Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing August 23
Monday - Debbie came round and was a bit shocked to see the red wheal marks on
my backside. The pain had gone by then - apart from when I pressed on a red bit.
When I told her what had happened she said that she could never let anyone do
that to her, even if she did get to cum a few times in the process. I told her
that I certainly wasn't complaining.
Debbie had come round to ask a favour, a few pubic hairs had started growing
again and she wanted me to use the hair removal machine on them. Before I'd had
chance to say anything she'd dropped her skirt leaving her naked from the waist
down. "Look" she said, pointing to one of them.
I don't remember having had that problem when I removed mine, but there again, I
did remove all Debbie's on the same day so I guess that it was possible to miss
a few very small ones.
I went and got the machine and we went into the conservatory. Debbie lay back on
one of the reclining chairs and I got to work. The inevitable happened and I
started to see Debbie's pussy lips swelling and her juices seeping out. I looked
up at Debbie's face to see her eyes closed and a bit of a smile on her face. As
I moved from hair to hair I had to open her lips to look for any more and I let
my fingers slide in and out of her pussy. By the time I got the last one my
hands were so slippery that I was having trouble keeping hold of the machine.
I put the machine down and started doing a proper job on her pussy. It wasn't
long before she started to cum and I kept going until she came for a second
time. After she'd calmed down we went into the kitchen and got us some lunch
before Debbie said that she had to go - "things to do." She dressed and left,
leaving me a bit 'wanting'.
Wednesday - Had a reasonable time a Tescos, I wore my cheesecloth dress and had
some fun bending over in front of a couple of young male shelf-stackers.
The paperboy came for his money that evening and had a good stare at me. I
suppose that at his age you just can't get used to seeing naked women.
Friday - The only exciting thing that happened that day was that the salon boss
asked me to wax the legs and bikini line of a woman. It turned out to be a girl
of about 15 or 16. When we got upstairs I told the girl to get on the reclining
chair as I started getting the things ready. When I turned round the girl was
sat in the chair all right, but she was naked from the waist down. When I told
her that she could have kept her knickers on she said, "I wasn't wearing any.
And anyway, wouldn't you have needed to remove them to do my bikini line?"
The girl obviously didn't know what was normal, and I guess someone had been
winding her up a bit. I managed to think quickly and saw the opportunity for a
bit of fun. After a couple of seconds I said, "That depends on whether or not
you want all your pubic hair removing, some women like to leave a bit." The girl
thought for a few seconds then said, "All my friends say that everyone has them
all removed so I want them all off."
I was quite surprised at how well the girl handled the pain of the wax strips
being pulled off. It was only when I started on the hairs round her pussy that
she started cringing before I pulled them off, and she let out a couple of
muffled screams when I did rip them off. She also let out some pussy juices as
well. Part of her was enjoying it.
We were both enjoying the part where I rubbed oil all over her pussy afterwards.
I told her it was part of the treatment and made a big deal of rubbing it right
into her hole. She was enjoying it as well, I'm sure that I felt her have a
little orgasm, but she was obviously trying to hold back.
Saturday August 28
Work wasn't very exciting, but when I got home that evening I saw that Jon had
bought a new vacuum cleaner. One of those Dyson ones where a lot of the parts
are made of transparent plastic. When I switched it on I realised that the
suction was a lot stronger than the old one. When I told Jon he smiled and said
that we were going to have some fun with that. I didn't realise what he meant at
the time.
That evening Jon took me to a nice pub way out in the country and we had a
lovely meal. I wore just a tight black pencil dress and shoes, and I got lots of
looks from the men there. Jon kept talking about what I could do with the new
vacuum cleaner, and I hadn't a clue what he was on about.
Sunday August 29
After the usual slow breakfast and paper reading Jon took me to the gym. We
didn't go for a work out which was a bit of a shame as on the way there I had
been wondering if the same young man would be there, and I was looking forward
to 'getting off' in front of him again. Instead Jon told me to put just my
white lycra bikini on and meet him in the pool. The place was nearly empty and
we managed to get quite a few laps in before people stared getting in the way.
