Diane was not unhappy, per se, but she was certainly bored. Bored with work, bored with life, just… Bored. She was a corporate higher-up, running a mid-sized non-profit organization, and this title had granted her certain luxuries. She had a nice house in a nice, gated neighborhood, and she even had a good friend in the woman who lived next door, Angela. Diane had no children and no spouse, though that was her own choice due to her dedication to her work. She was proud of the life she had built, but she wasn’t happy. At one time, she had loved her job. She loved the office politics and the jockeying for power, and being a woman in white collar work was a good challenge. Corporate wheeling and dealing had grown old though, and Diane felt like she was stagnating. Forty years old was too young to stagnate, she thought, but she wasn’t sure what to do about it. She had tried drinking and partying, she had tried anonymous sex with strange men, hell, she had even had a short stint of trying cocaine, but nothing she did made her feel any less bored. She was contemplating this one day when there was a knock at the door. She had almost forgotten that it was Saturday, and Angela would be coming over for lunch. She hopped up from the couch and strolled through her house to answer the door. It was a large house, despite her living alone; another “certain luxury” afforded to her by her position. She sighed, forced a smile, and opened the door to see Angela standing there smiling. She wore a purple tanktop and tight black yoga pants, as usual for their casual Saturday lunches. “Hey, girl!” Angela greeted her cheerfully before pulling her into a quick hug. “How’s your week been?” She asked as they walked toward the kitchen. It hadn’t been a very remarkable week, as every week for a long time had been, but she said it had been great. Typical fake conversation stuff. They sat down at the kitchen table, and Angela continued chatting idly. It wasn’t a particularly interesting conversation, but they never were. That wasn’t giving Angela enough credit, she supposed. Angela was a nice woman, and she did count her as a friend. She was a sweet woman, maybe two or three years older than Diane was, and she had a daughter going to the local college. She always seemed genuinely interested in how Diane was, despite Diane not actually feeling the same way, recently. It made her feel a bit guilty, but in the end it was just another thing for Diane to not be able to care about. Still, they continued chatting, and Diane brought some wine out on a whim. Maybe that would make the day more interesting. Half an hour, and half a bottle of wine later, the two women were laughing and smiling. The wine didn’t solve Diane’s boredom, but it helped, she supposed. She looked across the table at her neighbor, and suddenly felt her face flush slightly. She hadn’t felt this way before, but looking at Angela, she felt slightly horny. Angela was definitely beautiful, that was for sure. In fact, they had both jokingly called each other MILFs before, but maybe it wasn’t a joke anymore. It was odd, feeling so worked up out of nowhere, but it was different at least. Against her better judgement, she let herself explore the feeling, all while keeping the conversation going with her friend. Her hand, concealed below the table, slowly crept up her inner thigh until the soft pads of her fingers came to rest in the crotch of her jeans. Gently, she pressed down, feeling her soft flesh squish pleasantly beneath her fingers. She began gradually tracing her fingers up and down her slit, through her jeans and panties, feeling the soft organ begin to gush more and more as she did. It was so thrilling, masturbating right in front of Angela as she chattered away. Her fingers brushed her clit, and a jolt of pleasure surged through Diane’s body, making her shudder momentarily and making her breath hitch. “You okay?” Angela asked, seeing her gasp suddenly. “Y-yeah.” Diane stammered, coming back to reality and refocusing on her beautiful friend. “I’m sorry, I just got distracted. What were you saying again?” “Oh, no problem, hun.” Angela smiled, seemingly none the wiser, “I was just saying how proud I am of Amber. Her first semester of college, and she got straight As!” She continued happily, obviously proud of her daughter, and for good reason, Diane had to admit. “That’s great! I’m happy for h-her.” Diane replied, trying to hold it together as she continued slowly masturbating herself. She needed more, and if it meant cumming right there in front of her friend, then that’s what she would do. She was getting close, but before she could finish, Angela spoke up, “Well, it’s getting late, hun. I better get out of your hair.” She said with a smile, apparently still unaware that Diane was on the edge of climax in front of her. “O-oh, well… Okay.” Diane replied, a bit disappointed. She slowly withdrew her fingers from between her thighs. The two