Chapter 1: Three Wishes
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Fa/ft, Consensual, Lesbian, Science Fiction, Incest, Mother, Daughter, BDSM, FemaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, Sadistic, Torture, White Female, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, Violent, .
Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: Three Wishes - Wishes can be wonderful things, but when misspoke, all kinds of bad things can happen. In this case, a young woman, who has just found true love makes a wish that changes the world forever.
Andrea Case looked at the display in the Smithsonian. "I can't believe that it's out here in public," she said to herself.
It was nestled in the middle of other rings, most of which were more impressive. It was simple gold ring, with a small dull red stone on it. Above it was a card that said: "Ancient Sumerian Ring – Stone Type Unknown."
The thirty year old dirty blonde shook her head, if they only knew. She had spent three years searching the world looking for this fabled ring. All the academics thought it was just a myth, but everything in her being told her that the stories were based on truth. After flying over a hundred thousand miles searching, she wound up back only a hundred miles from her home in Virginia. It had been here all the time, waiting for her.
It was weekday afternoon, just a week before Thanksgiving. The museum was almost empty.
She let out a sigh. "Might as well get this over with," she muttered. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out the small hammer that she kept in her car for emergencies. She walked up to the glass case, and with two raps shattered it.
Alarms went off, and a heavy security gate came slamming down. She reached down pulling the ancient ring out from amongst the glass shards, and slipped it onto her index finger. It fit perfectly.
If I'm wrong, I'm going to jail, she thought.
"I wish that no one will notice that this ring was stolen," she whispered.
There was a flash of white light, and everything was restored to as it was. There was no alarm and no security doors. The glass case was in one piece. All the rings were still inside, save the one Andrea took. The spot where it had been was empty, and there was no marker.
The amateur archeologist slipped the ring into her pocket and strolled out of the museum.
When she got back to her hotel room, Andrea pulled out the ring and flipped it over in her fingers. It was worn and tarnished with small pits all over it. The band on the far side of the stone was worn down to the point where it was just a few millimeters thick. She marveled at how fragile it looked. But when she put it on it didn't feel that way.
I have just two wishes left, she thought. What to use them on?
She pulled out her list. The usual top of the list wishes did not apply to her. Her parents were independently wealthy. It was their generous stipend that allowed her to pursue her obsession with this ring. She felt no need to wish for riches.
What she really wanted was the only thing she was lacking: Love. She had had the opportunity to do so much, but none of it seemed to matter without someone to do it with. Her heart ached with loneliness. What she wanted was true love.
She sat down at the table and wrote down the exact wording of her wish. She had read enough stories to know that wishes could be twisted to have unintended consequences. She worked it over for a half hour until she was satisfied.
Andrea stood up; put on the ring again, cleared her throat, and spoke with a concise voice. "I wish that my soul mate, the love of my life, will knock on my front door right now."
There was white flash of light then a knock on the door. A voice could be heard. "Honey, the key card doesn't work."
She opened the door to see a woman that just took her breath away. She was a brunette in her mid-twenties, with large brown eyes you could get lost in. She had full pouting lips and an incredible body. Her breasts were large and full and her hips were wide and round. She had a narrow waist. Other details could not be seen, as she was wearing a black cocktail dress.
Andrea stood in stunned silence for what seemed an eternity, her mouth gaped open.
This strange woman did the same thing. Evidently, she liked what she saw as well. She was the first to break the silence. "I-I'm sorry. Is this room 1514?"
Andrea smiled and shook her head. "This is 1415. You're a floor too low."
"I'm sorry; I think I'm in the wrong room."
Taking a step forward, she bridged the gap between them. Now they were only inches apart; their breasts almost touching. "Are you sure about that?" Andrea whispered. She put her right hand on the side of her face and traced her full lips with her thumb.
The other girls let out a gasp then a moan. "Oh my God!" she gasped.
"I'm Andrea, by the way."
"Becky," she moaned.
The wisher leaned in and kissed her luscious red lips. To both of them, it was bliss on a level that neither of them had ever experienced. Their tongues intertwined with each other as they moaned with desire.
Without saying a word, or breaking their lip lock, they stumbled into Andrea's hotel room. Somehow, the door got closed. They frantically undressed each other.
Everything about Becky's body was perfect; from her small dark areolas on her D breasts, to her neatly trimmed bush. And she seemed equally pleased with Andrea's firm B-cup breasts with large pale nipples and her bare pubes.
