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Old Friends Reunited for College. NSFW. [MsBloom x DeviantAngel]

Molly just nodded as Paula talked about how it usually happened in porn but she didn't move, not even to uncross her arms. She just stood there looking at the older woman with her legs spread wide on her bed. Her eyes locked on the slightly open folds of her cunt, the hint of the clit poking through its hood. She watched Paula's fingers sliding down the outside of said folds to open them up even more, to expose the bright pink inside and the inner folds that partially covered the tight hole Molly so desired. But she was going to be patient, confident and most importantly take charge.
"Now I thought you wanted me to take charge," she then said as Paula urged her to show her what her tongue could do.
"I want to watch as you make yourself orgasm," Molly said and parted her legs a bit more, taking a pose that was almost masculine with her feet about two feet apart and her arms still crossed under her breasts, and of course her cock tenting her sweat pants. There was even a hint of a darker spot from leaked pre cum where the tip was.
"And while you do that I want you to beg for my tongue to replace your fingers."
Molly had no idea how she was saying the things she was saying but she was and it felt good to both tease Paula and to take charge rather than simply submitting to the older woman's request for a show of what her tongue could do.
 
Paula's brows raised as Molly seemed to turn into a different person. She seemed to really take to the advice that she gave and Paula was actually proud of the cocked woman. "Yes my mistress." Paula cooed seductively as she got comfortable and spread her legs with the pads of her feet planted on the bed. Her knees were bent and the woman was on full display for Molly. Due to the more dominant Molly the older woman's nipples had pressed against her shirt with excitement and her slit was more noticeably wet. Paula loved someone who took charge, which was why she loved Angela so much as the female was fun to talk to and took charge in the bedroom.

Using the same hand that was already at her crotch the older woman began to rub in a circular motion, her fingers pressing against her lips and gently grazing across her clit while it was nuzzled under the hood. Lewd, audible sloshing could be heard faintly as the woman's arousal increased. "Mmm, you like that baby? Me rubbing my pussy for you." Paula moaned as she slid a hand up her shirt, grabbing her breasts under her shirt as her hand continued to rub her sex.

Sliding that hand to her mouth she licked off what juices had covered her fingers then slid the hand back down and pushed her two middle fingers into her cunt. "Oh yes! I'm so tight for you, Molly!" Paula exclaimed as she pushed those fingers deep until she was at her knuckles. "Please baby, give me that tongue! I want it in my cunt!" Paula groaned as she began to finger herself, the sloshing much louder as juices oozed from her hole.
 
Seeing and hearing Paula's reaction to her assertive words and attitude Molly slipped the sweat pants down to release her cock. She rubbed two fingers along the shaft and watching the older woman rub and tease her sex and the moist sounds was a clear indication of just how turned on she was.
"I love it. You really are a a horny little milf aren't you?" Molly said, again not having a clue where the lewd words came from but it was as if Paula had released something inside her.

Molly watched and rubbed her cock a while longer while Paula tasted herself with obvious pleasure before pushing two fingers inside that soaking wet hole. That sight and the words that came from Paula, about how tight she was for Molly, how much she wanted her tongue, while fingering herself was simply too tempting for Molly to not intervene. She dropped down to her knees and almost confessed to the older woman that she had only used her tongue on a woman once before, Angela's just before Paula had shown up the night before But she managed to stop herself and lowered her face down to Paula's crotch.

She licked the back of the hand and the fingers as they moved in and out of Paula's tight hole before looking up, telling her to stop. Molly then took Paula's hand and sucked the slimy fingers into her mouth to savour the taste. It was different from Angela's but just as delicious. When there was nothing but her own saliva coating those fingers Molly went for the source of the goodness and using her thumbs and indexfingers she spread open Paula's folds and ran her tongue along the slippery wet slit, so ready to get fucked but not just yet. She poked her tongue into the orifice, nibbled lightly on the inner folds and wrapped her lips around the clit, sucking on it as if drinking from a straw.

She used every little trick she had picked up from the night before and some she had seen in lesbian porn. She was fully intent on giving Paula at least one oral orgasm before flipping her over and start to pound her into the state of thoughtlessness the older woman had talked about before.
 
"Sweetheart, I spent so many years in a loveless marriage that my body is aching to catch up on the loving that I lost. I don't just give it up to anyone, but you're not just anyone and we have a mutual friend that has seemed to open both of our sexual tigers." Paula said, winking at the younger female as she was standing above the older female who was pleasuring her tight sex. Paula had been a bag of emotions and self doubt after the divorce, thinking she'd never be able to get back out into the world of single people. She thought she was too old, out of shape and no desirable enough before she had met Angela. Meeting the female at the gym was literally a life changing event that set in motion a build in confidence that the woman couldn't explain.

As Molly got onto her knees and between Paula's leg the older woman purred with delight and licked her bottom lip as Molly took control. Sliding her free hands to her breasts Paula played with her nipples and moaned out as she felt Molly taste her pussy. Her fingers were now clean from Molly sucking them off and using the woman's saliva she kept tweaking and pinching her nipples to add just a bit of pain with her pleasure.

