Chap. 11. - Oral exam

The intriguing "romantic approach"- part of Jean's training program definitely brought Anne closer to her beloved lady. At least that's how she felt. For a lovely little while it was just like their first, intoxicating dark night of lovemaking, way back that almost legendary night. That heart- warming night! Those days of sore- trunk syndromes and tickling belly butterflies at all damned times. And still it felt like it had happened just yesterday. Even when her senses were overfilled by the power of Bridget's body and soul. The woman had been wonderful, totally exhilarating, but still she felt she could have given her right arm to be able to spend the rest of that night alone with Jean. Just the two of them.

The new twist to the program obviously was something different. It was a serious part, no doubt about that, but clearly more difficult to conduct according to the intentions than Jean seemed to have anticipated. At least that was the case with Bridget. The second "romance" a few days later was much more according to her liking. With yet another of her normally well paying clients; some Ms. Kyle, or whatever it was. With considerably better self-control.

And as she eventually got to understand the basic philosophy behind it all, she found that her leading star was right again. Like always! Her adjusted role - that put her a little more in some kind of a general servant position with her client - helped to focus on the total comfort of the lady in a new, extended way. It made her see that part beyond the critical task of providing sexual ecstasy and satisfaction more clearly. The part that elevated her client from a gracious lady up to an exalted queen - a superhuman goddess!

This actually made Anne discover a new level of enjoyment on her own part as well. The insane pleasure of being this kind of optimal comfort provider, pleasure provider, perfection provider. The pleasure of giving it all - with total commitment - to the glorious mistress. And with absolute denial of any kind of physical comfort or pleasure on her own part! Like Jean had underscored so strictly all the time. It was now, in this last part of the program, that she was able to grasp the full, emotional concept of this kind of ultimate service. That her eyes were really opened!

What she didn't know at all was that her enthusiasm about filling this ultimate role was what had brought Jean to the ultimate level of understanding as well! She had seen it in a flash, almost like a white shiny revelation. An experience of all pieces of the puzzle falling in place in one, single slide!

She remembered it so well. How she had observed the young girl, all the time thinking of what actually made her so special.

It was her special skills of course, – and her extraordinary loving and comfortable personality. And naturally her commitment! But still there was this extra something about her that she hadn't noticed with her other students. More like a feeling – a sense - than anything else. And it was increasingly annoying that she wasn't able to put her finger on it. Not until the day of revelation!

It was a few days after Pam's memorable Roman party. Her friends Veronica Chambers and Claire Wilders had asked for a separate, undisturbed session to test out Anne's special skills… to the full depths, as they had put it. The ladies had been too drained and too exhausted to take any further demonstrations at the night of the party itself.

A session like that actually didn't fit in all that bad with the girl's regular schedule, so Jean had agreed, seemingly very reluctant, claiming that it indeed did disturb the program. Anything to win and keep grateful clients!

So for this important evening she had booked a room at one of the best downtown hotels, and arranged tree deep, comfortable chairs in a half circle around Anne's place on the floor.

It turned out to be another long, breathtaking evening of moaning, groaning and teeth- gritting orgasms as Anne played out the full scale of her unique oral skills. The girl broke their sophisticated defenses one by one with murderous efficiency, intensely enjoying the fullness, taste and rippling sensitivity of those lewdly presented buttocks, thighs and shamelessly drooling pussies. The energy and enthusiasm with which she joyously used her hands and miraculous tongue, truly exceeded anything even Jean had seen and felt in such a setting before. Something that made her and her two friends yell out in mindless delirium as one orgasm succeeded the next in a devastating rate.

And it was when she saw Anne with feverish energy squeezing her face into the soaked depths in between those welcoming thighs that it suddenly struck her. That thing! That thing that made Anne different!

It was suddenly completely clear!

It was….. that enthusiasm… kind of…. That devotion…. that total, unlimited commitment to providing maximum pleasure! All the time! But first and foremost the way she somehow added a mental dimension to the physical ecstasy. In a way only she could do! The way she in the moment of erotic bliss sent her lady high up on a white, fluffy cloud… as that true, exalted goddess! The queen of queens…. The one and only worthy of the most extensive and self obliterating worship. The superhuman spirit of ultimate, erotic satisfaction!

It came from her eyes, her movements, her aggression… her joyful moans. All those little details on top of her marvellous sexual skills. And that added up to an all mind-bending effect that nobody could withstand, - no matter what kind of stamina they tried to mobilise….

Because they were weakened first by her mental attack…. And then by her physical - her oral! Until there was nothing left to fight with. If that should have been the point of a love session with her.

So, the unique mental elevation created a pleasure that worked as high explosive fuel to the physical stimulation that her massive tongue thrusts generated. The very effect that had flipped Jean herself over the brink and into her fourth, quivering orgasm of the evening. As she finally found the secret of Anne's magic. The full secret!

And the strangest thing of all, maybe, that this was exactly what she had been teaching herself… All this time! Exactly this kind of extra effort that made something more out of the experience for the client than just a way of achieving physical relief. And still she hadn't really been able to see the whole thing herself! It had been more of an additional technical feature to make the client more satisfied – as a client. Purely a business concept! Client satisfaction… No real thought about this deep, kind of soul- shattering sensation of being a completely new personality! Of being on the top of the top. Being renewed. The ultimate free being on the pedestal of perfect worship. Yes… simply a goddess. That was the word. No less!

And the others? The other service girls. What about them? What was the difference… actually?!?

That mental thing, of course! Even with their excellent skills and relaxed elegancy.

They were still of a different brand….. Still!

And why, actually?!?

They had… no, rather lacked… this combination of seemingly unlimited submissive enthusiasm and at the same time this incredible aura of self-confidence. At least what felt like self-confidence to the ladies. Or rather some kind of mental power…. Or something like that.

They worked with a kind of meek submissiveness, effective and energetically, truly enjoying what they did too… as they had learned. But with an attitude to their ladies that reflected a respect that in some cases even bordered to a kind of nervousness or even fear. Not obviously though! More like a faint tendency. But certainly not with the aggressive appetite and concentrated focus that Anne had. A focus that overwhelmed the mistresses with the acceptance of the fact that the girl was there for her pleasure, - for her pleasure only ! This enormous mental impact!

Another key of keys discovered during Anne's training! Because that was what it felt like now; Anne was training her ! Mentally enlightening her and opening the door to this higher level of understanding. What had to be the ultimate level!

And - imagine - she thought she had a challenge by training them in Anne's special oral skills! Right?!?

Now how was she going to deal with this?!?

Jean hadn't told Carol about that session at all, even though she knew her friend would have loved to take part. And that Anne would have loved her to be there too. And when she found out, it didn't make the relations between the two much better!

Anne had to tell her some days later when she was called home to her in the evening. Her husband and kids were off to Cape Mt. Larde for the weekend, so they had all the time they wanted for a lazy session of lovemaking. She could feel from the unfamiliar stiffness in Carol's body that her gorgeous mistress was upset for a long period after she got the news, and she really had to work extremely hard to finally make her relax and start concentrating on her pleasuring efforts.

Anne actually had the first possibility to try out her new ideas outside Jean's control that afternoon, and as her skilled stimulation took full effect, she brought on an explosion so violent she thought she would be grinded to pieces between those powerful thighs. She was even happier to notice that her lady apparently also got out some of the pent up frustration through that one. At least she was a lot more receptive to her worshipping care after that.

As they lounged at the pool in the back yard, free from prying eyes, Anne fixed drinks, made coffee, oiled her back and massaged her tensed shoulders. Then her back and voluptuous buttocks. All until the sexual drive again brought thighs apart and tongue burying deep into hot, glistening pussy. For the rest of the evening…..

When Carol fell asleep completely exhausted sometime after midnight, Anne lay at her side for a long time, just lightly kissing her cheek and stroking her almost completely black hair with loving hands. And then just looking at her perfect contours in the dim light. Still she felt she hadn't taken out her full potential as a complete service girl, but she had tried hard, and she had learned a lot already for the next day! Then she would be perfect! To a perfect lady! Oh, she was so incredibly happy…. How could anybody expect her to take any side in this mischievous division between her two wonderful ladies?!?

