Anne working Overtime

Chap. 15. – A new perspective

Anne leaned back in her comfortable leather chair and yawned. She was tired. Very tired. There was a clear tendency she got too little sleep these days, and once again she reminded herself to try to do something about it. This thing about beauty sleep, wasn't it?

Only it wasn't that easy to get to sleep in the night with the kind of life she was living these days. Not at all! Her service was desperately wanted and needed all over the place, all the time. And her clients certainly were of the demanding kind, no question about that.

Exactly the way she wanted it! More and more often she had to remind herself that she was actually living in her own dream. In a world of sweet femininity, demanding ladies, passion, love and submission. In the paradise of her own fantasies! And how many people could say something like that… and mean it?!?

But still… it was the real world… definitely. And a real world still was different from an ideal erotic fantasy. It had real people with real personalities… and with real differences. And not to mention a real limited number of hours in one day. Very limited. And that seemed to be just as much of a problem as those personal conflict- things. Sure enough Jean didn't mind that she dropped off from time to time. Not at all really, not even at her desk. As long as she was not seen by any of their clients. However she was encouraged to take refuge in one of the service rooms when things got too bad. But having her office far down the corridor behind the front desk and the conference room certainly was an advantage when those long nights took their toll.

Right now it didn't feel that bad though. More like physical exhaustion. Almost comfortable in a way. After all it all came from doing what she did and loved.

There sure had been some hectic months. A lot of work and a lot of excitement. New people, new environments and new experiences. Some of them extremely nice and inspiring, others more exhausting. A while back she discovered that she actually started having problems remembering all her different contacts. And that really was something, considering how close and intimate she had been with all of them. So even though she could hardly believe it, it really looked like even a life like this could become a routine of some kind… eventually.

Some of her clients made a stronger impression than others of course, and she had to warn herself not to succumb to any kind of favouritism with the ones that gave her the biggest physical and mental thrills. Still there was no doubt that clients like for example Ms. Kyle and Ms. Ellisby were awesome… and of course Ms. Sommers, the client she visited just last night! That lady was nothing but unique… in that special way! Lately she'd been visiting her office several times a week. And even a few evenings, as she was taking care of her beloved daughter Lana as well.

Last week she accompanied her on a 3 days business trip alone though. And last night had also been just the two of them. And the lady had been demanding to say the least. Still distinguished, still elegant, but most insistent about her need for thorough satisfaction. Despite all her training, Anne's tongue and jaws felt so weary that she had serious doubts about being able to deliver even the most straight forward basic service today.

Anne yawned again. She could actually feel a faint taste of pussy on her lips, even though she had washed up as properly as always and applied lotions and makeup just the way Jean had recommended already way back.

Another trademark of Ms. Lauren Sommers! The lady had left her marks on her in more ways than one! Taken her closer than with all the other clients. Almost as close as Jean… and Carol. And the thing with Lana certainly had put an extra dimension to it, like a kind of extension of her own personality… that powerful will, that passion and relentless craving. All those things that made Anne melt like butter in baking sun. What made her feel so good… so passionate, so wanted and needed… and dominated! Oh no! It wasn't that easy to be professional in all situations. Not in this job! This obviously was a clear case of favouritism!

She let her thought drift away. Back to the first time she had the taste. The first stamp of property right onto her heated mind. All back to that hotel room evening when she had the exercises with the two of them. The first one.

That certainly was one hell of an evening… Oh yeah! Another door- opener, another dimension of her life in this magnificent dream- like world.

She remembered everything like it should have been just yesterday. The hotel room, the champagne, the elegant furniture, the sleeping- mask she wore to make things easier for the girl as she brought her to her first violent climax. The first orgasm on a service girl's tongue. With her mother sitting at her side. Fully dressed. Holding her hand! Whispering encouragements and instructions…

The awkwardness of the situation was enough to make her heart beat faster even now. Who could even imagine a scene like that!? A mother and a daughter in such a situation… together?

Up until that night she thought she had seen almost anything. Even in this peculiar world! She would just work on perfecting her skills with her cast of self conceited and demanding ladies. Keep on exceeding their wildest expectations, time and time again. Crushing their well- established front of cool self confidence and distinguished class. Transforming them into uncontrolled animals yelling out their most primitive passion, flooding her throat with their sweet juices, trashing about in senseless rapture… until they could take no more. Until they would beg for mercy, plead for her to release them from her overwhelming grasp.