women stood up and walked to the door, still exchanging pleasantries as they went. “It was fun today, like always!” Angela cheerfully, and she pulled Diane into another hug. Diane only stammered a bit as she felt Angela’s hand-filling breasts press against hers. “See you next week!” She said before stepping out the door, leaving Diane alone with her swirling thoughts. Was she gay? She wasn’t sure if what she did was related at all to the fact that Angela was a woman, or if she just liked the danger of it all. She wasn’t even sure if it really mattered though. All she knew was that she needed more. The next weekend was the same as the last, except that now Diane was determined to take it further. Angela came over just as planned, and they sat chatting at the dining room table as always. This time though, Diane had been wet from the moment she woke up. She wore her own black yoga pants, giving herself even less of a barrier between her fingers and her slit. Just as last time, Diane’s fingers began to wander between her legs, and soon she was lightly tracing her middle and index fingers up and down, shuddering slightly every time they passed across her sensitive clit. It was so exhilarating to be holding a conversation with her pretty friend, all the while driving herself closer and closer to an orgasm she wasn’t sure she dared to have. She could feel her yoga pants start to dampen as Angela chattered on about whatever stupid thing her ex-husband had done that week. It wouldn’t be long now if she let herself go. She knew how sweet it would feel, to cum right there across from her neighbor, but was it worth the risk? Fuck it, she finally decided, and she pressed her fingers harder against her clit. She fought to keep her mouth from gasping open at the sudden pleasure. Her lower body flexed and bucked slightly below the table, and she rocked her pelvis, hopefully imperceptibly, against her hand. She kept going, knowing that she was already past the point of no return, and then suddenly pleasure washed through her in warm, tingling waves. She could feel a small gush of fluid wet her pants and her seat, and she almost doubled over. Clenching her teeth, she tried not to react, but she couldn’t keep from folding slightly and squeezing her eyes shut. Only a moment later though, she opened her eyes and tried to regain her composure. Her breathing came heavily through her nose as she tried not to pant. “Uhm. Are you okay?” Angela’s voice queried from across the table. “Oh. Uh, yeah. Sorry.” Diane stammered as she looked back at her friend. She didn’t seem upset or anything, just concerned. “I think I’ve got a pinched nerve or something. I must have hurt myself exercising yesterday.” She quickly came up with some pseudo-believable excuse. It seemed to do the trick though, as Angela continued, “Oh, poor thing! Do you want the number for my chiropractor? He does wonders for me..” She offered, seemingly entirely missing that Diane had creamed herself 3 feet away from her. “Sure. That’d be great, thanks.” Diane replied, still shuddering slightly from the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. The feeling she was feeling, and even the fact that she was feeling anything, was incredible. Angela was none the wiser, and she continued on talking on whatever subject she had been as she wrote down the phone number. It made her wonder: What else could she do? Absent-mindedly, Diane slowly swirled her finger through the wetness that soaked the crotch of her yoga pants. As she did this, an idea began to form in her head. An even more twisted, wicked idea than just using her friend for masturbatory material. “Hey,” She started, during a break in the conversation, “I made cookies yesterday. Would you like one?” She asked, a deceptively friendly smile on her face. “Oh, of course!” Angela replied cheerfully. It was perfect. Diane rose from her seat and strode around the corner, out of sight, and into the kitchen, feeling her inner thighs squish damply with each step. She found the container of cookies and pulled four out, two for herself and two for Angela. She looked over her shoulder cautiously before she plunged her hand into her stretchy, black yoga pants. She gently dug her fingers into her dripping pussy and came away with her glistening, sticky cum clinging to her fingers. Quickly, she smeared the lewd fluid onto the already-white icing of Angela’s cookies, placed them on a paper towel, and brought the newly enhanced snack back to the table. “Thanks, hun!” Angela said gleefully, unaware she was about to eat Diane’s fresh, still-warm cum. Diane watched eagerly as her friend took the first bite and let out a hum of satisfaction. “So good!” She complimented as she gobbled down the first and then the second cookie. “Thanks.” Diane replied, a smile creeping across her face. “It’s a new recipe, so I’m glad you like it so much.” She felt her cunt gush a little more as she watched her pretty