The Dare, Book 3
Copyright© 2026 by TailWeaver
Chapter 29: Sara
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 29: Sara - Continuing the chronicle of Talia and her brother - and everyone else who becomes impacted by Talia's embrace of her inner Niki. Some time has passed in the documenting, but not in her life - hopefully it all makes sense.
Caution: This Biography Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual True Story Workplace Incest Brother Sister Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex
It was odd, Talia thought, to be home alone for the day. Peter had left early for some off-site company meeting and had apologized again for having to cancel their usual trip to the woods. She was not certain how upset she was. She liked losing control a bit, becoming Niki in such a public way, but she was also looking forward to just spending some quality alone time. She finished tidying up the kitchen and living room and was just enjoying a cup of coffee when her phone chimed.
“Don’t forget, Sara was more than eager to see you today if you get bored. Her number: 555-xxxx”
She looked at Peter’s text for a long moment, considering. She sat back on the couch, closing her eyes, debating internally between having a nice, quiet Saturday at home and doing whatever Sara might have in mind. She had not spent a lot of time with the young woman, but it was clear she had enjoyed the last bit of fun in the woods they had all shared.
She did not reply to Peter, nor did she reach out to Sara for the next couple of hours. Lounging around the house, she enjoyed the quiet, the chance to be by herself. She found herself thinking about Sara and what she might have in mind from time to time, but she kept pushing it away, intent on just having some quality ‘me time’. It wasn’t until she was fixing a light lunch and she glanced at herself in the reflection of the patio door that she noticed something that made her pause. She was naked and wearing her collar, even though she was home alone. Talia stopped what she was doing and went over to the patio door for a second, looking at her reflection. Looking down at her body, as if seeing it for the first time today, she softly touched her breasts and gasped, feeling a shockingly strong wave of arousal hit her. She closed her eyes briefly, her hand traveling down to see if her clit was as sensitive as her breasts appeared to be, and she could feel her knees almost buckle as her whole body came alive.
’ God, it’s like I’m more like Niki than I imagined,’ she thought, her eyes opening as she stopped touching herself and just looked at herself in the reflection for a minute. She was obviously on edge, her subconscious ready for another adventure, even though Peter had been forced to postpone their jaunt. She remembered Peter’s text, and Sara’s interest, and she found herself trying to imagine what the young lady might have in mind if she actually contacted her. The undercurrent of arousal was constant, now that she had awakened it into awareness, and she felt her body tremble slightly while she finished making her lunch. All the time she was eating, she sat, gazing out into the sunlit backyard, her mind working over various Sara-centric scenarios.
Sara? This is Niki. Peter said you...”
Talia sat, trembling, her overworked imagination picturing herself, naked and servicing Sara just as eagerly as she serviced Peter. She waited for what seemed like ages until she heard her phone chime, and Sara’s reply came through.
I was hoping you’d text. Or call. Does that mean you want to meet up? Have some fun without Peter and the others? I can host. I know you don’t want to give up too much personal info, like your address. Please say yes!
Talia barely hesitated, her fingers quivering slightly.
Yes, that sounds nice.
Perfect. You going to drive? I have a nice dare for you. I read all your stories, you know.”
Sure, I will drive
Great! I dare you to drive over in that mesh stocking outfit Peter got you at the adult store (I really need to see you there sometime!)
God. I...
You know you want to. My address: xxx Arbor Pkwy. You have 20 minutes.
Talia quickly Google-mapped the address and saw it was 18 minutes away.
God, ok i gotta go, it will take me all of that!
Good girl.
Talia rushed to her room and found the full-body stocking, sitting down to quickly pull it on. She had to hurry, and she did not think too much about what she was doing. This was simply a new game, another game, another chance to be what she had never dared to be before. Her phone chimed again.
Nothing but the stocking and your collar, and if you are not ringing my doorbell in 19 minutes, you will be punished, you naughty girl.
Talia rushed to the car, sending her phone into the driving directions, and pulled away before she realized she had gone outside effectively naked. She felt a heat wash over her, her eyes staring everywhere to see if anyone had noticed. She knew Norman and Stan had already seen her, but this was different. Not noticing anyone on their quiet street, she calmed a little as she pulled onto the larger street and headed towards Sara’s house.
Talia glanced down at her barely covered body and felt her aroused body begin to react again. The rush of getting dressed and into the car had caused her earlier excitement to abate somewhat, but looking at her nipples poking through the holes in her ‘outfit’ sent her imagination soaring again. She paid attention to the road with extra concentration while she reached down and teased her clit, spreading her left leg against the door to give her a little more room. She felt like a complete slut as she drove down the highway, touching herself while surrounded by moving cars and drivers who had no idea what she was doing in addition to simply driving. She stayed away from trucks and other large vehicles, even going slower than she would normally just to keep away from any high-placed windows. By the time she had gotten to the side streets near Arbor Parkway, she was openly masturbating while driving, her dampness dripping down and likely making a bit of a stain on her car seat.
The houses along this parkway were effectively mansions, Talia realized, and she began to wonder just who Sara was that she could live in a neighborhood like this. Perhaps she was simply house-sitting or something, she thought, turning onto a one-lane driveway that wound its way through numerous trees. Arbor Parkway indeed, Tilia mused, pulling up to the huge house, a circular section of the drive connecting to what looked like a row of parking spaces. Shaking her head at the amount of wealth on display, Talia calmed herself and got herself ready to ring the doorbell.