That was what she enjoyed more than anything. What she could do day and night… all around the clock. As long as her strength could carry her on. And sometimes even beyond!

But she had never left one single client unsatisfied. Not ever! Quite on the contrary! Most of them had been satisfied to the point of near devastation! Some could hardly stagger over to the ladies room on shaky legs afterwards. Others would drop off in sheer exhaustion just the way they were sitting or laying. She had lost count of how many times she had left quietly after putting a soft blanket over a soundly sleeping mistress.

So many times. And she knew it so well. She was really getting the feel of it; already convinced that there was nothing in this world she couldn't do!

All up until Ms. Sommers showed up and introduced her to this other part… this young part. Something so totally different, even though it was actually the same thing. At least that's how everybody else would think of it. Well, not everybody actually… for sure not everybody!

Anne had to chuckle. No no! Everybody but her, to be correct. Everybody but her. Maybe her ‘colleague' Mandy. The girl mentioned a similar situation a while back. But Anne got the distinct impression that even she preferred clients of the ‘appropriate' age.

She closed her eyes as she memorised that first, violent climax. The thin shriek as the young body stiffened.

And how she failed to ease the stimulation enough for the girl to be able to survive her touch through the letdown.

Maybe that was the reason why she was so knocked out afterwards? The stimulation had just been too much to take? Because she was so extremely sensitive? Or because it was her very first time? Or both? Or maybe just because she was so much younger??

Lana had slipped powerlessly back down on her couch, and was once again more laying than sitting, holding her mother's tissue over her pussy, breathing heavily as she recovered from the overwhelming experience. Her mother, still sitting on her haunches at Anne's side, looked over at her and gave Anne another amused and approving smile. Then she bent forward and crawled on her hands and knees back towards the couch. In doing so she turned the full front of her skirt- clad behind against Anne, bringing her attention to how glorious that tail actually was. As she moved forward, the voluminous globes rolled softly against each other, making the skirt texture strain and relax in a breathtakingly erotic way. The split in the back almost reached up to her crotch from this angle, and Anne felt the familiar flush of heat running through her chest at the awesome sight. She could see the deliciously looking lacy straps holding up her stockings, probably connected to the most erotic of garter belts up there somewhere in a paradise of unparalleled femininity. As she was finally able to have this proper look, she realised that this actually was a butt almost up to Carol's standards! And accompanied by such elegant beauty on face, tits and legs… and the intriguing personality. Incredible!!

Lana jumped lightly as her mother's light shoulder touch brought her out of her state of dreamless bliss. As the woman bent down to kiss her, she met her with eager lips, even draping one arm over her jacked- clad shoulder to pull her down. It was clear to Anne that the introduction to pussy servitude seemed to have brought mother and daughter closer than the woman had even dared hoping for.

Lauren's dark blond hair covered most of their faces, and their lips almost touched as they kept whispering each other things that Anne couldn't quite catch. Then the woman turned her head, brushed away her hair and looked over in her direction. And those wonderful big brown eyes told her exactly what was wanted of her now… like a silent command!

Anne immediately proceeded to crawl back in between the young thighs, and gently put the silky tissue away to get access to the sensitive pleasure source once again. As she carefully let her sweet lips zoom in on the ultimate goal, Lauren grasped her daughter's cheek and went down for another deep kiss.

As Anne planted her lips on the top of the pubic bone, she felt the body jerk slightly in a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. Letting her hands slide lovingly up and down the outer side of the soft thighs, she made a slow and patient path with lips and tongue down towards the sensitive clit area. As she approached the hood, she felt the body tense nervously. A kind of self- protective reflex. Mobilising all her senses, she continued downwards, letting her tongue play ever so gently around the silky grooves and outer lips, carefully building the trust and confidence that she would avoid touching the sore clit. As she reached the entrance to the love channel and started a passionate tongue slide along the length of the sweet slit, she felt the girl relax again, indicating that she had gained the trust she needed to move on further.

It took a long time and a lot of very skilled stimulation to get the girl over the sensitive stage. Much longer than Anne was used to. Again she wondered if this had something to do with age or experience. But Lauren was probably right. The girl would come along nicely with some more experience. At least most of the shyness seemed to have vanished by now. As those waves of pleasure started playing havoc all throughout the young body once again, the lady bent her head down to follow Anne's gentle tongue work with hot, almost glowing eyes. So Anne soon faced a situation where four heated eyes met her each time she lifted her gaze to look for some appropriate responses to her stimulations, or maybe some further guidance or instructions.

