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AWO07. - Carol
tanrayb@hotmail.com
After the sit- in lecture with Carol, all of Anne’s thoughts and
emotions were more mixed up than ever. When she thought about it, it had been
exactly as… no, even much wilder and more incredible than she had imagined. That
by itself was enough to make her head spin. This was the total climax in a
chain of events that actually started just a few weeks ago, when this amazing
world was revealed to her the first time. Before that, she would hardly be
willing to accept this even as a wild fantasy! And if so, she would probably
react with disgust! Imagine!
She appreciated the fact that it was the way she was introduced to it
that did the trick.
And, of course, people like Jean. Her extraordinary personality, her
incomparable strength and confidence, her determination to take her headlong
into the female world of passion and servitude, before she was even able to
collect her thoughts enough to think of anything else. And
then to meet gracious Pamela, and luscious Mary.
And now Carol!
Carol was the one to make the ultimate mess of her feelings! As soon as
she thought of her, the word “predator” popped up in her mind. A kind of cat-
woman softly and soundlessly hovering around, waiting for a chance to strike!
Those hungry pussy lips could eat you alive! Skin and all!
And that was the cue for her personality as well. An all- consuming
attraction that left you weak and defenseless, ready to do just about anything to please her, like she would be some
kind of an ancient goddess.
Such irrational notions churned around in her head more or less all the
time. And at one point it even frightened her. She realised that Carol’s
strength was one even to match that of her own number one. A person able to
pick up the sword and charge!
Yes! She definitely was a woman maybe even more breathtaking than Jean
herself. An entirely different kind of person: different style, different ways,
different moves. And the two of them together could fill a room with an
atmosphere of unlimited power and energy to an extent that you could feel your
ears pop!
Although they seemed to be very close friends and associates, Anne
thought she had sensed a certain tension between them. Quite
unnoticeable, but still. Something about the way they cast small
glimpses at each other.
At a point, she had realised that Jean actually never talked to her
about Carol until she suddenly showed up in her office at the last lecture. Nothing
about her background, how they came to know each other, and so on…. just her
position in their joint business.
This was a little bit odd, because it was clear to her that Carol must
have been just as much involved in the training program as Jean herself. Maybe more. As an instructor and coordinator, that is.
Beautiful Pamela Vasquez obviously was the lowest rank instructor in the team,
and Debbie was more or less a program graduate that was taken in for further
assistance – if that was the word for it. And finally there was the cast of
volunteers that Jean had talked about, ladies more than willing to help them
out as training objects during lectures. Anne still only knew Mary, but she had
understood that they had quite a number of women on hand, when they couldn’t
handle it all themselves.
But why hadn’t Jean introduced her with the same kind of background
information as she had done with the others? How in fact did she get
involved?
Anne got the chance to ask one evening when the two of them stayed
behind in Carol’s office. The glow from the setting sun seeped in through the
blinds to lay soft illuminating stripes across the lady’s white shirt as she
half laid back in her huge, leather chair with one leg over the armrest, the
other up on the desk. She had returned from a meeting in one of her other
companies in the afternoon and was wearing a fabulously looking dark blue suit
with brown high heeled shoes and an overwhelming pearl necklace. She took
Anne’s breath away just by showing up in the hallway of the institute.
They had already enjoyed their favourite pastime for quite a while,
with Anne nuzzling between the peach- skinned thighs and gently tonguing the
long, gaping slit of that predator- hungry pussy. Nothing too elaborate yet, of course, just a relaxed enjoyment of
loving, controlled caresses: tributes to the elegant, cool maturity of this extraordinary
woman.
Carol had been chatting lightly about the program and what an
impression Anne had made in it, but for the last minute or so she had just
urged her to gently massage her nipples under the shirt as she let her head
sink back and just enjoyed the sensations fluttering throughout her body.
Relaxed breathing and small, wet, slopping sounds was the only thing to be
heard. An occasional small jerk in a rounded thigh.
