now I?d met woman who had seduced me, and one I?d grown attracted to. I think right from the beginning I?d sensed the inner strength in her, in all my fantasies I?d never thought I?d love a lesbian. She had obviously spotted the darker side of me from our early conversations, and showered me with her love. The only problem I had with that was with my*colleagues at work. They saw the change in me, and*how much happier*I was. They were making comments and asking*questions that were hard to answer, like, *quot;Who?s the lucky guy,*quot;*and *quot;Where did you go last night?*quot; So far I had managed to field the teasing, and busied myself in my work. I realised I was lucky to meet Renee, she had shown me the pleasures to be had with a woman. She had been rather bossy with me, but as I said I liked that. She was just like my husband in a way, taking control and making our decisions. I did wonder about the number of women who referred to her as 'Madame Renee,'*but put that down to just being the French way. I was excited to hear from her when she phoned on Monday morning, telling me how she kept thinking of me. All day Tuesday I kept hoping she would call again, but I didn?t hear from her again till the Wednesday afternoon. This time when she called we talked for some time, she made some lewd suggestions about our time together. I found it to be erotic, she sounded so sexy on the phone. I worried that others might get curious as to whom I was talking to, and for so long,*but so far nobody had said anything. Before we hung up Renee asked, *quot;What time will you*be leaving work today?*quot; *quot;4:30 as usual,*quot; I replied, *quot;Why?*quot; *quot;Good,*drop by my office after you leave, you should make it here before 5 PM.*quot; She gave me the address and it was just about 3 blocks away,*so timing would not be a problem. I left right on time, although*I knew*I had lots of time to get there. Still I hurried along the*sidewalk, just to be sure I'd be on time. I arrived about ten to five and*entered her offices, and there was this most beautiful lady receptionist*I had ever seen. I approached the desk and she didn't look up at me, for a few minutes I was kept waiting and finally she graced me by looking up at me. *quot;Yes,*quot; she*said. *quot;I'm Marion,*quot;*I said rather importantly, *quot;Renee's expecting me.*quot; She looked me up and down then answered,**quot;You mean 'Madame' Renee?*quot; I must have blushed she made me feel so small with her stare, and then pointing with her pen behind me said, *quot;Sit there.*quot; She went back to whatever she was doing, and feeling a little humiliated I did as she said. While I was waiting the receptionist got up to go to a filing cabinet, and I couldn't help but admire her beauty. She was to be crude about it, 'drop dead gorgeous,' of Italian or Spanish descent with jet black hair to her shoulder blades. She was tall, about 5'7*quot; I guessed in Kartal Escort her high heels. She was wearing a cream*colored suit that fitted her perfectly. A*white starched blouse that looked like she had just put it on, decorated with a double string of pearls and matching ear rings. Her complexion was flawless, and*her movements so graceful, where did Renee find her*I wondered? After about*ten or fifteen minutes another door opened, and a group of people came out. Renee was thanking them and shaking their hands, and the receptionist got up and came round to get their coats from the cloakroom. Lots of pleasantries were expressed and the clients left. Renee looked at the receptionist and*said, *quot;Sorry about that, you know what a pain they can be.*quot; They chatted for a few minutes, and then the receptionist got her coat, and saying goodnight left. Once she was gone Renee turned and smiled at me, and led me into her office. It was quite large and plush, decorated tastefully with pictures and of course her credentials in frames on the walls. There was a sofa against one wall, a credenza behind her desk and a couple of chairs in front of it. We were standing by her desk and she unbuttoned my coat, and pushed it off my shoulders she threw it on one of the chairs. Now she placed her hands just above my elbows, and ran her hands up and down my arms smiling at me. ?Good seeing you again,? she whispered, gripping my arms and pulling me towards her. Kissing me full on my lips whispered, ?I?ve missed you.? Hugging me to her she kissed me again, pressing her torso against mine, ?Did you miss me?? ?Oh yes,? I replied in all honesty, pleased and encouraged by her admission. I was excited by her enthusiasm, and returned her kisses quite willingly. Our kisses got longer and longer, our tongues probing deep into each other?s mouths. I was pleased and glad she liked me as much as she did. We broke off and she looked into my eyes, smiling she continued to run her hands over me. I could sense her urgency, and it was exciting me too. I was slowly moving backwards till my arse hit her desk and I could go no further. Now pressing a knee between my legs, she pried them apart. During this activity she kept whispering in a hoarse voice, *quot;I want to*tell you how happy I am I found you. You're*intelligent, professional and courteous, yet have no inhibitions about enjoying your erotic senses. I like that, and I want you to meet some more of my friends. We present one face in public, yet in the company of like minded friends we can be ourselves.