Sarah’s Sense of Scents Ch. 09

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I want to give a special thank you to my muse, my inspiration, my co-collaborator, Aruna! She is the source of the spark (and the special twist) This will be a series, and hopefully the moderators help me get that set up right.

There are various elements to this series: Fetish, Cuckold, Lesbian, Erotic Couplings, a little BDSM, etc., however I think unquestionably it is first and foremost a Fetish story. I hope you enjoy it, and I welcome constructive criticism.

Chapter 9

“Look, I don’t question you like this when YOU have to do work stuff! I really don’t appreciate it when you do it to me, either. You don’t OWN me, Matt! You never will; that’s not who I am. I’m not some door mat, some Stepford Wife, waiting for you to give me purpose. I have a career; I make sacrifices to get where I am, and I’ll make sacrifices to get where I’m going!”

At that exact moment, that “sacrifice” involved squirming on the seat of Kareena’s BMW, my bare ass squirming on the leather as her hand rubbed maddeningly slowly across my swollen clit. At her direction, I had laid the seat back, and she’d made me pull my skirt up to my waist. My left thigh had been pulled towards her; the right one I had spread of my own volition.

Matt argued weakly on the other end of the line. “Sarah, it’s not about your job; you know I support you in what you do,” he whined. “It’s just that we had plans for tonight. I took tomorrow off, booked a reservation at Chart House, and I thought…I hoped we could make it a special occasion…”

Beside me, driving the car with her left hand and driving me crazy with her right, Kareena chuckled softly. I glared at her, but my hips were still humping up against her taunting, torturing fingers, so she knew I wasn’t really all that upset.

I softened my tone, but only a little bit. “Look, Matt, I get that, and I’m sorry. Just reschedule it, and let me know when.” I almost slipped then. “I promise you I’ll…” I caught myself before I caved, “I promise I’ll do my best to make it happen.” As I said it, Kareena’s hand left my sopping wet pussy for just a moment to change gears, then returned to continue teasing me.

“Hmph.” Matt was not happy; I think he was starting to read the room, as it were. “Like you did this time?” he replied snarkily. Then, in an uncharacteristically strong move from him, he hung up.

I couldn’t really blame him for his anger. This HAD been a big deal to him, and I had known about it, in spite of his efforts to hide his intentions. That was also why I was doubly thankful for the invitation/command to come spend the night, maybe the whole weekend, with my Master and Mistress.

Matt was going to propose to me.

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Six months ago, a year ago, I would have greeted this with at least a measure of enthusiasm. Matt wasn’t by any means the man of my dreams, but then rarely do we end up with the spouse of our dreams. More like the best compromise. That might be a bit jaded of me, but that was my perception, anyway. I was in the second half of my twenties, and I’d been a bridesmaid several times. Each time, I felt like I had the eyes of the world on me, wondering when it was going to be me. Implicit in those imagined inquiries was another, more insidious question: What was wrong with me, that I wasn’t already married? Sometimes our own minds can be more cruel than any outsider.

So while I wasn’t elated at the prospect of marrying Matt, I was at least…comfortable with it. It wouldn’t be the passionate sex-fest that my relationship with Mario was, but then those things seem to be short-lived, anyway. With Matt, I reasoned, I’d be safe from…being alone?

That, of course, was before P and Kareena completely rocked my world. Now, I wanted it all. Now, I wanted my cake and to eat it, too. I also wanted ice cream, pecan pie, and some coconut cream pie! If that came as a third wheel in their incredible love story for a while, I’d rather ride this crazy rocket I was on, knowing that it might come crashing down at any moment, than pursue, or rather follow meekly, a path that would lead me to, at best, boring mediocrity.

With the realization that I wouldn’t be satisfied with “less than” came a growing distaste for the boring malaise that had been my life. That included the presence of Matt in the mix of it. Matt was a good guy, and he could make somebody a good husband, to be sure. But with every bone-shaking orgasm I experienced – as recipient or giver – with P or Kareena, I knew I could never be happy with the meatloaf and mashed potatoes life he craved. He wanted a woman who would sniff the roses as they walked through the park. I was a woman who would sniff her sweaty pits if she went jogging in the park.

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“Trouble on the homefront?” my Mistress asked, even as she did the quick gear shift thing again. I could swear she was timing it to take me back and forth from the edge of orgasm. I turned towards her, biting my bottom lip in frustration, and I could see the smirk around her sunglasses.