friend happily eat her cum. The rest of their lunch date passed as uneventfully as any of the others they had, and after a while they bid each other another goodbye, hugging and looking forward to the next weekend. Thankfully, the dark color of Diane’s yoga pants made the stains of her squirting indistinguishable, and it seemed that Angela was entirely unaware of anything strange going on that day. Diane made herself cum two more times that night to the memories she had made, and she was almost ecstatic that she had finally found a new thrill to pursue in life. So pursue it she did. Over the next couple weeks, she repeated this, changing up her outfit to be more and more skimpy as she did. For a while, it was fun, but soon it started to feel mundane like any other part of her life. Angela would come over at noon, Diane would make herself cum while staring into her pretty brown eyes, and occasionally she would trick Angela into eating her cum. Again though, she needed more. It was a week later, as a small shudder ran through Diane’s body, that she finally accepted the truth that simply masturbating in front of Angela wasn’t enough anymore. She let the conversation continue until she felt a lull in their talking. “Here’s a funny question:” She began, a small chuckle from her lips disguising the question as a joke, “Have you ever been with a woman before?” Angela laughed at the question before answering, “Nope. Never have. Why, have you?” She asked back. “Me neither.” Diane replied, looking down at her hands, which were now above the table. “But would you ever want to?” Her eyes darted back up to Angela’s, a seductive smile crossing her lips as she did. Angela looked on, confused, for a moment before she realized the implication of Diane’s question. “O-oh… No, I don’t think so, Diane. I’m sorry, but I, uh, I just don’t like women like that…” She blushed furiously at the suggestion, “Really, I’m flattered though, and I get wanting to experiment, but…” She trailed off, seemingly unable to look Diane in the eyes again. Diane just nodded silently, slightly disappointed, but not particularly offended. The two women tried to move on with their afternoon, but things had, understandably, turned awkward. After a short bout of awkward silence, the two bid each other goodbye, and with a slightly looser hug, parted ways for the day. Diane wasn’t mad at her friend for turning her down, but she was still desperate for something to satisfy her. Then, an idea struck her. It was Saturday evening; surely she could find a woman to play with somewhere. Newly determined, she strode off to the bathroom to shower and start making herself ready to go out. Soon, her long blonde hair was styled and she had put on some extra makeup. One cab ride later, and she was downtown and looking. Several hours later, Diane flung the door to her house open and stomped in frustratedly. She tossed her heels off of her feet and across the hall. As luck would have it, she had actually met someone at the bar. She was a beautiful girl, probably 10 years younger than Diane with darker blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. They had shared a couple drinks, and before long Diane made it known that she was hoping to do some experimentation. The woman seemed incredibly interested in this, and they quickly went back to the woman’s apartment. That was where everything went wrong though. It had started off good enough; They had kissed and touched each other, and Diane had been enjoying herself for a while, but she soon grew bored. However, it was when the woman suggested Diane use a strapon on her that things changed. Something came over Diane, and soon she found herself roughly fucking the small, blonde woman with her hands wrapped around her throat, trying to finally feel something, and it was starting to work. The regular sex she had been having was fine, but didn’t do all that much to eat the woman out or have her do it to Diane. Fucking her with the strapon and choking her was different though. It was something that finally felt fun and fulfilling, but when she looked down, she saw the woman’s face dripping with tears and stricken with fear. She let go, only to have the girl sob and scream at her to get out. Diane obliged, not seeing any other way to move forward, and half an hour later found herself at home, frustrated. Now, Diane sat on the couch, her hair still disheveled from the quick tryst she had been kicked out of. The little bitch had kicked her out just when she was starting to have fun. She was fuming, and on top of that, she was still unbearably horny. She sat there in her living room, thinking and staring off into the darkness. It was intensely frustrating. She hadn’t been having fun until things got rough, but she had scared the girl before she could actually enjoy herself. She sat, trying to examine her feelings, until she finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t even the