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				The Baroness 
				  Part III 
				    by 
				Master Baron 
	 
	 This is an encounter the Baroness dreamed about the night
	 after her Master returned back to his home in NJ.
	 
	 There was a bank of candles on the mantle, and the aroma
	 machine was programmed to emit sensuous odor of pure musk. My
	 nostrils flared as I responded to the aphrodisiac scent. My
	 lover would be home soon, and I could hardly wait.
	 
	 I fluffed up my blonde hair and examined my reflection in the
	 full length mirror. It was a stimulating sight, if I do say
	 so myself, I wore nothing except a slim-cut silk slip with
	 spaghetti straps that glided over my sleek curves like a
	 dream. My boobs shifted enticingly behind the silk as I moved
	 to dab perfume behind my ears and knees. 
	 
	 And then the telephone rang, sending all my romantic plans
	 crashing down. "I'm sorry, Baroness but your Master is unable
	 to return tonight and see you. The weather is being difficult.
	 I'll be stuck in Pennsylvania for another night. You have
	 permissin to play with yourself until I can get a flight out
	 of here".   Damn and double damn! I couldn't remember the
	 last time I'd felt so frustrated. My pussy, which had been
	 oozing out tiny dribbles of good feeling all day, started to
	 get ansy. I didn't want to cheat on my lover, but I needed
	 something and I needed it now! Trembling slightly, I pulled
	 the slip over my head and stood naked in front of the
	 full-length mirror.
	 
	 I looked as if I were burning. My boobs were firm and high,
	 taut globes ready for action. My nipples were as hard as
	 pencil points. There was a faint, flush across my chest that
	 communicated my desire more clearly than words. I touched my
	 collarbone to feel the heat coming off my skin, and then I
	 touched my own nipple. And then I was stroking my boobs with
	 both hands.
	 
	 Closing my eyes for a moment I concentrated on the tactile
	 sensations. Fireworks flashed against the dark screen of my
	 mind, telling me I was dangerously close to losing control. I
	 opened my eyes and stumbled for the kitchen, as I suddenly
	 remembered a zucchini with a fascinating shape.
	 
	 The firm, green vegetable that i selected was roughly the size
	 and shape of my lover's dick. I rubbed some olive oil into
	 the glossy peel to shine it up, my fingers simultaneously
	 testing the firmness. It wasn't my lover's dick but it would
	 do. And, honestly, there was something wickedly stimulating
	 about the idea of fucking myself without any help.
	 
	 I turned toward the bedroom and then back. It's funny how
	 women tend to be so much less imaginative about masturbating
	 then they are about screwing. I'd planned on a living room
	 encounter and a living room encounter I was determined to
	 have.
	 
	 My bare skin tingles as I spread myself out on the dark, soft
	 leather couch. The only light came from the dancing candles on
	 the mantle, but I could smell pussy musk and French perfume,
	 in addition to the magic odor coming from the aroma machine.
	 Each time I inhaled I took another snort of concentrated sex.
	 Mmmm, that was nice. I'd never had time to pay much attention
	 to details like that when I was with my Master.
	 
	 I diddled the zucchini between my tits to warm it up. The
	 vegetable wasn't the only thing that got warm. My boobs
	 tingled from the kinky contact, especially when I started
	 pulling the veggie in and out of my cleavage in a fucking
	 motion. Shivers of pleasure radiated out from each of my
	 nipples.
	 
	 Ooh, I was getting too hot to hold back. Kicking my legs
	 wise so that one foot wound up propped up on the back of the
	 couch and the other wound up planted firmly on the carpet. I
	 slowly moved the zucchini down from my boobs to my pussy.
	 
	 And then I fucked myself, slowly at first, almost dreamily. I
	 didn't intend to speed up my self-fucking motions, but
	 somehow I was doing it. My hand blurred as I screwed myself
	 faster and faster. My whole body seemed to kick like a wild
	 pony when I spasmed into an orgasm so powerful that I almost
	 blacked out.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 

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