Although she tried to play it cool, the girl’s ministrations made hot fire jolts
mixed with a lava flow of intense melting sensations trickle mercilessly
through Carol’s body.
“Carol?”
“Mmmmmmmm?”
Anne made sure she had her tongue in firm contact with the base of the
clit as she gradually increased the pressure with the tip of her tongue, ready
to release and then push back again.
“How did you and Jean get to know each other?”
“Didn’t Jean tell you?”
“Mmmmm no…”
Carol tried to collect her thoughts as a new series of tongue flicking
over her clit made her belly and thighs cramp sweetly in pleasure. It wouldn’t
be long now until she would not be able to resist the urge to start grinding
her glowing slit against that hard working mouth.
“Well… we actually knew each other from way back… when she was still a
young gymnastics and fitness teacher. At the time she was very active, - I’d
say almost fanatic - in her health- focused life style. I was much more of the
lazy type, and since we were both lecturing gymnastics, we had our regular
fights over how things should be done.”
“It was later, when her marriage started to falter, that we became
close. I actually never asked her….. but I think that
one of the reasons was her thing with the girls in school. Actually,
more or less, her growing orientation towards her own sex. And I don’t
think her husband ever was a part of that new direction of hers. The two of us
kind of found each other in our mutual attraction to our pupils. These are
things you notice very easily when you’re sensitive to…. those kinds of
signals.”
Carol’s attempts to relax got further challenged as Anne joyfully
started her very special deep tongue penetrations…. veeeery gently but firm, to vary the intense
flicking of her partner’s clit. That damned girl and her irresistible special
skills! At the same time the fingers stimulating the aching nipples increased
their speed. The lady had to lay her head down to the side and let her body
relax totally for a little while to regain some control before she continued.
“She probably told you about her divorce, and how she moved and started
all over again. She did these things all by herself. It wasn’t until about a
year later that she suddenly showed up at my door at home one evening. I lived
in
Anne almost forgot her lazy tonguing for a moment. Carol was married?
She had no idea! True enough she hadn’t had the chance to ask yet, but somehow
she had pictured her as an extremely strong and independent woman…. a roaming
tigress seeking her prey at the open hunting grounds. To
satisfy her hunger. Definitely not the one who walked her children to
school!
“She talked for several hours. At the end her image had changed
totally, from that of a total looser to a possible big winner. What sounded
like an impossible dream, all of a sudden materialized as a real possibility,
even for me. And as soon as she recognized the
realisation in my eyes, she promptly offered me a role in her concept that
would make me a very happy lady as well. Ooooh, how I remember that blissful
thrill when I realized what that could mean for my insatiable hunger for these
young girls. Their red mouths and pink tongues… aaaaaaoooohhhhh….”
There was at least a long minute of laboured breathing and small gasps
as she took a well deserved break to absorb the passions of her memories in
combination with the effect of Anne’s increased efforts. The two had a
perfectly unison rhythm, their small and lazy movements fully coordinated to
form some kind of a higher unity - a unity of mutual pleasure.
Carol was already close, and Anne knew perfectly well that continuous
regular, rhythmic thrusts all the way in, with the teasing bend of the tongue
tip, along with some well- aimed clit flicks in between, would do it in a
matter of minutes.
No matter how much her lady tried to shift her position to ease the
intensity of the stimulation.
Suddenly she grabbed her head in both her hands, “Anne please,… slow down! I don’t want to cum just yet. I want to enjoy
it a bit longer…. And there is another thing I need to ask you….. Okay?”
Anne was quite disappointed, but obeyed immediately. Shit!! Didn’t her
ladies ever understand that a wild, cheek- squeezing orgasm was just as
mind-bending to her as to them?
Still she settled down to a very slow rhythm where she basically let
her tongue play around the entrance to the soaked vagina. What on earth could be so
important that she needed to ask her right now?!? Now when they were so close? She couldn’t resist the
urge to use her tongue with a little extra push as far up as right under the
urethra, just to keep the steam up. Just let the tip glide wetly back and forth
over the pink fold under it with lazy strokes.
