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AWO08. - Teambuilding
tanrayb@hotmail.com
Lazy breakers drove a monotonous rush up
the cliffs from
The evening was warm and quiet, and the
setting sun started to paint the light feather clouds in the horizon in a deep
read colour. A romantic and beautiful background for a very
important talk with two of the most extraordinary ladies in her new life; Jean
and Carol.
She knew that this was a special evening
for several reasons. First and foremost because the two ladies clearly
considered themselves managers, and as such didn’t get too much involved with
the students that went through the training program. At least
not with the daily progress. Alas, there had to be a good reason for
them to sit down with her like this!
And then she knew – from several remarks
made by both of them – that they had special plans. Special
plans for her. Not like for the other girls. For her only! She
didn’t know what it was all about, although she had a few hunches. But right
here and right now, the important thing was that she felt special. She was
special. A chosen one. And hopefully
not only because of her special skills. She in fact felt quite strongly
that it also had to do with her own personality, her positive thinking, frank
submissiveness, genuine passion, ability to love and
worship…. Simply put, her way of doing things and getting along.
They chatted lightly over huge marguerites.
Even this beautiful evening theirs were one of just a few
occupied tables at the huge terrace overlooking the bay.
As usual the two ladies were perfectly
dressed in elegant business suits. Jean wore a vest and a dark grey tie under
her jacket. Carol was a little more casual with a dark brown top and a deep red
scarf with her jacket. Anne, for the occasion, wore a light almost white summer
jacket, yellow tee- shirt, and stonewashed jeans. A sharp contrast to the other
two, but quite according to what they had asked – or rather expected.
Carol sat more or less opposite of her with
her legs crossed. The edge of her skirt had crept half way up her silky thighs.
Anne knew this was business, and tried not to be affected by the breathtaking
view. But of course, that was completely impossible. Just the feeling of the
lady’s presence was enough to get her going. Well… any one of them, for that
matter!
Jean put her drink down and knowingly
smiled at Anne.
“I can see you appreciate the choice of
location. As always I’m able to read your mind like an open book!”
She laughed as she raised a gloved hand to
call on the waiter for refills, then explained her
remark to Carol.
The two ladies soon got serious again, and
Anne felt their eyes glow at her as her mistress got to the point.
“Now, I thought I should tell you a little
more about the future plans for the business we’re running,” Jean started. “And what that will mean for your – and our –
situation.
At the moment business is going quite well,
and I’ll be fairly busy considering the different alternatives for expansion.
Quite careful expansion! You know; what kind, how, where, and so on. So, even
though I’d love to, I’ll have less time to personally follow your training and
development. Carol will be more available, but I’ll need her assistance too -
at least for periods of time.
All this will require some special
arrangements for you. We need to continue our attempts of implementing your
special skills into the established group of service girls. And we need to
continue developing and subsequently establish you as one of the top ranking
expert in our staff.”
Anne reassured them that she was more than
willing to do what was necessary to see things through the best way. She was
just unsure about how. Come to think of it, she had still not met any of the
operating service girls in Jean’s staff. Jennifer from the infamous sit- in
lecture was also still in training, like herself.
“Yes,” Jean responded to her question, “I
know you haven’t really met any of them yet. I simply wanted to introduce you
and a few of the other trainees in a proper way. Like a meeting somewhere,
where we could get more acquainted in a way that makes it easy for everybody.
That’s a new idea of mine. The first girls got to meet each other more or less
by chance during training and later on field trips. That’s not the right way to
do it, though, and this is one of the things I’d like to improve on a bit. I’m
thinking more in the terms of some kind of established teambuilding session. Of
course with our own special twist!
So, I – we
- wanted to let you know that you can look forward to a great introduction
party up at the institute! Deb is already on the preparations. And you’ll be
the guest of honour!”
With a horny heat that almost felt like a
physical pressure against her body, their eyes continued to glow at her.
“And as the guest of
honour, which date would be appropriate to you?!?”
Anne was a little bit stunned, indeed. But
still her emotions were mixed.
Being the guest of honour was great,
obviously. But as Jean’s words started to sink in, she realised that she was
actually saying that she wouldn’t have as much time to spend with her as
before. Less time….. and less interest?!
She wondered. Could she have gotten too
intimate with Carol? Was she getting involved in the positioning games between
the two ladies without really being aware of it?
Or did Jean look at her as someone who was
already well integrated into her group, and now she could go out there and
continue hunting for other heads? Literarily?!?
