
Tasting Christine/ Part one:
May 1998
By Malificent




I am still not quite sure where the idea came from.  It was just
some sort of revelation born of need.  I was rushing around trying
to get things set up and arranged for my 15th year class reunion.
It was a lot to do, I was responsible for the caterers and the wait
service staff. My spouse, Stewart, was unhappy as hell that I wanted
to go. He was even angrier that I was taking so much time to make
this party a success. Maybe it was because he was on my nerves, that
this idea gained merit.

I knew it bugged him that my old boyfriend, Burt,  would be there.
He had mouthed off about that a few times.  But he didn't know how
little a threat, the old beau would be.  I hated that rat bastard.
Burt had made my life hell after we split up, and I'd love to find a
way to humiliate him.  Maybe this is where the idea was borne.

Christine was due any second and I was rattled and being pulled in a
million directions.  I was suppose to call and get one more waiter
for the evening, since the cute little blonde, that I had counted on
to hold the mens attention, was ill.  I had no idea who the agency
would send now.  I was far from USED to planning these things and to
have someone quit before they started had me frazzled.

The door bell rang just as I was lifting the phone to arrange for
the replacement.  It was Christine.  She bounded in her eyes full of
mischief and kissed me full on the lips.  I pushed her a way and
said. "Hey Christine", laughing and embarrassed, "You know I am not
going there again.  That ended with graduation night.  If Stewart
ever found out he would divorce me in an instant.  He is horribly
homophobic".

Christine reminded me that many a man liked the idea of two women.
Even ones who were afraid of the idea of two men.  I was unconvinced
Stewart would.

Christine rattled off a list of the errands we needed to run and the
subject was dropped.  We left the house in a rush and it wasnt
until several hours later that I remembered my dilemma of the
missing waitress.  We were back at my house and I was trying on
dresses when I realized that it was way too  late to find someone
now.  I sat down on the bed and burst into stressed out tears.

I told Christine all the stress of the last few days.  The way my
husband had been so bossy about not letting me go.  The way he had
cut me off sexually. His refusal to go himself.  The fear of seeing
Burt again after all these years. Not to mention all the hassles of
planning and implementing for the big party.  And the straw that
broke the camels back, the missing waitress for tonight.

Christine took me in her arms and held my semi clad frame close to
her. I sobbed into her chest.  She continued to let me cry.  Then
gently she tipped my tear streaked face up toward hers and kissed me
again.  This time I didn't refuse.  It felt good to be comforted.
Christine had always known how to make me feel all warm and
wonderful from the inside out.

Her hand slipped from my shoulders, lower to my breasts.  Still
kissing me, she rolled my nipples between her fingers.  The risk and
excitement began to take over the sad tears from before and my body
began to respond to hers.  I pressed against her and kissed her
back.  Her tongue was smooth and satiny and her mouth tasted like
the beer we had shared earlier.  I explored the inside of her mouth,
loving each sensation.  I had forgotten how good it was to be held
so gently.  All of a sudden I didn't care any more that my husband
could be home any second.  I only wanted this feeling to go on.  I
wanted to taste not only Christine's mouth but her warm breasts.  I
wanted to run my tongue over her nipples. I wanted to explore her
pussy the way my tongue had been probing her mouth.  I wanted to
give her the most intimate of kisses.   I remembered the smell of
her sex.  It made me squirm against her.  This movement gave away my
submission to her, as it had in a dimly lit hallway, on campus, so
many years before.

I relaxed and let myself melt into Christine's embrace.  Losing
myself in the sensations of her fingers against my flesh as they
moved lower and more insistently until she found my clit.  My lips
were swollen and heated and my clit throbbed at her lithe
fingertips.  I closed my eyes and felt the first wave of pleasure
begin to take me, only an instant after Christine began frigging my
clit.

My body convulsed and she whispered adoring phrases about how
beautiful I was when cumming.  My eyes half open, I was lost in the
feelings only she had ever given me.  Stuart wasn't a bad lover, he
was  just not the most gentle of men.  Christine knew where to touch
me.  She knew that the tease was as important as the climax.  Her
fingers brushed over me and then went back to my hot button time and
again.  She alternated her palms over my nipples or her fingertips
over my clit.  I wanted more and she knew it.  I wanted her.