Paula knew Molly was about as fresh to the sex scene as a 14-year-old prepubescent boy but she was going to keep encouraging the woman as she ate her cunt. "Mmm, concentrate on the clit, gently, with soft strokes of the tip of your tongue." Paula instructed, wanting to give Molly the best chance to get her off and boost her confidence. Paula eventually had to giggle. "The first time Angela and I fucked it was like a coaching session. She knew I was nervous, I hadn't been with a woman since my college days." Molly admitted as her pussy dripped with juices and a darker shade of pink flushed over her sex.

In the other room Angela was dressed in her gym outfit. A pair of spandex pants, sports bra, an ab contractor on her abs, a hat and her gym bag. After sliding on her shoes she grabbed a smoothie from the fridge and head out. Since Molly was busy with Paula it was time for Angela to get a hard workout in and work off the calories from the last few days.
 
Molly followed Paula's instructions, or at least drew inspiration from them, but mostly she just enjoyed the taste and the sounds of pleasure coming from the older woman. Letting them guide her as much as her words. If a flick of her tongue at a specific spot elicited a moan she gave the spot another touch of her tongue or lips, sometimes with a bit more pressure, sometimes less as she kept exploring this new world of delights. The juices were different in flavour from Angela, muskier, more earthy but still very tasty. Like the difference between a Cantaloupe and Porcini mushrooms was the first comparison that came into her mind and it made her giggle, her mouth expelling short bursts of air onto Paula's clit which she then enveloped with her lips and gently poked the tip of her tongue at going back and forth between quick pokes and slow licks. This was indeed something she could easily get addicted to, and with Paula and Angela in the same building there would probably not be any shortage of access to pussies to practice on.
 
Paula was never in a hurry to get off, she was a slow burn kind of woman unless she was angry or needed a hard fuck to knock her loopy. For the time being she was fine with Molly exploring her pussy and learning from the reactions Paula gave her. At the touching of her clit the female would let Molly know she was on track as her moans would change volume or a groan would slip from her mouth. After a while of exploring the older woman would let out a whimper, an orgasm stinging her loins as she closer her legs around Molly's head and her pussy contracts with her climax. "Mmm, not my hardest orgasm, but the fact I did should be something to hang your hat on." Paula told Molly as she sat up and slid her hands to either side of Molly's head and pulled her up to her lips to share a kiss with her juice on Molly's lips. "I taste amazing." She quips, giggling as she lays back down but pulls Molly with her so the female is laying over her body. "Do I get to take my top off or do you have a clothing kink? Do you want to cover this MILF's shirt with your hot, sticky baby batter?" She asked in a seductive tone.
 
The moans and groans from Paula shifted but steadily grew in both volume and intensity until Molly felt herself being head-locked between Paula's strong thighs and her overflowing pussy. She kept licking the folds around the hole, slurping up all of the juices it produced as Paula had an orgasm and it was like the older woman said, maybe not her strongest but an orgasm nonetheless and a content smile spread across Molly's face as the woman in front of her pulled her face close for a post-orgasmic kiss and to savour her own fluids off of Molly's lips.
"What I really want to do is tear it off of you and leave it hanging in rags off your breasts," Molly said and slid her hands up the sides of Paula's torso, cupped them over her breasts and reached for the neckline with her fingers to show intent.
"And then I want to pound you into the mattress from behind, pound you until you don't remember your name."
 
Paula shared the kiss for a little longer until Molly pulled away and explained what she wanted to do. "As long as you give me a shirt to wear back to my apartment. Unless you want me to walk back topless for your own sick enjoyment." Paula had a wicked grin, it was clear she had a deviant side to her and wasn't much of a shy female either. "Do it Molly, tear my shirt and pound my cunt until I'm a drooling mess on your bed. Then, after you fill my pussy with your cum I want you to take a picture of your triumph and savor it whenever you want." Paula wanted Molly to be in control but the older woman did have her own fantasies. She loved hard fucking, one's that shook her very foundation and made her question her own name. "Don't afraid to get a little rough. A little hint for you, Angela is a fan of being slapped during hard sex, right across her face. A good slap makes her fuck even harder. I'm not sure if you knew that about your old friend, but she's a bit of a masochist." Paula explained as she began rubbing her bare cunt against Molly's hard cock.
 
Molly gave Paula one more quick kiss and then rolled them over until she was on top. She sat up on her knees straddling the older woman and with a look of lust and determination on her face she reached for the neckline of Paula's t-shirt and ripped it open, which took a lot more force than she had anticipated but once the fabric was torn and Paula's breasts were exposed she chuckled and nodding to herself followed the advice to not be afraid to get a little rough. She grabbed the breasts in her hands and kneaded them, then took the nipples between her fingers, twisted and pinched them, used them as little handle to jiggle the breasts with before pulling on them until the breasts stood upright like reversed ice-cream cones. She let go of the nipples and the breasts bounced back and once they did she slapped them with both hands back and forth a few times, not very hard but still roughly. All through this she locked eyes with Paula to see her reactions but then came the time for getting really serious about making the older woman forget how to speak in full sentences, to make her beg for both mercy and more in the same gasping, breathlessly incomplete sentence.