*quot; I loved what I was hearing, it was like she was opening the door to another world. ?You want it too?? she went on. *quot;Oh yes,*quot; was all I could get out between her kisses, her hands now rubbing all over my bum. I was getting wet by now, my body responding with my own need. My arms were around her back and I was pulling her into me as well. ?You really want me?? she went on. ?Oh yes,? I replied, kissing her back as hard as she kissed me. ?You sure you don?t want me to stop?? she continued. ?Oh no please,? I pleaded holding onto her. ?I love you.? As she kept whispering these things to me, her hands were caressing my bum. Slowly she began pulling my skirt up, her hands reached underneath to caress my thighs. Her touch on my thighs, were sending shivers of delight through my body. She took her sweet time as she did this, now also kissing and nibbling on my ear and neck. Low moans were escaping me, I opened my legs to accommodate her searching fingers. ?Please? I whispered, my body was so alive by this time. She pretended she didn?t understand, ?What do you want me to do?? she asked I gripped her tight, ?Please rub my pussy.? I felt her breath in my ear as she whispered, ?Sit up on my desk.? I needed no further urging, and once I was seated there parted my legs. Now as she resumed holding and French kissing me, her hand found my crotch. My pussy was tingling Kartal Escort Bayan as her rubs felt delicious, as she caressed me through my panties. I was clutching her and moaning from the pleasure, she slid a finger up and down my slit, pressing the material into the crevice. I had a magnificent orgasm, calling out as it took over my body. My body twitched from the magnitude of it, ?Oooh? was all I could say, and I held on to her till the feeling subsided. Now she took hold of my legs lifting them up and said, ?Lie back.? Now she pulled my panties down, taking them off me altogether. She put a hand inside them and held the crotch to her nose. ?Ah that?s the most beautiful aroma? she said, pressing the crotch of them against her lips. Now she rubbed the crotch of them over my face, poking it between my lips. Automatically I opened them as she pressed my wet panties into my mouth, I tasted my own juices and sucked on them. ?Ah that?s it my girl? she said, ?You like that don?t you? You?re a real dirty bitch aren?t you?? I didn?t answer right away as my mouth was full. ?Aren?t you,? she repeated. At this I mumbled, ?Yes,? through the material in my mouth. I knew Renee was doing this deliberately, to provoke some reaction from me. I?m sure from watching me and seeing the reaction on my face, she loved it. By now she was in a high state of arousal herself, in fact I marvelled at how she could control her feelings. Now she had me get off her desk, and moving round to sit on her chair told me to kneel in front of her. Once I did she parted her legs and lifted her heels up onto the desk. She had on thigh highs but no panties, for some reason I wasn?t expecting this. Of course I knew what she wanted, and I was only too glad to be able to please her. Her pussy was wet as expected, she took hold of me by my hair pulling my face into it. I was so happy to please her this way, her labia?s were so rubbery, and her clit like a little teat. I licked and sucked her hard, she held my face in her crotch, moving her arse to the pleasures of my tongue. When she had her orgasm, she clamped my head between her thighs. Holding me like that for a few minutes, and I waited till she told me to get up. Now she placed her hand on my face, telling me I was a ?good girl.? ?You do what you?re told and I like that.? By now it was almost six o'clock, *quot;Have you eaten*quot; she asked?*quot; I was starved and admitted it, *quot;Good, she said, *quot;Let?s go for a*snack and a*drink before we*call it a night.