It hadn't been many minutes until the girl cracked off the first time. Now everything was much more controlled and balanced… much more predictable and technically easy to Anne. She worked patiently and rhythmically, using her silky tongue to search out the more lasting sensitivity spots, learning as much as she could on the way. Finding out what to look for with the more inexperienced ones. Extending her skills and knowledge even further.

As the pubic bone got more restless under her ministration, both mother and daughter were breathing heavily from rising passion. As did Anne too. Some kind of trembling waves went throughout the young body as the hormones let seriously loose and passion took control once again. Anne could tell immediately by the way those hips responded to her stimulation. Instead of tensing in nervous uncertainty as her tongue came near the clit, she was now met with a lightly shuddering pressure against her hard working mouth.

So, no more worries about sensitivity! Anne focused on the task, and picked up a lazy rhythm with slow tongue circles around the clit, varied with powerful flicks over the urethra. After about ten minutes the girl was again quivering and gasping well on her way towards another climax.

At some point Anne realised that Ms. Lauren's dark blond head was right in front of her, resting on the cheek over the armrest as she followed the work with intense concentration. Then she whispered so low that it could almost not be heard;

“Why don't you try those deep penetrations of yours? I would love to see the effect of that on Lana!”

Anne was stunned. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind! Somehow the whole body… this young girl, had seemed too weak… too fragile in a way… fore something like that. In her mind she had built a notion that such kind of treatment was something for a strong, robust and well adapted lady. One who would open wide and enjoy a proper tongue screw until her dam burst! With an ironic smile on her face! But not a girl like this. Not a girl like Lana…

Anne moved to withdraw her tongue to answer, but was immediately held back by an almost desperate grasp with both hand on the back of her head. She almost had to let out a thin yelp of pain!

So; no answer then! Shouldn't be necessary either. But she definitely felt the time was not right for this. Not yet. If she could talk, she would have told her to hang on till the next go. Then maybe…

No, certainly not the right time yet! This was for patient and rhythmic work. Skilled and predictable. Taking an inexperienced body the right way to the right kind of orgasm.

And another five minutes of that rhythmic circling and flicking was what it took to bring on the second explosion of the night. Lana let out a sharp, thin shriek as her body stiffened once again. So different from the more voluminous cries of ecstasy she had heard so often from her more mature clients. But just as thrilling in its own special way. Her movements were sharper, her shuddering wilder, her trashing more violent, bringing more of a kind of explosive energy into it, somehow. A more youthful kind of energy perhaps.

Anne grasped the tiny waist and hung on with all her strength to follow the girl with maximum intensity through her shattering orgasm, relentlessly flicking the clit with a stiffened tongue tip.

In the corner of her eye she saw Lauren lean back in an instinctive move to protect herself against the trashing legs. Then she swiftly moved to grasp the girl's hand before she dove down for another deep kiss on her lips as the orgasm started fading.

Anne concentrated intensely. She was not going to blow it once again! Oh no… Ms. Sommers was about to see who was the best also in the area of learning from one's mistakes – or rather one's slight imperfections.

As she felt the first faint signs of post- orgasmic tensions in the body over her, she reduced the intensity of her tongue stroke down to almost nothing, directing them in a concise pattern away from the clit and down to the lower slit, moving along the length of it almost up to the urethra. But not quite. Just enough to generate the optimal mixture of relaxed pleasure and light tension. But having the confidence in her skills, first and foremost.

That was the crucial thing. For her, that is.

Suddenly she got aware of Lauren's face right in front of her once again. The woman put a gentle hand under her cheek as she started wiping pussy juice off her face with one of her nice smelling tissues. Those brown eyes felt like they drilled all the way into the depths of her soul. Again the awesome personality of a real lady overwhelmed her to the point where her entire body felt almost lame.

Then the woman suddenly grasped her shoulders and shook her lightly.

“Anne dear… I can't take this any longer… please…”

With a resolute movement she wrung her elegant jacket off her shoulders and threw it across the floor, crouched her back and let herself roll backwards down onto the floor. Then she got up on her elbows to grasp the back pillow off of the other deep chair and swiftly put it down under her back.