From there we went into the sauna and lay on the benches. As I climbed on Jon
said that as my bikini bottoms were just about lost in my pussy and ass crack
then I may as well take them right off, the top as well. Even if there had been
anyone else in there I would still have done it, and it wasn't long before I
laying on my back naked.
About 5 minutes later a woman about my age came in and spent the rest of our
time in there staring at me. I couldn't work out if the staring was with
approval, or disapproval. Anyway, when he's had enough, Jon told me to go and
get showered and dressed, and to meet him at the entrance.
Back home Jon settled down to watch some motor racing from Belgium while I
cooked the dinner.
After the motor racing, Jon told me to get the new vacuum cleaner out and then
to lie down on one of the reclining chairs in the conservatory and to close my
eyes. I heard the vacuum cleaner being switched on and then the next thing I
knew was that the end of the thin crevice suction nozzle was touching my right
nipple. Needles to say my nipple went rock hard instantly. My nipple was easily
sucked into the end of the nozzle and when I opened my eyes I could see it
vibrating about in the end of the transparent nozzle. The feeling was fantastic
and I was disappointed when Jon pulled it off. It wasn't too bad because Jon
moved the nozzle to my left nipple straight away. I could feel my pussy getting
wet and that lovely feeling deep in my stomach.
A couple of minutes later Jon took the nozzle off and slowly moved it down my
front to my pussy. As soon as it got near my chain it sucked it up and I
screamed. Jon immediately pulled back and switched the machine off. After a
quick inspection Jon decided that it would be best if I removed the rings and
chain. He said that he didn't want then to be ripped of me.
When I lay down again Jon started the vacuum and moved the nozzle all around my
pussy, eventually letting it suck my clit into it. Boy was that good. My clit
was rattling around inside the nozzle and I was really getting turned on.
It only took a minute or so of that before I started to cum. Jon wasn't
finished, he alternated the nozzle between sucking my clit, my pussy lips and my
nipples. At the same time he let the nozzle get close to the entrance to my
hole. It was unbelievable, the whole of my body around my pussy was vibrating
like mad. I was cumming over and over again.
This went on for what seemed like a lifetime. It was nearly as good as being
left on the 'fucking machine' upstairs. I was glad that Jon didn't let the
nozzle go right inside me, I'm sure that it would have sucked half of me out and
down that pipe. As it was my juices managed to get right down the pipe and into
the transparent tank.
In the end, when Jon finally switched the machine off, I was knackered, and a
bit sore, but that didn't stop Jon from fucking me.
After about an hour just lying there I went and had a shower before getting on
with the rest of my chores for the day.
That night Jon surprised me when he told me to stop writing this Journal. I've
got quite used to the routine of updating it, and will miss keying the details
of what I've been upto into it. I'll also miss the hours of playing with myself
and bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm as my brain goes though all the
exciting times that I've had. Never mind, if that what Jon wants.
Jon also told me that he's thinking about publishing it on the Internet. On the
one hand that makes me all excited (wet as well), but on the other hand I'm a
bit apprehensive. I'm not ashamed of what Jon and me get up to, but I'm a bit
concerned that people we know will recognise me.
If this really is the end of this journal, then I feel that I have to say that
not only have I enjoyed writing it, I've also had (and hope to do so for a long
time yet) a lot of fun and pleasure out of my new life. I'm really glad that I
found the courage to take that first big step and I'll always be grateful to Jon
for showing me that life really can be so good.
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Sunday November 21
Hi there again, Jon has just told me that he's created an e-mail account
vanessaevans@freeuk.com for me and that he wants me to post this journal to a
news group on the Internet. I'm still a bit nervous about doing that, but Jon
wants me to do it so I will, once I've found out how.
The End
