1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 1


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    While this story has some aspects of BDSM, it has none of the cruelty usually found in most mistress/slave stories. As you read you'll understand why. ********** Let me ask you—how many things can you name that go perfectly with each other? Peanut butter and jelly? That’s one. How about bacon and eggs? That’s another. Bagel and cream cheese? Good! Ham and Swiss? Even better! Pastrami and rye? Excellent! Here’s one you’ll never get—Nancy Rizzo and Henry Fuller! I’m Nancy and this is my story. CHAPTER 1 I was born the eldest daughter of Michael and Carmela Rizzo. The name Nancy came from Nancy Reagan, my mom’s heroine when she was a child. My dad is a famous trial attorney, the second Rizzo in Rizzo, Rizzo and Samuels with offices on three floors of a modern skyscraper on Park Avenue in Manhattan. Grandpa is the first Rizzo. I grew up in Kings Point, Long Island—a tony bedroom community on the North Shore of Nassau County, Long Island in a large colonial house on an acre that overlooks Manhasset Bay. I attended public schools in Great Neck even though we were essentially rich because the Great Neck schools were as good, if not better than any private school you could name. This is an extremely affluent area. The student parking lot at Great Neck North High School is so big that the school provides a shuttle to transport students to and from the school entrance. My parents gave me a BMW 3-series convertible that I just love for my sixteenth birthday. It would have stood out ...
    almost anywhere else, but not at Great Neck North where the parking lot was filled with Mercedes’, BMW’s, Jaguar’s, and Cadillac’s. Most guys would describe me as “hot.” My oval face is perfectly symmetrical and my skin is clear. I’m tall for a girl—almost five feet ten inches with a well proportioned and fit body—34C-24-33, coming to all of 122 pounds. I’ve been told that my ass is “to die for”—not my words—and my legs are incredibly long, slender, and toned by many hours in the gym at our country club. My Italian heritage has given me straight black hair that I wear mostly in a pony tail unless I’m wearing “dressy” clothes to a restaurant or a club or a party. Then I usually wear it down, allowing it to frame my breasts. I have light olive skin and piercing brown eyes with very long lashes, the kind that most women find only after using a ton of mascara. Many boys have described me as gorgeous, beautiful, alluring, and sexy. Others have said I’m a stone cold bitch. Personally, I’m inclined to agree with all of them. In addition to my many physical attributes I tend to be pushy and domineering. Most guys find that to be a turn-off--that’s probably why I never had a steady boyfriend, but not Henry; thus this story, which is about our perfect match. Henry and I are like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that fit together perfectly. I first met Henry during orientation week at Penn State. Why would I attend Penn State when I had been accepted at Princeton, Yale, and Cornell? That’s ...
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