*quot; Before we parted she reminded me about the upcoming Friday night, and expected to meet me at the bar where we first met. On the Friday I went there straight from work, so I arrived before five PM. I sat at the piano listening to the entertainment, and nursing my drink. It was a nice friendly atmosphere. I chatted with a couple of ladies I?d met before, while I waited for Renee. As it was T.G.I.F., there was the usual crowd, very platonic and professional. I was amused to wonder what they would have thought, if they knew I was now a lesbian. Renee finally arrived later than I expected, around seven or so, and joined me at the piano where I was sitting. She was pleased to see me, and ordered drinks. We spent another couple of hours there, chatting and enjoying, just ?hanging out? as the saying goes. Renee suggested we dine there, and inviting another couple to join us, we moved into the dining room. It must have been close to ten PM when we finally left. Once outside as she called a cab, and gave the driver the name of the lesbian bar she had taken me to before. Once we got there the owner, the large tattooed lady I?d been introduced to before, smiled and gave me a big bear hug as she kissed me. I wasn?t expecting this, as she pressed me into her big generous boobs. Then kissed Renee, and we found a table and sat down. Lots of ladies I?d met before paid their respects to ?Madame Renee,? and after acknowledged Escort Kartal me in the process. Again there was a lively crowd, lesbian porno movies playing on the TV that nobody seemed to pay attention too. It seemed to be on to just add to the atmosphere. Around midnight Renee and I finally left there, we walked a couple of blocks to a strip club that advertised Chippendale dancers. The place was packed with women, and it was hard to hear anything from the noise of the place. The dancers were all male and gorgeous hunks at that. They did their strip routine to cat calls, most of which were rather lewd. As I said I'd been in strip clubs for men with my ex husband, but this was totally different. The women were obviously enjoying themselves, getting into the spirit of things.*The dancers stripped got down to their*?G? strings, or whatever they called the pouches that housed their cock and balls. During their final dance each dancer danced near the edge of the stage, and women went*up and stuffed two and on occasion, five dollar bills in their 'G' strings. I was thrilled and excited by the performance,*the dancers obviously had taken something to prevent getting a hard-on. Some of the women were unabashedly standing up, and offering themselves*to the dancers. There was no mistaking what they wanted, and I was*caught up in the*atmosphere of sex along with the others. I got so wet and horny,*I could have quite happily have copulated with any of the dancer?s right there. And I wouldn't have been alone, quite a few of the women were openly drooling. We left around two in the morning, I was quite tipsy by then, and would have*been quite happy to stay longer. Renee decided it was time to leave, and we got our coats and went out and found a taxi. In the car on the way to her apartment, she quizzed me on which dancers I liked. Talking about it only made me even hornier, and it obviously made her horny too. Once inside her apartment she couldn?t wait, and within minutes had us both out of our dresses. She pushed me down onto the floor and straddled my face, the crotch of her knickers was soaked with her pussy juice. She pressed it into my face, as I felt her press hers into my pussy. Ripping my panties off she really did a number on me, and it only took a few minutes for us each to enjoy a climax with each other. Once we rested she said, ?You like cock don?t you?? and before I could answer her she went on, ?Come on? and pulled me up and led me to her bed. She pushed me down rather roughly, then went to a drawer and took out her strap-on. I saw the crazed look on her face as she strapped it on. ?I?m going to fuck you good, you cock hungry bitch,? she said. ?I saw how you looked at those dancers.? She was almost shouting at me, and I didn?t know what to say or do. Once she approached me, I just lifted my legs and waited for her to have her way with me. She was rough as she rammed the dong into my pussy, fortunately I was good and wet and ready for it. As she did this she grabbed my hair, pulling on it as she began pounding me with it. ?You?re mine now you bitch, I?ll decide when and where you?re to be fucked.? Ramming that silicone cock in and out of me felt good, I did love the feel of it inside me. I let my pussy muscles grip it tight, wishing it was the*real thing. I was soon wailing as the orgasms poured out of me, but she didn?t stop. It was like she was a crazed bitch as she fucked me. Finally she stopped her thrusts, still holding onto my hair. She forced my head down, to give her a blow job. Intimidated by her actions, I did as I was told. Eagerly sucking my own juices off it, till I was told to remove it. Now I started to suck her soaking wet pussy, she was contented as I lapped at her juices. Finally she pulled me to her, wrapped her arms and legs around me and hugged me tight. I truly loved feeling her body against me like that. The next day being Saturday, neither of us had to work. We spent a leisurely morning together, and then she decided we should go out to lunch. I wanted to go home to change, but Renee said it wasn?t necessary as I looked fine. There was no arguing with her, so off we went. We went back down to what was referred to as the ?village,? where the gay crowd liked to gather.