Even though Anne didn't feel like having any kind of extended vision on what it was like to be a complete service girl the way Jean had, she was eager to work the new understanding into practical action in her regular service girl training. Try to find her way, somehow. Bridget, and the ladies that came after her, helped making it clear to her what it meant in practical terms. How she could adjust – or maybe rather extend her routines to reach far beyond the sexual part of the service. Attempt to become a kind of combination of a classical submissive slave and a self-confident hostess. A perfect combination, of course! One that took care of her strange desires to be humiliated and respected at the same time. And now it was clearly up to her how to balance the two. It didn't take long for her to discover that Jean definitely had no answer! That this was something that even she hadn't thought properly through in all her time as the supreme business ideologist. Not yet, anyway… Picture that!

The long monologues she had to endure from time to time, clearly were meant just as much for putting things straight in her own mind as for teaching Anne. But still she sensed that her mistress eventually was able to work out some kind of structure around the ideas, and even find a way to start communicating the philosophy of it to the others. That was when she got really eager, almost annoying at times.

Anne tried to do her part the best she could, but it wasn't always that easy.

The TV screen flashed one of its endless soap shows. The volume was turned down almost to nothing, at least low enough not to disturb the two in the room. The light disco music seeping from the stereo was turned down as well, so much that it had problems breaking through the sounds from the laughter machine supporting the show.

Lights were dim too. Blinds were down to shut out the autumn evening sun. On the table a calm candle flame was the main source of light, illuminating two glasses of red wine and the folded napkins indicating that a light evening meal had just been finished.

Jean and Anne relaxed with their tea, chatting lightly about the latest plans for the business. Jean was more laying than sitting in a comfortable pile of pillows in the corner of Anne's couch, taking small, relaxed sips from her cup. Between her legs Anne enjoyed her dessert, her head resting gently on a soft thigh, her tongue lazily massaging the upper area between those sweet pussy lips, right under the shaft of the lady's sensitive clit.

Less than half an hour before Jean had had her first violent orgasm into her insatiable mouth, and by now the woman's heat was slowly rebuilding as the miraculously patient tongue and the subject of their light chatting was taking its toll.

She took another sip and sighed.

"Anne, you'll have to slow down or I'll have to put down my cup. I'll spill tea on my new shirt!"

"Sorry," came the mumble from down under as the girl prepared to change her technique to something a little lighter for mind and body.

Room temperature was up so much that they didn't have to worry about intimate parts getting cold from air exposure. Anne also had learned to breathe almost exclusively through her nose, to further ensure that something like that would not happen. She was only surprised that the temperature still hadn't encouraged Jean to undress her expensive shirt.

Anyway. Not her problem…. Just as long as she could lie around like this and enjoy her favourite pastime.

In the beginning she had found her latest role as simultaneous sex- and discussion partner difficult to cope with. But now this was a habit she mastered to perfection, just like anything else that had to do with proper service to her dearest lover and teacher. Fully according to the romantic approach training!

Jean had been doing a lot of thinking after her discovery of the mental dimension impact on the service - its enormous potential - and she had started to involve Anne in a whole different way. More asking than teaching, actually. Sometimes almost begging for ideas how to move on in her effort to build a good philosophy on the concept.

But she never forgot her old self when it was about organising and controlling the business, on the other hand. That was still the important thing, of course.

"Now, where was I?" Jean took another sip of the now lukewarm tea.

"Yes… I actually wanted to tell you some great news!"

"Mmmmmm!?"

"Remember the apartment downtown where you had the lecture with Bridget?"

Anne nodded, using the opportunity to place a few well-aimed flicks over the hood of the clit.

"Well, just about four blocks from there we've bought a new downtown office. Actually it's about a third of the 4th floor of the Wesner Building. It has a separate section with its own front desk. Pam and I signed the contract yesterday. It was expensive, but I think it will pay off generously!

Most of our clients are situated – or rather working – near downtown or the bay. And it's been more than unpractical to run the whole thing from the Mayo Institute."

A light shudder went through her as a result of a few particularly well-aimed tongue flicks alarmingly close to the oversensitive tip.

"So this will be a great relief… in many ways!"

She smiled down at Anne.

"And I can assure you the offices are complete with recliners and service chairs to meet all possible needs!"

Anne smiled back through the well- trimmed bush around her nose, and wiggled her tongue quite powerfully right over the base of the clit a few times, drawing a small, involuntary gasp from her mistress.

"And this has given us the possibility to install a great idea that Carol had a while back… a demonstration office!! How about that?"

"Ummmmm… sounds wonderful!"

"And I was thinking… If it would be OK with you… that Carol could administer the office, with you being the head demonstrator!"

Jean chuckled at her own joke, then had to gasp again as the clever tongue did its unpredictable magic.

They could play this game for hours: Jean teasing her with cheeky remarks, and Anne "punishing" her with acrobatic tongue flicks. A kind of attack and defence game, - sweet torture and defiant endurance - even though there was never any doubt who was going to win!

Anne was pleased, but also a little confused. Knowing how the relations between the two had developed lately, why would she place her in the arms of her rival this way? Was it some sign of a change of strategy? Was it…

"And that's not all, my dear little tigress!" she cooed as she took a final sip of her now nearly cold tea.

"Business is going well, and I thought it was time to forward the interest of some of my very best and most promising partners a little.

I was thinking of offering you a new flat, actually. Not very far from here. So you'll be able to stay in touch like today. But you will have a major step forward in standard, I can tell you!"

She lifted her eyes from Anne's confused ones, and let them sweep over the interior of the small flat.

"Nothing wrong about this. I think it's quite cosy! And of course it's after all just an offer."

She shifted her butt slightly on the pile of pillows, and used her hand to gently guide the wonderful head and tongue to an even better spot. And then sighed joyfully as the increased stimulation made her body glow from tickling passion. Made a new, lazy wave of hormones flush through her veins all the way out to the tip of her fingers and toes. And told her once and for all that she was in the supreme position to control a new, slow ride up to another peak of maximum pleasure. Pleasure as ultimate as it could possibly be taken… from any human effort. Because it was provided by Anne! Her own unique VIP in the expanding organisation.

Anne didn't make any signals of attempting to answer, and actually didn't even seem to be listening too much at the moment. The hand guiding her head had inspired her to an even stronger focus on the task on hand – or rather on tongue - and her eyes had closed, giving her face an expression of blissful joy.

Jean's words churned around in her head, of course, but somehow nothing she heard was able to get properly through to her at this moment. A new flat... Great! But not right now…..

A few minutes passed as the two women took their time to just enjoy being with each other; lightly moaning and sighing as they let the sweet waves of passion flow freely back and forth. Jean had put her cup away and lay almost like dead all over the pile of pillows. Every now and then a small jerk ran along her thighs and spine. She felt a pair of hands sneaking up under her shirt, and couldn't help but moaning deeply as the playful fingers started tickling her erect nipples. It was so intense; so soul- drilling wonderful. Almost not bearable. Even now, when they were actually just lounging!

But she didn't want to come just yet. Not in a long time! The clue was after all to make sure to be able to enjoy these exceptional feelings. Let it drug her mind, and let it put her on a big, fluffy white feather floating on the blank, sun baked surface of an endless ocean, or a windless sky. In some distant dimension. With Jonathan Livingstone Seagull.

Certainly no need to rush it when she knew that the provider of her pleasure had the same feelings, and could stay with her all evening and all night. And all next day, if she could take it! After all she was old enough and experienced enough to appreciate this just as much as the final orgasm itself. Probably even more. Now….

And she felt how wonderfully Anne had sensed and understood this, and had figured out exactly what her tolerance levels were. As long as she just didn't make even the slightest attempt to try to fight her skills or challenge her ability to break her defences! Oh yeah!! She had seen plenty of examples on the devastating consequences of that!

Like always she could lie like this for days. But if she shouldn't let herself drift up towards a new peak right now, it was time to pick up on the final business- related thing they still had to discuss.

"Anne… listen," she started, meeting those beautiful eyes through her tiny pubic bush as they popped open. "There is one more thing, actually. I really hate to bring it up, but we have to deal with it within the next few days. As you know you will have your final exam shortly, and BDSM role training is a part of it that we still didn't touch into.

As you know it's not my favourite thing. But it is for some of our clients, I can tell you for sure!"

She swept a stray lock away from her forehead.

"This came up early on, and Pam and I developed a kind of strategy on how to deal with this in a reasonable way. And at the time we came up with two basic solutions, which…… we still usehhhh…."