That was a notion she definitely didn’t
like at all. But somehow she felt that it couldn’t really be that bad. Jean and
Carol obviously had other things to do, no doubt about it. They were after all
managing a blooming business together. So it could be just a practical
arrangement of things. Clearly. But
still…..
“Oh… I don’t know, really… Well, Friday…
Friday would be fine!”
“Great! I’m so glad! We both are available
Friday, and so is the group. In fact it was one among a fairly limited number
of days possible.”
The setting sun now painted a deep red
colour all over the hazy horizon with its scattered feather- like clouds. The
three women admired the beautiful view as they chatted lightly over their
drinks. Anne had sunk deep down in her reflections on positive thinking, self-
confidence, and being special. So deep she almost jumped as she noticed the
focus returning back on her.
“One more important thing: we – or should I
say I – have temporarily stopped the search for new potential service girls to
our staff. We’ve discussed this point very carefully, and found that we really
needed to work on your skills with the rest of the group before we continue. We
never wanted to be just good. We want to be the best! And you can help make
that happen.
If it’s Okay with you, I would be very
happy to somehow be able to announce this on the introduction party.”
The two ladies again grinned at her obvious
trepidation.
“Not that you’ll be facing a cheering crowd
of fans or anything like that! I’ll just try to bring the message home during
that evening, one way or the other. You know… Clearly we’ve already seen how
the skills of our girls are decisive factors of success. When they really
excel, and eventually even exceed expectations, then the marketing job is done
simply by the word on the street! Or – more precisely – the
rumours between our influential clients.
So, my dear, it seems like you’re in for a
lot of overtime!”
Once again Anne’s feelings were a total
mess. Her mood shifted from rage over being abandoned due to her ladies busy
schedules all the way over to being overjoyed for her position as the most
special girl on their staff. And sometimes the sheer joy of knowing that they
were really real! Like…. real ladies…. mature, gracious, and horny, wanting
real, devoted pleasure from young, lustful girls like her. Wanting
it in fact from her. What more could she ever wish for? A few
weeks back she’d still refuse to believe that this world existed!!
But everything was changed now… also in
other ways. She was deeply in love with Jean, and she felt a very strong
attraction and affection for Carol as well. And Pam. And Mary. All of them, actually! Their
wonderful hot bodies, their fresh and free natures, their self- confident
sexuality, unrestricted passion and shameless quest for pleasure. But
Jean was the first; the pioneer… the eye- opener… the pathfinder. The one to
take her to the mountain top and let her see the promised
land!!!! Oh yes. Martin’s words were definitely appropriate. It was
nothing but good…. Nothing but great. Nothing could be
wrong about loving women like Jean! Nothing!
And she had said that she had stopped her
search for new talents. Clearly not because of her personality, but still, at
least, she was the one directly affecting that decision. Could it be possible
to use the position this gave her to win the lady’s heart for good? How should
she then deal with Carol in the future? If she should try to
think a little bit strategically - for once?!?
It was becoming more and more clear to her
that she couldn’t stand the thought of being just another of the service girls.
She wanted to be special among the special. To Jean.
And Carol?!
Was that possible? Could she expect Jean to
finally choose her if she obviously harboured similar feelings to Carol? Even
if those feelings were more primitive passion and glowing desire than real
burning love?
And how about the obvious
rivalry between them?
They were very good at hiding it to others, but Anne had sensed it almost
immediately. And every day it was even more clear to
her. Officially good friends and associates, but under the surface a weird kind
of a power- struggle, or whatever you would call it. Exactly how much, she
still didn’t know. Of course she hoped she was wrong, and that it was just some
kind of a feeling generated simply by the awesome impression they made.
But there definitely was something…
that was for sure.
Once again she thought over what she
actually knew about their relationship. She let her mind rumble through the
impressions and dialogues she had with Carol the other day when they spent the
evening together at the institute. It wasn’t easy since her senses were totally
drugged by the powerful femininity of the lady’s body. But with some
concentration she could recall at least some of the things they had been
chatting about.
Carol lay spent and motionless all over the
couch with Anne worshipfully on her haunches at her feet.
What time it was she didn’t know. But it
must have been like 2 or 3 in the morning. A wonderful, early
morning with a hazy atmosphere of exhausted afterglow, warm compassion, and
joyful satisfaction. Even with the intense itching in her
own overheated pussy.
She felt Carol start to drift off to sleep
as she tenderly stroked her thighs and calves with loving fingertips and soft,
sensitive lips. The greedy, predator- like pussy lips up there happily closed
and relaxed, satisfied from loving tongue treatment – for now.