Next her hands went up under her skirt in a flash to find the waistband of her panties to swish them down the nylons of her legs. With a well- practised hip bounce they were down under her bum. As she swung her legs up to slip them over her calves and heels, Anne caught a glimpse of the lacy white underskirt and her garter- belt. The flexible stocking straps dug deliciously into the peachy skin of her ass globes as she tipped the white piece of silk over her almost stiletto- like heel.

For a split second even the juicy pussy lips flashed against her in the deep shadow between her upper legs.

“Please…. Anne! Come and help me… help… me… I'm burning!... Ooooohhh!!

Anne had seen enough. Still struggling to draw her breath from the new visual impact, she almost threw herself in between the opening legs! As soon as she was in position, she grasped the upper thighs in order to pull herself in even closer. And as those thighs continued their gracious spread, she was exposed to a sight so fantastic she felt her body tremble! The extremely sexy lacy under skirt, the white, elegant garter belt, the fine stocking with the rose- paletted upper frames in a delicious grey- brown tone… and the soft skin, the tan line through the crotch, the well- trimmed pubic bush, those incredibly huge and juicy pussy lips, a sweet perky little asshole. All this femininity! All this welcoming delight… just for her to dive in and enjoy. As much as she would ever want. As long as she would ever want it.

The lady was more than eager to let her to the treasures. Her body was trembling in anticipation as Anne moved in the last few inches. The lewdly pouting pussy lips burst apart the very moment she went to seal her lips over them. Luring her directly into the sweet depths of femininity. Back in where she belonged! Where her world was perfect in every way!!

She searched for a few seconds until she found the erect clitoris, and started massaging it with powerful tongue strokes back and forth. No point to be gentle or patient now. This was nothing but an express ride to ecstasy. A mindless rush for the thunderous orgasm! ‘Cus this was something she knew! A lady in desperate needed for relief. Right here! Right now! Those gentle caresses could be saved for later. They had all evening and all night! All the time in the world for an experience that might topple anything she had done up until now. And that was something, wasn't it?

The raw silk of the stockings rubbed almost painfully along Anne's cheeks as the lady scraped her sharp heels aimlessly back and forth all over the carpet. The tucked- up skirt fell down into her face, covering her eyes. For a moment she felt like moving to push it away, but then she remembered that all of this was for Lauren's enjoyment, not her own. Although the view through that sweet pubic bush was one of the most delightful once she had ever enjoyed. No, her mistress would hike it back up herself if she felt like it. If she noticed at all, that is. Up until the moment her view was blocked, the wonderful lady was busy massaging her full tits through the soft fabric of her shirt, seemingly oblivious to anything else around her.

Instead of worrying about her viewing pleasures, she prepared for the first tongue penetration. This was the right time for it. Definitely . A whole different feeling from the one with the fragile youngster up on the chair!

She straightened her tongue in her special way, letting the tip point slightly upwards, then burrowed inwards! All the way to the bottom. As far as she could reach! The lady stiffened. In a long breathless moment her body trembled violently, like she had been hit by a stinging whip! The hands that had been busy massaging her tits came down to grasp her head and tug it in closer and harder. The hips lifted themselves all but clear off the floor.

Anne withdrew her tongue wetly and went back to the clit for some more flicks. Then all the way in again. All the way!

That made both hands cling to her head with such ferocity that she thought her entire face would be squeezed into the depths of this magnificent pussy. She felt the soaked lips slip wetly over her cheeks almost up to her ears -

confirming what she had felt the whole time; this lady was succulent beyond anything she had ever been able to imagine. Measuring fully up to Carol and Jean. - Maybe even better?!? This overwhelming combination of energy and elegance? Cool, distant beauty and wild, all- consuming passion. Rapturous craving to the edge of total selfishness. And almost beyond!? But still tearing her headlong with her into the flames of this nearly self- destructing ecstasy.

As she picked up a steady, very slow rhythm of her deepest penetrations, the body started tensing and trembling with escalating intensity. Laboured breathing transformed into hoarse gasps as the hips started buckling convulsively, greedily consuming the superhuman stimulation efforts. Racing up towards the ultimate peak!

And then the body lurched. Lauren squeezed her head back and yelled from the top of her lungs.

The orgasm hit her so violently it was almost frightening. Her yell of ecstasy making the walls buckle as she kept sprawling over the floor with Anne hanging on for all she was worth.

Once again the girl displayed her superb qualities as a top grade service girl, staying in position and keeping up the clitoral stimulation with powerful tongue flicks all the way through the lady's eruption.