The intensity had driven Carol all the way up to the brink, and sparks
of intense pleasure shot out into her arms and legs and made the length of her
spine weak like jelly. She let out a sigh of relief as the reduced stimulation
let her off the hook for a moment. Time to try to catch up with her breathing….
But then the incredible memory of her first uncontrolled explosion into
Deb’s inexperienced mouth crept in all over her mind… with Jean expectantly
sitting beside her. Seeing it all. And squeezing her
hand!
And then it was all over her! Before she even knew what happened! Just
like their first time in the chair!
She didn’t even manage to catch her breath properly before she
stiffened completely. Her thighs clamped in on Anne’s head so violently that
she thought her eyes would pop!
“Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!!!!!”
The hands massaging her aching nipples came down to grip the waist. The
face squeezed itself even deeper into the cleft, as the tongue attacked the
clit directly, flicking it from side to side with merciless vigour.
Carol’s head squeezed back into the cushion, and her
hands tore at the leather of the armrests, as she remained stiff and near
motionless for a long moment. Then
the full force of the orgasm impacted as she started bouncing up and down in
what felt like blind delirium.
Anne used the lower part of her arms to help squeeze the thighs even
harder around the head as she hung on with all her strength, with her tongue
rubbing relentlessly over the pulsing pleasure nob.
A huge squirt of juice hit the back of her throat, and the next moment
it was totally flooded by the lady’s pent up passion. She sealed her lips as
hard as she could around the pulsing opening as she started gulping
it down for all she was worth.
The abdomen bounced back and forth, tugging her head violently from
side to side in its crushing grip. Still Anne managed to hold her seal tight, and even continue the clit stimulation with her upper
lip and nose.
“Ohhh…. Oohhh….
uggghhhh!!
Carol was much more vocal than Jean. Although her yells were severely
damped by the rubbing thighs over her ears, the vocal tribute to her skills brought
Anne’s own pussy up to the very edge of explosion. She had to relax her hips
completely and try to sit motionless in her crouched position to avoid an
uncontrolled eruption in her own drooling pussy. Her mistress’ wild bouncing
made it an almost impossible trial of self control, but she managed to hang on
all the way through as she kept her level of stimulation up to prolong her
ecstasy as much as humanly possible.
Pussy juices continued to flood her mouth. Again she felt that
suspicious taste of something more. Something tangier and
slightly bitter. Very different from the sweet cream she so much had
come to love the taste of.
Down on the bench the other day she had hardly noticed. Now she knew.
She knew exactly!
Finally Carol calmed down and the thighs relaxed their crushing grip
around her head. An almost painful groan gave Anne the signal to move from the
direct stimulation of the clit down to a gentle tonguing of the grooves on each
side and directly over the opening of the pee- hole. Even that caused sounds of
possible discomfort that made her go all the way down to the light recovery-
titillation of the lower inner pussy lips.
Then she felt her lady relax completely. Her shirt- covered tits rose
and fell with her heavy breathing. She let one hand fall powerlessly down on
her thigh right over Anne’s lower arm - a warm gesture to show her appreciation
of the devoted service being provided to her.
She lay completely still, keeping her eyes closed for a long while.
Anne on her side felt like glowing, and enjoyed a warm, trickling heat
all throughout her body. A feeling of unlimited passion that made her pussy,
belly and thighs tingle. A pleasure beyond anything she knew from her previous
life just a few weeks back.
As she let go of the saturated pussy for a moment to pamper it with the
warm towel, she looked up at the spent, but overwhelmingly superior body above
her with awe. Those strong thighs, the perfectly curved belly
disappearing in under the wrinkled skirt, the powerfully protruding and sleekly
shaved pubic bone with the hungry folds of the pussy right underneath.