Molly turned Paula over on her stomach and told her to spread her ass cheeks while at the same time she positioned herself with her knees on either side of Paula's thighs to keep her from spreading them open. When the older woman did as she was told Molly aimed her big cock at that tight cunt and without much subtlety thrust it deep inside. She then laid down on to of Paula, her breasts pressing against the older woman's back and for a moment she just lay there pinning Paula down with the full weight of her body and nibbled on her neck and ears before eventually pulling her cock almost all the way back out of that tight but soaking wet cunt, slammed it back in as hard as she could and repeated this a few times before adding speed to force. She wrapped her right hand into Paula's blonde hair and lifted her head off the bed, turned it side ways and looked down at the older woman's face, looking into her eyes.
"Rough enough for you," she asked and with her hips moving relentlessly, pounding that tight cunt like a jackhammer, she raised her left hand and let it come down flat against Paula face and even if the slap was quite soft it was if nothing else a signal of intent and willingness to play as rough as Paula wanted to play.
 
Paula was ready for whatever Molly was going to do, she wanted the young female to explore her own sexuality and kinks. After the kiss the female moaned as her shirt was ripped open, giggling as she looked down at her exposed breasts. When her breasts were grabbed and kneaded like dough she moaned once more, her body responding positively to what the woman was doing. Her breasts were nowhere near as big as Angela's but Molly didn't seem to care, breasts were breasts to most cocked persons. When you saw one pair of breasts, you wanted to see the rest of them. The yank to her nipples had the older woman squealing, she giggled and blushed hard as her pussy convulsed with pleasure. She obviously loved it rough and her body responded as such.

When it was time for the main show Paula grunted as she was rolled over onto her stomach. Reaching back she did as she was told, like a good bitch she grabbed her cheeks and spread them for the cocked female. She spread her legs as much as she could with Molly straddling her legs then closed her eyes, she didn't want to know when the thrust was coming and preferred to be surprised. When the thrust came, one push stuffing the woman's thick cock into the older MILF's cunt she screamed into the bed. She wasn't in pain but the sudden force behind the full filling had the female around shuttering with an orgasm. Paula wasn't surprised by this, she loved it rough, she didn't even know she loved it rough until she had met Angela who also loved a more masochist fucking.

Feeling Molly's full weight on her body had the woman a moaning mess as she was fucked into submission. The gradual speed to the fucking had Paula welling with tears, not from pain but from how good the fucking felt. It was amazing, such a huge cock churning her insides and giving her little cunt the abuse it needed.

As her face was lifted her makeup was running down her cheeks from the tears and nod to Molly. "Yes, yes my mistress!" She answered the question and continued to be a simple fuck hole for the trans woman. At the slap Paula's eyes went wide but a smirk followed. "Come on now, slap me like you mean it!" She told Molly as she egged the woman on.
 
The second slap came down harder than the first on the smirking woman's face, but the look on that very same face told Molly it was still not hard enough and she realised that she was in a poor position to slap Paula's face hard enough to satisfy the moaning and whimpering older woman's taste for a rough treatment. Being that she was close to shooting a load herself she therefore pulled out, turned Paula over again, basically lifting her off the bed and flipping her like a burger or a pancake. The bed creaked considerably as Paula landed on her back and within mere seconds Molly was back inside her, pounding away as if her life depended on it and now she could slap that face until it was as red as a stop signal. She used both her hands slapping from left to right, right to left, giving both cheeks the same amount of abuse and between the feeling of empowerment and the tightness of Paula's cunt massaging her cock with each thrust it wasn't long before she had to decide whether to shoot inside Paula or pull out and spray her load all over that gorgeous body, those soft, round breasts, that mature face and lips, maybe even some in the blonde woman's hair. She decided for the latter and pulled out, placed her throbbing, leaking cock between Paula's breasts, roughly pressed the breasts together around the cock and kept thrusting until she let out a loud cry and blew a thick rope over Paula's neck. Then grabbing her cock lifted herself up and aimed for the face, the breasts and the hair. It felt as if she was never going to stop cumming. Even after no more semen shot ut of her cock the testicles were still cramping, her belly still contracting and her thighs trembling as if she had run a mile as fast as she could.

"Oh FUCK," she said and fell over backwards onto the bed between Paula's legs. Her belly still spasming and her thighs still trembling, the orgasm still continuing even though she was completely drained of semen. It was the first time this had happened to her and she began to giggle uncontrollably as if it was the only thing that made any sense to do. She didn't stop giggling until her thigh muscles stopped trembling and she could sit back up. She then lay down beside Paula and softly caressed her sweaty body and kissed her face gently, slurping up some of her own semen in the process.
"You ok?" she asked and kissed away a tear running down Paula's cheek before it mixed with the semen.
For a moment there as she had really started to slap Paula's face she had almost lost control over herself and was unsure just how hard she had actually slapped that face which was now glowing red.
 