rough sex that had excited her; It was the girl’s fear. It was the power that she had over the girl that excited her so much. She knew what she wanted now, and she knew exactly where she was going to get it from. It hadn’t offended Diane when Angela had rejected her earlier, but now she realized that her rejection may have been a blessing in disguise. She was going to get what she wanted, and she was going to take it from Angela. It was three o’clock in the morning by the time Diane was ready. She had thrown on her yoga pants and a thin t-shirt, and she had put on a black masquerade mask from an old costume that she hoped Angela hadn’t seen before. She pulled her long, blonde hair into a pony-tail, something she rarely did around Angela, hoping to obscure her identity as much as possible. As long as she kept it dark in Angela’s house, and tried to disguise her voice, she hoped she could keep who she was a secret. She was now standing in Angela’s back yard, clutching the handle of the sliding glass door. For a moment, she wondered if she could do this, but the question was soon answered by a resounding ‘Yes’ from within. It was unlocked. Angela was too sweet and trusting for her own good. Diane padded softly across the living room and up the stairs to Angela’s bedroom. Thankfully, Diane’s neighbor was a divorcee and lived alone. It made things wonderfully uncomplicated for what Diane had planned. Slowly, she opened the door to Angela’s bedroom, letting dim light from the hallway in as the door crept open. Before her lay Angela, sleeping on her side with her back to the door. Acting on impulse, Diane strode to the bed and reached down, clamping her shaking right hand down over Angela’s mouth. Immediately, Angela’s eyes shot open and she squirmed from Diane’s grasp, a panicked shout rising from her mouth as she did. Diane jumped at the sudden movement, losing her grip and having to spring forward once more. Now on the bed with Angela she grabbed the fleeing woman around the mouth with her right hand while her left hand grasped around her throat. “Shut the fuck up, or I will squeeze the fucking life out of you.” Diane hissed in her friend’s ear, holding her as best she could. Frantic breaths flew in and out of Angela’s nose as her legs kicked in and out, bunching the blankets around her feet as she fought for her life. She was still screaming however, or she would have been, if not for Diane’s hand. Frustrated, Diane wrestled with her struggling friend until she had a leg, made relatively strong by regular exercise, wrapped around Angela’s waist. Every struggle from Angela pressed her further into Diane’s groin, causing her to gasp with each movement. Still, Angela tried to scream and fight, so Diane removed her hand from Angela’s throat and brought it to the woman’s nose, squeezing it closed. “Shut. The fuck. Up.” She growled, enunciating each syllable directly into Angela’s ear as her access to oxygen was firmly closed off. She kept struggling for a moment, trying desperately to shake Diane’s grip of her face, but to no avail. Finally, Angela’s struggles started to subside. She was either dying, or complying to try to get Diane to let go, or perhaps both. Regardless, Diane looked down at her and spoke softly, “No more fighting. Lay still and I will let you breathe. Nod your head if you understand.” She whispered, and was met with an immediate frantic nod. As promised, Diane released her grip on her friend’s nose, watching as a rough gasp immediately filled the woman’s tortured lungs. The two women were left panting from the effort, Angela held tightly against Diane’s body. It wasn’t the tight embrace of two lovers, though. Like a predatory snake, Diane was holding her prey immobile so she could take what she wanted. “There we go… Good girl.” Diane purred into Angela’s ear, lips brushing against her skin with every word. A single muffled whine vibrated against Diane’s hand in response. Having a moment of relative calm, Diane took a moment to look down at the scene she had created. Angela wore a skimpy, maroon nightie, which had been bunched up just below her breasts, thanks to Diane’s leg being wrapped around her, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her left hand now free, Diane slowly brought it to Angela’s shoulder and smoothly flicked the strap of her nightie off. Just as she did, another muffled yelp came from her friend and she began writhing and kicking anew. With a scowl, Diane immediately brought her hand back to Angela’s nose, suffocating her once more. “What did I just say?” She growled as tears rolled down Angela’s soft cheeks, “Now, you’re going to pull this cute little nightdress down and show me your pretty tits, or I’m going to suffocate you right here in my arms.” She hissed roughly as Angela’s tears wet her hands. Frantically, Angela’s shaking hands reached up and yanked the cups of her nightgown off of her modestly-sized, hand-filling