Both of their physical arousal was evident from the moisture that was glistening between both of their labia.
Becky blushed from Andrea's lustful stare. "I-I've never ... you know, with a woman before."
Andrea thought her inability to say the words was so cute. She placed her hand on her full hips. "Don't worry. I'll show you everything," she whispered, as she leaned in for another kiss. Their bare nipples touched for the first time, causing both of them to moan in pleasure.
Andrea pushed her new lover onto the bed then quickly joined her. She licked and teased Becky's nipples on her way down her body. When Andrea's tongue touched her clit, the brunette cried out, as a massive orgasm hit. Her hips bucked, and Andrea grabbed her thighs and held on.
Andrea kept lapping away, causing Becky to come time after time. Soon her orgasms overlapped on each other, and she was lost in a world where her whole body seemed to be on fire. Deep inside her, a larger orgasm rose up. When it finally hit, Becky cried out and arched her back. Her whole body seemed to seize up and she stopped breathing.
"Enough!" she cried. "Damn, that was incredible. I've never ... That was amazing!"
Andrea smiled, licking her lips. "You taste so sweet.
"Now it's your turn."
Becky, though nervous, nodded, determined to return the favor. She followed her lover's example, starting at the breasts and worked her way down.
Though inexperienced, Andrea discovered that her new girlfriend could do no wrong. Every lick, suck, and bite hit all the right buttons. Before she even got to her snatch, she'd already had two orgasms.
Becky looked down at her lover's labia. She leaned in and tentatively took her first lick. Her eyes lit up. "You taste wonderful! You're so sweet!" Becky buried her face into her partner's slit.
Andrea had never heard that comment from any of her other few lovers. "Thank you," she panted. "Now, go up and lick my clit."
When Becky started sucking on her achy button, an almost identical reaction took place. Andrea started having overlapping multiple orgasms that escalated to a level that she didn't think possible. Her whole body was consumed with sexual fire that only seemed to grow. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, the orgasmic intensity rose to a new level. "Please! No more!" she finally cried.
Her lover pulled away.
"Are you sure you've never gone down on girl before?"
Becky blushed and nodded. "I'm sure."
The two lovers laid beside each other, their naked bodies intertwined. They casually touched, exploring each other's bodies as they talked.
Andrea told her about the ring and her two wishes.
Becky looked skeptical. "So you're saying that I came to the wrong room because of your wish?"
Her lover nodded.
"It's weird. I know I got off on the fifteenth floor, and I was standing in front of my room before I put in the key card. I guess it WAS magic that brought us together." Becky ran a finger over Andreas erect nipple.
She let out a moan of appreciation. "Now, you tell me about you and your life."
Her real name was Rebecca Bauer, but everyone calls her Becky. She was twenty-six years old. She was married to Richard, the founder and CEO of an equity trading company. He was in his mid-fifties and impossibly rich. They were in Washington DC to talk to some senators on the Finance Sub-Committee.
When Becky turned twenty-one, and had still not met Mr. Right, a friend advised her to try a high end matchmaking service. With her looks, she should have no problem finding a mate.
Through the service she met Richard. He had just gotten a divorce from his second wife and was looking for number three. They hit it off. While it was not love, they were compatible. He was looking for a trophy wife, and she was looking for a sugar daddy. Their needs meshed.
"So you're marriage has been a good one?" asked Andrea.
She snorted. "Not hardly; I'm sure for Richard it has been wonderful, but being a trophy wife has not been so great. Most of the time, he ignores me. He sleeps around with whoever he chooses. I knew this from the start, but the emotional toll was greater than I expected."
"Men are such pigs," said Andrea.
Becky nodded in agreement. "And he is probably banging some floosy in our room right now. That's the only reason my cell phone has not been ringing off the hook.
"Lately he has been commenting on how old I'm starting to look."
"That's ridiculous!" exclaimed Andrea. "You are still young and beautiful."
"I know. That's just his way of saying that he is getting tired of me. He'll be divorcing me soon. I signed a pre-nup going into this marriage. I will only get half of what income he has made since we've been married. And I know, with his ability to cook the books, I will get next to nothing.
"It would be so much easier if he were to just die."
Impulsively, Andrea got up and walked over to the desk where the ring was lying. She picked it up and put it on her finger.
