Jodie's Slaves Part One - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part One

... breathing, her expression change. She had reached some decision and she was setting herself against me. She was going to try and resist. I smiled, a small, challenging lift of my lips. If I wanted her, she would not be able to resist, I was sure. Her blushes, her shivers, her very confusion and nervousness told me she was already mine...all I had to do was reach out and take her.

It was dangerous, though. She had a lot at stake. Home, family, job. Those things could still be strong enough to allow her to deny me...and I would lose everything if that happened. My safest course of action would be to leave her alone, let her stay a surrogate mother and employer. I didn't want to, though.

I followed Julie up to bed knowing I would not be getting much sleep. Toying with Barb all day had me much too edgy. I tried surfing some of my favorite sites, but they no longer could compare with firm, generous curves and smooth warm skin. I wanted the real thing, not a facsimile.

I woke in the morning slowly, languidly. I had settled into this so comfortable bed with visions of Barb, naked and restrained, spinning through my head. She was too tempting. I was not going to be able to stop myself for long, I knew, and that would be the end of everything. I had no real wish to be homeless. But Barb was perfect. Even her name...Barb. It made me think of caltrops, fishing hooks and other small sharp objects. I had tossed and turned for a while, trying futilely to talk myself out of doing ...

... something I would regret. The internet had always supplied my needs before. Why it was not enough now was an intensely frustrating mystery.

Then, just before falling to sleep, the deeper recesses of my mind tossed up a plan for my inspection. It was beautiful in its simplicity and foolproof. It would take just a few days and the simplest of items to implement.

Implementing it would make me a monster. These people had made me welcome in their home. Julie was not just my best, but my only friend. To repay her like this...It was unthinkable.

I went down the stairs to the kitchen. Barb was there. She had not yet gotten ready for her day, opting for coffee first, it looked like. She was tousled from sleep and the morning sun through the window framed her in a glow. The creamy swell of her breasts was visible above her nightgown as she looked up and smiled a good morning at me. The slight blush that filled her cheeks when she realized I wore no bra under the worn, thin spaghetti strap top I had on turned all of my decisions and good intentions on their heads.

I was about to become a monster.

Chapter 2

Shaken to the core

Jodi

She tried to pretend she had not been checking out my breasts under my top. I made quite sure to prop my arms under them and on the table so as to display them more prominently, but without it being known that was what I was doing. We chatted a bit as we ate, but she was distracted. She got more distracted as she watched my nipples harden ...