Pussy lips now lightly and happily shut, awaiting new oral attention in a few
moments. Mighty buttocks, strong arms, full tits still heaving under the shirt…
A complete woman! Someone to desire and pleasure with all her skills -
with total commitment to the task of providing wonderful feelings of lust and
pleasure. As long as possible. Whatever it took.
Any time. Any place.
As Anne started her gentle and loving tongue- play between those sweet
lips to nurse her gently through the oversensitive afterglow period, Carol
raised her head and looked down at her.
“Anne dear?!?”
“Mmmmmmmmh?”
“Remember what I whispered to you at the lecture with Jean, you know,
with you down on the bench?”
“Mmmmmmphh!” Anne remembered! She looked up into her eyes and made
a faint nod with her tongue buried half the way up the silky love channel. The
sweet memory of those predator pussy lips bursting apart right over her nose
made her shake with a wave of excitement. Even now.
Even here!
She squeezed her elbows tightly around those powerful hips as she
continued using a fingertip ever so gently on each happy nipple. Her tongue
reached the bottom before she carefully pulled out and continued to wash the
lower pussy lips with light, sweeping strokes.
“Do you want to make me absolutely completely
happy? You know, as happy as can be?!?”
Anne stopped her licking and looked up at Carol again, this time with
surprise in her eyes.
“But of course I do! Aren’t you happy now?!?”
“Silly little you! How could I not be happy with a miracle like you
between my legs?”
She smiled down at those slightly confused eyes.
“Don’t take it the wrong way! We’re talking total perfection of an
already perfect service. So, your part is already perfect. It’s my experience
of it I’m after… there is still even one higher level! Do you love me enough to
help me reach that ultimate level?”
Anne still didn’t catch the drift, but she was completely sure there
was nothing she wouldn’t be willing to endure to make a woman like Carol – or
Jean, or Pam or Mary, and all other luscious ladies of their incredible brand –
the happiest and most satisfied women on earth. Now that she knew that they
were really real, she was ready to devote her life to this ultimate task!
“Yes!…. More than anything!” she whispered
before she let her tongue pick up it’s teasing of the lower part of the gaping
slit.
“I’m so glad,” she whispered with dizzy eyes. Anne felt the first
little shiver in the thigh against her chin, and then noticed the clit again
protruding out from under its hood. Carol was about ready for another go.
“Well, you told me that Jean had not introduced you to our term
“burster”... She should know better than not to warn you about this. Most of
your potential clients and instructors are bursters!”
She looked down and smiled again. “And as I told you at the lecture;
I’m the head burster…. The real chief soaker!!”
Anne noticed how the lady’s eyes locked with hers in search of
reactions to her remarks.
Another moment of wondering. Hot shining eyes locked together with each
other.
Then suddenly it was clear! Of course!! The strange
taste of her juices of ecstasy. The strong clamp
around her head. The “I have to hold back, then”
remark back in the special chair.
The joy of understanding her hint was mixed with the chilling discovery
of what that could mean for her. She didn’t really mean that… she wasn’t
actually saying that she wanted her to…. no! Not that?!? All
the way?!? Or did she?!??
A chilling trickle went down her spine! Then warm and cold waves of
passion went through her. She realized she had had some thought about this in
the back of her mind a long time already. Ever since she heard Jean’s words the
first time back in her office, when she came into Debbie’s mouth. But that
definitely belonged to a part of her fantasy that she had considered too dark
to ever even contemplate in any real situation. Not a part of the real world...
just a dark, dark fantasy of the deepest submission. The
deepest and most hidden and most…. exciting. Yes; soul- shattering
exciting!
She thought she had reached the deepest of wonderful depths of
depravity and submission at the sit- in lecture the other day. Now Carol’s
words paved the way even further down…. into the black abyss. The black,
frightening abyss!!
Her heart pounded violently the way it always did when fever pitch
excitement hit her with its relentless force. Trembling nervousness crept in on
her.