breasts. She almost let go, but an idea formed in her head. She held all the power here, and it was driving her crazy. With a smile that bordered on evil, she squeezed harder, watching Angela’s eyes bulge in panic and dart over the room. “Oh…” Diane breathed as her friend struggled frantically, pressing her body back into Diane’s pussy with each motion, “Please keep struggling for me…” She moaned into Angela’s ear as panic-stricken woman struggled and fought against her. Just as she was getting close to climaxing, however, she felt Angela’s struggles start to weaken. Frustrated once more, she pulled her hand away from Angela’s nose. She wasn’t a killer, but knowing how close to the brink of death she had brought Angela was indescribable. With her hand now free, she reached down and roughly squeezed Angela’s soft breast. A muffled sob wet Diane’s palm as her friend began breaking down. It delighted her to no end. “Close your eyes and don’t make a sound.” She ordered, leaving the threat implied, though she figured that Angela was far too terrified to do anything else but comply. Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her friend’s mouth, cautious of any further resistance left in the woman. Angela lay silent and still, save for the occasional sniffle and whimper choking from her throat. After wiping the spittle on her palm on Angela’s stomach, Diane roughly shoved Angela over onto her stomach and placed a pillow down over her head, making sure to obscure her vision as much as possible. “Lie still.” She commanded, taking a rough squeeze of Angela’s exposed rear as she did. Moving quickly, she stripped off her own thin, black t-shirt and pulled her yoga pants off, leaving her completely nude, save for the mask that covered her eyes and nose. “Keep your eyes closed.” She spoke plainly to Angela as she grasped the woman’s shoulder, feeling her jump slightly as she made contact, and rolled her back onto her front. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she came to rest on her back. She knew what she wanted, and she quickly straddled Angela’s head, facing down her body so that even if Angela disobeyed and opened her eyes, all she would see would be Diane’s well-toned ass. Without giving warning, she dropped her hips, landing her slicked folds directly onto Angela’s seemingly unsuspecting lips. Right on cue, she felt the tickling flutter of Angela’s eyelashes on her ass as her eyes flew open, and a gasping whine left her lips as she saw the predicament she was now in. “Shh!” Diane hissed loudly as she pressed herself down harder onto Angela’s face. She rocked back and forth, grinding her soaking pussy into her friend’s face. Every gyration rubbed the sensitive bud of her clit over Angela’s pouting lips, driving her further and further into ecstasy. Taking this much control was driving her already worked up pussy crazy. She didn’t think she had ever felt this alive, and every time Angela’s nose bumped across the slick pucker of her asshole, it reinforced the point. “God…” She moaned as she picked up the pace and leaned forward. She roughly mashed her hand into Angela’s breast, feeling her hard nipple press into her palm. Her other hand slid down Angela’s writhing body and slipped a finger into her surprisingly wet cunt. “Oh…” She breathed as she still continued riding her neighbor’s face, “What do we have here? Are you enjoying this, slut?” She spat the words with a twisted smile across her face. “If you like it so much, then start licking.” She demanded, still rubbing her cunt over Angela’s teary face. The crying woman’s tongue remained within her mouth however, so Diane pulled her hand from Angela’s pussy and brought it down in a violent slap right on top of her clit. She shrieked a muffled scream into Diane, sending shivers up her spine. “If you don’t like that, then start licking.” She insisted, raising her hand again threateningly. With another muffled, choked sob Angela’s tongue pushed tentatively out of her mouth and into Diane’s folds. “There you go…” She said, bringing her hand down much gentler to tease and massage Angela’s pussy, “Now keep going… I’m so fucking close…” Diane moaned as she started grinding against Angela’s face with renewed effort. It only took seconds before she began to feel herself tip over the point of no return. Her body was tensing, and her breath hitched in her throat. Suddenly, her entire body spasmed as an orgasm took control of her body. She almost screamed in pleasure as she came. She had been surprised at how hard she came when she had just been masturbating in front of Angela, but having her laying beneath her as she raped her mouth had given her the most powerful orgasm she, or anyone else, she suspected, had ever had. Unable to take it anymore, she collapsed forward, landing on Angela’s soft belly with a thump. Heaving and panting, she rode out the aftershocks of such a wonderful, powerful orgasm. After a brief moment, she