We parted breifly enough to remove our remaining clothing and she
lay me back on the bed.  "please," I begged, "let me taste you too."
She touched my lips too shushh me and crawled over my face.
Lowering the musky wet pussy I remembered, do my mouth.  I breathed
deep the scent of her.  Toying with her folds, sliding my tongue
down the lenth of her slit.  Tasting her.  She leaned forward and
buried her mouth in my already throbbing pussy.
  
The furthest thing from my mind was the reunion now.  Buried even
deeper was the fact that Stewart had been due home two hours before
we arrived. Somehow from the trance I had drifted into I heard a
little rustling in the master bath.  I snapped back to the present
and looked with fear up toward the door.  Christine had heard it too
but she didnt stop.  She had already noticed Stewart watching us
through the crack in the door.

She leaned back toward me, whispered her plan and smiled.  I shook
my head no, but she began pulling on my clit, licking my thighs and
murmering "yes, Jocylin, do it for me".  She had always known how to
push my buttons.  Before long I  agreed.  I would have agreed to
most anything to continue to receive the pleasure she was giving.
She moved around between my legs and brought me to a very intense,
very quick, orgasm.  Then instructed me to proceed with her
requests.

I knelt at her feet.  The door to the bathroom on my right.  I knew
Stewart had a good view.  Christine had insisted that if he was
hanging around watching, he was enjoying the show.  She wanted him
to get an eyefull.  I was so hot for her I did exactly what she
said.  My tongue probing her pussy the way it had her mouth earlier.
Kissing her hard against the mound of pink flesh.  Licking upward
toward her spot, and letting my nose graze her clit.  I continued to
please her with a renewed fervor.  Something awakened from a 15 year
sleep was inside me. Her pussy juices washed over my face and I
remembered again how much I loved her once.

The noises in the bathroom became obvious.  Stewart was jerking off.
Christine pushed me away and in a smooth quick motion threw open the
door to reveal Stewart, hardon in hand.  The surprise to us both was
that he had my dirty underwear from the day before wrapped around
it. He was using my Victoria Secrets to masterbate.  Christine burst
into laughter and Stewart blushed uncontrollably.

Christine was a master at this game.  She knew just how to play
Stewart. She asked him if he often used satiny undies to make his
penis squirt. Stewart nodded quietly still horribly embarrassed but
not covering himself.  His dick was rock hard and leaking.  The
laughter and humiliation of being caught had excited him.  This much
was obvious. Christine asked Stewart if he had liked what he saw.
Again, Stewart nodded.  She moved up close to him, rubbing her now
bare tits against his chest.  "Oh Stewart, would you like to join
Jocylin and I in a little game?"  Stewart was easily convinced.
Christine, kept up her influence.  "Stewart how much do you want to
join us?"  Stewart stuttered a lame reason and she insisted that it
would not be good enough.  I really couldnt hear Stewart from my
still kneeling position half across the room.  Christine was
pressing her thigh against his cock and asking him to repeat how
much he wanted us.  Finally I heard her tell him to say it louder.
Stewart looked at me and nervously spoke up. "Mistress Christine, I
want badly to serve you.  I want terribly, to please you and
Mistress Jocilyn, and I will do whatever you wish in order to
receive the pleasure of joining you."  These were the words
Christine had been waiting for.  She looked at me and winked.

Jocilyn, your problems of the day are solved.  Although I still
didnt know what she meant she assured me I could trust her to take
care of the fiasco with the catering agency.  She said that Stewart
would be happy to help us get the party going.  "Right Stew?"  He
hesitated for a moment and then nodded his affirmation.

Christine insisted the reunion details were up to her now.  I was to
relax and get beautiful for the night.  She promised it would be a
most memorable occasion.   I headed off to get bathed and ready.  I
could hear her giggle occasionally over the running water.  I
guessed that Stewart had gotten himself in over his head.  I hoped
so.

Christine took the very horny Stewart to her house.  There she had
him bathe as well.  She took from her closet a few items I certainly
hadnt known she owned.  These items were obviously not her size.
They included; a lace up ivory corset, a tight pair of ivory satin
panties with ruffles on the behind, the most unusual padded bra that
had nipples formed out of the foam padding to give it a natural
look, pale pink thigh high hose, a pink garter belt, ivory pumps
with at least 5inch heels,  and an pink cocktail hostess frock with
an ivory satin apron as an accent.