Another dark and wild fantasy on the move. Still; such a fantasy was one thing. But
would she be able to do something like that in real life? All
the way?!? What if she got sick? What if she couldn’t stand it at all?
In this case there was no chicken switch possibility out of it!
Carol could see how those dark, beautiful eyes shone with a mixture of
panic and passion. That sweet, sweet girl. That young Anne with her special talents. If she could break
her into this, she would be ready for anything that would be expected of her in
their business. Why on earth didn’t Jean discuss this with her before?
“Do you understand what I mean?”
“Yes” came the short and breathless answer.
“Does it frighten you?”
“Yes” again. Dark eyes shining back into hers.
Silence. A looong moment.
Anne suddenly realized she had stopped her gentle tongue work. A shiny
drop slipped over the lower fold of the slit in front of her and disappeared
down into the crack of her lady’s ass. Resolutely she adjusted down a little
bit and sank her tongue in deep to collect it. A move that made Carol gasp and shiver lightly. Then she moved back to let her
tongue start playing along those wild outer lips of the juicy pussy again.
The clit had reached full size and was completely out from its
protective hood. In a few moments she knew it was time to start approaching it
and set her lady on fire again.
“Anne! Dear girl…. as we discussed so many times already; We only do things that we’re comfortable with. Now, as a
burster, I must admit I enjoy my orgasms a lot better if I don’t have to be
careful to hold back anything! This may be very difficult to control,
especially in our age. Like I said, a lot of our clients have these problems -
more or less - and also feel much better with the girls who know how to handle
and help a burster.”
Her body shook again as the darling tongue started playing upwards and
getting closer to her clit.
“The control with the bladder is something we normally handle
reasonably well by making sure we visit the restroom regularly. To some extent,
you can also train your muscles to help it. The critical moment is when your
orgasms explode into a young girl’s mouth. That’s when the weaknesses cannot be
hidden. The moment of truth, so to say.”
She gasped again as the wonderful tongue started pushing lazily into
the grooves on each side of her clit. Burning arousal again got her blood
boiling as she took time out to draw a deep breath before she continued.
“So, to put it in plain words, we tend to leak a little at that
critical point. Some just a little bit, more or less hidden in the juices they
gush into their service girl’s mouths. On the opposite side, you have those who
practically loose control of their bladder. They can spill a lot of their
bladder content when they cum.”
“And then we have the broad average of ladies, like myself.
When I concentrate really hard, I’m able to hold back almost all of it. Like for example when we had the sit- in lecture. But that
concentration and effort obviously comes with a price; it reduces the pleasure
of the orgasm.
In the beginning we thought that was something we would all have to
live with. But then we discovered that by braking in our little ones the right
way, by appealing to the right kind of passion and desire to give pleasure,
they actually had their ultimate turn- on from helping us out with this.”
“Jean discussed it with physicians from the
I have to admit I really can’t understand it too much. I would never
do something like that myself. But then again I would never want to be anywhere
but at the receiving end anyway. I’ve seen it over and over again though; the
girls straight on love it, and after a while they’re almost dying for
it. Really!”
Carol moaned again, and her hand came down to caress Anne’s fair locks.
She gave a gentle little tug to direct her tongue more firmly at her clit.
”Oh, and by the way; the physicians also stated that pussy juice is
exceptionally healthy! Especially for young people!”
Anne responded by circling her tongue around the now fully erect clit,
and at the same time slightly intensifying her fingertip massage of the nipples
up there. A wave of new submissive feeling had got to her, and she had already
decided to go for it. Sick or not. If it wasn’t
dangerous, it couldn’t be anything wrong about trying something that might well
be another mind- bending experience. Carol was an instructor. It was no problem
to get sick with her. At least far better than with some of the clients, if
what Carol told her was true.
Thrilling, but still very frightening. She had to admit to herself that she would
wish it wasn’t like this. But on the other hand… if it made the orgasms even
more perfect??…. Yes, she was definitely going to try it!! To want
it!!