Anne didn’t feel tired at all. She was
already looking intensely forward for the moment when those lips were ready to
part once again around her tongue, to welcome her back in where she belonged,
to kiss her own lips in the passionate embrace that created the magic unity
that she had so learned to love and strive for.
She almost jumped when she heard Carols
voice from above, clear and soft at the same time;
“Anne dear, did Jean find you in school?
Down at Greer?”
“Er… yes…., yes,
she did…”
“I thought so. What did she actually tell
you about me? I mean – before we met. You and me.”
Anne’s heart started pounding again. She
immediately recalled the fact that Jean hadn’t mentioned her with a single word
until they met in her office the day of the sit- in lecture. What should she
say? What was the right thing to say?!?
“Well…..“ Anne desperately tried to think
of a way out. “She actually didn’t say much…” She kept on kissing a lazily
stretched ankle. “I…. I don’t know…..”
“You mean, she didn’t mention me at all?!?”
Carol raised her head to look down at her
in disbelief. Anne instinctively tried to hide behind her knee.
What could she tell her?
A long, unbearable moment of silence….
Then Carol let her head fall back again as
she sighed.
“Be a darling and get me a blanket, will
you?”
Anne jumped to her feet, more than happy to
be released from the cold grip of interrogation. In no time she stood over her
with a huge, soft one from the machine accessory cupboard.
“Now get down here, and cover us up! And
give me a big, big kiss!!
-
- -
Again Anne’s heart pounded in her chest. Only this time from fear for her life more than anything else.
Sure enough, she was nervous about this
team building session with the other service girls, but racing with Jean along
What if the cops finally got her? Did she
ever think about that?
The dust cloud
accompanying Jean’s car as she roared up in front of the institute was already
widely known as one of her hallmarks.
Anne was glad to get out alive this time
too, and had completely forgotten her other concerns as they entered the
familiar building.
“Time for some serious teambuilding” Jean
smiled as they strode into her office for a cup of coffee.
They were still early. They could hear the
distant music from Pam’s last aerobic hour from one of the studios.
Deb came in with fresh coffee and cookies
for them as they sat down to discuss the details of the evening’s party.
Anne had eventually managed to relax a bit.
But when she all of a sudden got aware of a minivan moving up in front of the
entrance, she felt the familiar tickling in the stomach again. Finally she was going to meet the other
service girls. The real field operators!
Through the blinds she could see the young
lovelies stepping out one by one, and filing into the building in the direction
of the reception room facing the back yard.
Strange how young they looked! Mentally,
she had pictured these girls to be more experienced and consequently… bigger….
older…. somehow. Imagine; some of them already had almost a year of field
experience on their butt!
Suddenly she felt totally lost again. Lost
in space! How could she be special when she hadn’t even seen a single client yet?
Hadn’t done anything but training and preparation? And some of them were surely
even younger than her…. - and far more beautiful!! Almost like Barbie dolls.
She could hear them chatter and giggle down
the hallway…. Just like that! Like they should be having
biology class.
She suddenly managed to grasp the
significance of Jean’s training…. far beyond the question of technique.
Attitude and self- confidence definitely was an ultimate key – like she had
always said. And this was the clearest evidence Anne had seen so far. This
chatter, this confident and trustful mood, the obvious friendship and mutual
respect they felt to each other. “How can you be a good service girl if you’re
not able to think positively?” Jean had stated. And it wasn’t just a phrase - definitely
not! From her own reluctant steps into this fabulous world, she perfectly well
knew what it took to be confident.
Jean had stopped talking, and Anne could
feel her looking at her. She turned to meet her smiling eyes.
“See?!”
Anne just nodded.
Damn! Every time she felt she started to
get on top of things, she was reduced to a helpless kitten again. And this time
it felt real bad! Right here and now. She was supposed
to teach them something?!? Eventually….
How on earth was she even going to be able
to confront them? To face them? Meet their gaze? All of them together?
She felt the sweat break out all over her
body, and her hands started trembling lightly. She jumped as she felt Jean’s
warm, calm hands over hers, and again turned to meet her intense, grey- green
eyes.
“I know this feels like kind of an awkward
moment,” she smiled at her, speaking with a completely relaxed and reassuring
voice. “This time you’re not going to meet just experienced and confident
ladies, but service girls quite like yourself.
But let me just assure you that it will be
OK! You’ll be surprised how relaxed the atmosphere will be. And I should know;
I created it! And besides, I wasn’t able to collect more than about eight girls
for this evening, so it isn’t like you’re facing half of the local community!”
She chuckled lightly before she continued.