The last words came in a hiss, as Anne playfully attacked the base of her clit with some powerful flicks and then buried in all the way in a long, swift dive, filling her up completely!

Before she even knew it Jean's hips jerked up to meet the thrust, and her hand playing around the girl's neck tightened its grip. An action of uncontrolled reflexes that made her feel like an inexperienced schoolgirl! That strumpet! What a deadly grip she had on her!

"Anne… please," she gasped, trying to calm down again. "Just a few minutes…."

That one single attack was enough to push her completely off the track. She really had to drill her grey- green eyes into her partner's to make her understand that she was trying to be serious for a moment.

The overwhelming feeling of being filled up by this incredibly skilled tongue made her body almost numb, and even though the girl had stopped her attack in the fully penetrated position, she needed a minute to catch up again.

"So…" she tried to continue, "we developed a strategy based on make-up, and role playing training. We wanted to create a background element from the very darkest side of the erotic fantasies. For those who got a kick out of it."

Jean's belly shuddered lightly as Anne carefully started withdrawing her tongue. Very slowly it slid all the way out. Jean had to hold in again. And as the girl started an extremely slow rhythm of full penetrations, she had to wait another half minute until she found - and kind of fell in to the rhythm, before she could continue.

"It isn't easy to get anyone to tell you about these kind of fantasies, and especially not our clients. But we pretty soon found that there seems to be some kind of understanding out there of what the basic elements of these fantasies are. At least we clearly found a match when Pam came up with what we called the dungeon gimmick! A place of torture, painful cries and cracking whips. Darkness, torches, hanging bodies, masks, iron - these kind of things. Not as the dominant part of the service, mind you! Not as a part at all, actually! More like a background setting. Something an ardent lady should be able to just sense when her girl is with her. To somehow underscore the actual difference between the mistress and her slave! Straight out something to say that she kind of drags herself out of the torture chamber to serve her lady, leaving her completely satisfied and happy, and then return to her world of endless pain and humiliation again. Actually just another and dramatically different element in our fundamental concept… Giving the ladies this feeling of being the exalted goddesses. That crucial thing that will make us the best of the best! Where I want us to be!!"

Another moan intercepted the monologue. Jean noticed how Anne's back crouched itself in discontent at the horrific scenes laid out to her. The slowly increasing rhythm of those mind- numbing tongue thrusts indicated that she attempted to drown such kind of images in an ever-increased focus on pleasuring the pussy at hand.

Jean was as disturbed by this kind of action as Anne, but she had to admit to herself that she more than easily could grasp the erotic impact of the humiliation and degradation part of that background. So much that it generated another tremble of excitement throughout her body and a rapid flow of pussy syrup into that sweetest of mouths!

No! Enough talking! As usual it didn't take long until it wasn't possible to concentrate on anything but the brain- drugging sensations created by that masterful tongue.

She decided to lean back and let the girl take care of her for the rest of the evening. There would be time to talk about these things later. Now was the time for blissful pleasure. Designed for her. For her only!

Not another orgasm yet, though. Not for hours still! Just this soul- draining stimulation on the brink of explosion… until she just couldn't take it any more!

Evening turned into night. Soft moans and some strained whispers floated lightly through the atmosphere of bliss… just every now and then.

At one point Anne could clearly sense from the small ripples vibrating along her lover's thighs and belly that she rapidly approached a new climax. The tiny bush at her nose started to tremble, and the deep, regular breaths cut into strained sighs. She slowly eased the deep, regular tongue thrust down to an almost motionless sliding, and fastened her grip firmly to the powerful buttocks of her lover.

Jean raised her upper body, and her voice was surprisingly calm; "Ooooh…. let's ease it Anne darling, and keep it on the edge for a while if you please. You know how I want it!"

The first burning cramp of orgasm came flowing up her thighs and down her belly into her groin. She grasped Anne's head to tell her to stop all movements of that hungry mouth and tongue. Anne held in and froze almost completely with her talented teaser buried to the hilt, and let her lover's sensation of being totally filled up by girl tongue add to the powerful kick that rocked her mind at that very moment.

Both women held their breath as the cramp burned up around the tongue and again took the trembling body up to the edge of climax. Sweat broke out on feverish, hot cheeks. Mistress eyes closed tightly, teeth gritted creakingly and fingers griped painfully in fair hair locks as ands clamped mercilessly on the slave girl head...

For what felt like a small eternity, the love channel held the penetrated tongue in a tight grasp as the intense wave of pleasure coursed back and forth through the lady's belly and thighs. Encompassing her entire body! And even transmitting as an overwhelming mental force into the core of Anne's soul. The girl knew that even the smallest of movements would push her mistress over the edge and release the desired scream and flood of lady cum into her mouth. The temptation was almost irresistible, but she knew the consequences of that kind of disregard of her instructions would be severe.

Unbearably slowly the heat came down. Slightly. Jean suddenly felt uncomfortably warm. Comfort was after all the key!

"Don't move," she ordered almost briskly as she finally unbuttoned her shirt and threw it into a corner. The air felt wonderfully cool as it brushed over her glowing tits. The only thing missing now was the sensation of the satin material sliding gently over her nipples. They were giant, rock hard points, betraying her blatant arousal. When she bent a little more forward, they swayed down to almost touch Anne's hair. Once again she put her hands on the girl's head, and whispered hoarsely; "Now let it slide veeeery slowly, and massage my nipples at the same time."

Anne obeyed, and very gently started to slide her tongue out of the shuddering love tunnel, until only the tip was clamped by the hungry inner pussy lips. She felt the small jerks and the uncontrolled gasps of air over her as Jean waited for the next penetration. When it came, her mistress tensed again and grasped her head so hard that her long fingernails bore painfully into Anne's skin. She pressed her head even deeper into her lover's crotch as she felt her lady try to open her entire body to receive the full length of tongue up to that absolutely perfect fit. Jean wanted to scream in happiness as she was totally filled up once again. There was nothing on this world like this feeling! Again she felt Anne eagerly grip her big, powerful buttocks, and push her harder onto her face as if to get even deeper. Oooohhhh…. this girl was a miracle… Nothing less!

The slow and gentle ride carefully resumed after the breathless interruption by the climax build- up, and Jean slid back once again into the pile of pillows. Her legs and arms fell powerless to the side and she let herself drift off into wonderland again. The girl patiently continued her work, gently manipulating the giant nipples at the same time.

For another long period of time nothing could be heard but the intensive, slow breathings and moans from the two women. Jean lay like she was dead, just occasionally meeting a deep tongue thrust with a slow lift in her hip region, making the dark curled bush to split even deeper around Anne's nose. Anne's tender hands switched between gently massaging her lady's pulsing belly, plump ass cheeks and erect nipples. She intensely enjoyed the feelings she was able to generate in that wonderful body, and the excitement made her own little pussy leak its juices in rich quantities. But that was to be taken care of later in the loneliness of the evening when her lady had left. The only thing important now, was the comfort and pleasure of her beautiful mistress.

"Damn you, you little bitch," Jean moaned between clenched teeth as she felt her climax approaching again. Once more she wasn't sure if she should let go in between the sweetest of all the lips of this world, or prolong the wonderful tongue ride for some hours more. Resolutely she once again grabbed hold of the head between her legs, and with a painful tear of the ruffled curls, urged the fantastic tongue to stop in its fully penetrated position. The little slave darling read her mind like a book. Jean sat up again and felt the hot love tube clamp down on the full length of the tongue. A new wave of small convulsions ran through her spine and belly, and she knew she had managed to stop the build-up just in time this time too. The fireball of intense lust flared up and spread throughout her body, holding her stiffly for another minute as she rode along the star- bursting brink of orgasm, - without falling over. She met Anne's eyes through a sparkling fog of insane, crazy lust feelings, and then had to close the eyes tightly to flow through the last break of the insane pleasure wave. Still she had managed to savour the expression of love and devotion in the girl's eyes.

Again the fire slowly went by, and her body started to relax and come back down from the boiling condition. Jean suddenly realised she hadn't been breathing for more than a minute, and let the air go in a whistling hiss.

This was what life was all about!!

But she was quite sure she couldn't take another trip like that to the edge. These kind of workouts were almost too hard even for a grown- up girl like her. Unbelievably draining her of all energy even before she had her second orgasm of the evening!