With each slap turning her head Paula immediately turned back to the female who was slapping her. Her face was red, a hand print across her left cheek but the female was loving it. She had tears in her eyes, a natural reaction to being slapped by how tight her pussy was hugging the cock inside her was enough to tell Molly she was enjoying the abuse. Angela loved the same abuse, getting her hair pulled, being told what to wear, she loved it all in a true masochist way but wasn't sure how Molly would feel knowing her friend loved to be abused physically when it was consented. It was kind of her dirty little secret, something she had kept hidden since not a lot of people could satisfy a masochist without feeling guilty about it.

For the time being Paula was enjoying the hard fuck, her cunt turning bright red from the thick member abusing her. She was already on her second orgasm and that erupted once more as the milking continued. Molly was a natural and would get praise from the older woman but not until the job was done. She wanted to be a sore, cum covered mess and as the first load came she closed her eyes and felt the ropes of hot semen hitting her. She felt her neck covered in the goo, then her face, breasts and hair. She was going to look like a whore who was fucked hard and put away wet.

When Molly fell back onto her ass between Paula's legs the older woman took a moment to catch her breath and scrape some cum from over her eyelids. She giggled and sucked the fingers clean before sitting up. Paula joined in on the giggle fit and laid down just as Molly did. "I'm fine sweetheart, that was amazing and you're such a natural. I think I really woke up something inside of you and Angela is going to love it." Paula mused and returned some of the kisses.

"Next time take it easy on the slapping. Not that I didn't like it, but repeating it over and over the cheeks start to go numb. Space it out, I want to feel the full force behind the slap and not just a numbing feeling." Paula mused as she was continuing to give advice for the younger woman. "But you were great, I came twice and as you grow, I will cum more." She added and kissed the female once more. "Just so you know, and I'm sure you don't know this about your friend. Angela is a masochist, so take that information and talk to her about it if you really want to satisfy her." Paula said the finally relaxed as she was coming down from her orgasms.
 
Molly felt more than a little proud of herself for having given Paula two orgasms, or maybe three depending on whether it had been two while she was pounding her or if the oral orgasm was included. It didn't matter much to Molly. She had felt herself grow sexually as she took Paula's advice to take charge and become more assertive and dominant during sex. Even as she had gone down on Paula she had felt in control. She lapped up every word of praise from the milf by her side and took note of her suggestions for improvement.
"So Angela is a masochist huh?"
Molly had of course not known this before but it made perfect sense in a way because there was still that insecure chubby girl lurking underneath the confident knock out babe. She thought about it for a while as she lay there casually running her fingers over Paula's body and wondered just how much of a masochist her old friend was. She had seen videos and she had read about bdsm and all that stuff but it had never really struck a chord with her. It seemed far too complicated with all its rules and contraptions. What had just happened with Paula had struck a very deep and profpund chord in her though and she could easily imagine doing the same to Angela. Well, maybe not easily but she could imagine it.

She started giggling again as she imagined herself bending Angela over her lap and spanking her, or maybe coming home one day, grab her friend by the hair and pull her down to her knees and not let go until she had given her a blow job. She was sure there would be endless possibilities to play around with her newly awakened dominant side. And yet she hoped that there were those among Angela's friends who would enjoy doing the same to her, preferably a male friend. Suddenly she imagined herself in such a situation with Paula's son, whom she had not yet met.

"So now my lovely little slut I want you to put your shorts back on and go back down to your apartment exactly as you are."
Molly chuckled and gave Paula a long kiss, cupping her hand gently over the woman's mound.
"And when you come back up I want you in a nice dress with nothing on underneath, at all," she added and winked at Paula.
She was quite enjoying the feeling of being in charge and controlling what Paula should and should not wear.
 
Paula was enjoying the after sex cuddling and nod when Molly asked about Angela. "Oh yes, pull her hair, shove your cock down her throat and not release until you've filled her belly with cum. Make those wash board abs bloat with seed." Paula mused as she looked up at the ceiling and felt the hot cum on her face slowly drying and knew her hair was a mess. "Call her a cunt, slut, bitch, slap her face, her tits, her ass, whatever and wherever your hands can touch. She loves her nipples to be pulled on and fingers in her mouth while you're fucking her from behind." Paula mused as she let Molly in on some of the sexual events her friend liked.

"Sexy clothing, within the legal limits outside but behind doors anything goes. She has told me she would love to find someone to make her suck them off while they drive. Or a quickie in a changing room. She's not as into BDSM items, but she does enjoy blindfolds, gags, handcuffs and even being forced to drink the cum out of a condom." Paula added and knew this was a bit out there for most but felt everyone had a freaky side.