With a dizzy head she thought back to the taste she had had at the
first orgasm. The part of the wonderful flow of juices that
she had clearly recognized as different. It wasn’t that bad, was it?!?
But then again, it would be different when she really let loose, wouldn’t it?!?
Anyway, there was no way to find out unless she tried, was there?!?
Guided by Carol’s firm hand, she homed in on the clit with narrowing
tongue circles, feeling how thighs and buttocks slowly started responding with
those tiny ripples of their own. Then she settled on a rhythm of slow tongue
flicking back and forth… right under the shaft of the clit, gradually
increasing the pressure of the tip.
In between she let it wipe down to the soaked opening, teasingly
pushing slightly inwards before returning back up.
Carol’s face grew tense again, and the part of her belly bare of the
curled- up skirt jerked deliciously each time the tongue touched the base of
the oversensitive pleasure nod. She gasped again as the hormones flushed
through her body making her weak with passion.
The sight of the elegantly curved belly right in front of her vision was
so exciting that Anne just had to touch it. Gently she let her palms move from
the grip around the hips and up onto the soft, mature curve, half way in under
the wrinkled skirt, moaning of joy through her nose as she felt the ripples of
passion deep inside. A few extra powerful tongue flicks caused a huge
contraction, and made the pubic bone bounce up at her nose.
Wonderful! Wild! Crazy!! Oh, how she loved this woman! How she loved any
delicious woman who could appreciate her skills and devotion the way this one
did!
And suddenly it was over her again. This thing about
Carol and Jean. Was Carol a match, or wasn’t she?
How on earth could she feel such all- consuming passion to this lady,
even when she thought she was endlessly in love with Jean?!? Or maybe she was
falling in love with Carol too? Or both? Or – the
thought chilled down her spine – maybe it was just pure passion?!? Maybe she
wasn’t in love at all! Maybe it was just the extreme submissiveness of her
nature that drove her? Sexual force rather than love?
No!!! She didn’t
want to think that way! She was in love! Definitely! She was in love with Jean,
and she was in love with Carol. And she was in love with horny, mature bodies
that responded to her caress with shattering, demanding passion! And that was
all she wanted to know for now…..
Anne worked her miracles on her lady for the next half hour or so,
using combination of flicking and penetration techniques to drive her up
towards a new peak. Her own tension grew with her partner’s, and when the laboured
breathing turned in to breathless sighs, she felt a mixture of passion and
nervousness that made her tremble like a leaf. The moment of truth was here!
Coming right up!
The hips rolled restlessly back and forth, grinding the pussy all over
her face as she strove to keep her tongue firmly on the pulsing clit. Then she
secured her grip around the hips and started a series of intense and powerful
flicks. Something she knew would bring on a devastating explosion in just a few
minutes. Carol’s body went on shaking stiffly as her breath gradually changed
into short, uncontrolled gasps, her head wallowing from side to side over the
neck rest as she gritted her teeth in response to the overwhelming sensations
flushing through her body.
Then she exploded!
A new eruption of wild bouncing and yells of ecstasy. Anne hanging on desperately as grasping
hands threatened to tear off all of her hair. She was totally consumed by the
enormous orgasm she had provoked, concentrating on keeping up the stimulation
and gulping down the gushing juices. Nothing else was on her mind, not even
when the pain from the tugging and tearing of her head and hair got almost
unbearable.
Somehow - she didn’t know how - she was able to control her own
feverish heat this time too. Helped partly by the pain caused
by Carol’s grasping hands. But she felt she had never experienced a heat
like this herself - not even with Jean - and just one careless movement would
send her headlong into her own uncontrollable orgasm.
But she had to hold on. She didn’t want to loose control with a woman
like this. She was the best service girl ever, and she had to prove to her and
to herself that she was able to keep her focus 100% on her lady’s pleasure, and
that only. She would have her relief later, when she was alone. No
problem.