With a final small jerk, the body over her relaxed, and Anne received a last, rewarding squirt of passion fluid onto her tongue. The tight grasp holding it inside the love channel softened minutely, and her tensed thighs released a little bit of their grip around her cheeks. She was wonderfully deeeeep into the pulsating pussy, - deeeep deep in; and all she wanted to do was to dig in still deeper and drink the uncontrolled excitement until her mistress was totally drained! Totally !

And somehow it almost felt better when her lady managed to hold back her orgasm like that. That kept the edge up, in a way. The wild passion glowing. Also for her! On the other hand it was a little frustrating to know that there still was an even higher level of pleasure that she hadn't brought her to yet, even when she knew it was her mistress' own wish to keep it like that. For the moment!

It was so different from that first night of lovemaking. The one she still remembered as the dark night. For some reason. Back then Jean had pursued maximum ecstasy all evening and night, without any sophisticated attempts to enjoy the finer nuances of her skills.

Oh that first dark night of fantastic love! Nowadays they could get down for an evening and a night like this one more or less any time. But up until that first night, Jean had been like an impossible dream. Completely unattainable!

Anne still thought back to that night as possibly the happiest moment of her life!

And even though other people had entered her life with a fervent, almost brutal impact in between, she still felt the same surge of sheer happiness every time she cast her eyes on that magnificent woman.

So any time like this, when she had the opportunity to pleasure her queen of queens, she wanted to be at her very best. At any time. And just drown into this overwhelming universe of genuine, superior womanhood. Just drown…. into the universe….. the black hole….. The abyss…..

Anne was amazed at how long Jean really could take this kind of on-the-edge torture games. That definitely was something new about her, and very different from the tendency to rush for the climax that was the characteristics of the other ladies she served. She was perfectly well – already a long time now - aware of the impact of her talented stimulation, and how difficult it was to resist, even to control. Even attempt to control! For everybody! Even for her beloved mistress up until the last couple of weeks!

Not that she wanted to complain. Not at all! She still was in the best place in all the world!! Right here and now!

But no matter how she resisted mentally, she eventually had to admit to herself that such long periods of deep penetration tonguing was very exhausting. After all a lady normally lasted just a few minutes under one of her deep tongue thrust- attacks, and after the inescapable explosion, she herself had had plenty of time to relax and regain her strength while she nuzzled, stroked and kissed her mistress through her sensitive period of recovery.

Her throat muscles had started to feel a real strain and soreness when she finally heard the almost whispering voice form up above.

"OK dear; give me your best shot with your special technique! Like my final test for your exam! Get into it, and really show me what you can do!"

She knew what that meant. No holding back! No mercy! Full speed for the peak!

The belly in front of her vision bucked from excitement before she could even start her full attack. A thin jet of juice sprayed her tongue as it burrowed inward. Bursting stiff nipples trembled in anticipation as she let her hands glide up along the waist to start her sweet fingertip stimulation. One of her mistress' hands holding tightly onto her young lover's neck, the other grasping a handful of padding, hanging on the best she could!

The luxuriant pubic bush now formed a perfect split around her nose. All the way down. As designed – as with the rest of her - to be a perfect fit onto her face.

And it didn't take even a minute of her masterful combination of deep thrusts and insistent clit flicks before the pubic bone started trembling vigorously and pushing the length of the insatiable slit against her mouth and nose in hard, convulsive jerks. Heavy breathing gradually turned to irregular gasps as passion took control.

Encouraged by the immense response, Anne increased the brutality of her assault as she tried to find the rhythm of the pubic bone jerking aimlessly under her massive tongue lashes.

It was difficult, but – like always - she kind of instinctively picked up on it, and was able to fall into the wild erotic dance led by her demanding mistress.

"Nnnnngggggghhhh!!….."

No witty remarks…. No precise instructions! Just a passion- consumed woman, bucking like a young boy under her forceful stimulation. Like any other of her lusty women. Now.

Abandoning all her usual control for a blissful race over the top.

Jean threw her head from side to side, gasping hoarsely, pressing her entire abdomen up against the hard working mouth. That miraculous mouth. Trained to total perfection. By her and her team.

Even though she normally preferred relatively controlled orgasms when she and Anne were together, the girl had no problems recognising her rapid rise towards a violent blowout. Now the ecstatic pussy alternated between bucking wildly against her mouth, and trembling motionless for several seconds under her merciless tongue flicking.

Then the trembling got harder; the thighs and belly muscles tightened… much tighter…. much…..

And then a heart- bursting explosion!

The most violent orgasm she had ever experienced!

Shattering her mind and soul to the very deepest of its core!

Elaborately lifting her nearly clear of the pile of pillows as she gave herself over to the hungry mouth.

An all- consuming relief!! Possibly even better than the insane ecstasy of their first night back together!

Her body's unconditional approval of the girl's qualifications as a top grade service girl! The best she had had… the best she would ever have!!

She could sense from the way the body of her darling slave girl twitched and twisted under her that she was on the edge of a violent orgasm herself. Just from the massive mental impact of her own explosion! She was pleased to note how her strict teaching stopped the girl from giving herself over to it. All in order to be able to remain hot and hungry for her mistress! At all times! Like a service girl should!

Jean lay completely spent and powerless for a long while before she could collect enough strength to move her head and look down at her beloved darling with a faint smile.

"I definitely think you're ready. You'll pass your test with flying colours, that's for sure."

Anne had stopped her gentle afterglow tonguing of the exhausted pussy, and covered it up with a warm, fluffy towel, as she had done so many times before. She knew that was the best thing for her mistress, but it was hard. Her own body trembled with passion and already she was consumed by the desire to dive in and sink her talented tongue in to the bottom for a new, patient pleasure ride.

But that would have to wait. Even Jean didn't have an orgasm like that every day!

And still the lady wanted to discuss those last, trivial things for her exam preparations…..

The final approval - the exam, as Jean put it - sounded like some awfully formal and very serious event. And it could be that it was supposed to be. Or maybe even was to the other students, as far as Anne knew. In her case, however, it was a whole different thing. Much more of a piece of cake than she thought it would be when she was told about it the first time.

Come to think of it, the whole arrangement sounded quite similar to that first day with Jean's assembled team at the institute. That time when she first met Mary and Pam. Which already seemed like ages!

When the time approached, she had expected to be nervous. And more and more as the last days passed.

Especially when Jean told her that she had rented a suite at the Tortuga Hotel for the occasion.

But it felt like a big step forward for her that she could go to the challenge more or less just like it should be an ordinary training session at the institute. Maybe because she sensed that there would be a relatively familiar, or 'safe' setting for the whole thing.

When she knocked on the huge mahogany door with the golden plated room number and shiny black door handle, she wasn't surprised to see who were waiting. Jean, Pamela, Mary… and Carol. And Deb, of course, in the background to arrange all of the practical things.

The only thing that actually stunned her was the size and luxury of the suite. It was a very spacious room, with one wall of nothing but windows from floor to ceiling. A broad staircase led upward to a mezzanine with a water fountain and an open bedroom arrangement. Impressive!

Downstairs there was a spacious and shiny mahogany bar on the left hand - where Deb had found her place - and a broad section with a dark toned glass table and broad brownish, almost golden leather couches and recliners in the middle of the room. All seemingly casually scattered over a fluffy white rug. And all the usual refinements of course: champagne on ice with tall glasses and a massive flower decoration on the table… Deb had even arranged a jar with some kind of incense, creating a very heady aroma that brought an additional soothing element to the atmosphere of the room.

It was clear: they had tried their best to make her nervous!!

No no! Not this girl. Those days were gone! Not even any last sign of the everlasting sore trunk syndrome of the past!

Sure enough her heart was pounding a little bit faster as she crossed the shiny floor, her steps echoing in the room. And came up to the leather section, where her 'expert panel' casually waited. Jean, Carol, Mary and Pamela. Side by side on the couch! Broad smiles greeting her. Skirts hiked up around their waists. Legs crossed. Glasses filled. Jean delivering another of her monologues on what was expected from her. And how they all were looking immensely forward to it! Like she didn't know!

When her mistress stopped talking, she gave them a confident smile in reply. Then she kicked off her shoes and slumped down on her knees on the soft rug in front of the couch…..

Chap. 12. – First assignment

Amazing!! That was the only suitable word Anne could think of after having been through the new facilities in the impressive Wesner building. The reconstruction to meet Jean's requirement had been done in record time. Actually the administration had had a contractor at their beck and call for these kinds of client requests, and they had been rushed in from day one after Jean signed the contract. Modern business; swift and secure, exactly according to specifications!