Siting up when given the order to walk to her apartment as she was the female nod. "Yes my mistress." She mused and leaned down to enjoy the kiss. When she was done she got off the bed and pulled her shorts on. "I will put on a sexy number for you. My son will never know the reason behind the dress." Paula giggled and walked to the bathroom and let out a laugh. Molly would hear the click of a picture being taken as she snapped a selfie in the mirror.

Walking back to the bedroom she took Molly's hands. "Walk me to the door." She said and when they walked to the living room and to the door it opened with Angela walking inside. The woman saw how fucked up Paula was and bust out laughing. "Good job Molly!" She cheered and gave her friend a fist bump. "Making her walk home like that?" She asked as Paula nod. "Yes, it's so exciting!" Paula said and was quick to leave as she scurried home.

Angela chuckled and closed the door, the woman was covered in sweat, her spandex outfit leaving little to the imagination of her curves. Her veins were popping from the weight training and abs defined from the ab work out.
 
"Be sure to send me a copy of that," Molly said when she heard the click of Paula's phone in the bathroom.
She then gave Paula her phone number and with a smile thought it would be a nice start to a little trophy album of all the girls and boys she was sure she would get to have sex with over the next few years. She would make sure to get one of Angela as well in a similar state the next time the two engaged with each other.
"My eyes only of courses," she added as if to reassure the older woman that she was not going to post the photo online the second it reached her phone.
She then explained her line of thinking in requesting a copy of that selfie as she took the mess of a woman by the hand and led her through the living room towards the door.

When they met Angela coming back to the apartment Molly returned the fist bump with a content chuckle. She then gave Paula a goodbye kiss and closing the door behind her turned her attention to her friend.
"And you've been to the gym I see," she said and ran her eyes over Angela's body much more shamelessly than she had ever run her eyes over anyone's body before.
There seemed little point in the clothes she was wearing since the only difference between that and her being nude was that her sex was not actually visible and of course the colour they added to her appearance. Even the nipples were showing as clearly as if they had been fully exposed.
Sexy within legal limits outside, Molly thought to herself, remembering Paula's words, and wondered briefly how much more exposed Angela could be without being naked. Of course she figured that what Paula had meant was mini skirts that barely covered Angela's round ass and tops that barely covered her magnificent breasts. Not unlike the way her friend dressed at home.

She also pondered a few other ideas that Paula had put in her head. Maybe some day before classes began in a few months they could rent a car and go for a road trip. She would drive and then once they were out on the open road she'd just reach over, grab Angela by the hair and pull her head down into her own lap and tell her to start sucking.
"Well I think I need a shower and fresh clothes and then I'll get started with dinner," Molly said and broke her stare.
"I hope you weren't expecting me to ravage you in that outfit because I'm afraid Paula used it all up, at least for the next few hours."

With that said Molly headed into the bathroom and took a long shower to wash away the sweat she had worked up while pounding Paula into a mindless bliss. She then towelled off and walked back to her room wearing nothing but her birthday suit, put on underwear and a short dark green v-neck dress. She had requested for Paula to dress up so she would do the same. She then applied some light make up and headed for the kitchen where she prepared a simple dish of falafels with a cous cous salad with diced cucumbers and red peppers to be served with two dipping sauces, one with yoghurt and freshly chopped mint, the other with yoghurt and sambal Oelek.
 
Angela put her gym bag by the washer and driver after opening the sliding doors. She would wash them later once she had enough clothing for a full load. After she turned to Molly and smiled. "Looked like you fucked and beat the shit out of her. She let you in on her little secret didn't see?" Angela asked, giggling as Angela's own masochist kink had bled over to Paula after she got a taste of the lifestyle. Angela was a bit of a switch, she liked to be dominated and abused but a lover, but she also liked to dish it out to those she knew was weaker than her. Not that Molly was weak, but she was more the receiver than the giver when it came to being dominant. Angela was both, with her liking to be on the receiving end.

"Well, a post workout fuck would have been nice, but if you're just shooting air then I'll wait until later to be thoroughly covered." Angela shot a wink to her friend before heading to her own room to shower and wash up. Angela wanted to make a good first impression with Paula's son, the boy was very important to Paula and she didn't want to look like a whore to the guy.

Angela saw the dinner as the perfect chance to show off her new dress, she has yet to wear it and wanted to see what Molly and the others thought about it. Changing into the multi-colored dress she did her makeup and heard Molly in the kitchen. Heading out of her room and into the open living area she did a twirl for Molly. "What do you think? It's new, I haven't worn it yet but wanted to try a dress that wasn't super short." Angela said as she stayed within view of Molly so she could tell her what she thought.

As Angela waited for a response Molly's phone went off with a text from Paula and the picture attached. "You can share it with friends! No posting on the web but be sure to share with friends and tell them I'm such a whore!" The text had added to it as Paula was clearly enjoying Molly's attention.
 