"What are you doing?" cried Becky.
"I didn't realize that finding the love of my life would cost me my last wish." She pondered the wording for a second then spoke. "I wish that my lover's husband, Richard Bauer, would drop dead of a stroke, right now."
There was a flash of white light. Then everything seemed the same.
Becky sat up. "What did you do?!" she exclaimed.
"I just killed your husband, in a way that can never be traced back to us."
Becky didn't know what to say. She sat in silence for at least a minute. "You shouldn't have done that. That wish was too precious. You could have done so much good with it."
Andrea took her in her arms. "You are worth it," she whispered.
They hugged. Their lips met, and they laid down on the bed for another round of lovemaking. This time, they interlocked their legs so their clits rubbed against each other. They bucked their hips against each other frantically as orgasms coursed through each other. After about fifteen minutes, they were done. The two collapsed on the bed, breathless and covered with sweat.
They laid down together catching their breath.
"You should be going upstairs, and talk to the police," said Andrea.
Becky nodded, and recovered her clothes that were strewn over the floor. "I think I should take a shower first."
She smiled impishly. "Want to join me."
Andrea shook her head. "If I did that, I don't think you'd get out of this room until dawn."
After the shower, Becky looked at her love. "What should I tell the police?" she asked.
"Keep it simple. Tell them you met up with an old friend and had been spending time with her. Give them my name and room number."
She nodded. "It makes it better that it's the truth, too." The brunette turned and left the room.
It turned out that the main person of interest to the police was not Becky, but a young oriental woman that he was having sex with when the stroke hit. She said she had met him in the hotel bar then went up with him to his room.
The police rapidly ascertained that there was no foul play. It was your standard massive stroke. The paramedics told his widow that he had died almost instantly and probably didn't feel any pain.
It was after midnight when Becky could finally get away. She told the police that she didn't want to spend the night in the room where her husband died. She could sleep in her friend's room.
She knocked on the door to room 1415, and was answered with the key card being slid under the door. By the time she got the door unlocked and opened, she entered an empty room. "Andrea? Are you there?"
She answered, her voice coming from the bathroom. "While you were messing with the police, I went shopping." Andrea stepped out into the bedroom wearing a large strap-on dildo. It was black plastic and stuck out from her pelvis like a flagpole.
Becky gaped. "Wow! It's so big!"
"They had larger and they had smaller. I went for the medium, eight inches."
"It's way bigger than Richard's ever was."
"And it's better than the real thing. It never goes limp. It will last as long as you want it to."
Becky shed her clothes and jumped into bed. "That sounds great. Come fuck me with your big cock."
Andrea smiled and sauntered up to the bed; her large erection swaying in front of her.
"You like having a dick, don't you?" asked Becky.
Her lover nodded. "I've always had a touch of penis envy. Until now I had never had the nerve to go to a sex shop and buy one."
Andrea climbed onto the bed, and Becky laid back and spread her legs. "Now, fuck me, you big stud!"
The dirty blonde girl gladly complied. With one motion, she thrust her hips forward, driving the large phallus deep inside her lover.
Becky gasped as she felt her vaginal walls stretch. "I'm not used to such a big dick. Give me a minute."
Andrea didn't do that. Instead she started pounding her with hard deep strokes.
Becky cried out and wrapped her legs around her lover's broad ass.
As she was fucking Becky, Andrea was also fucking herself. In her was the other end of the dildo, which slid inside her with each stroke she made into Becky's pussy.
Soon, both were moaning and writhing from the numerous orgasms that were flowing between the two.
Finally, it was Andrea who could take no more. She pulled out and collapsed on the bed with gasp. "That was amazing!"
"You're amazing," gushed Becky. "I love you so much!"
Andrea turned and looked her in the eyes. "And I love you. The ring truly out did itself when it brought you to me."
"Can I see the ring?" she asked.
"I don't see why not. The three wishes have been used. All the magic is gone." Andrea took the ring off the desk and handed it to her. "Careful, it's very old and very fragile. I'm mailing it back to the Smithsonian tomorrow."
As Becky examined the ring, Andrea rejoined her in bed, snuggling up next to her.
The brunette sighed and cuddled up next to her.
"Are you happy?" Andrea asked.
"I couldn't be happier. I just wish that all women could experience the happiness we've found."
The ring in her hand flashed with a white light.