Jean still didn't have the kind of money required to complete the entire section the way she wanted, but what had been done, had been done properly. That was her lady, all right!

"Sure it's a bit risky to make such a substantial investment so early on in our 'career', but I really believe that establishing a fashionable – even a little glamorous – head quarter with a highly professional and classy front is the best way to get to the right kind of clients. The kind we want! "

"The word about our services is of course spreading best through our highly unofficial channels, but it actually is an important point to be able to receive potential clients in such a kind of relaxed and confidence inspiring environment. In a serious business- like environment where a client really can feel like a client. That creates the kind of reliability that we'll need to stay on over time."

Certainly a logical step in Jean's plans.

They had been through everything from the entrance room, with the front desk and the corner section that should serve as a kind of waiting room, to the department with separate rooms in the back, including the promised demonstration room that would be Anne's domain. A lot of impressions; a lot of equipment, styles and arrangements. An excellent place to make the most of ones sensual creativity. Anne had started her planning as they were still looking around!

Jean, Carol and Pam already had their offices set up; name plates on the doors and everything. And Anne was thrilled to see that even she and Deb had their own desks further down the corridor. And then there was another one right behind the front desk, with a nameplate saying 'host'.

When asked about this, Jean told her that she had in fact employed a new, young girl to fill this role. She would be administering the front desk, and helping out on a lot of practical things that needed to be done on a regular basis. This way the rest of the staff, including Deb, would be able to focus more on the contact with the clients. And there were still a lot of things to deal with up in Mayo as well.

Ann was quite curious to see what kind of person Jean had found for this job. Even though she was not supposed to get involved in the more intimate parts of the activities, she would still have to be quite liberal and understanding about what would be going on. Not exactly a secretary job like any other….

She met the young girl later that afternoon when Jean took her through what she called the guest quarters. It was a totally separate part with 5 rooms which looked like high standard hotel rooms with bed, bathroom and a corner section. It could be used for lodging guests for the night, or for service girls that needed to be ready on short notice. The hostess, a lovely blond girl named Alison, also had the responsibility to keep these rooms in order when she was not manning the front desk. Alison was 21, and as such a little older than the regular service girls. A silent, enigmatically smiling little darling. She had dropped out of her studies, and had started looking for a job. She had been in contact with Jean's business for a while already, but never had the nerve to make the full step into the service girl program. Although the submissive fantasies had a strong appeal to her - especially with these awesome ladies - she didn't know if she would like it in real life; - which of course was fair enough!

"So, I felt that these rooms could come in very handy when the business grows and we – hopefully – get really busy. The rooms are perfect for a beck and call- kind of service. We shouldn't forget the simple things behind it all. You obviously cannot control your feelings at all times. Suddenly a busy lady gets horny. She picks up the phone and asks for a service girl to help her out. And then we should be able to be there within minutes! Full turn- out!!"

The last comment was followed by her typical, almost girlish giggle that was so contradictory to her normal aura of authority.

"Anybody who would like to, and has the opportunity, can come to stay here when it is convenient for service activities."

She suddenly stopped and turned against Anne with her eyes drilling into hers; "Why won't you give it a try with your upcoming first assignment? I guarantee you; it's cool!!"

Anne was woken at 8.30 the next morning. She had just a couple of minutes to stretch and yawn in her wonderful warm bed before the charming hostess from yesterday showed up with soap and towel and asked her to come with her to the shower. She was guided in, and left to wash and clean properly for the duties of the day. Afterwards the girl dried and perfumed her, and put on a very discreet make-up, hardly noticeable compared to her natural beauty. Then she was asked to dress a light grey shirt and red shorts.

A completely new experience to Anne. But definitely something she was ready to take on as a habit! Almost like having a service girl of her own.

After that, they went together up to Jean's door and the girl knocked. When Jean answered, she opened and gently pushed Anne inside.

Jean sat behind her new and far more impressive desk in her daytime white, doctor- like outfit, and got up to kiss her and grab both her hands.

"Good morning dear, you look absolutely ravishing! Welcome to the first day in your new life!!" she sang with a broad smile. Anne suddenly felt some of her earlier shyness creep in on her, and had to struggle to look back at her with appropriate confidence. This really was the first day of her 'new' life, and now was the time to go out and deliver the goods! All what she had trained for so long!

"Like we discussed yesterday," Jean started, "your first lady is already waiting, and we have plenty of other women asking for our services, so you will be off for duty as soon as, and as often as you like."
"Just remember, they don't know that you're completely fresh from the program, and will expect you to perform like any of our other girls. They will love you as a new, fresh server, and when they find out how good you are, they'll definitely continue to love you!" Jean sat down behind her desk again. "And remember, many of them will also think that you've experienced the slave training we discussed on a daily basis, and that you've been suffering appropriately. That's that additional kick I told you about, that we create for those of our clients who we think like the idea."

Jean bent over and looked into Anne's eyes. "Your first lady, Ms. Kyle is such a woman. Very wealthy, influential and respected. But she's quite the twisted one. You know her from the training program, where she was a guest at a few occasions when you were going through the last 'romantic' training sessions. If what you've told me is right, though, you're gonna just love this! A flying start to your new career!" Jean laughed and locked her grey- green eyes with Anne's. Anne could do nothing but smile as well, although she felt a little bit moved by the significance of the moment. Her very first step into the field. The real world out there!

Jean opened her brown leather folder, looked up some papers, and put on her new reading glasses. "Now, for the details…"

Anne could just peer with her eyes in the beginning as she stood in Ms. Kyle's bright, elegant office. A light green carpet and high palm trees along the walls elegantly matched the furniture and the shining mahogany desk. The windows went all the way down to the floor, and were covered with bright satin curtains that silently moved with the outside autumn breeze.

The door was quietly shut behind her, and Anne followed Jean's instructions carefully, coming a few steps forward before falling to her knees and bowing her head.

The legendary Ms. Kyle rose and came around the desk with elegant high- heeled steps. Anne remembered her in a flash. A round, beautiful, but quite stern looking face, big curly brown – almost golden – hair, and a tall, almost muscular looking body. She wore a dark brown, grey striped business suit, with grey stockings and very dark red shoes. The same as the colour of the frames of her glasses.

To Anne she looked awesome. A lady in her best years. Rich, powerful and confident. And ready to get what she wanted… when she wanted it.

She stopped right in front of the kneeling figure, took her cigarette from her lips with well- manicured fingers and lifted her face up with a light touch under the girl's cheek.

"Feeling uncomfortable today darling?" she purred softly.

"Yes Ms. Kyle" Anne whispered and gazed back into the dark, grey eyes.

"Good" the lady smiled and dug her hand into her hair. With a persistent tug she pulled Anne back up on her feet, and then slapped her face with a stinging palm.

"The service required today will be a most pleasant one, and you will have plenty of time to recover. Come with me this way please." She pointed to her desk.

Together they went around the desk. Ms. Kyle put her cigarette in the ashtray and asked Anne to sit down in the executive chair, while she herself got comfortably up on the edge of the desk.

"I know we have met only a few times, and quite briefly" she started out as Anne had sunk down into the chair with quite a surprised expression on her face. She took the cigarette again. "I insist that you call me Rowena. I don't want any of that Mistress- crap, although I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter." Her skirt slid quite high up her right thigh. "I want us to be friends the way it is, and thus behave like friends. Actually I'm hoping we could get along to see each other on a more regular basis… eventually. I have great expectations!"

"Now, I will unlock your hands. You'll just keep your neck- collar on in case you should get any ideas." Ms. Kyle produced a small key from her drawer, rose, and quickly opened the tight cuffs around her wrists. Anne gratefully started to rub her arms, and looked up at Ms. Kyle. "Thank you Rowena," she whispered faintly, almost forgetting to leave out the obligatory "mistress".

Ms. Kyle put the key down at the desk, and hiked the skirt up around her waist. A set of beautiful white panties came into view. She moved a little closer to Anne.

"Now remove my panties," she ordered. Anne could hear a slight touch of excitement in her voice. Resolutely she raised her hands, and in one stroke slid them down her thighs to the knees. She slid out of the chair and down to the floor to further get the panties down along her calves. Ms. Kyle elegantly lifted one leg at the time, stepping out of the white rings on the floor. As Anne looked up, she saw right up into a pink and already moist cleft, under a tight bush of dark curly hair. Above, she met the smiling eyes. As she picked up the lacy garment and pressed it to her face and inhaled deep, the smile got broader, and the cigarette in the hand started to tremble slightly.