It was true that the dress was longer than what she imagined Angela usually wearing but the way it clung to her body and how low the neck line was cut it was still one hell of a sexy dress. It really enhanced her ass and breasts but it also looked classy.
"Looks great on you," Molly said as she prepped a large pot with a mix of rapeseed oil and coconut oil in which she would deep fry the falafels once their guests had arrived. The sauces were done and the cous cous prepared. All that was really left to do was to dice the cucumbers and red peppers and as Molly began that task she tried to think of a way to bring up the topic of Angela's masochistic side without mentioning that Paula had told her about it.

"Y'know it felt really different when I took charge with Paula, at her request mind you. I mean ... it was as if everything was enhanced and elevated to a whole different level, every sensation, every touch, even just standing over her rubbing my penis while watching her make herself orgasm."
Molly looked over her shoulder at Angela and took a sip of the beer she had gotten out of the fridge.
"Hell even when I went down on her and gave her an oral orgasm I was in control and loving it. And the best thing about it was the way she enjoyed it, being ordered around, told to masturbate for me."
Molly checked her friend's reaction to the play by play of what had happened while she was busy working out. Was there a hint of arousal, would she say anything to acknowledge what Paula had told Molly about her preference for being slapped and humiliated during sex.

The way things were going between the two old friends it would have to come out eventually but it wasn't something Molly felt entirely comfortable sitting Angela down to have a talk about, at least not one that began with: So, rumour around the apartment has it that you're something of a masochist. She felt much more comfortable starting that conversation with giving Angela an opening to tell her about it. She had after all not really had anyone to talk to about sex in such an open way until now. Back before Leo left for Seattle he and Angela had rarely talked about sex at all and on the rare occasions the topic had come up it had mostly been giggles and jokes.
 
Angela smoothed out the dress over her abs and walked over to the mirror by the front door. She turned to show a few different angles, nodding as she liked the dress as well. "It's my first time wearing it. I bought it and kind of forgot about it." Angela mused before heading into the kitchen, bumping rumps with Molly before grabbing plates and silverware to set the table. Going to the cabinet she got out cloth napkins she used for special occasions and placed on at each chair.

When Molly began to talk about her experience with Paula the woman didn't stop setting the table, but did bite her lip as she thought about what Molly could do to her. It was a secret that she had even kept from some of her other friends besides Molly. Not everyone agreed with a masochist on their choice of lifestyle and Angela was one of the rare ones that didn't let it run her life. She preferred the saying 'Lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets' where she would be treated like a whore behind closed doors. Or have subtle tells she was a masochist, like wearing collars or sneaking away in public for a quickie with some slapping and choking.

It had taken years for Angela to realize she loved that kind of life, to feel the pain mix with her pleasure and feel orgasms that shook her to the very core.

Coming out of her daze the female blinked a few times. "Oh yes, Paula was very vanilla when I met her. It was an experience opening her eyes to a different world of sex." Angela left it at that, hinting that it was her that helped Paula realize that mixing pain and pleasure was something of a godsend. Having your nipples twisted while getting a rough fucking had given Paula one of the hardest orgasms of her life, and Angela remembered that day in full detail and how the MILF squirt her orgasm all over her chest and cunt.

"I bet you enjoyed it more than you thought you would. I doubt you pegged Paula for a sort of masochist." There it was, Angela used the word and obviously knew what it meant. It was the woman's favorite word to describe her own sexual preference. "It's not for everyone, but when done right and void of most BDSM acts, it can be a lot of fun and really heighten someones sexual arousal." She added just as she got to the kitchen to make some fresh lemonade.
 
"To be honest I didn't think I had it in me when she first suggested I'd take control and as she put it fuck her silly," Molly said and brought the bowl with the salad in to the table.
"But then it came surprisingly easy once I got into the role."
She put a large spoon on the salad and looked at Angela.
"Double dare pinky swear," she said using a phrase the two had used between them before revealing a secret no one else could know about.
"At the end when I began slapping her face I almost lost control and that was kind of scary. and she did mention that it had been a bit much, that I should space out the slaps more over time rather than just numbing her cheeks."
She then took up her phone and opened the photo Paula had sent and showed it to Angela.
"Something tells me she'll be wearing quite a bit of make up tonight to cover that up," she said as she looked at the selfie of Paula with her pink t-shirt ripped to shreds, a face as red as a traffic light, and a very clear hand imprint on her right cheek.

The two were then interrupted by the doorbell and putting her phone away Molly went to open the door for their guests. Paula looked stunning in a short red dress and black stockings. She had put her hair up in a loose bun that opened up her face which was indeed covered in layers of make up to hide the signs of the face slapping Molly had given her. Molly gave the older woman a friendly hug and then over her shoulder smiled at the rather handsome man that stood behind her in black jeans with a white turtle neck and a dark brown corduroy jacket.
"And you must be Jordan," she said and gave him a hug as well.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but it's still lovely to meet you. Come on in. Dinner will be ready in just a few moments."
 
