Over the years, I 've met up with Martina respective times, but for the most function we 've been chatting online. I enjoyed our `` sessions '' more and more, we shared some of our innermost enigma desires and discovered new ace together as we had some of the most reprobate and quirky commutation possible. I love her, in a way that 's firmly to describe and new to me, but feels `` powerful '' for the kind of relationship we have.

Because of our dissimilar spirit and her wedding it was hard at times to hold open up that kinship, but we always found a way, and it was ever the more sweetness to see her again after a prolonged absence. And when, on one occasion, we finally had an opportunity to be together for several 24-hour interval, we were both excited to no end.

Her husband had wanted to go on a little trip with some of his co-workers and in return, Martina wanted to go on a stumble herself with her `` supporter '', so for one week a few years ago we began a holiday while she left her kids and man behind, along with everything else about her cautious lifestyle.

We took a train to the Dixieland, the beach, the sun and a sweet slight hotel that we both had chosen. I was nervous and excited when I boarded the train, looking for her inside. I found her in a small compartment where we had reserved our buns. She looked corking, wearing a light green garb, for a modification, with an incredibly low cut neckline that showed a lot of her ample cleavage. She smiled at me behind her large dark glasses and kissed me as I stumbled in, helping me limp my baggage up.

'' God, you look grand, '' she said, eyeing me up and down. I had just pulled my red curls back and wore nothing Sir Thomas More than a loose, striped red-and-white dress and some Andrew D. White sandals.

I smiled back at her. `` Mmmh, you know how I am, I want to look like the woman I would want to fuck. ''

She laughed. `` You certainly look like the woman I 'd like to fuck. '' I kissed her again and sat down opposite of her, by the window.

Aside from us, the power train seemed to be fairly empty. We had the compartment to ourselves and the balance of the car was only sparsely seated from what I saw coming in. `` So, '' she said, playing with her yearn dreary hairsbreadth as she stared at me. `` What 's our design, my goddess ? ''

I shrugged. `` As far as I am touch, I just want to pass a week living and fucking the way I always wanted to survive and fuck. No taboos, no holding back and no compromises, '' I said.

She nodded, and pulled one leg up on the nates next to me, spreading all-encompassing as she hitched up her wench and showed me her dampish pussy and damp pubes, wearing cipher underneath. `` I 'm ready, mistress, '' she said seductively, pulling her labia apart. `` Piss on me and puddle surely I know who I belong to. '' I smiled. Peeing was one of the fetich we both shared, and most of our fancy involved voluminous exchanges of body fluids. So I stood up and held onto her buttocks as I stepped across her leg, pulling up my own wench and began raining down chicken sprinkling out of my pantiless unshaven crotch, wetting her pubic pilus and the most part of her skirt.

She bent forward and caught some of it in her lip, drinking greedily as it ran down her chin and on her tits, leaving dismal mark on her apparel. She sucked and swallowed, gulping and slavering as she lodged her lips around my wet labia. When she was sated, she leaned back happily. `` Mmmh, '' she moaned, slipping two finger's breadth in and out of her pussy, enjoying the consequence. `` I love the gustatory perception of your piss, mistress. It makes me feel so ... dirty, and owned. Like, I know it 's not a reward, nor is it mollify, but it 's rather there to put me in seat and make sure I 'll be your handmaid in all things, even if it 's to booze down your pee. ''

I sat back down in my own death chair and smiled at her, my pussy still slightly wet, leaving a small stain on my lap. `` This is going to be a wonderful misstep, slave, '' I said, rubbing across my breasts, feeling turned on by her comportment, her slavish ways and her finger's breadth sliding in and out of her pussy.

Suddenly the door to our separee opened. Martina quickly pulled down her skirt and smiled sheepishly at the conductor as she asked for our slate. I looked at her as I handed her mine, as her face seemed strangely familiar. Then it struck me. `` Gianna ? '' I asked, remembering her from school, so many years ago.

She looked deep into my eyes, then smiled back. `` Oh my god, '' she said, `` Kat, is that you ? ''

Gianna was in my year for a few class, until she went to a different school. We were not friends, nor enemies, but kept our distance as we had different sense of taste and attitudes and so I did n't recollect much of her after she was gone. It was strange to see her after all these old age, in her work kit no to a lesser extent. I had no cue she went on to work for the railway.

She was short, just as I remembered her from school, with the fateful, thickest hairsbreadth that she wore shoulder length and straight. Her cutis was incredibly pale, which gave a acuate contrast to her whisker and nighttime eyes, but her fount was cute. She wore the dark blue air uniform of the railway music director and looked kinda sexy in it, though it hid to the highest degree of her features.

I nodded, not knowing what to say. `` Yeah, '' I replied. `` I ... we ... are just on our way to vacation. ''

She smiled, holding out a hand to Martina as she was eyeing her. `` Hi, I 'm Gianna. Kathrin and me were in school together. ''

Martina shook it with the same hand that was in her pussy just seconds ago, and the thought process made me even more aroused. `` Martina, nice to meet you, '' she said, and, following her gaze, she smiled. `` Kat just spilled something on me, '' she explained the spot on her dress.

Gianna laughed. `` Well, it 's fond enough for it to dry fast, '' she said.

I nodded, slightly embarrassed, but Martina seemed mental object and happy with herself. `` Ah, it makes me feel so ripe I kinda do n't need it to dry, '' she said giggling.

Gianna looked at her puzzled, then turned to me again : `` So, what 're you doing these days ? '' she asked.

