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  Climax Volume 2

  Twenty More Naughty Tales

  by Ella Ford

  Copyright © 2017 Ella Ford. All rights reserved.

  This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  First published 2017 by Second Wolf Publishing

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All characters are 18 or over. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Her Birthday Gift To Me

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  The Night Of One Hundred Lesbians

  Chapter 1: The First Guest

  Chapter 2: The Twins

  Chapter 3: The Mistress And Her Pets

  Chapter 4: Imelda And Her Entourage

  How I Became Her Pet

  Chapter 1: Obedience

  Chapter 2: Adoption

  Chapter 3: Training

  Chapter 4: Breaking Her In

  Her Best Friend Likes Feet

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Her Boss Likes Pantyhose

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Nerd Girls Like Pantyhose Too

  Prologue: The club

  Chapter 1: Monique and me

  Chapter 2: Miss Laura Todd

  Chapter 3: Bad girls need discipline

  Epilogue

  Making Their Maid

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Breaking Their Maid

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Taking Their Maid

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Lesbian Invaders From Space

  Chapter 1: Arrival

  Chapter 2: First Contact

  Chapter 3: Celestial Bodies

  Chapter 4: Set Phasers To Come

  Lesbian Invaders Strike Back

  Chapter 1: A Hot Binary System

  Chapter 2: Forced Re-entry

  Chapter 3: Close Orbital Coupling

  Chapter 4: Escape Velocity

  Return Of The Lesbian Invaders From Space

  Chapter 1: Three Body Problem

  Chapter 2: To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before

  Chapter 3: The Quick Release Of Stored Energy

  Chapter 4: Supernova!

  Epilogue

  Collecting Beth, Shy Intern

  Chapter 1: The Viewing Room

  Chapter 2: Acceptance

  Chapter 3: Choices

  Chapter 4: Delivery

  Epilogue: Collected

  Collecting Chloe, Society Brat

  Chapter 1: Play Time

  Chapter 2: Entitlement

  Chapter 3: Capitulation

  Epilogue

  Collecting Christa, Curious Lawyer

  Chapter 1: Sharing

  Chapter 2: The Hearing

  Chapter 3: Christa

  Chapter 4: The Graduate

  Epilogue: The Gift

  Pantyhose College

  Prologue

  Professor’s Pantyhose

  Sorority Feet

  Religious Studies

  Epilogue

  Pantyhose Professionals

  Prologue

  Performance Review

  Business Lunch

  The Launch Party

  Epilogue

  Pantyhose Road Trip

  Prologue

  The Hitchhiker

  The Stripper and the Older Woman

  Vegas

  Epilogue

  Shifting Desires: The Lost Heir

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue

  Spanked By An Older Man

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Epilogue

  More by Ella Ford

  Her Birthday Gift To Me

  by Ella Ford

  Chapter 1

  I knew that something was strange the moment I walked in the door. The house that I shared with my best friend Katie wasn’t usually so … welcoming. There was nothing fundamentally wrong with the battered old wooden house on the outskirts of town, it had just seen better days and the two of us were usually too busy with our careers and lives to care about making it feel much like a home.

  But on the night of my twenty fourth birthday, something was definitely amiss.

  In truth, it hadn’t been a great birthday. In fact, it hadn’t been a great year. Layoffs at work, a death in my family and the generally bleak atmosphere of a tanking economy all combined to make me wonder if I’d made the right move settling in the city after Katie and I graduated from college. Maybe this small town girl needed to get back to Oregon and the simple life?

  It wasn’t as if I had anything to keep me here. How does the line from the old song go? “My love life’s DOA” - in fact, if I’m honest, my love life was never really alive. There’d been guys, sure enough, but no-one that really sparked my enthusiasm. There was always something missing, something not quite right. If I’m perfectly honest, I knew exactly what the problem was, deep down, but at the time I wasn’t ready to face that side of myself.

  So when I stepped into our simple two bedroom house that night, it would be fair to say that my mood was at an all time low. I just wanted to sink my head into a bucket of ice cream, turn on some trashy TV and forget about things for a while.

  I noticed something amiss as soon as I stepped in the door. For a start, the normally dark and cold hallway was lit by the light of several candles. Their flickering flames made the shadows of the stair rail dance against the peeling wallpaper of the staircase. I glanced around, wondering what was happening. Was Katie entertaining tonight? My roommate and best friend sometimes had guys around on an evening. Perhaps this was an elaborate seduction that I’d inadvertently walked in on?