All until she fell back powerless and panting, with a thin film of sweat shining on her forehead, still with Anne's head in a tight grasp between the powerful thighs.

For a moment she lay there motionless. Then she suddenly started chuckling as she worked herself up on her elbows.

“Poor little darling” she whispered, reaching down to pull away the edge of her skirt covering Anne's forehead. Still holding her face firmly between her thighs, she caressed the girl's hair with gentle fingers. “You were just as good as I thought you would be. Just as good as I was told. No wonder Lana is totally devastated!” With another chuckle she looked up at her daughter. “Or are you coming around….”

At the same moment there was a knock on the door.

Lauren sighed. “Lana, could you be a dear and answer it please?”

Lana had worked herself up in the chair and watched the last part of the lewd performance with shining eyes. Now she quickly got to her feet to obey her mother's urge. As she passed around the corner and out to the front door, she stroked the skirt down, presenting a fully ‘respectable' front to whoever waited outside.

Anne was in the process of getting up from between the soft thighs, but was stopped by an abrupt grip with both hands on her head.

“Oh Anne dear, you just can't stop now” she groaned. “Keep going please. I need another cum to be able to clear my mind. Lana will handle the door, don't worry!”

The lady at least tried to be gentle as she used both her hands to hold Anne's head tightly down in her crotch. She struggled a little to find a better position before she could relax and sigh contentedly. Spread as wide as she could to the eagerly bobbing head she let go of her merciless grip, closed her eyes and concentrated on the sweet hormone flow bursting out into her veins again. Just like an over- potent drug injection!

In the background they could hear the girl talking to somebody at the door, but none of them could make out any words. Then there was a silent click as the door was shut again.

Immediately the two on the floor forgot everything around them and focused fully on what they were doing. Anne dug her fingers in under the lady's body to get a good grip on her full, ripe buttocks as she kept feeding on the pulsing pussy. She felt the woman wiggle her ass lightly to settle comfortably down in her greedy hands.

Then a kind of hushed silence came down on them as they veiled in the sensations of mind- drugging passion, falling into a perfectly coordinated rhythm that clearly displayed how well they were adapted to the roles they had in this game. Lana was back on the couch, resting her arms and head on the armrest as she admired the display of devoted service. She could sense her mother's transition from being cool and relaxed to getting slightly tense and strained as she watched them. She wouldn't last long this time either, no matter how strong she would look normally.

Anne found an ideal moment to start her brutal tongue penetrations. First she kept alternating between that and som quick flicks over the clit, but soon the two of them found a rhythm with slow and heavy thrusts all the way to the bottom of the woman's all- consuming soul. A couple of minutes of this had Lauren gasping and trembling as her massive ass globes bounced in Anne's hands. Her stocking- clad legs were spread widely open, and her hands alternated between massaging her nipples and holding on to the bobbing head to squeeze maximum pleasure out of the top- quality ride.

Lana slipped down on the floor and bent over her mother's face to whisper something to her. The woman responded by once again pulling her down for a breathless kiss. The only sentence Anne could pick up was something like “… then help me when I tell you”. The girl nodded and stayed crouched over her mothers head as her body tensed more and more.

Another three minutes of this concentrated stimulation was what it took for the lady to reach a second orgasm, possibly even more violent than the first one. As she squeezed her head back to scream out her pleasure once again, her daughter went down and sealed her lips over hers, stifling it all down to some kind of guttural lolling. Anne caught a strong grip over the hip bones as the buttocks started bouncing wildly under her, driving her fabulous tongue home in a series of thrusts that no mortal women could survive. The thighs clamped in on her head so violently she thought her eyes would pop. Then her head was trashed around in the crushing grip as the numbing waves of ecstasy rushed back and forth throughout the convulsing body. A jet of pussy juice shot into her mouth, followed by several more. The powerful hands grasped her head with such force that she was sure all her hair was torn off.

That did it. Anne came too! Right the moment Lauren reached her peak, the orgasm impacted with such force that Anne almost doubled up between the powerful legs. She had to mobilise all her physical and mental strength to keep her tongue in place and fully buried as her body cramped with such intensity that it was almost painful. Another squirt of pussy juice drenched her tongue and interrupted her breathing even more.