“Nothing I couldn’t, oh God,” bursa escort her finger swirled around on my swelling clit, interrupting me. “Nothing I….can’t…oh, please…nothing I can–‘t handle…” I gasped, my hips undulating up at her hand, which, of course, led to her just reducing the pressure.

The AC was blowing hard in the little Beemer, but we also had the window down. It didn’t make sense; well, not to most people, it wouldn’t. Kareena, though, was devious. She’d made me take them off and hand them to her when she picked me up from in front of my apartment building. Right there in front of God and everybody home at 2 p.m. in the Sunnybrook Apartment complex, I had hesitated only a moment before peeling them down my thighs and pulling them off of one ankle, then the other. My legs were already hot and sweaty, but that wasn’t why the little yellow panties were soaking wet.

As soon as I sat down into the little car, she commanded me to slide my skirt up.

“All the way up, Pet,” she had admonished me when I stopped just short of revealing my bare pussy. I lifted my hips slightly and pulled the skirt under my bottom so that it was bunched up behind me. Then the windows went down and I quickly realized, at the first stoplight, that anybody with a truck on other side of us would have had quite the sight of my ladybits on display and my boss’s fingers wreaking havoc on my self-control as well as my dignity.

“Well, I’m proud of you; you stood up to him well. I know it’s not easy for you, Sarah, but you are growing a backbone. You’re putting yourself first, and that’s huge. P and I, we’re both very proud of you, and your growth. We can see it in your work, too. It’s impressive.” It was a bit surreal, getting professional praise from my boss as she slid her fingers in and out of my sex, even as she displayed my charms to the truck-driving population of Northeast Florida. Still, it meant a lot to me, and I blushed even more deeply.

“Thhhh-Thank you, MMMmistress…” I was trying hard not to hump so lasciviously against her hand, but I was still squirming hard. “That means a lot to me. I don’t want to be mean to him, but…”

Kareena pulled her hand away for a moment, then put the windows up. Suddenly, it was much quieter in the car, even though the engine still growled as she accelerated onto the I-95 ramp.

“Sarah, don’t look at it like that. You’re not being mean to him. You’re being merciful. You told me he was going to propose to you, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied, sitting the seat up for a moment, though my skirt remained where it was. “I found the ring in a box in the closet, and a friend of ours told me that he told her boyfriend he was going to propose this weekend.”

“Then look at it this way: You’re not being mean, you’re being kind to him.”

I frowned. “How do you figure that? He’s going to be heart-broken when I tell him I won’t marry him. And he’s a nice guy. He’s just…”

“He’s just not the right guy for you. Not now, anyway; probably wasn’t even before…us. So if you married him, especially now, how long do you think it would be before the frustration, the boredom, the…the sameness would have gotten to you? Six months? A year? Two years? It wouldn’t really matter; it would happen eventually. I think you already knew in your heart, in your spirit, that there was more, that you wanted, needed more. More than you had with him, more than he could or ever would be able to give you. Am I right?”

Of course she was right. I’d been bored but I’d resigned myself to that boredom.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I admitted.

“Of course I’m right,” Kareena laughed. She flashed me that gorgeous smile, her white teeth all the more amazing for the contrast with her darker skin tone. “What we have, Sarah, what you and I and P have, this is a special thing. And it’s what you’ve been hungry for. What your heart, your soul, your body has been starving for, and for too long. And why? Because you didn’t think it was “right”? Because you didn’t think it was proper? Because you didn’t think it was possible?”

She had me so dialed in, it was uncanny. I looked out the windshield. The truths she spoke touched something deep inside me, and it stirred my emotions.

Sadness, because I knew I’d been living with less, and feeling alone even in a small apartment with a man who loved me as best he could.

Joy, because I had found something in P and Kareena that exceeded my wildest dreams. It wasn’t just the sex, either; outside of our “play,” Kareena had become the sister I had craved for many years. P, when his cock (or his magnificent tongue!) wasn’t stuffing one of my orifices, was like a wise big brother/cool uncle to me. My life was more complete in every way with them.

And then…Fear. What if I was being a silly fool? What if Kareena or P or both of them grew tired of me next week, or next month, or next year? It wasn’t logical to think this was a long-term thing; who does that? I could handle the financial aspect of living on my bursa eskort bayan own with this job, at my current salary, but what if they decided to excise me from their lives and their business. What if I just ended up…alone…again?