After another deep inhalation, Ms. Kyle urged the girl to get up to her feet again. She was then told to lie down on her back on a kind of upholstered and wheeled bench in the desk cavity. As she did so, she discovered the familiar removable mid- section of the woman's seat.

Of course!! It was one of Jean's designer chairs! She hadn't explicitly said so during the briefing, but it was no doubt what she was in for! Ms. Kyle graciously removed the mid- section and encouraged her to place her head onto the soft pad right under the opening and try to make herself comfortable.

When Anne was in position on the bench, Ms. Kyle put the key back in the drawer, and produced the same kind of red, rounded plush tissue they used back at the institute. Smiling reassuringly she bent down and placed the tissue in a ring around Anne's upturned face at the side of the chair opening. Then she reached for a set of standard breathing pipes from a small bag in the armrest. Anne had to give a little groan of pain as Ms. Kyle quite insensitively pressed the pipes up into her nose, and secured them with small clips.

A last manoeuvre was to reach for an air pump ball in the other armrest and pump a few strokes. Anne's face came a little further up into the opening for each pump. The design of this chair was a little bit different from the ones back at the institute; somewhat simplified, or rather more adapted to a regular office arrangement. She kept forgetting that the equipment back at the institute was for training purposes only, and that this probably was more the standard she could expect to see out in the field.

"Now let's enjoy our working day together" Ms. Kyle smiled. She stepped with one leg over Anne's body, and moved slightly backwards while she held the skirt up around her waist. Then she slowly started to lower herself.

Anne stared right up into the lady's mighty behind. Slowly it came lower, and as Ms. Kyle bent forward, the whole, breathtaking scenery opened to her.

As usual Anne got so hot that that she felt she would explode! The lady's butt was as big and hot as any she'd had on her face before. Almost comparable to that of dear Carol!

Wonderfully tanned skin shaping impressive butt cheeks to a perfect display of raw femininity. Greedy and full pussy lips opening gradually as she bent do display a moist and wonderfully pink, horny interior. And a butt hole so soft, spotless and inviting that she could give her right arm to be allowed to sink her tongue the full length into the depths of it!

How could anything be so mind blowing wonderful?!? She was more certain than ever that this was her place in life. Her place forever!!

Then the broad tail came all the way down and covered her face completely. She felt the pussy lips slip apart over her mouth, and her nose press against the anal opening. Ms. Kyle adjusted her beautiful ass a little to get Anne's face thoroughly buried in her loins. Then she again gave some pumps on the pump ball to increase the pressure to her right comfort, and arranged her skirt over her lap. Carefully she drove the chair and the wheeled bench into the desk cavity and adjusted the back- angle of her chair until she apparently found the best position to resume her work. Lustfully she groaned and wiggled a little on the face under her. Then she started the instructions.

"This will be a long day Anne, so I expect you to keep me happy and comfortable. I prefer long and slow tongue strokes with casual, light titillation of my clit. When we are alone, you may use your hands to comfort my behind and thighs. And I have to warn you not to make a sound when somebody is here!"

Anne tried to nod, but failed quite understandably. Ms. Kyle still felt, and understood the response, though.
"Oh, and one more thing! Just to make things straight to you; I do not intend to be disturbed in my work or the discussions with our clients by having to visit the toilet, if you know what I mean."

Anne knew.

Ms. Kyle instructed her secretary on the intercom that she was ready to receive the visitors when they arrived, then softly told Anne; "Have a nice time, dear, and please let me know if there are any problems."

Then she started her paperwork and smoked another cigarette.

Breathing through the thin plastic pipes in her nose was surprisingly easy this time too. She felt quite comfortable, and could concentrate on enjoying the fantastic experience of Ms. Kyle's womanhood. She felt the great woman's entire being press against her face. When she slowly and carefully started using her tongue, it didn't take long until she sensed the first tensed shivers in spine and buttocks. The pussy pressed to her face started leaking quite heavily, and the sweet fluids very soon filled her mouth. She found a rhythm of long, soft strokes into the love channel with the length of her tongue. Occasional slightly tensed movements that painfully squeezed and mashed her face and nose told her that the treatment was not without effect.

The visitors were announced about half an hour late, and were showed in to Ms. Kyle's office. As Anne anticipated, her mistress did not rise to salute her guests, but shook their hands from her position behind the desk. "Please be seated, and let's get on with the report" Anne could hear her mistress telling her three female partners.

Anne worked patiently in and out of the moist love channel with her skilled tongue. Suddenly she felt a short, sharp squirt into her mouth. It immediately filled, and Anne swallowed resolutely. As her mistress felt the duty performed as expected, a second, much larger one followed the first shot, and Anne had no big problems in handling that one either. Then she felt the body relax completely over her, and a powerful flow flushed violently down her throat, and made her gulp away for all she was worth. She herd Rowena moan over her, and felt the pulsating pussy press even harder down on her gaping mouth.

Rowena tried to meet the eyes of her discussion partners on the other side of the table, and to maintain her strict business- like appearance as she let her golden flow flush down into the open mouth. For a moment she was afraid that the hissing sound could be heard, but her muffed slave darling damped it down to nothing. As a gesture of gratitude, she contracted her loins even more, to increase the power of the golden jet. She obviously could rely on Anne's skills to such an extent that she could use her services without any restrictions posed by sharp- minded visitors. Excellent! Anne was in for a long period of duty for her with those qualities, no doubt about that!

Drained totally for now, she could finally relax, and settle for a renewed lazy tongue- thrusting ride as the conference went on just like nothing had happened. And to her distinguished guests, nothing had! Waves of pleasure heated her body as the tongue slowly and softly slid in and out, occasionally rotating and twirling to work the outer pussy lips as well. Her clitoris was hard like a rock, and each time the skilled tongue flipped over it, she really had to control herself not to let out a moan, or show off small convulsions. A hard life!

With Rowena slowly building up to a new titanic orgasm, the conference came to an end, and the guests made short final remarks before leaving the room. Rowena this time felt she had to rise and shake hands, so she reluctantly came to her feet, knowing her skirt would instantly fall down and cover everything, and the soaked face in the chair remain unseen behind the desk. She felt the cold air against her, and longed for the moment she could sit back again where she should be!

As the door shut behind the guests, Rowena went to an elegant mahogany closet at the wall. From there she took out a soft towel, and dried herself with skilled hands. Then she returned to her desk. As she smiled down to Anne, she replaced the already moist red plush silk napkin around her face with a new one.
"Enjoying?" she asked, smiling even broader as she carefully pushed the napkin into the crevice around the head. Anne met her eyes with deep devotion and gave her a shining smile in return.
"I love you!" she at once expressed with a low voice as Rowena dried her face with another napkin.
"I know," the executive answered as she again stepped over the length of Anne's body and quickly hoisted her skirt.

Again the broad rump slowly came down on the seat and pressed down on her. The buttocks softly spread on each side of her, and slid down to close completely around her face. Again her nose pressed up against the soft opening of the dark asshole, and her mouth was pressed up against the juicy pussy, which immediately slipped open in order to accept the inward push of her powerful tongue. The drying of the worked up pussy had lasted just long enough for her mistress to sit down, and now a mere gush of sweet excitement fluid filled the girl's mouth. Anne opened up and prepared her tongue for a new, full re-entry into the paradise that had been opened to her. In a slow, even motion she slid it all the way in, sensing how Rowena's thighs tightened as she received the full length.

For a little while she held her tongue there, fully penetrated, and triumphantly felt her mistress draw her breaths heavily, and her whole body tremble. The broad tail pressed down and the pussy walls tightened around the full length of the tongue.

Rowena missed several times before she finally hit the right button on the intercom, to tell her secretary to hold all calls for a while longer.

Then a new, passionate ride started. Anne's tongue made long, slow, full strokes in and out, and Rowena just sat there, looking down on her desktop with dizzy eyes, enjoying nothing but the fantastic sensations slowly building up inside. Sometimes she shut her eyes tight and held her breath for several seconds before letting it out in a long hiss. She squeezed her hands before she let one of them seek out and find a rock hard erect nipple under the white fabric of her tailored shirt.