But she managed! Once again she won a fierce battle between the forces of ultimate ecstasy and her own focus and discipline. Somehow she managed to get some air through her firmly buried nose, and hang on to her prize all the way through, until the body finally started calming down, and the crushing grip on her head relaxed somewhat.

Once again she had brought happiness and satisfaction to a strong and demanding mistress. The ultimate goal of her entire life. The one thing that brought happiness and satisfaction also to her.

The phone on her desk rang, and Anne jumped in her seat. She had almost dozed off with her memories, her hand now firmly down her panties. Hastily she tore it out as she picked up.

Jean was on the line.

“Anne dear, how are you? Do you feel up to some service on short notice?”

Anne straightened up in the chair. She hoped Jean would call her for a session under the desk to satisfy her own needs. Sore jaws or whatever; in that case she'd be ready no matter what!

“I… I'm fine.” Then she coughed. “You know I'm always ready for you!”.

There was a short laughter at the other end. “You're lovely my dear… as usual! But this time it's not me. It's Claire Wilders. If you remember, she did me some favours last week, and I promised to pay her back. Now she's been on some kind of convention and says she needs you bad! Isn't that something?” Another short laughter from her boss.

Anne relaxed. She would much prefer to service her beloved lady, but she liked Claire, so that wasn't a problem at all. They had had several sessions since they first met at the infamous roman party, and she had felt greatly appreciated. The lady was a genuine burster, but not one of those who completely lost control of her bladder as she came.

“OK. When and where should I see her?”

“She would prefer to come up here. How about suite 4 in an hour? She's actually on her way!”

Anne almost jumped to her feet. “OK, I'm on it”.

Was it the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in her life? The one she had when she brought Ms. Lauren Sommers over the peak the second time that night in the downtown hotel suite? Or had she experienced similar moments with Jean and Carol? What was the difference? Why had a woman like Mr. Sommers made such an impression? Could it be just because of the experience of being with her and her daughter at the same time?

Mmmm… no... Not likely. It must have been something else. Something she couldn't quite point her finger at. Once again her thoughts went back to that memorable night.

Ms. Sommers lay panting for quite a while after her second climax. Anne concentrated fully on licking her to a sensually gentle let- down, as usual avoiding all the sensitive spots, and sensing the appreciative vibrations of trust. The trust of a mistress who knew her slave girl was well enough trained to do it perfectly right. Even this part of a proper service. Not a single ripple in the gorgeous body revealing any concerns about her getting to close to any of the critical spots. Just an almost tangible glow of pleasure radiating from her. That alone enough to set Anne's submissive feelings on fire. Even though she hadn't been able to control her own climactic urge as a good service girl should do, she had felt the desire creep back in on her almost immediately. Making her hot for more pussy while her face was still buried in the woman's crotch. Or maybe just because of that! At least she could keep up the focus during the let- down after the orgasm without any problems at all.

All this turned out to be just the beginning of the fantastic night with the two women though. An appetizer for the real thing to come… back on the huge double bed in the other room. The champagne had taken effect, and they were much more relaxed with each other. Although Anne could still sense a little of the tension between mother and daughter, it was nothing like what it looked like when they met down in the lobby. She was also glad to see that they were not much of the lesbian kind either. In an incestuous way, that is. When they shed their clothes and hit the showers, they had problems even touching each others tits. They could kiss and exchange sweet caresses, but not much more than that. Anne had to do the lathering and rinsing of the gorgeous bodies, taking turns on her knees tonguing each of the two pussies just to keep the stimulation up. So, being mother and daughter it looked like the feelings between them appeared to be quite normal… luckily. Maybe a sexual relationship between them wouldn't have bothered her that much, but it certainly made things easier to know that things were this way. And both of them were definitely takers, not givers. Ms. Sommer's intention clearly was that that was the way it should be with Lana too, just as she had pointed out when they met down in the reception.

As they were on the huge double bed with Anne working patiently between Lana's thighs, the lovemaking for a while turned into something closer to a lecturing session as Ms. Sommers took on a role more or less as an instructor. She had been downstairs to sort things out with the reception, and make some arrangements for the room, and now she apparently was ready to spend a long time sharing her experiences on how to mentally open up, and physically relax to get the maximal enjoyment and satisfaction out of a love session. She even went on to emphasize the necessity of her using this kind of service to balance her everyday life in order to stay on top of every situation she might face both as a student and later as an assisting manager in her company.

