Her Mirror
Keywords: Mirror, Her,
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Laura Marie was alone in her apartment. She was getting ready to go out and meet friends, they had a night of good food, convivial wine and dancing planned, a celebration. It was the end of three long years at college, all her close circle had landed good jobs, although scattered across the country. Laura Marie stepped into a pair of sheer lace panties, bending to pull them up her long, slim runner's legs, giving a feminine twist of her hips to settle them into place, sliding her fingers and thumbs under the hem between her thighs and over the thin ribbon side ties to smooth their lines against her soft skin. Turning to look at the effect in a plate glass mirror, she saw an athletic young women with dark blonde hair, curling under to the base of her neck, pleasingly defined muscles and flat stomach, toned from a daily two mile run and regular sessions at the gymnasium. Laura Marie liked to keep herself in very good shape. She had landed the job she really wanted, in the college library, right here in town, Research Assistant to Professor Janet Wills, Abnormal Psychology, Anthropology and Forensic Psychiatry.
The Mirror, Laura Marie thought of it like that, with a capital the Mirror, it was a recent acquisition for her almost bare apartment. The sheer lace bra she lifted from her bed, matching her panties was new too, it was slightly padded and the soft gel inserts pushed her already large breasts up and in, mounding them into a very impressive cleavage. Laura Marie cupped her breasts in her palms and gently squeezed them so that her pale skin could be seen through the sheer mesh, her thumbs brushed lightly across her dark nipples, bringing them to life, making peaks against the thin lace, she liked it very much when they did that, especially when they showed through her jumpers, it made the men look and her fell shivery. Laura Marie had found the apartment and moved in only last month; she was still buying pieces of furniture as she could afford them. Turning to face the Mirror she spread her legs, running her hands from her hips, across her taught stomach and over her now bulging breasts. 'Yes,' she said in confirmation to herself. You could see her prominent nipples and the tiny patch of hair through the thin, café au lait colored lace. It was just the effect she wanted to achieve when she had bought them; expensive mistress or courtesan. Laura Marie intended to get laid tonight.
She loved her new Mirror; it almost filled the dressing alcove, taller than her 5' 7'', in a minimalist polished wood frame. Best of all she had got it dirt cheap, at a one off clearance sale. The flyer advertising the sale had been on Professor Wills' desk, but when Laura Marie asked, the Professor couldn't remember where she had picked it up. The Professor was a known collector so a dealer may have sent it.
Laura Marie sat on the edge of her only real extravagance, a huge emperor sized water bed, piled high with cloud soft pillows, feather mattress cover, soft toy Piglet, Pooh Bear and duck down duvet. Laura Marie loved her bed; she got a lot of pleasure from it, one way or another. The sheer black, lace topped, thigh high hose were next, rolled along each long leg to hold around the tops of her slim thighs.
The manager at the furniture sale had been a little odd she thought, preoccupied. Laura Marie was used to men not looking in her eyes, they normally fixed on her tight blouse, usually undone a little too low with a glimpse of bra or her crotch and ass in figure hugging skintight pants. This guy just avoided looking at her at all. When she showed him the flyer he had taken her directly to the Mirror, 'I was told you would like this piece, but you seem younger than I imagined?' he had said. Laura Marie assumed he thought she was the Professor but said nothing because she had fallen in love with the Mirror; she just had to have it.
Standing again she adjusted her hose in the Mirror to lie just right, a circle of enticing flesh exposed above the slight indentation where the stretch lace stocking tops gripped her inner thighs. The light from the room behind her shone between her thighs at their tops, 'room enough for a man's clenched fist to rest' she had read in a collection of Victorian erotica, she thought the description perfect. Laura Marie preferred hold up hose to stockings and never, ever wore pantyhose, which she thought very unattractive and not at all conducive to her hobby.