Angela finished setting the table and took the salad from Molly, placing it in the middle then putting a pair of salad tongs in the bowl. Hearing what all went on with Paula had the female smirked then as she heard the pink swear routine they're share when a secret was about to be told, Angela nod and turned to her friend. Hearing what Molly did had Angela nodding and she offered some advice. "It's all about staying fresh." Angela said as she walked over and stood in front of Molly. "Too many smacks right after the other will numb the skin, it's just your bodies way of saying its had enough. The way you smack also makes a difference." Placing her hand flat to Molly's cheek the female demonstrated. "Keep your palm flat, you want to spread the slap over the most surface area you can for a proper slap. Any curve to your hand and you risk it feeling more of a punch then you do a slap." Angela said then showed Molly by giving a tap to her cheek and letting her feel the entire palm. Then she did it with her fingers curved up and the first thing to hit Molly's cheek was the top of her palm and first digits of her fingers, creating a central point that would hurt.

"Keeping someone on their toes is important if you want to dominate them. Not just that, but to make sure they know you're the mistress and they're your toy." Angela added and was about to go into detail as if she was an expert on it but stopped as she heard the bell go off.

Smiling at Paula she hugged the female then her son. The image that Angela had seen on Molly's phone was impressive, but she also saw the results as Paula had to layer on the makeup. Molly was new to sex, let alone being a dominant woman so it was going to take practice. Luckily for the female, she had a great teacher living with her even if Angela hadn't known that Molly know's her dirty secret.

"Likewise, mom says you're Angela's new roommate. I haven't met the woman but I have to guess this is her." Jordan said as he smiled at Angela and hugged her once more. "I actually wanted to thank you, mom said you took her out of the serious slump she was in after the divorce. I felt horrible for having to leave for college but was thankful she found a good friend." Jordan shared and Angela smiled wide.

"No need to thank me, your mom is a great friend and I take care of my friends." Angela said then led the group over to the table. "I didn't make dinner, but I did a fantastic job of staying out of the way." Angela joked, getting a chuckle out of Paula and Jordan as they sat down. "We'll get the wine and glasses." Angela took Molly by the hand and led her to the kitchen, it wasn't too far away due to the smaller apartment but far enough. "He's a cutie." She whispered to Molly while getting the wine out of the cabinet and letting Molly get the glasses.
 
While Jordan was busy with Angela Molly gave Paula a serious look and raised an eye brow. Paula looked over at her son and Angela to make sure neither of them were looking and since Jordan had his back towards her she did lift up the skirt of her dress to show Molly that she had followed the instructions she had been given and wore nothing under the dress.
"Good girl," Molly mouthed and winked at Paula before returning to the kitchen where she deep fried the chick pea balls in the oil and then after having let them sit on a cutting board covered in paper towels to let the paper soak up the excess fat she placed them on a serving tray along with another pair of tongs and walked over to the table where the other three were already seated. Angela had sat down next to Jordan leaving Molly to sit next to Paula. Whether or not this was so she could observe the new dynamic between the two or pure coincidence was hard to tell but Molly wasn't one to complain since it meant she had a great view of Jordan.
"Dig in please," she said and held her hand out towards the food.
She then turned her attention to Jordan with a smile.
"So you mum says you study musical art," she said and plated up some salad on her plate followed by two falafels and a drizzle each of the two sauces.
"I'm going for visual art myself but I used to play the piano before. Haven't tickled the ivory in any sort of serious manner in a few years now though."
As she said this she felt Paula's left foot touch her right foot and she bit her lips. Was the woman seriously playing footsie with her right in front of her son or was that too pure coincidence.
 
Angela put a napkin over her lap and as Molly said to dig in she made her plate. Much like Molly's she used the two sauces and kept quite as Molly started the conversation. "Oh yes, I love music, all genre's and what it takes to create such tunes. From auto-tune to techno, it's not really the song that interests me at times but the work put into making such beats. I've found myself taking old music, running it through my laptop and breaking down the different instruments and how they work well with each other. It's a nerd thing to do but it's important to know how well instruments work with each other if you want to create a good beat." Jordan explained as Paula giggled.

"You got him started." She teased as the two shared a laugh and Angela chuckled as she covered her mouth. "By all means, be a nerd. Being passionate about something should never be apologized for." Angela mused as Paula gave a nod. "He's very passionate about music and computers, not in a super geeky way but in a more curious and need to understand way. He's deeply analytical when it comes to information and obtaining it." Paula said as Jordan gave a nod.

"Mom always understood this, dad not so much." He said which gave a hint into why Jordan was closer to his mother and didn't move to Florida with his father. "Sounds like you chose the right parent, then." Angela said as it seemed all at the table had that in common when it came to divorces.

"You said you were into visual art, I've dabbled in that with combining it with my music interest. Each frequency, each beat, each tone creates a different wave length. I've used that to create some images that were quite striking." Jordan said as he got his phone out and opened an album with the art in it. "The first one I combined the chorus to Back in Black from AC/DC with the backdrop of New York." He said as it showed the image and was quite striking. "The second one is the guitar rendition of the Star Spangled Banner by Jimmy Hendrix." He added as it was clear the guitar solo was quite intense.
 