And then my wonderful Mistress/sister/boss/friend once again read my mind and soul again. She reached over and took my hand, alternating between looking at the road and at me.

“Sarah, I know this is all scary. I can’t make it all not scary; not all of it, anyway. But trust me on this: Pankaj and I…honey, this is more to us, too. More than just the sex. More than just the job. Trust me, baby. Trust us. You’re doing the right thing, the right thing for you. We’ve got your back, okay?”

I finally released the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding in. Then I took another, and that one came easier. Maybe I’d be okay.

“Thank you, Kareena. It’s like you read my mind, I swear!”

She chuckled at that. “It’s an Indian thing,” she said, suddenly taking on an exaggerated accent. She pointed at her forehead. “It’s the third eye, the bindi thing. We can see things that you can not!” She couldn’t carry it farther, and she started laughing, which got me laughing.

“Well, THAT makes me feel a lot better!” I replied. Then, in a more serious tone, I added my real response. “Kareena, you guys, you and P, you…you’ve changed my life. I can never repay you for what you’ve done for me.”

My beautiful Mistress reached over and returned her hand to the inner thigh of my left leg. It was now a little sticky where my desire had dried while we talked, but as her hand slid upward, and returned to the core of my desire, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was soaking her seat again.

“Oh, I’m sure we can find some form of payment system we can all agree upon,” she said, smiling as she reclaimed her Pet.

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By the time we pulled into the driveway at “Patel Manor” as I had jokingly named it one day, I was already crazy with desire. During the last 20 minutes or so of the drive, Kareena had put the windows back down again, and turned up her music to a deafening level. She loved Prince, and this playlist was full of his work. During “Little Red Corvette,” as she vigorously fingered my pussy between my splayed legs, I lay back, eyes squeezed tightly shut. I was hoping to fool her, to reach orgasm before she withdrew her fingers yet again.

My eyes flew open at the sound of a semi’s air horn, and to my horror I was looking up at a truck driver looking down at me. Specifically, he was looking straight down at my spread legs and the juncture of them, where Mistress was spreading my lips open wide. The trucker, his torso half out of the window, wasn’t minding the road, and his tongue was almost scraping the pavement, so Kareena gave him only a moment or two more of visual pleasure before she sped on before him.

I looked at her, horrified, but she was laughing so uncontrollably I thought perhaps the semi wasn’t the biggest danger on the road. I couldn’t believe she had done this to me, had exposed me to this…this… And then I realized something.

I had no idea who this guy was, and he had no idea who I was. For what couldn’t have been more than 30 seconds, I, well, Kareena and I, had given him a thrill he would probably remember for the rest of his life. All at no expense to us, and, despite the dangers of his and her erratic driving, no harm done.

It was the craziest, wildest, most dangerous and irresponsible thing I had ever done in my life.

And it was absolutely awesome. I felt a surge of energy, of life, of power. I started laughing with Kareena, feeding off of and into her happiness. Two miles down the road, just before we pulled off at our exit, I flashed my tits at another trucker, and was rewarded by another blast of an air horn. Kareena then braked just in time to swerve behind the truck and make it to our ramp.

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We were jabbering and laughing like sorority sisters starting their spring break as we walked into the house. She dropped her purse on a table by the door, hanging her car keys on a hook. I put my purse beside hers, and dropped my backpack on the floor. I hadn’t packed much; I knew that clothing would be a minimal use item while here.

Kareena pulled me to her and embraced me. She pushed a sweaty tendril of my hair back behind my ear, and leaned in and licked along the side of my neck, from my collar bone upward to beside my ear.

“Mmm, nice and salty. God, I’m going to devour you, girl!” she growled into my ear. Then she kissed me deeply, her hands sliding down my sides until she was grasping and squeezing my bottom. I whimpered into her kiss, my tongue sparring lightly with hers.

Reluctantly, she released my lips. “Come on, let’s go find ‘The Boss'” she made little air quotes with her fingers, “and see if his staff is ready to meet his staff. Though honestly, I have half a mind to pull you into bed and lock him out for a few hours while I,” she nuzzled and licked my ear lobe, “chew you out.”

“Oh, Boss. Don’t threaten me with that,” I pleaded with false fear in my voice.