“These girls are as busy as everybody else.
They have jobs, studies or friends to handle. And some of them are on service,
of course. This evening I ended up
having four of the girls out. One of them is even doing a full day sit- in
service at a medical research institution in Pescada!”
She took a sip of her coffee. Even through
her calm smile Anne could recognize this familiar uneasiness about her that
betrayed her rising heat.
That helped her relax a little. Obviously,
her lady expected nothing but sweet pleasure from tonight’s event. Then why
shouldn’t she expect exactly the same thing?
Carol hadn’t talked much more about her
relationship to Jean after their exhausting night together.
The next time they had had a chance to be alone, she had chosen to focus on her personal development. Her approach to the challenges of life in general, and especially
her new ways in the area of sex. Anne felt it was because she needed
time to think about how to deal with the things she had learned so far from
their intimate moments together.
The lady told her how the desire for other
women’s touch had been with her for as long as she could remember, and she had
had several flings with girls throughout the years, even after she got married.
But she freely admitted that it was Jean’s
ideas that set the things right for her; that made her understand what she
really craved.
Because lesbian or
straight actually wasn’t the important thing. No no!
Getting head was what it was all about! – And getting it good!! A patient and
skilled tongue working her pussy for hours at end. Whenever
she felt the need…. whenever she got horny.
And that turned out to be pretty often!
As their service girls got more and more
skilled and devoted, she and Jean had discovered what continuous stimulation
and repeated orgasms could do to your body over time. If it was the general
hormone level or purely a mental thing, they didn’t know. But the fact was that
the more and the more thunderous orgasms they had, the more their body craved.
And now they were more or less addicted! She had lost count of how many times
she had fallen asleep somewhere som early morning
with a young girl between her legs; - totally exhausted after a full evening
and night of continuous oral service and an unknown number of intense orgasms.
In the worst periods, they’d had to pick up
again the next morning and continue up until noon time before she finally felt
satisfied…. at least for the next few hours.
Jean had had exactly the same experience,
and they got quite close in their common enjoyment of the skills of their young
students. And their own desires.
Carol really had had the impression that
their previous rivalry now was a thing of the past. That was until Anne came
into the picture. It was clear to her that Jean had plans for the girl. Plans
beyond what they had discussed down at Kamachooga. And
consequently beyond what she had wanted to tell her as well.
What exactly was she planning?
“Cheers!”
A unison reply met Jean as she lifted her
glass. Smiling she swept down her remaining champagne. She then put the glass
down and got up to face the light- headed group.
“OK ladies and girls! Welcome to all of
you. And a special welcome to Anne, Laura, and little Liz -
the three latest students entering our special training program.
Also, a warm welcome to our specially
invited guests this evening: Ms. Mary Roberts, Ms. Clare Wilder and Ms.
Veronica Chambers.”
Scattered clapping
followed by some slightly nervous giggling. The introduced ladies joined in with broad, glamorous
smiles.
“I hope all of you liked our idea for the
theme of the party. Although everybody perfectly well know what our position in
ordinary service is, I thought a roman slave theme could be fun and exciting
for the evening.
As you see the service girls have these
costumes created as a part of our client fantasy choices. What’s new is that we now even have lady
outfits in a matching style. And Deb here has used her excellent creativity all
afternoon to create - or should I rather say recreate - this exciting set with
classical roman chairs and tables.
So, anyone of you ladies who would like to
play along; please follow Deb to the wardrobe, and she will help you change
your clothes and dress you up in the costumes.”
Jean was delighted to see all the ladies
jumping to their feet and following Deb out. Pam and Carol were already dressed
in their costumes, and remained half lying back in their chairs. The girls sat
in a spacious circle in the middle of the floor, each with their glass of
champagne.
They had all been chatting lightly already
for a while, and almost all the guests had had several glasses, so the mood was
rising rapidly. And so was the sensual tension.
Jean found she had been a little bit too
pessimistic, almost as usual these days. She was a cautious person and liked to
be well prepared with all the things she pulled off. Although she had assured
Anne on several occasions, she had thought it would be kind of a challenge to
create a suitable atmosphere - at least for the early part of the evening. But
she immediately recognized there had been no reason to worry about that. Keen
hunger was what she could read in everybody’s eyes, and that was definitely not
just for the fried chicken and fruit arrangement that Deb and Pamela had
prepared as part of the set!
It was amazing! The first sessions she had
organised did come out a little bit slow from the start. But when the
people started to know each other better, especially the part on the different
sexual preferences, the hesitation evaporated, and everything was just
fantastic! And now she felt confident about this evening as well. The idea about a theme for the party – which
actually came from Pam - was a thing that helped relaxing things even more.