A chime on her phone made her look as she opened her door.
::Oh goody, you are late. More fun!
Talia groaned, realizing she had lost time dodging the trucks and other vehicles on her drive over. Not terribly upset knowing she would be punished, she hoped that Sara had indeed read her stories, the ones with punishments in them, and would therefore behave accordingly. She closed the door and crossed the immaculate lawn along the flagstone sidewalk leading to the front door. She hit the bell, heard an answering deep tone within the house, and waited, feeling quite exposed but completely excited.
An older woman answered the door and just looked at her, saying nothing.
“Oh god! I got the wrong house. I’m sorry! This was...” she turned and rushed away, stopping at the sound of the woman’s voice calling after her. She didn’t turn to look back at the house as she hurried to the relative safety of her car. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a bit jittery and clumsy as she fumbled for her keys.
Her phone chimed, and she glanced up to make sure no one had chased after her before looking at the message.
::Where are you going? That’s just Mrs. Krieg, our housekeeper.
Realizing that she was at the right place after all, even though she could not imagine a world in which someone could have a housekeeper who would not be unsettled by a nearly naked woman at the door, Talia breathed in deep and released her breath before getting back out of her car. She moved back to the still-open door, feeling as if she were being inspected by the older woman. Perhaps she was, she thought, as it was a full thirty seconds before the woman spoke again.
“Ms. Sara is out back. I will take you to her.”
As she followed Mrs. Krieg through the house, Talia was impressed with the quality of the construction and furnishings. Everything she saw spoke of wealth. A lot of wealth. The kind you inherited. She almost felt like an intruder walking through the well-appointed rooms, and by the time Mrs. Krieg led her outside through a soundlessly opened patio door, Talia was a bit subdued. Her earlier impressions of Sara, young, athletic, probably not a huge fan of the man she had shown up with that first time, had begun to adjust to the obvious signs of wealth. She had not looked like a wealthy socialite, nor had she acted like one, but it was clear that unless she was an interloper here, she did not have a cash flow problem.
A printed concrete patio covered a good portion of the yard near the house, but Mrs. Krieg led them across the patio and down a flagstone pathway through some well-tended greenery. The air was filled with the rich scent of a garden nursery, and when it opened onto a pool surrounded by cool decking, Talia felt transported to another world. The housekeeper led them halfway around the pool and then motioned towards a sunny section of decking. Four wooden loungers were arranged in a row, the middle two occupied by Sara and another young woman. Sara motioned to Talia, saying to her companion, “See, I told you!” Momentarily frozen in indecision, Talia paused before making her way over to Sara, feeling on display, as if she were some new toy or pet that Sara wanted to show off. She was quite used to being Peter’s plaything, having engineered her submission towards him to satisfy her fantasies, but Sara was new. And unknown.
“Will there be anything else for the moment?” she heard Mrs. Krieg ask.
Sara turned to her housekeeper and held up her hand, “One moment, please.”
Sara looked at her friend, smiling, before turning to Talia. “Well, I guess you really do like your games. Rachel and I have been reading your stories and having quite a pleasant time waiting for you. Talia glanced at the dark-haired young woman alongside Sara and felt that decidedly naughty feeling when she caught the girl inspecting every inch of her exposed body. Both Sara and Rachel were in brief, but not indecent, bikini swimsuits, and judging by the empty bottle of wine and two mostly empty wine glasses, they had indeed been having a pleasant time waiting.
“Is she really as submissive and naughty as her stories? I mean, I know what you told me happened two weeks ago, but still...” Rachel seemed to be teasing, but also honestly curious.
“I’ll show you. Niki. Take that thing off and come sit between us.” Sara moved to the next lounger, leaving hers for Talia.
“Ms. Sara...”
Sara held up her hand again and nodded at Talia. “Just a moment, Mrs. Krieg, just a moment.”
Talia shrugged slightly, beginning to channel her inner Niki, and reached up to pull her arms free of the body stocking, pausing only briefly before pushing it down over her small breasts, the fabric scraping slightly across her rock-hard nipples.
“See, she loves to obey. I dared her to come over dressed like some adult-film-star wannabe, and she did not even hesitate. She was a few minutes late, though, so there will be some punishment going on.”
Talia could feel them watching her every move as she pushed the thin netting down over her hips, bending over ungracefully to push them off her feet. She stood back up, looking behind her to catch Mrs. Krieg slowly shaking her head at her.
Talia moved between the two younger women and sat gingerly upon the well-cushioned wooden lounge chair.
Sara looked at Talia and then her friend before adding, “Now, lie back like a good little slut, and show us how nice and quick you can cum. Make it less than 5 minutes, and maybe I’ll remove your punishment. Get going now.”
“Ms. Sara, really!”
Sara looked at Talia and waited until Talia leaned back and slowly began touching herself.
“Sorry, Mrs. Krieg. Discipline must be maintained. Can we get a pitcher of iced tea and 3 glasses? And one of those plastic bowls Jarrod used to use for his morning cereal.”
“Yes, Ms. Sara.”
Talia lay mostly still, touching herself, trying to find that certain feeling, that certain fantasy that would get her going quickly. She was feeling a bit out of her depth, too many new people and situations at once, so it was not easy to just find her Niki side. But she obediently went to work, looking over and watching Rachel look at her, the woman’s eyes never leaving Talia’s fingers for very long.
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