She smiled, then kissed me again. “But then I’d probably have to face disciplinary action of my own, so…” She pulled me by the hand, leading me towards the back porch and pool area.

Sliding the big glass door open, we stepped out into the heat, a cruel reminder of the tenacity of the summer in Florida. It would be months before it wouldn’t be scorching hot at 3 in the afternoon. Fortunately, the layout of the porch gave us cover from the sun until about 6 or 7 in the evening, and there was always the pool to cool off in.

As we came onto the porch, we were immediately greeted by P, clad in white trunks rather than one of the Speedos I normally saw him wearing. He was walking out from behind the bar and coming towards us, a broad smile on his face and a frosty margarita in each hand for his wife and I.

“There’s my staff, finally! I thought you ladies would never make it!” he exclaimed, and gave his wife a deep kiss.

“Hey, how are you here already?” I asked. I had thought he wouldn’t be here until later in the evening. “I thought you were going to get her later tonight.”

“Not disappointed, are you?” he teased, and immediately I blushed.

“No, no, not at all, I just thought-” My words were stopped cold when he embraced me next, and kissed me deeply.

“Relax, Pet. I’m just messing with you. I managed to bow out early, explaining that I had to get back here to tackle some issues back here. I think they were glad to see me go early. Who wants the boss hanging around on a Friday afternoon, right?” He smiled, then kissed me again, picking me up off the ground, his hands cupping my bottom and lifting me. My legs just instinctively wrapped around him, and I kissed him back hungrily.

“So, Master,” my voice was husky with my desire, “your Pet,” I kissed him back, “would very much like to hear more about,” I kissed his bottom lip, “this…tackling business…”

“Damn, Cousin! You weren’t exaggerating. She’s hot,” came a voice behind me.

I unclasped my legs, and as soon as my feet touched the ground I turned, shielding myself behind P from…who was this intruder?

“Sarah,” P spoke, his amusement at my discomfort evident in his voice, “I would like you to meet Chandra. My little sister.” He pulled me around in front of him, facing her. Chandra, this is Sarah. She’s our right hand woman here in Florida,” he said, and I was immediately proud to be introduced that way. I extended my hand toward Chandra.

“Pleased to meet you, Chandra. I didn’t know, I mean, P, Pankaj, has never, um, mentioned having a sister…” I offered in a lame defense for my shock.

“Hmph!” she replied. “Not surprised. I tend to be left off of many of the family’s roll calls. Glad to meet you, Sarah, is it? I thought I heard him say Pat…” she acted confused, and for a moment, I was completely flustered.

Then I saw the smile. It was the same smile I’d seen on her brother’s face, when he’d said something funny but I hadn’t caught it because I had this perception of him as a serious, intimidating presence. Discovering his keen sense of humor and skill with sarcasm was a big part of my attraction to him.

“Yes, it’s Sarah…most of the time,” I added with a little smile of my own.

“I like this one, Punky,” she told her brother. One look at P and I could tell that he did NOT like this nickname, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would never cross my lips. “I might have to steal her away from you,” she said over her shoulder as she pulled me away to one of the umbrella-shaded tables. I looked back over my shoulder at P and Kareena, a little lost, but they were embracing, reestablishing connection after a week apart.

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Chandra was like her brother in many ways, not the least of which were the physical similarities. She was about 5’10” tall, more lean than my Mistress, with fewer curves. She shared her brother’s delicious skin color, and Her breasts were not more than B-cups, but after some conversation, I could see prominent nipples poking through her royal blue one-piece bathing suit. She had a tight bottom; I’d seen that when she practically towed me towards the table. Not scrawny; more like muscular.

Conversation divulged what her body hinted at; she was very much an athlete. She had been a swimmer and a runner, and had been offered a scholarship to pursue those very activities in England. That, she told me, was “just the first” of the ways she had disappointed her parents, who had wanted her to find a more conservative path of marriage to “a good Indian boy,” she practically spat the words out. The harder they pushed, the faster and farther she swam and ran away from them.

What she apparently did take with her from her family was a good head for business, and even as she pursued two sports, she also managed to procure a business degree, and with the prospects of a professional career in either field less than likely, she prepared herself for her future. Relationships with sponsors had led to finding her niche in the sports attire business. She represented a major provider of uniforms and gear for virtually every sport out there.

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