Heavier and heavier her breathing came, harder and harder her fist shut and more and more her belly trembled and shook. This was nothing a mortal woman could stand for a very long time. She knew that with this progress she would be lost in just a few more minutes! Just like all the other ladies she knew had had the chance to use this girl's service.

And another two minutes was exactly how long it took. Then it came! The giant orgasm shook her from head to toe, and left her groaning out her passion into one of the red napkins brought up for the occasion. She could not help humping her tail up and down on the wonderful face under her, rocking the whole chair back and forth as she exploded on the hard sucking mouth.

Anne's tongue pistoned in and out of the leaking opening as she drank the fluids flowing from her new lady. Her heart was again nearly bursting with happiness as she felt the pleasures her tongue generated so generously flowing down her throat. The broad buttocks squeezed and pressed her face and nose painfully back and forth, but Anne was insensitive to the pain and discomfort as she strove to prolong her mistress ecstasy as long as humanly possible.

Finally the broad tail came violently down, mashing her face almost to pieces as a powerful convulsion went through the woman's body. Then she fell back in her chair, completely spent.

For a long time, Rowena lay back in the chair enjoying the warming afterglow of the days first, terrific climax, just occasionally patting her face and forehead with one of the red napkins. Anne's tongue had stopped in full penetration, and the young girl knew just too well that she had better stay in that position for as long as Rowena wanted it. As the lady lay back this way, her own head was thrusted painfully backwards, and her nose pressed up into the soft ass opening. In addition she had to use all her strength to keep her tongue fully stretched and buried to the bottom in the hot love channel, and her cheek close up in contact with her mistress' upper pubic mound. Closed so that her mistress would feel a slight pressure from the cheek and lower face against the full length of her slit. But she was just too happy to suffer this sweet torment. Anything to keep her mistress horny, satisfied, and happy!

Rowena did not have the energy to move a muscle! She was breathing heavily, her belly and tits heaving as she slowly tried to regain her composure. What a fantastic girl! What a ride! What a marvellous cum! No doubt she was going to use her services a lot in the future! This was how a lady executive should be served!

After something like half an hour of total relaxation, Rowena worked herself back up with a sigh and pressed the intercom button.

"Evelyn, could you come in here please and clean up the mess while I'm at lunch? Please report back to me when you are finished." "Yes ma'am" the thin voice at the front desk replied.

Rowena slowly got up on her feet. With a soft "plop" the tongue slipped out of her saturated love tunnel. Anne sighed as the agonising weight came off her face. As her mistress went over to the locker for her towel, the secretary entered the room. She kind of bowed in front of her, and took the towel when her boss completed the tending of her happy pussy and let the skirt fall down. Then Rowena left.

Evy was around 30 and a slim woman. Quite tall, with her dark brownish hair set up in a voluminous knot. Relatively small but firm tits. Like her boss she wore a conservative office outfit, with a grey skirt and a light green blouse, with matching darker green belt and arm ring. Shoes and earrings in grey and silver, matching the skirt. And a thin golden necklace to complete quite a classy style.

As she turned around, Anne got a good glimpse of her entire body and was happy to note that her bum was full and almost big compared to the rest of her. All in all quite to her liking, although she preferred the little more voluptuous ones….

Evelyn closed and locked the office door behind her and hurried over to the desk. Sitting down on the edge, she took away the now completely soaked napkin from around Anne's face. Then she took the towel and started drying off her face.

"How do you feel?" she asked with a tensed voice.

"Wonderful" the reply came up from the seat.

Evelyn took a soft sponge and moistened Anne's face before drying it again. Both women knew that there was no way Anne could be released from the service chair before Rowena had finished the day sometimes in the evening.

Evelyn looked down at the smiling face, and then poured some juice down into her mouth. "I heard the two of you all morning" she said, "and got terribly hot from imagining what you did to her. Could you do me too? Please?!?" she begged.

Anne smiled even broader and extended her tongue again. "What do you think I'm here for?" she replied with her softest and most inviting voice. "If it's OK with Ms. Kyle, just come right down here."

Evelyn jumped off the desk, hoisted her skirt and stepped over her facing the back of the chair. She had left her panties in the front desk drawer. So sure did she feel about Anne's willingness to do her this favour. She displayed a nicely shaven cleft, and after arranging her knees under the arm rests of the chair, she slowly sat down over Anne's face until the tip of her tongue touched the pink gap between the full pussy lips. Then she sat down heavily, letting the pink tongue enter her and slide all the way in. She let out a deep, trembling sigh as she felt her belly expand from the deep penetration. And shuddered lightly as her naked pussy pressed hard down on the mouth, the pubic bone just squeezing the nose right in front of it.

Then a new ride started. For a while Evelyn just sat silently, feeling the massive trusts of the fantastic tongue fucking her gently up towards a heart bursting orgasm. After about ten minutes of moaning and groaning, she couldn't hold her skirt up any longer, and as it fell down over Anne's face, she gripped both the leather clad armrests to hold herself in position as she started rocking her pelvis back and forth to the rhythm of the trusting tongue.

All the time Evy had tried to watch out just in case Mr. Kyle should return early, although she almost never did. Anne could think that it was OK, but the secretary knew all too well that this was gross misuse of management resources.

Still, she couldn't possibly focus on anything but what the fantastic tongue did to her down there. With her whole body shuddering, she pressed her pussy hard down on the lovely mouth and hung on for all she was worth as the long powerful trusts relentlessly brought her towards the edge. And Anne knew exactly how to maximise her partner's joy, as she always did. Masterfully, she stopped the tongue in full penetration as the cramp of orgasm locked down on it with a milking grip, using just her front teeth and upper lip to continue the stimulation of the clit. The secretary's head came all the way down to the seat as her whole body shook violently, and a gush of fluid flushed her partners willing mouth. She managed to conceal her face in the bend of her arm as she let out a pitched scream, and almost broke Anne's nose as she humped her face.

In spite of the discomfort and pain, Anne tried to concentrate on the right moment, and then set in a powerful series of trusts that sent a new wave of senseless ecstasy through the convulsing body. There was nothing like the tongue of this marvellous girl, and Evelyn knew she would be unable to resist it just as much as Mr. Kyle was. Nothing could penetrate her and fill her up like this tongue. Nothing! Not even a dick. Not even close!

She felt the powerful trusts stop in full penetration again as her ecstasy passed over the peak and her body went limp, totally drained and exhausted. Moaning hoarsely she sank back to support her elbows on the desk behind her as she tried to regain control. A heavenly feeling of warmth and comfort filled her, and there was no way she would ever be able to move a single muscle again.

After a while, though, she staggered out of the office in the direction of the bathroom. Her legs could hardly support her. She had to clean and prepare everything for her boss' return, and conceal all traces of her 'misuse' of her private facilities. When she returned she found Anne faithfully in position in the chair, smiling at her as their eyes met again.

"That was wonderful" Evelyn sighed and unpacked a new tissue to wipe up the mess she had made - herself this time.

" You were wonderful," Anne whispered back and looked up at her with dizzy eyes as Evy cleaned and put some lotion on her face and replaced the napkin around it. Then she went to the mirror, straightened her dress, checked her makeup, and left out to the front desk.

Less than half an hour later, Ms. Kyle was back again, and breezed into the office. She quickly checked the mirror, and crossed over to her desk. "I had an excellent lunch," she told Anne, smiling down at her as she sat down at the edge of her desk. "How about you?" Anne smiled back at her as she locked eyes with the voluptuous woman. "Well, I thought I should just hang around here to be at your service."

"That's my girl!"

The two of them shared a relaxing laugh. "If you do well throughout the rest of the day, I thought I would invite you along to a late dinner with one of our company clients Tuesday night next week. Her name is Alice, but that will be Ms. Johnson to you. Would that be OK?"

Anne smiled again as she responded with a careful nod not to displace the new napkin.

"Excellent, settled then," Ms. Kyle smiled, rising from the desk. Again she raised her skirt and stepped over Anne's body with one gracious leg. As she squatted to sink her butt down on the upturned face, Anne could not resist the urge to raise her hands and lock them around the skirt- clad waist, pulling her on down.

Again, the miraculously wonderful behind sank down on her face, and a thousand thrills flashed up and down her body as she prepared to give her lady the maximum possible pleasure for the rest of the afternoon. Anne noticed that Ms. Kyle had visited the bathroom. She was wonderfully cleaned, refreshed and perfumed just for her.