Stewart scrubbed his body just as instructed including using a red
plastic douche bag to clean his insides out.  He used rose perfumed
soaps and shampoos.  When he got out of the hot water his skin was
pink from the scrubbing.  Christine wasn't finished with him yet.

She had changed into her tight black leather mini dress and thigh
high leather boots.  She looked hot.  His boner attested to that
with its skyward pose.  She had him stand naked before her.  She
surveyed him and seem to be mentally repainting him in her mind.
Finally she spoke.  "OK Stewy let's get one thing straight.  You
want what I have you do it my way. Understood?"  Stewart replied
sharply, "I already said I would do what you asked Chris, so now
what?"  Christine walked briskley to his side and slapped him hard
across the face.  She grabbed his balls tightly in her hand and
squeezed them hard.  She looked him straight in the eyes and
informed him that he had better NEVER speak to her like that again
or she would see to it that every one he knew would find out about
his rose scented bath and the hardon he sported from it.  She didnt
let go until he sincerely apologized and promised not to say another
sharp word.

She had him place his hands above his head and she locked his wrists
together and through a ceiling hook suspended his hands.  She used a
bar between his feet and locked his ankles into shackles.  His feet
were spread slightly further than shoulder width.  From here she ran
her fingers over his body renewing his hardon.  She used her mouth
and hands to bring him to the edge repeatedly.

She lathered his legs ass and balls with floral scented shaving
lotion and scraped the hair off of him with a straight razor.  He
loved it. Never softened for a moment.  His now soft hairless legs
were actually better than mine.  Christine mentioned this to him and
he blushed and looked somewhat pleased about that.

She rubbed her tits against his back, he couldn't move into or away
from them.  His eyes rolled back and he closed them.  He was hotter
than he was used to.  All the tension of earlier and now kept
building making him uncomfortably horny.

"Oh Stewart," Christined crooned, "I think you like my nipples
grazing across your shoulder blades.   Tell me, now that you are all
shaved and smooth don't you think those panties you were using
earlier would look nice ON you?"  Stewart shook his head no.  But
you could see in his body language it wasn't out of the question.
Christine asked again how he felt about her tits.  "Do you like
these Stewart?" she danced in front of him this time.  Her pendulous
breasts swaying.  Stewart's eyes never left her chest.  He licked
his lips and replied somewhat breathlessly, "I ache for them
Christine.  My cock twitches at the thought of holding just one
nipple between my lips."

Christine let Stewart know that she would allow him that pleasure
for a price.  Skeptically he asked what he had to do in order to
touch her. Stewart was really straining against his bindings now.
He was hot for her.  Very hot.

Christine laughed and said she would be taping everything from here
on out.  She wanted Stewart to pledge his servitude to her.  She
wanted him to agree she was in charge on tape.  He nodded his
approval and she pushed the record button on the video camera.  It
was hooked to a TV screen so he could see what she was taping.  See
himself on camera. Bound and shaved.

"Repeat after me Stewart.  I want to serve you, Mistress Christine.
I want to do all that you ask.  To touch your breasts I would do
anything you command.  To taste your pussy I would willingly do the
most humiliating of tasks.  I will use my mouth and cock to please
you in whatever way you ask, regardless of how much I'd consider
resisting, I will do it all for you."  Christine paused and asked
him to go ahead. Stewart couldn't possibly remember it all so she
slapped him hard across the ass.  Try again Stewy.  He did try and
again he failed.  She beat him harder and tears formed in his eyes.
She gave him one more chance. Still he failed.  She beat his ass
hard this time with the back of a brush.  He was crying out loud
now.  "Oh Stewy" she said disappointedly, would you like me to
stop?"  Please he said.  Please stop it hurts.  It really hurts.  He
sounded like a child.  She continued to swat his butt. He continued
to beg her to stop.  Finally she stopped.  Bending down to a squat
she licked his hot flesh with broad tongue strokes.  He could see it
all in the screen in front of him.  "Stewy will you do anything to
make me stop?" "Yes", he whimpered, "YES!!! You are my mistress, I
worship you.  Make me your slave."


To Be continued.