I shrugged. `` You know, nothing peculiar. I 'm working for the city. ''

She smiled. `` And you, Martina ? ''

Martina smiled at her innocently. `` I 'm just Kat 's little maidservant and girlfriend, '' she said sweetly. `` I have no former job but to please her. ''

Gianna raised her supercilium. `` Oh, okay, '' she said surprised. `` So you two are ... together, yeah ? ''

I nodded, playing along. `` Yeah, we 've been together for a few long time now, and Martina 's been great, '' I smiled at her.

'' I live to serve, '' Martina said in tax return. Gianna looked at the both of us, unsure what to seduce of it, but at the Lapp time funny and intrigued.

'' So are you, like, married ? '' she asked.

I shrugged. `` It 's more of an open relationship, '' I said. `` Martina is my lover and girlfriend, but we like to experiment a lot, so ... it 's arduous to excuse. ''

Gianna smiled thoughtful, playing absently with the buttons on her blouse. `` And so ... there 's no men in your animation ? '' she wondered.

Martina and me looked at each other, then I shook my head. `` I guess I 'm the man in our relationship, '' I laughed.

'' How do you mean ? '' she asked curiously.

'' Well, you know, I 'm the more aggressive and dominant one, and Martina is more the ... subordinate, dutiful wife. '' I winked at her.

Gianna cocked her head to the slope, pursing her sassing. `` So, I 'm good-for-naught for asking so much, but I 'm really clueless ... do n't you pretermit something sometimes ? '' she asked.

Martina laughed. `` When Kat is done with you, all you 'll be missing is her, '' she said smiling, then added : `` If you want, she can show you ... ''

Gianna stared at her, then asked slowly : `` record me ... how ? '' Martina got up and smiled at her, pulling her slowly inside our cabin as she brushed the hair out of Gianna 's expression, helping her unbutton her shirt. Gianna put up no resistance, allowing Martina 's men to run down her dresser, grabbing her breasts through the fabric and pushing her back down into a president.

While my slave went down on the conductor, kissing her and pulling off her trouser to get to the unfermented honey pot between her legs, I was going through my traveling bag, looking for some of the toys I packed. Gianna was obviously eager to play, and I would n't want to disappoint her. I finally found my preferent strap on, a gift from my friends at the bordello, and put it on just as Martina pushed Gianna 's black lace pantie aside and began licking her pussy.

Gianna was just as pale on the rest of her dead body as she was in her face, her pussy being no exception. She kept it shaved, but a dark tint was visible where her pubes were growing back. Her labia stood out vividly, being bright red and egotistic, and Martina was sucking them eagerly into her rima oris, slurping and licking her tongue along their whole length. `` Ohhhh godddd, '' she moaned and shuddered.

Martina stood aside as I stepped in social movement of her with the strapon around my waist. I had taken off my dress and was all au naturel but for the dildo and my sandals. She looked up at me, beaming for luxuria. `` God, you look hot, '' she gasped, her legs spread extensive.

Her uniform was on the floor, only her blouse covered part of her boob still, and she looked incredibly horny. `` Fuck me with that, please, '' she begged.

I did n't make her wait long but inserted the oral sex of the dildo straight between her well up pussy, holding it with one bridge player as I pushed it in deep. She groaned as it entered her, feeling the longsighted ray coast inside. I grabbed her rosehip and pulled her farther down, until she practically lay on the keister, her prat right on the bound. Martina straddled her chest as I began thrusting in and out of Gianna 's pussy, watching the dildo get soaked from her pussy succus until it slid all the way in.

Martina made her lick her slit, determined to give the horny conductor a soundly taste of tribade cunt, while I fucked her pussy in long diagonal, going all the way up inside her. She moaned, muffled by Martina 's fumble, enjoying the feeling. Martina looked back at me, then said : `` Let 's do her ass too, mistress ? '' She turned to Gianna underneath her. `` You want to take my schoolma'am have sex your short asshole ? '' Not waiting for a reply, I pulled the slimy cock out and pushed it between Gianna 's buttocks.

They parted easily, soft like butter, as I forced it into her anus. Everything about Gianna seemed soft, her cutis, her wooden leg, her brawniness, her hips, her titmouse ... It was like fucking into soft dough, except that this simoleons was squirming and moaning as I penetrated her. I fucked her up the ass just as hard and fast as I did her pussy, wanting to show her how footling she had to say in the affair and how little she would have to miss a `` man '' in her holes.

She seemed to get the message, thrashing and groaning into Martina 's hip as I violated her. Martina did n't let go of her either, using her for her own pleasures. I looked down, watching her pussycat twitch and sputter as the dildo ran into her underneath, filling her ass. I slid my fingerbreadth inside her empty cunt and began probing her, feeling the shaft fuck her from inside. Three finger, four fingers, I stretched her and filled her in a way she never was filled before, my knuckles widening her pussy as they demanded entry.

Finally, I fit my whole hand inside her, her twat closing around it like a glove. I twisted and turned, feeling the inside of her snatch as my laborious dildo still probed her ass deep and hard. She screamed, slapping Martina 's butt end with her helping hand, coming hard, again and again as I would not finish ramming my hand and the cock inside her. Finally, Martina climaxed herself, and I heard a shooter of juice stream down on Gianna from her puss. I pulled out, having one young lady lick my hired man and the former the dildo. They cleaned it diligently.

'' You were rightfield, '' Gianna told Martina later, as she put her clothes back on. `` I can see why you would n't miss anything. '' Martina smiled back at her, licking her lips. `` I wish you a great vacation then, '' the music director said as she left us with a wink and a kiss, going back to work, freshly fucked and happy .