The ladies filed back into the room in
their exciting costumes, each one looking better than the other, smiling even
more glamorously at their cheering and whistling young admirers. Although it
must have felt at least a little strange to show off in the boarded toga- like
white coats, none of them showed any sign of discomfort or uncertainty as they
with gracious steps moved up in front of them. When Jean gallantly waved for
them to sit down, they found their places on the chairs with the natural authority
that just came with the role they were playing.
It was clear to Anne that all the ladies,
also those she hadn’t seen before, knew this game very well. They relaxed and
lifted their glasses lazily at the girl who went between them with an extraordinary
genuine looking amphora of red wine.
The girls stayed with the champagne. And as
a distinct difference from those ancient Mediterranean days, they were served
by a young doll with a huge three- litre bottle as well.
“Now girls,” Jean clapped her hands in her
half- laying position, “I invite you to enjoy the party! I’d like to take the
opportunity to thank Debbie and Pamela for their wonderful decorations, and for
the drinks and the nice smelling food. And now I encourage all of you to have
fun and really dig in! Each in her own way!!”
New giggling. Again even the gracious ladies joined in
as an appreciation of Jean’s invitation.
It didn’t take long until the edges of
those white, bordered coats had slipped more or less all the way up voluptuous
lady thighs, and the girls had a free view to glistening, horny pussy lips in
the shadows underneath.
Lazy legs were stretched graciously down to
be welcomed by soft, worshipping young lips eager to show what they could do to
a gorgeous, imperial mistress.
The heat was already like a deep vibrating
tone in the room.
As the slave girl’s lips, tongues, and
hands moved upwards and grew more persistent, rounded soft thighs gradually
opened more and more. Neatly trimmed bushes or sleekly shaved pubic bones were
teasingly bared. Soaking wet pussy lips slipped apart in glowing anticipation.
Unbearably slow red lips kissed their way upward, drawn by the sheer beauty of
pure and genuine desire, and the hunger for mind- melting pleasure.
Jean had been burning hot
already from the early afternoon, and felt the hormones cavorting throughout
her body at the luscious sight around her.
These parties were some of the most exciting things she could do. She
felt her belly get weak from excitement as she watched Carol’s expression when
she opened her legs graciously to welcome the eager tongue of a sweet thing
called Julia. Her companion gasped breathlessly and let herself sink back in
the chair with heavy eyelids as the tongue snaked its way into the depths of
her love channel.
Again...…. A sweet, young tongue where it belonged!
Most of all Jean would have
preferred to have Anne at her knees in front of her even on this occasion, of
course. But she knew perfectly well that that would establish a definite
impression of favouritism that she didn’t want…. at least not yet. She had to
remind herself that there would be plenty of possibilities to enjoy the
fantastic skills of that amazing girl. Any time…. anywhere…..
She was so horny and
impatient that her legs were widely spread in front of the flushed face of
Doreen, one of the girls who just started her field operation. The girl had
full access, and sensing her mistress’ readiness and impatience to be served,
swiftly got her head down into her crotch. The nose split her tiny bush, lips
sealed themselves on lips, and then tongue sneaked in between lips! Jean too
had to let out a trembling moan as the tongue moved almost directly to the
right spots. Exactly what she was trained so carefully for! Soft hands came up
to grasp her thighs and hips, pulling her gently into a loving hug that would
let the tongue do it’s magic with maximum effect.
Mouth heat again spread
rapidly from a burning knot somewhere under her urethra and throughout her body
all the way out into her fingertips. As she relaxed completely and closed her
eyes, the sound of slopping tongue activity and strained moans from all around
her filled her senses like som magic pleasure drug.
As the hormone flow rushed
up and down her spine in escalating waves that nearly stocked the breath in her
throat, she lolled in the ecstatic feelings, the whole magic experience of this
incredibly erotic bliss.
No matter how many times
she experienced it, no matter what circumstances, it always was the same
thrill. And now matter what setting, what context, where.…
or with whom! Well…. almost, at least!
Roman slave girls,
physiology class, torture dungeon, boss- secretary games, back seat drivers…
whatever!
It all gave the same
charge, the same passion. The same feeling of power and
supremacy that really got her going… every time. Only now she had still
one crazier element to add to the experience… Anne!
She gasped again as the
tongue started flicking her clit steadily from side to side, and soft girlish
hands came up from under her thighs to start worshipping her nipples with
gentle fingertips. As she absorbed the new increased level of stimulation, she
eventually managed to raise her head to look for her favourite young trainee.