The two salesroom deliverymen had complained bitterly about the Mirror, expressing their surprise at the unusually heavy weight for its size. She had persuaded them to move it to where it now was, reflecting the whole of her bedroom. Their loud complaints had died away as she had 'accidentally' bent from the waist to pick something up from the floor in front of them. Her very short flared skirt had neatly framed her tight rear, uncovered but for a sheer black net thong. Laura Marie knew the underwear displayed rather than concealed the split mound between the inner curve of her upper thighs, and she took her time so they could take in the darker frill of flesh visible through the thin mesh. Laura Marie loved teasing. She enjoyed the effect her body had on men, most of whom considered it to be very hot and extremely fuckable; many had in fact told her just that in a variety of circumstances. If the older deliveryman hadn't been quite so overweight and just a little less sweaty, she would have considered doing them both on the Spanish tiled kitchen floor before they left.
Laura Marie was very bright and intelligent, healthy, fit, very attractive and had an addiction. She didn't take drugs, gamble or drink excessively; instead she fucked a lot of people. She fucked all the time. She collected men and women like other people collected porcelain or stamps, as a hobby. Most were conventional one night stands, a few were quick opportunities in exiting or unusual locations, a very few lasted some weeks, Laura Marie was not much into relationships, she was more into orgasms. She had an elaborately embroidered sampler on the wall above her bed, very twee until you read its motto:
'Boys cum and go but girls just cum and keep on cumming.'
The little black dress was next, simple, a classic and she thought it very sexy against her pale skin. In the Mirror she saw the dress mould itself to her lithe body, the scoop neckline showing her enhanced cleavage to the best effect.
Last were the simple black heels, high enough to throw her pelvis forward, sharp bones jutting against the black cloth and giving a roll to her hips, but comfortable enough in which to dance. Laura Marie flung her hands above her head and spun around watching herself in the Mirror, the hemline of the short dress rode up just enough to show the lace thigh high tops.
'I'm ready, but are you all ready for me,' she said out loud, very pleased with herself, anticipating the reactions she would get and the delicious thrill of picking someone to fuck.
She was very unnerved by a chorus of deep male voices filling her room, seemingly from everywhere and nowhere,
'Fuck, yes!' She heard them say in ragged unison, her pale grey eyes went wide in alarm and then Laura Marie's cozy little world went all to hell.
In her fresher year Laura Marie had gone to the showers after the home basketball team had won the College series to offer herself as a reward. It had been all feeling hands and probing fingers, tongues and mouths. She particularly recalled being held down, spread wide across a wooden bench while someone used a soapy mop handle as a dildo. When it had been slid into her ass she remembered there had been cheering. Oddly enough only three of the team had actually plucked up the courage and fucked her, that time. She had got home late, a little sore and leaking sperm into her panties.
This was different, this was totally unexpected and utterly beyond her control. She could only think she must have fallen asleep after her shower and was dreaming, none of this could be really happening. Laura Marie couldn't see very much, what light there was, was too dim and she felt as though she was buried in the centre of a pile of writhing, wriggling bodies. Something was grabbing her breasts and what felt like fingers pulled her nipples sharply. A rough hand was huge between her legs, its thick probing fingers and thumb trying to spread her, open her like a fleshy clam. Another slimmer fingered hand was grasping one of her buttocks, a long finger running its tip around the puckered flesh of her ass.
It felt like unnumbered hands were touching and squeezing, pulling at all her limbs, in different directions so that she was spread, a human starfish, naked, totally helpless, wide open, unable to prevent any of the intrusive indecencies she could feel being done to her by these strangers.
Laura Marie would have actually enjoyed the experience if she had known about it in advance, been prepared and at least had some idea who it was touching her. She opened her mouth to shout at them to stop a moment and tell her where she was, who they were, but the instant her lips parted something smooth and resilient was rammed into it. Laura Marie was not sure what it was; she had tasted many men and swallowed a lot of semen since her teens, but this was quite different. The shape and general dimensions were about right, if a little large for a normal man, but it flexed! It twisted in her throat like she imagined a snake would. Laura Marie was not really into doing animals, she had seen a live act with some eels once but was sure it was faked. No, she decided that whatever was in her mouth it was not a snake, it didn't feel like a reptile. It was working back and forth in her throat and was leaking some fluid from its tip that tasted a little like semen, salty and with the consistency of thick paste. It burned her throat a little as she swallowed and she quickly felt light headed. Laura Marie felt the probe in her throat swell and constrict, as if something inside had passed along the length of it, between her lips and into her mouth.
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Keywords: Mirror, Her,