As the ecstasy passed its peak, she did some final, powerful flicks
over the clit, and concentrated on the point when her lady got too sensitive to
stand the ministration. That was the time to gradually reduce the intensity of
the attack but at the same time keep up the sensations of those sweet, orgasmic
aftershocks as long as possible.
She gulped down the last squirt of juices as she focused completely on
this.
Suddenly her mouth was flooded again! And this time the taste was really
different. It kind of exploded in all over her mind as she in a flash recalled
Carol’s words about the bursters. The hot jet hit the back of her throat with a
shocking force that made her grimace and immediately brought tears to her eyes.
For a moment she was completely numb. Then she more or less by instinct gulped
it down. And then her mouth was full again.
She had held her grip at the hips, and pressed her mouth deep into the
folds of the still grinding pussy as she kept her focus on the fading orgasm. As
she managed to gulp down a second load of fluids, the instincts totally took
over her mind. She tugged her head backwards and released her mouth from its
warm embrace. The jet first hit her nose and cheek, and then splashed down her
neck and chest before Carol eventually was able to squeeze the flow shut. She
groaned in discomfort as the contact was broken, her hip still living its own
life as the abandoned pubic bone made a few more aimless twists.
“Oh Anne, dear;” she shouted, working herself better up on her shaking
elbows. “I’m so sorry! I’m so very sorry!!”
She continued up in a sitting position except her one leg still up on
the desk and reached out for the sputtering girl. She grabbed the towel at her
armrest and started drying her face and neck.
With a little trickle running out the corner of her mouth, Anne finally
got her breathing right again, and could use the towel herself to dry even the
tears from her eyes. Just a few days earlier she was sure that something like
this would have made her cry like a child. Luckily she had gained so much
experience and self- confidence in this game by now that she knew for sure
there was no reason to feel bad. No reason to feel bad about not being able to
do such an outrageous thing right the very first time.
Carol helped her to get her tee-shirt off as she continued to excuse
her lost control. She had prepared to relax and let go a little more than the
previous times, but the climax had been so all consuming that it had not been
possible to find a controllable middle way! No matter how much she tried!!
As they eventually calmed down again, Anne jumped to her feet and ran
over for a bucket of water and a rag out in the kitchen corner to clean up the
mess. As she worked on the carpet, her lady took the time to explain over again
what serving a burster was all about.
Then she held in and let herself fall limply back into the chair. Still totally spent.
She lay motionless the rest of the time as
Anne finished cleaning up everything. Eyes shut, one leg still up on the desk,
calm and rhythmic breathing.
Anne straightened her back and looked up at her lovely mistress. She
still recovered, completely relaxed, almost like she was sleeping.
“I think I’m ready” she whispered up at her.
“Mmmmmm?”
Carol lifted her head, opened her eyes and smiled down at her.
“How do you expect me to be able to move a single
muscle after that workout?!?”
Anne got down and crawled in between her legs again, gently patting her
leaking pussy with the towel.
The lady sighed. Then started on the process of
working herself out of the chair. Anne jumped up and helped her onto her
feet with attentive hands.
She then continued guiding her out of the office and through the dark
hallway into studio 4. The lady staggered shaky and almost bow- legged
at her side on her high heels until she could again raise her skirt and slump
down into the cushion of one of the deep leather recliners.
She let herself slip down into her favourite service position as Anne
draped the comfortably warm towel gently over her spent pussy.
“Anne dear, I cannot say this often enough; I am just straight out
impressed! I’ve never had a service like this before, not even from very
experienced girls!”
Anne looked up at her between her spread legs;
“I love you.”
Carol beamed at her. When she was exhausted like this, Anne thought she
could really see some genuine devotion and tenderness in her eyes. Definitely something more than the professional instructress.
One more thing to make her ever more determined to see it
properly through. All the way through!
Carol laughed meekly.
“If I should manage one more go, we’ll need some time. You’ll have to
be very gentle and patient. Normally I can take a lot of orgasms in one night,
but I must say that your technique wears me out completely!”