She recognised her crouched
posture between the spread thighs of Ms. Wilder, her old friend from all the
way back at the college of education. A
new moan escaped her as she saw the expression on the woman’s face. Man, did
she get the service of her life! Even though Anne probably hadn’t even started
her deep tongue trusts yet, the lady’s hips were working heavily against her
face. And one hand already had a solid grip on the back of the girl’s head,
persistently messing up her already untidy hairstyle.
The horny view made Jean
shiver, and she felt a gush of her juices flush into the hungry mouth of her
own dear, hard working little one. A joyous moan came from down there as the
girl gingerly consumed this elixir of pleasure in between muffled moans,
focusing her efforts on a steady and regular titillation of the pulsing clit.
She knew she did well, and that a firm and predictable stimulation – still with
some small playful variations – was what would bring guaranteed results in a
matter of minutes! The first of a long chain of explosions
that would make this another memorable night of wonderful pleasure and joy.
To Anne the world around
her was non- existent. Her new lady, Ms. Whateverhernamewas,
was as succulent and wonderful as any woman Jean would bring along for her, and
she was up to her ears in her devotion to bringing her the ultimate pleasure…
and bringing it good!
She had started off with
the usual technique of drawing her tongue up an down the length of the gaping
slit, before diving in to focus her stimulation on the urethra and the base of
the clit. The woman’s response was swift and powerful, and in no time she had
her hips and belly working on a level of twitching and shuddering that she had
hardly seen before. Her full tits wiggled deliciously under the white toga, and
Anne longed to get her hands on them to increase her lady’s – and her own –
pleasure. But for now, she had to concentrate on holding those bucking hips in
position for her hard working lips and tongue, and leave the finer details for
later.
The woman had a way of
observing her skilful activities carefully with glowing eyes. As she did, her
facial expressions changed according to the waves of pleasure flashing back and
forth through her belly. Anne couldn’t help peering up at that face in
fascination, and then to try out how different tongue stunts affected that
expression and the way the lips twisted and writhed. As she went on to a firm
stimulation of the root of the clit the next few minutes, the face and hips
seemed to take over all of the lady’s bodily functions. Small squirts of pussy
juice splattered the back of her throat as a response to a particularly strong
wave of stimulation. And when she made the first few of her special deep tongue
penetrations, she was nearly lifted totally off the chair.
She trembled
uncontrollably, the other hand came down behind her head to yank her mouth hard
down onto her pubic bone as well, and her breath stocked completely as she
slowly pushed her head back and shot her cheek into the air, displaying all the
strained blood veins and tendons in her neck.
A final, long gasp…
Then a
mind- blasting explosion!
A long, throaty howl; and
wild trashing! Hands grasping and pulling mercilessly on full
locks of dark hair. The wild start of a totally wild evening!
All of the ladies had
either already tried, or heard about Anne’s special talents. So
last few minutes all of them had kept at least half an eye on Ms. Wilder in
order to find out for themselves, or out of pure curiosity. And all of
them were hoping for an oportunity to enjoy the
girl’s gifted talents at least once during the evening, as Jean had more or
less promised already.
Ms. Wilder’s
very vocal and visual confirmation of their expectations was a trigger to tip
several of the other mistresses over the edge as well. The room filled with
heated cries, bucking bodies, and whimpers of pain and excitement as the first
wave of hair- tearing orgasms impacted.
To her surprise Jean could
see Carol cry out wildly and blow her first load into the insatiable throat of
her slave girl along with the first wave of ecstasy. Jean had gotten used to
her friend being quite enduring, so she had expected her to need a couple of
more minutes for optimal pleasure, like herself.
But a lot of things had
changed when Anne came along. Clearly! She affected everybody… One way or the
other! And her hallmark was her ability
to break down all resistance before her victim even knew what hit her! Jean
used to think it was because of her special oral talents only, but she now had
a growing feeling that there clearly was something else too… something more. Something about that entire personality. She still couldn’t
figure out exactly what, but she already knew that this something held a key to
success that was at least as important as the technical skills. Maybe even
more…
Carol had been observing
Anne and Ms. Wilder too. And that did it…. even for her! Even now!! Her slave
girl Julia was good…. one of the best, in fact. She had more than half a year
of field experience with the most influential and demanding clients. But still
she wasn’t Anne. And she hadn’t even met the girl in order to start learning
her special technique still.
Carol twitched and bucked
around on her chair, and Julia stayed with her with all her excellent skills.