Molly agreed that while a piece of music of course was a whole and should be appreciated as such , that whole was made from individual parts, each instrument playing a specific role to create the whole. She also added that if you took each individual instrument and had those exact same parts played by a different musician the whole would change accordingly due to each individual musicians approach to the instrument as well as the melodic, harmonic and rhythmic patterns.
"Not to mention the difference that occurs if each individual part is recorded separately from the others rather than all together as an ensemble."
She often picked apart music and broke it down into individual parts herself but rather than using a computer to do so she did so in her head, focused on a specific instrument and how it related to another, or all of the other instruments together. It was something she also did with art. She could spend hours in front of a painting, picking it apart into the relations between various techniques used, the structure of each brush stroke, choice and layering of base colours (her own favourites being raw sienna on top of Madder lake red).

She nodded at both Angela's and Paula's interjections. There certainly was nothing wrong with being deeply passionate about something, whether it was music, art, cooking or cookie jars, and also when push came to shove perception of the world and all its facets was all about information, how it was obtained and processed, and there was most definitely nothing wrong with being curious. This made her smile and linger for a while on the question of just how curious Jordan was when it came to things other than computers, music and information, things like girls, boys and most specifically about special girls like herself. She let her eyes linger a while on his lips and tried to imagine whether or not he was a good kisser and then, due to the experiences she had had over the past twenty four hours, if he gave good blowjobs. the smile widened and then she chuckled softly. There was something about him that was beginning to cause an issue in her panties.

She took the phone when Jordan held it out towards her and nodded as she looked at the images he had created using music. They were not bad. The second one was especially striking and she could easily see it as wallpaper, much the same way Warhol had done in the mid sixties. It could also have been the result of Jackson Pollock's action painting, if Pollock had been more mathematical in his approach to the canvas.
"So is that the full length version of Hendrix deconstruction of The Star-Spangled Banner or just a part of it," she asked to steer away from the fact that while she appreciated the images and the creative effort behind them she was not super impressed with their artistic value.
She also offered a bit of constructive critique by suggesting the image might have been even more effective had it been printed on a dark background.

She then took out her own phone and showed him the transitional self-portrait she had done when she first started getting serious about oil painting.
"This was my first really serious work," she said and told Jordan to pass the phone to his mother once he was done looking at it.
"I've done a few more similar paintings over the years but that one is the important one."
The latest of her transitional paintings was no more than a few months old and showed the same motive except it was a nude where the Leo half was the imagined part, except fot the one detail the two halves shared, her cock. She thought about showing it but decided against it. It could be fun to see what Jordan made of her from the one painting she had shown him.
 
Jordan didn't have a problem with the criticism as it was mild and expected as he was fairly new to the art. The honestly and appreciation from the fellow artist was nice though and struck his interest. He didn't have the same naughty thoughts that Molly was having but he did appreciate the woman for her mind. "It's sort of new, I definitely prefer the holder songs, though. While I appreciate the more electrical sound of new music and the fact a single person can create an entire band using a computer, I enjoy the rough texture of the songs from the past." He tells the two women as Angela nod as she enjoyed older songs as well.

"It probably helps that when I was pregnant with Jordan that I put headphones on my belly and played the Beatles, Metallica, Twisted Sister and many more songs from my era." Paula added in as Angela got a laugh out of it. "That'll do it, I also enjoy older songs, even songs from the fifties. I have a few titles I like from todays era but if I had to choose, its the songs from the old days I enjoy more." Angela mused and went back to eating her meal before it got cold.

Jordan put down his fork and took the phone from Molly. Looking at the photo of the painting he smiled a bit and zoomed in on a few areas of the painting. "Very detailed, and the emotion of it is caught perfectly." He said as he had clearly caught the fact that Molly was a transsexual.

Handing the phone to his mother he looked back over to Molly. "How long have you been transitioning for?" He asked as he didn't show disgust at all and found it quite interesting. He was a curious mind and while Paula could have told Molly the male was bisexual, she wanted Molly to see it for herself.
 
Molly did agree with the general consensus that music from a much less technological era was better than most things that came out today. She did however feel a need to mention that there were newer bands that still did things the old way who made absolutely lovely music. She mentioned a few that had mainly been active during her life time. Among them were Boris, Mamiffer, Queen Elephantine and a handful others.
"I actually learned the riff to Master of Puppets on piano. I know it sounds strange perhaps but it actually sounds even weirder than that. Still sounds pretty cool though," she told Paula when she mentioned having played Metallica among other bands to Jordan while he was still growing inside her.

She nodded at Jordan's comments regarding her painting and then as he asked the question that showed that he had picked up on her secret she sought out his eyes with her own as if to evaluate his reaction to this discovery. She found nothing in the look her gave her other than curiousity.
"I've been on hormones since I was fifteen but I've been dressing and living the part since I started high school." she said and explained how she had never really felt like a boy growing up, how she had convinced Angela to play dress up with her, or rather with Leo, all without taking her eyes off of Jordan.
 
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