  Then something caught my eye. On the old dresser by the door, the place where we normally kept our keys and other sundry items, was a note. A folded piece of powder pink cardboard, with my name penned on the front. The writing was careful and precise, flowery and elegant.

  I picked up the note with trembling hands and carefully unfolded it to look inside. More writing, in the same elegant penmanship. Four simple words:

  Look down and follow.

  I blinked twice, momentarily confused, then glanced down at the floor as the note had instructed. I gasped as my eyes became accustomed to the dim light of the hallway and I saw them. A trail of scarlet rose petals, leading from the door, across the hallway and snaking its way up the staircase. How didn’t I notice them straight aw
ay?

  Confused and a little intrigued, I hurriedly slipped out of my overcoat and hung it on one of the hooks, and dropped my purse onto the dresser beside the note. Then I squatted down and picked up one of the petals. It was fresh and delicate, a perfect velvet texture with a subtle scent of rose blossom. Roses were my favorite flower, and red ones were my favorite kind of rose. What on earth was happening here?

  I remembered the note and its instruction to follow. Without even pausing to take off my shoes, I began to gingerly follow the trail of petals.

  It led me up the stairs to the second floor landing where I found another note, resting on the windowsill of the large picture window that overlooked our back yard. Exactly the same as before, a folded rectangle of powder pink cardboard with my name written on the front in the same flowery pen.

  With an excitement I couldn’t explain, I plucked the note from the windowsill and opened it.

  I know what you want, what you’ve always wanted.

  I studied the note, eagerly scanning it for more clues or hints as to what this whole elaborate game was about. But there was nothing beyond the cryptic sentence and the faint smell of rose petals. I wondered if this was the work of one of the guys from the office, or maybe Dan from the bar. He’d always had a crush on me, was quite open about it. He was a sweet boy, and I liked him a great deal, but I just didn’t feel that way about him.

  I felt myself becoming nervous. What if it was Dan? What if he was waiting for me at the end of the trail? This elaborate game was cute, and a welcome respite from the stress of the day, but I didn’t want it to end with an awkward rejection.

  I considered turning around and leaving, heading out somewhere and forgetting about the whole thing. But something held me in place and forced me onwards. A burning curiosity and the vaguest hint of a suspicion that I didn’t dare confront.

  Continuing up the stairs, I followed the trail of petals onto the narrow landing that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. The trail meandered across the carpet and disappeared under the door of my room. Pinned to the door was another note.

  With hammering heart, I stepped across the landing to stand beside the door. Then, with a deep breath, I reached up and plucked the note down. Nervously, I turned it over in my hands, looking for a clue on the external surface, not daring to open it up and reveal what was really happening here.

  But there was nothing to indicate who might be behind this game and for what purpose, except for my name in that same flowery script. So, with trembling fingers, I slowly unfolded the note and read the contents.

  On your birthday, I am giving you what you have always wanted but never knew you did. This gift is for you alone, to do with as you please. I hope you like it.

  My heart was beating fast now, I felt light headed and distant, afraid to go on but unable to suppress the curiosity that had brought me this far. My body seemed to be on autopilot, pushing me along the trail of roses, eager to find out what my mind dared not confront. I genuinely had no idea what I would find on the other side of my bedroom door, but I desperately needed to find out.

  I reached out and gripped the door handle, turning it slowly to the side and then pushed the door open.

  My bedroom was lit in a similar way to the hallway and staircase. Numerous candles placed here and there gave the room a glow that was warm and inviting. Shadows danced on the walls, flickering back and forth at the behest of the candlelight. There was a strong scent of roses and perfume, exotic and alluring, yet not overwhelming. My eyes scanned the room, hurriedly taking in as many details as possible.

  And then I saw her.

  Kneeling on the floor in the middle of the room, my best friend and roommate, Katie. I gasped, momentarily startled by her presence and mildly shocked by her appearance.

  She was kneeling with her thighs together. Her arms were folded behind her back, which had the effect of pushing her chest forwards provocatively. The effect was amplified further by the fact that she was completely topless. In fact, she wasn’t wearing much of anything at all. A pair of sheer black thigh high stockings and stiletto heels, oh, and a blindfold.

  Katie’s head was bowed down and her eyes were covered with a black satin sleeping mask. She appeared to be almost in a trance, and made no perceptible movements when I entered the room.

  My first reaction was one of surprise. What was she doing? Was this some kind of elaborate joke? Was the gift even meant for me? Was Katie attempting to seduce a boyfriend? Yes, that must be it, I thought to myself, my mind racing at a thousand miles a second, forgetting that the notes were specifically addressed to me.