“You know, a girl like Anne here can help you with those physical need in any way you want it, and how often you should need it” she continued.

“Take out all of your sexual energy on her. That's what she's here for. And that's what she likes best. The stronger the better! They love you more the more crooked you get!” The last part she added with a snug smile down at Anne.

“It's hard to believe it sometimes, but I've seen it over and over again since I discovered this part of our wonderful world; When you've got what they want - and both of us certainly have - there's no limits to what you can do!” She had to sigh deeply before she continued.

“Enjoy her excellent service when you do your homework, or as you go to sleep at night. Release the wild sides about yourself by using your imagination; by playing erotic games of mistress and slave, of humiliation, by sitting on her face, having her tongue your little back hole, make her crawl at your feet in deep submission, and all those delightful things that can be done with a really devoted service girl. And still there is the…”

Lauren's monologue was interrupted by her daughter's third orgasm of the night! She had been laying almost motionless, trying to focus on the pleasure and her mother's words. But the images drawn up to her were just too much for her to take. She came violently into Anne's hard working mouth. Also this time before Anne had been able to try her special penetrations.

Her orgasm was powerful, though clearly more exhausted. Her body bucked feverishly in Anne's persistent grip, but her energy was inexorably running out. Another thing to distinguish the younger, inexperienced ones from the rest. Her mother would plan her energy according to how many peaks she would want to reach over a certain amount of time. Then make sure she would stay on top until her final, orgasmic blast, sinking into oblivious sleep in a state of perfect satisfaction.

The youngster took the pleasure she could get as soon as she was capable at all, aimlessly draining her energy into a kind of restless exhaustion instead of a relaxed satisfaction. Oh yeah; she had a long way to go until she was one of Jean's ladies! Those women were thinking quality instead of quantity. That's how they had come to reach the obvious conclusion that the oral service given from perfectly trained service girls was the best sex that could ever be had. For everyday satisfaction, that is. Anne knew that many of them had husbands, and were also enjoying other sexual relationships, but those were considered more like an extra colour in their life. Things to add to their happiness and spark up the everyday life, not what would bring them the deep and relaxing sexual satisfaction. That was what Anne and the other girls were there for; and what they enjoyed most of all too.

Lana was asleep almost before her final orgasm subsided. The hands on Anne's head slipped powerlessly down, and her mother gently put them to the side as she helped Anne up from between the limp thighs. They put a blanket over the sleeping feature and left her to her recovery beauty sleep.

“Now I'd like us to start playing for real,” Ms. Sommers smiled as she gently pushed Anne down on her back. “Are you ready for me?”

Anne couldn't be more ready. She literarily drooled in anticipation as the lady straddled her body and knee- walked up the mattress as she unclipped the skirt from around her waist and threw it across the bed. As Anne got a firm grip onto the shirt- clad hips, the woman resolutely sank her delicious pussy down on her mouth in a gracious movement, even faster than the girl expected.

“Oh Miss Sommmmmppphhh…” was all the girl managed to moan as her moth was abruptly sealed. Then the flakes of the freed shirt fell down over her face to build a formidable tent over her. In a flash she could see a pair of bulging tits bounce deliciously as the woman worked to find an optimal position on the happy face. As the slippery pussy lips all but engulfed most of her face, she couldn't resist the urge to sip her hands up to find those soft globes and start massaging the stiff nipples. At the same time she sank her tongue into the depths of the succulent wetness to meet the weight of the heavy hips. The combined attack made the luscious body shudder and a breathless gasp came from somewhere up there. And the demanding pussy squeezed even harder down on her.

Anne trembled from joy. There was something about this lady that was completely irresistible. This something that she had been wondering about before. But also this tremendous drive for pleasure. This selfish but loving quest for the ultimate rapture. A love so overwhelming she was burning with desire to make this woman the happiest one in the world. She used all her skills to give her the best and wildest tongue- fuck she would ever experience, squealing with joy as she did. At the same time she continued the soft kneading of the stiff nipples up there. The result of this massive attack was excruciating, and in just a few minutes the lady suddenly stiffened and gritted her teeth as ecstasy hit her once again.

“Ooooooaaaaahhh!! It started as a hiss but ended in a pitched scream. Lauren crouched her back and grasped hold of Anne's head as she rode through the waves of pleasure with violent hip- bounces. The hair was once again almost torn off her head as her face went still deeper into the wonderful wetness of the succulent pussy. Small squirts of tasty pussy juice filled her mouth and threatened to drown her as she struggled to keep up her powerful trusts. All of it designed to keep up a maximum level of ecstasy for as long as possible.