Anne chuckled with her for a moment before she got serious again,
“I promise you I’ll be very careful and patient!”
“I know you’ll be.”
And Anne kept her word. When her lady was perfectly relaxed again, she
started off with a lot of gentle kissing. She even took the liberty of
carefully lifting Carol’s legs and let the tip of her passionate tongue play
around and right inside the tight, pink opening of her nether hole. Then she
used the flat of her tongue to massage the soft peace of skin between the two
openings. Long, loving strokes.
This obviously did the trick, because she had her lady panting and
sighing again in a matter of minutes.
She let Anne hold her legs with her knees almost resting against the
shoulders and her entire ass spread in front of her face as the girl let her
tongue play around and enjoy the tight, pink- grey opening. It was wonderful to
sense how it instinctively clamped down on her tongue as she teasingly pushed
just slightly inwards.
Again the taste was not the thing that was wonderful about it,
obviously. Just the fact that it was wild… wild and
passionate, a new and extended level of submission, of providing pleasant
sensations to her lady. And an excellent way to take
her through the recovery after her orgasm. And just wild wild wild wild!!!
The shape of the huge behind in its broadest glory, resting on the edge
of the leather seat, the wildly erotic movements when pleasure spread
throughout the wonderful body, the way it accepted and literarily devoured her
passionate caresses and horny tonguing - all of it was just breath- taking,
awesome and totally overwhelming.
Another ten minutes of tonguing and moaning passed as she enjoyed the
richness and femininity of the full ass and the little sensitive opening. As
her lady’s moans started sounding slightly strained, she withdrew her insistent
tongue and gently let her legs back down again. She sensed her readiness to be
driven up towards another climax, and “washed” her tongue in her own saliva for
a moment before she swallowed and let it dart in between the sweet folds of the
pussy again. There was a short squeal of passion to welcome her back in. Back
in where she belonged, and where she felt she could stay the rest of her life.
Really! The rest of her life!
“Anne dear?”
“Mmmmmm?”
“What do you think? Can I…. Can I relax? Enjoy
it fully? You know…?”
Anne let her tongue slip flatly up at the clit and slide up and down
several times over the now hard nodule.
“I thought my tongue had already told you!!!…..”
“Anne my dear girl…. I just love you!!!…”
“Mmmmmmm…”
Then the room was almost completely silent. For the next half hour or
so, the only sounds to be heard was an occasional moan,
and a few slopping sounds of a hard working tongue. Carol had overcome her
soreness completely, and floated weightlessly in a cloud of heavenly feelings.
She concentrated on relaxing totally, and let the pleasure impulses massage her
mind, travel back and forth throughout her brain and body.
It took a long time to build up this time. But she didn’t mind at all.
She had planned to be home at a certain time that evening, but there was
absolutely no hurry. Nothing could pull her out of this distant dimension of
sweet sensations.
Anne worked more patiently and devoted than ever. And she was
determined to keep the burster challenge in mind this time…. all the way
through! Her own passion was so worked up it left her shaking even when her
mistress was relaxed. She was quite sure she would not survive the next ecstasy
without loosing control herself. No… not with her blood practically boiling
already at this point!
Another ten minutes was what it took. Carol’s orgasm was violent, but
exhausted, a kind of mobilization of the last strength into a final workout.
But her yell of passion was enough to tear Anne over the edge along with her.
As her own body trembled and jerked in orgasmic bliss, she had the
first squirt of her lady’s bladder down her throat. This time she was prepared
though, and as the strong, tangy taste blew in all over her senses and mind, it
was suppressed by the rain of sparks exploding all over her inner vision as her
body finally got it’s own release.
They shook like this in unison ecstasy as Carol’s flow poured down her
throat in a steady torrent. A perfect match in movement and
passion, even at a moment like this. And a match so perfect that Anne
even now had a place in her mind for that creeping feeling that there could be
more things to life than Jean. Definitely more things….
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