  “K-Katie, what’s happening?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I found myself wanting to look away, to avert my eyes from my friend’s body and protect her modesty. But I couldn’t bring myself to turn my head. Something about the way that she was kneeling there, the way her head was bowed submissively, the way her breasts hung in the dim light, full and soft. The way her nipples were taut and erect, hard nubs of dark skin that signalled her arousal and longed to be touched. And between her legs, a neat patch of blonde hair, trimmed into a perfect rectangle.

  For reasons I could not express, but could not deny, my eyes scanned across her body and filled me with a hunger that I had never dared embrace.

  Katie shifted slightly, but didn’t raise her head. “Happy birthday Chloe, I hope you like your present,” she purred, the faintest hint of a smile lighting up her pretty face.

  “I-I don’t understand Katie. What is my present?”

  “Me,” she responded instantly. “Chloe, I know you better than you know yourself. I’ve seen you look at me, at other women. I’ve seen how you are with men, how there’s always something missing. So I am giving myself to you. For tonight only, I am yours to do with as you wish. It is something I have wanted as well, but never dared ask. Happy birthday.”

  Her voice was low and seductive, and she sounded entirely serious. My mind raced, turning over her words and the thrilling implication of what she was offering. I stood in the doorway, utterly paralysed by indecision. On the one hand, I wanted to flee, to tell Katie to get dressed and stop acting so weirdly then turn and leave. But there was another voice inside me, the voice that expressed the desires that Katie spoke of. A hidden voice that was previously quiet and easily ignored, but which roared its opinion and drowned out everything else.

  I wanted Katie, more than I have ever wanted anything else. I wanted to taste her, to touch her soft skin and feel her body against mine. I wanted to dive between her slender legs and bury myself in her sex, devouring the delicious feast that I found there. I wanted her to kneel before me, offering herself to me, desperate to be allowed access to my pussy, begging for the sweet release of orgasm.

  The feelings swept over me, at once unfamiliar and comfortable. It was like a dam bursting, the deluge of emotions and desires surged forward, brushing all aside with its furious force.

  I licked my lips and stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.

  Chapter 2

  Stepping across the room, I positioned myself behind my kneeling friend. I sensed her breathing, quick and deep, she sounded nervous and apprehensive. I found myself relishing this, feeling a surge of power and control that I had never experienced before.

  How had Katie known that this is what I wanted when I hadn’t even known it myself? How did she anticipate my wants and desires so accurately?

  I lowered myself down to my haunches, squatting behind her naked back. I studied the line of her shoulders, then gently traced my fingertip down the soft flesh of her upper arm. She trembled beneath me, shivering at my touch, but didn’t flinch away.

  She’d arranged her long blonde hair in a neat braid which fell down her back and lay across her folded arms. I reached forward and took hold of this honey rope and lightly stroked it, enjoying the softness of her hair. Then I wrapped the braid around my hand and tugged it towards me, pulling her head back so that she was facing upwards.


  I studied her face, the moist red of her painted lips, the subtle glow of her cheeks. Though her eyes were covered by the satin mask, I thought I saw a nervous fear on her pretty face. I stroked the backs of my fingers across her cheek and she leaned into my touch, smiling slightly but never truly losing that timid look of mild terror. How long had she felt this way? How long had she been planning this seduction, this offering? I didn’t know, and my mind barely registered the question as it raged with lust and desire.

  With an otherworldly confidence, I leaned forward until my face was close to Katie’s. I sensed her tense beneath my grip and felt her warm breath on my face. She parted her lips slightly, the glistening wetness of her mouth goading me onwards, demanding to be tasted.

  All pretence of resistance had fled from me now, replaced instead by a furious longing. I knew what I wanted, knew the implications of that wanting, and I found not a single reason why I should not reach out and take what was so kindly offered to me. Without conscious thought, I flicked my tongue across her lips, teasing her with the briefest of touches. Her mouth was soft and moist, the subtle taste of her lipstick sticky and warm. She sighed and leaned back further, trusting her body to me and surrendering to my advances.

  I reached my free hand up to her throat and grabbed her face under her chin, holding her in place. Then I dipped my head further and brushed my lips against hers. A spark of electricity passed between us, igniting the smouldering passion within me and eclipsing all other thoughts. I felt Katie experience a similar feeling as her body tensed in my grip and she exhaled deeply. Unable to resist, I leaned down once more and this time locked my mouth on hers. I plunged my tongue forwards, probing her lips and demanding entrance. She capitulated readily, opening her mouth and thrusting her own tongue out to meet mine.