Ooooh Anne! Ooooh yeah! Yoouuuuu!!!

It was an incredibly long and deep orgasm. One of the best both of them had ever experienced. With exactly the kind of deepness that filled Anne with fulfilment and happiness. With the feeling of a higher unity with the body that had it for her. Could there ever be anything as fulfilling as that? Never ever !

The woman's body went into a series of shudders and convulsions that signalled the entry into the last part of the eruption. Anne concentrated intensely and tried to find the right moment to ease her powerful trust down into loving caresses just around the entrance to the vagina. The moment her beloved lady could take no more and the rapture would convert into tickly soreness.

Once again she succeeded and was rewarded by a sigh of contentment as the woman calmed down and the pull in her hair relaxed. She had to resist the urge to burrow in all the way to the bottom again out of sheer happiness. That was how wonderful this body… this entire woman was to her.

Lauren just sat over her for a moment, without moving at all; her back still crouched, her hair hanging down around her face, her breathing heaving and rasping as she gave her body time to recover. Then she let herself slip slowly backwards until she fell powerlessly to the side. Her pussy slipped off of Anne's face with a wet ‘plop'.

This was the woman's third orgasm for the night, but she showed no sign of weakness yet. After just a few minutes of recovery she struggled out of the rest of her clothes and was over on her back with widely spread legs to let Anne's dark head to her pleasure source once again.

Now she was more relaxed though, and seemed to be more receptive to the beauty of it all. As they settled down to a gentle rhythm of lazy tongue thrusts, their eyes met in a look of love that could say more than a thousand words. A love that continued to amaze the young girl… every time it happened. Except she seemed to fall in love with all her client ladies these days. And not just some cupboard love. Actually it felt like the very deepest kind... If she knew what love was all about at all, that is. It was like she could die for the lady she was serving at any time. As though there was nothing she couldn't do to make her even happier than she was when they made love. And again the beauty of it was the very fact that there was so much more to it than just the sheer sexual attraction, the sexual desire. So extremely much more.

Somewhere in the back of her head she recalled the things that had come to her mind earlier that evening. That she hadn't been able to say exactly what it was that made this woman so special. But the feeling was stronger than ever at that moment. Strong enough to make her shudder from excitement as she let her tongue work wetly along the full length of the pulsing love channel. All the time Ms. Lauren's eyes met hers with this tremendous glow of passion and love. Her face relaxed and beautiful, just with a slight strain at the corner of her mouth. Every now and then it would contort lightly as a particularly sweet pulse of pleasure got to her.

This time their lovemaking went on for about ten minutes before yet another orgasm shattered the lady's body. Even though Anne was as careful about the let- down caresses as always, Lauren had to push her away to get away from even the lightest touch for a while. The excellent service eventually took its toll even on her.

Anne laid flat on her belly between the widely spread thighs just looking at the beautiful pussy in front of her. So open, so juicy, so tempting; so vulnerable and yet so strong in a peculiar way. The ultimate pride of any real lady. Then those soft and powerful thighs, the delightful buttocks flattened out on the soft mattress. All this beauty, this genuine femininity,.. all this woman . Enough to drive any girl mad!

That was the moment when it was all suddenly so clear to her; it was passion! Really! At the end of the day. That thing she wasn't quite able to put her finger at. It was nothing but sheer, unadulterated and animal- like sexual attraction. It was just the beauty of the combination with the feeling of true love that confused her. It was love too… definitely. But the attraction was at least just as important part of it. Without any doubt. And it actually was the same way with all of her favourite ladies. With Lauren Sommers, with Jean, and Carol, and Pamela, With Mary, … with all of them!

Now the lady needed several minutes of recovery before she lifted her head and looked at her with a brave smile that told her she was ready for her fabulous tongue again. Anne sensed that this most likely was their last session for the night. Even for a lady like her.

Now it really was hard work. She still remembered the challenge of it. Hard work, but very, very sweet and rewarding. And although Ms. Sommers was exhausted, she took her pleasure with an energy and involvement that never failed to amaze her. Something quite different from the almost motionless and kind of technical absorption of pleasure that Claire Wilders seemed to enjoy as Anne worked patiently on the task of bringing her to her first quick cum over in suite no. 4…