The knowledge that that lovely girl this very moment had a torrent of juices
and piss spraying her mouth was enough to build the melting sensation of an
emerging climax in her own belly too.
There was actually no
reason to hold back, so Jean got a firm grip of her own slave girl’s head and
relaxed completely as she let herself drift gently up towards the peak. The
trick was to relax your hips and breathe normally. And then just let it happen!
And let it hit you like a bolt of lightning!!
Those orgasms always were
the most intense ones. And when her slave girl had experience enough to stay in
position and keep her tongue exactly at the right spot when she lost control of
her hips, and then all the way through the shuddering ecstasy, that’s when you
know what life is all about!!
Surely young Doreen had
just started her field operation, but she had been in intensive training for
months before that. So she should have all the skills required.
And she did!
Jean experienced an orgasm
so violent that she had sparks raining all over her inner vision! A cracking
firework making the millennium look…. like a candlelight evening! So intense,
exhilarating and draining as she never thought she could get it from anybody
but her own, beloved Anne. And still, mixed with the wild waves of ecstasy -
somewhere far back in her mind - was this feeling that it in fact was
given by her favourite darling; no matter who in fact sucked the orgasm out of
her squirting pussy. Some strange way…. something about the way she was
thinking of her.
Doreen was extremely
encouraged by Jean’s eruptive response to her oral efforts, and hung on for all
she was worth to make sure her lady would stay in her ecstatic paradise as long
as humanly possible. No effort, no pain, no exertion would be powerful enough
to divert her from the task that life was all about! About giving unlimited
pleasure and satisfaction to a lady like Jean Alden!
And that was exactly
what got Jean going too. Beyond anything else… Sensing this total
devotion, the all- consuming commitment to the task of providing that kind of
pleasure. This ultimate feeling that let her give herself completely
over to ecstasy, just throw her head back, scream her heart out, and literarily
flood the hungry slave girl mouth in blissful joy. Live with the spasms ripping
through her body. Melt into the mouth glued to her pleasure source.
And then it was the
additional spark created by this strange thing about Anne’s personality. Even
now, when she was with somebody else! This love, this admiration, this strange
something - whatever it was - that made this girl unique. And made her
pleasures complete.
Which actually made
the pleasure complete to all the ladies that had been with her.
Jean let her hips
live their own life in the rigid grip of Doreen’s firm hands, and dance their
way through the peak and on into the numbing relaxation phase. She hadn’t had a
go for two days, so she knew she would need just a short recovery period to be
ready for the next scene, whatever her clever assistants had been thinking of.
Teambuilding was a
marvellous thing!
It took another couple of minutes before
all the ladies had been through their first orgasm of the evening.
As they lay panting and gasping all over
their chairs – still with their service- girls head resting between their
thighs - another girl with a cruel looking iron neck- collar went around
between them with the amphora of read wine.
With shaky hands they lifted their glasses
for refilling as those incredibly worshipping tongues nursed their pussies
through the sensitive process of recovery with exceptionally fine tuned levels of
titillation.
Jean took her time and fully enjoyed the
exquisite wine – like always - as she let her body recover. Doreen’s expert
tongue kept up a gentle massage of the length of her slit. Sweeping
flatly up and down with exactly the right push, and exactly the right distance
from her oversensitive clit. Like she had learned so well…. and knew so
perfectly.
The service girls didn’t have their glasses
refilled. Three glasses of champagne should get to them quite well, and
anything more would affect their concentration and precision for the later
parts of the evening.
And that, of course, was something that
simply couldn’t be!
Deb and one of the youngest girls brought
in several new trays of fresh fruit. Grapes, oranges,
strawberries and melons. And orange juice to enjoy after the wine. And
from the hallway a smell of another bout of fried chicken legs seeped into the
room, bringing a surprisingly convincing contribution to the ancient roman
atmosphere the staff had strived to create.
Pam presented the refreshments as an
intermediate relaxation course, and used the opportunity to announce an
exciting performance for the next break. Then she once again encouraged
everybody to enjoy the service.
The ladies relaxed, enjoyed the
refreshments, and chatted lightly with each other. But it didn’t take long
until their impatient service girl had them breathing and trembling again. With
well- trained expertise they searched for - and one by one found - the right
moment when their ladies were over the soreness and sensitivity after their
first service, and ready to take on the stimulation necessary to bring them
back up in full heat again.
The
young devotees had their own pussies tingling and dripping with pleasure, of
course. And as they had learned so carefully all from the start, the way to get
their own release was through the ecstasy of their mistresses. The more all- consuming the orgasm of their lady, the more
satisfying the mental one that their own body would experience. Jean’s
rule number one!