pushed herself back up onto her knees, still sitting on Angela’s face when another urge entered her mind. Still breathing heavily, she smiled and began releasing her bladder, pissing all down Angela’s face. A new wave of panic flowed through Angela as hot urine splashed her face, soaking her dark brown hair and the sheets beneath the two women. Sputtering and yelping, she started struggling once more, but Diane didn’t care. She just focused on relieving herself on her close friend. Eventually, the salty, yellow stream cut off and Angela spit and panted below Diane, more sobs breaking from her mouth soon after. “Shut the fuck up and close your eyes.” Diane growled after a moment of just listening to Angela’s cries. She felt Angela’s eyelashes brush back across her ass, and she giggled at the tickling sensation. With shaking legs, Diane pulled herself away from Angela and roughly flipped her back over once more, bringing forth another whimper as the broken woman dreaded what might be to come. She dropped a now-soggy pillow over Angela’s head once more, and she bent down until her mouth was right next to her ear. “Lie still and count to 500, and then I don’t give a fuck what you do,” She hissed in a threatening whisper, “But if you do anything else, I’ll know, and I’ll come back and make you pay.” She continued before quickly hopping off of the bed. She threw her clothes back on as quickly as possible, and once dressed, she retreated out of Angela’s house, leaving her neighbor to sob and ache in her piss-stained bed. That night, Diane had the best night of sleep she could remember, and she didn’t wake until late in the morning. Feeling unbelievably refreshed, she went through her morning routine with a smile on her face. She had a new spring in her step, and though it troubled her slightly that she had to be so rough with someone to actually feel anything, she pushed the thoughts aside and just focused on how good she felt. Her face fell, however, as she glanced out her living room window to see a black and white police car parked in Angela’s driveway. That wasn’t good, but what could she do? She sat for a while and watched until she saw the police officer in his dark blue uniform walk casually out of the house, step into the cruiser, and drive off. If Angela had told him anything, it must not have implicated her. She would have to talk with Angela later. A couple of hours later, Diane stood at Angela’s doorstep, a plastic container of fresh-baked chocolate cookies in her hands. She squirmed a bit as she waited; the thought of talking with Angela after last night excited her. After a brief moment, the door cracked open and she saw Angela’s face peer out cautiously. “Hey, Hun!” She beamed, “I got a bit of a sweet-tooth, and I thought you might like some cookies. I just made ‘em.” She smiled past Angela’s obvious bad mood. “Oh… Of course, yeah. Come in…” She mumbled quietly, “Th-thanks.” She added as Diane stepped inside. Dark circles ringed Angela’s eyes; she must not have slept at all last night after Diane had her fun. “You okay, Ange?” She cocked her head to the side, feigning concern, “You look a little burnt out.” Angela’s eyes fell and she looked off to the side. “Seriously, hun. I’m a little worried.” She lied. “Yeah. I’m fine, I guess. Just a little shaken up.” Angela took a long pause, not meeting Diane’s eyes, “Someone broke in last night.” She said quietly. “Oh god, are you okay? Did they take anything?” Fuck yes she *took* something, Diane thought, narrowly avoiding laughing. “Just some jewelry…” She lied, “I’m… I’m fine.” She lied again. Diane reached across the table at which they sat and placed her hand on Angela’s gently. She flinched at Diane’s soft touch. “Thanks for the cookies, Diane. Really. Thank you, but I think I’d like to be alone today…” Angela said as she pulled away from Diane. Nodding as she left the house, Diane listened to the door click locked behind her. She barely made it inside her own home before she started laughing. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to watch Angela squirm right in front of her. Somewhere inside, she realized what she was doing was objectively horrible, but she didn’t care. She hadn’t risen to the top of her company by caring about others’ feelings, and she wasn’t going to get off by caring about Angela’s feelings either. For all she was concerned, her neighbor was now just a toy; no different than going out and buying a vibrator. In fact, that concept brought an idea to mind. Diane spent the rest of the day as she would any other Sunday. She had errands to run, laundry to do, and television to absent-mindedly watch. In the afternoon though, Diane quietly slunk to her car and drove across town. Her destination was a renowned fetish shop, and by the time she left, she had a discreet bag containing a long, purple strap-on with a vibrator in its base for her. She had plans for this. Wonderful, evil plans.