And there was nothing like rule number two
either! To dig into a wet and horny pussy! And not just any pussy!! The pussy
of a lady who knew what she wanted. What she craved. What she needed. And how
she wanted it! A woman who knew what a first class service should be like. Who
knew exactly what she should expect. A lady completely trimmed with the tunes
of her service girl’s scales. A kind of a higher unity in
perfect coordination. A perfect match. A perfect duet. Jean, at some point, had found it useful to
compare it all with some conservative kind of table manners. Like a guest and a
waiter knew the rules and the standards of their roles, so would a lady and her
available service girl know. Just like the most natural thing. At least in the
wonderful world that Jean had created.
To the other ladies, this was a party
similar to many others they had attended lately; wonderful, superb and utterly
satisfying. Even Carol enjoyed the services just the way she had learned to
treasure and enjoy it.
Only Jean felt that this evening indeed was
special. It was this strong feeling - this fuckin’
feeling of being on the brink of something new and revolutionary. Something
that could make a major difference to the way you looked at and approached
things. A feeling that just didn’t go away. Didn’t want to go away. And - at the same time – was
completely impossible to grasp. To concretize. To clarify.
She only knew – for certain – that she was
going to find out. Sooner or later!
In the mean time she had a tickling in her
body stronger than she had felt in a long time, and she soon experience another
mind- bending orgasm into the mouth of the girl she had exchanged with Ms.
Chambers a couple of minutes ago. An orgasm even more intense than the first
one, - and one that worked as a thunderous breaker of the dam of ecstasy that
followed right behind it!
Because the fact of the matter was that she
really had been the first to blow off this second time, in spite of all her
experience and feeling of control in situations like these. And as usual the strained
cry of wild lust - especially when it came from her - was what it took to push
the other ones over the brink too. Once again…..
Even several of the service girls now lost
control, no matter how much they tried to fight it, and had to deal with their
own orgasmic cramps as they strove to focus on their ultimate tasks in the
crushing grip between their ladies trembling thighs. But those unmistakable muffed groans could be
heard from several places around the room as thighs sprawled and tiny bottoms pumped
shamelessly in some kind of ecstatic reflex movements. Although their betraying
sounds of passion were soon drowned by the moans and screams of their
mistresses. No need to worry about being caught with your pants down this time!
Jean could see the mass of bucking and
twitching bodies through the haze of her own ecstatic response.
Just as the feeling from the intense
massage of her own clit changed from that melting, all- consuming pleasure
sensation to an almost painful tickling on her way down into exhausted
afterglow, she noticed how Carol suddenly cramped up beside her once again! She
just caught the movement from the corner of her eye, and lazily turned her head
over to witness and enjoy another of her friend’s
moments of ultimate happiness.
This time a girl named Sandra was the lucky
one to be rewarded with the awesome lady’s eruptive orgasm! The blond youngster
was among the best trained in her staff, only behind Mandy in field operation
time. And as usual her excellent skills came in very handy as she - with
practiced ease - pulled her hand down from the luscious tits to grab the waist
and hold the bucking abdomen in position. With generous help from her lady’s
grasping hands she squeezed her face into the deep cleft and kept up a
persistent tongue flicking over the pulsing clit. Even at the peak of ecstasy,
she was able to kind of monitor the intensity from the quivering of the thighs
pressed around her head, and adjust the speed and force of her flicking
accordingly. Too strong stimulation could be experienced as almost painful. And
of course too little would fail to bring her mistress to the highest possible
level of pleasure.
And finding exactly the highest possible
level as long as possible was the rule of the game! And what life was all about.
At least to her…
And the extensive training she had been
through now made her capable of tuning in on these finest parts of this art
with almost perfect accuracy, as munificently verified by Carol’s almost
animal- like screams! And the flood of sweet pussy juice! And
the trashing back and forth all over the chair. And the intense pain
from the grasping and tearing of her blond locks. And all the wonderful things
that came with the perfect orgasm of a perfect mistress!!
After this second wave of mind- blowing
orgasms, there were a few minutes of more or less complete silence. The only
thing to be heard in the entire room was the heavy breathing, panting and
occasional gasps from the happy empresses recovering in their classical
recliners.
Deb and the same young girl eventually came
in with the trays of fried chicken legs as the next course.
The ladies were just about to work
themselves up to prepare for it as Pam suddenly entered! A unison gasp went
through the audience as they saw her outfit… and what she had brought with
her…….
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