Anne was more determined than ever to provide the best service of this world to this insanely wonderful body! She extended the full length of her tongue, and sank it deep into the love channel pressed against her mouth. She could feel the slight downward pressure as Ms. Kyle opened up and met her soft penetration with her entire pelvic region, at the same time pumping her head support further upwards into her deep cleft. The contact was established, and a shudder of joy went through Rowena's spine as the tongue again started its slow, intense thrusts, filling her pussy with mouth heat.

Rowena leaned back and relaxed. She let her mind flow freely and her hormone level burst up again, and felt her pussy leaking and her nipples stiffen against the fabric of her shirt.

"Anne, be a dear and work on my nipples too, please" she whispered into the air. Immediately the hands left their firm grip on her waist, and came upward. Well trained, they opened the two lower buttons above the belt, and found their way up under her shirt without stretching or wrinkling it, until they cupped each full breast, and then focused gently with tender fingers around her rock hard nipples. This girl was a true wonder. She continued to sit motionless for a short while until she felt her body starting to glow, and the small spasms come alive along the full length of her thighs.

She moaned. She could sit like a queen this way forever. The work had to be done though, and she reluctantly lifted her head, adjusted her glasses, and slowly leaned forward to focus on the papers on her desk. Actually, she had planned to stay on a low boil throughout the rest of the afternoon, just enjoying the gentle stimulation provided by her docile service girl. But she had saved herself up by having just one orgasm in the morning, so as she felt the passion hit her, she knew she would not be able to concentrate properly before she had another climax to calm her nerves. The decision made, she leaned further forward and placed her elbows on the desk, crossing her arms under her tits and looking down into the desk with dizzy eyes. Then she let the feelings rush freely throughout her body, and her mind be occupied by this one thought: that this was designed for her pleasure, and her pleasure alone!

Anne soon recognised her mistress' readiness to ride another trip to the top as the faint convulsions in her thighs grew in intensity. It was more difficult to gently massage the now rock hard nipples in her new position, but even though her lower arms hurt a bit from being pressed against the edge of the desk, that was of no relevance to the fact that she right now brought her beloved Ms. Kyle such intense pleasure. She made sure to establish a regular rhythm of deep tongue thrusts that would work strong and predictably, and be the most effective way to reach the top on a tight time schedule. Her nose was mashed into the soft anal ring, sometimes so deep that it occasionally nearly blocked the air supply through the pipes. This never happened for any longer periods, though, since her mistress grew increasingly uneasy from the sensations caused by her hard working tongue. After a few more minutes, she was right on humping the upturned face, pressing her soaked pussy against the sealing lips, in an effort to draw maximum pleasure from the deep tongue strokes.

When the climax hit, it was like an earthquake! Mrs Kyle's body stiffened, and a long, deep breath was interrupted sharply. The glasses fell off her nose and down onto the papers scattered on the desk. Hands tightened to shaking fists. Anne's arms were almost broken right off as her lady bent forward over the desk and let out a guttural groan between clenched teeth as the waves of intense pleasure flared through her body. The broad buttock relentlessly mashed the heated face and threatened to smother the hard working little slave completely.

Anne wished it would last forever! She hung on for all she was worth, tongue working like a piston, and her hands now roughly massaging the stiff nipples of the wobbling tits over the desk. Hips pumped wildly and buttocks clenched and flexed around her face. Legs with loose high-heeled shoes slipped back and forth over the floor carpet, and the arms crossed on the desk under her bosom tightened till they shook like leaves.

Several squirts of love juice landed in the back of her throat between her tongue thrusts. Anne took a couple of seconds to gulp it down, but before she was able to resume her massive strokes, she got a new squirt as Ms. Kyle lost control of her bladder. This time her mistress didn't have that much to give, so Anne had it down in a few additional gulps. And even before the last trickling subsided, she was able to launch a new attack all the way to the bottom. Her fingertips continued to massage the nipples, and this final, massive assault brought on the ultimate success.

Her mistress actually multi- orgasmed!

A new wave hit her, and as the tongue shot in an out, the body stiffened and shook violently in a new eruption of ecstasy. That was what it took to send Anne herself over the edge as well! As she rubbed her thighs together, the bliss of happiness surging through her from this final achievement brought on an orgasm so intense that dazzling stars exploded all over her mind. Only her unconditional determination to please made it possible to avoid screaming out into the spasming pussy over her, and even somehow control her body and maintain the level of stimulation for her beloved mistress. As her own body convulsed, she focused desperately on her task, trying not to move so much that her own pleasure would be noticed. She had not been allowed to cum, and Anne knew that she was supposed to control herself and stay permanently hot in order to provide optimal service, as she had been taught all along.

But Rowena still bucked crazily in her chair, totally lost in her own ecstasy. She passed the final peak right after Anne, and when she started to come down, the girl had already regained full control of her own body.

Finally, Ms. Kyle's body relaxed again, and she fell back in the chair, drained and powerless like a ragged doll. She suddenly felt an uncontrollable desire to laugh! As she picked up her glasses and put them back on her nose, she laughed until she had to gasp for breath. Then she shook her head, straightened her back a little and took a deep breath;

"Anne dear, I'm totally drained. I can't stand any more at the moment. Please leave my nipples for now."

Anne had stopped her treatment of the saturated pussy with her tongue fully penetrated – as usual – and now again had her head painfully tilted back. She immediately took her hands off her mistress tits, carefully pulling down, straightened the shirt over the bosom, and gently placed her hands around the waist again. Gently and lightly she caressed the hips and belly as her mistress caught up with her breath, letting her hands slide lightly and lovingly over the soft curves of her butt. Now was the time for the relaxing care. She knew she should try to stay like this, without moving, for as long as possible as her lady recovered. Only light caresses with her hands. Cheek carefully pressed over the soaked vulva, tongue motionless in its position, nose pressed deep inside the relaxed bum hole. Gentle silence.

"You will probably not be surprised to know that Alice ….., Ms. Johnson, is not that different from me," Rowena finally mumbled in a low voice. "She enjoys oral attention as much as the next lady. If you like her, I expect you to help me out on entertaining her during our conversations next Tuesday night. But I will not press you to do it if you don't find her attractive. I think you will, though. She's quite a lady!"

Anne nodded. For Rowena to feel, and not to see. She had known all the time that she was in for some hard work, and she was definitely getting what she bargained for. Her first evening of real overtime.

Chap. 13. – Setting in

The day at Rowena's office had been exactly the start that Anne had been dreaming of… A real kick! The perfect combination of feelings ranging from total submission via respect and admiration to the enjoyment of being able to provide ultimate pleasure and satisfaction. She felt utterly dominated and exploited by someone who genuinely appreciated the skills and devotion she had put into her pleasuring efforts. Rowena had taken all she had to give with full vigour, and had total satisfaction.

Jean made it very clear to her early on that she could expect to be regarded as something of a "lower class citizen" - as she put it - by some of her clients. Many of them already were well established within the lifestyle, and had no problems understanding the roles they were playing in the game. It was hardly surprising though, that it could be a challenge to earn appropriate respect in the role as a submissive pleasure provider.

But already the first regular client visit at Rowena's office had given her the distinct feeling that by showing her skills, devotion, and her own genuine enjoyment, she could be noted as much more than just a living pleasure doll. She even had a feeling that she could have some kind of power in the relationships by being the one she was, and doing the things she did…. When she was at her best!

At the end of the day, Rowena had released her from the chair, and let her clean up properly. Then she was shown to one of the seats opposite to her desk as they sat down to discuss the details of the dinner arrangement. Rowena looked warm, satisfied and happy - almost glowing - and when she met Anne's eyes, the young girl could see and sense that she definitely had appreciated her visit. That she had made a difference! Anne felt she could use her charm and good mood to deepen their contact even further.

Did she know that Anne had come hard herself during her last shattering orgasm? Anne suddenly felt that this woman knew everything! And she obviously didn't believe the handcuff- gimmick at all, because as Anne rose to leave, the woman just handed them over to her with a snug smile, telling her to do with them as she pleased.

The next day Jean was at her work desk phone already at lunchtime, and Anne immediately heard the excitement in her voice.

"Mrs. Kyle told me she enjoyed your visit. That means top marks to you!! I knew it!" she sang.

"You know," she quickly filled in to explain, "she's not the one to throw around compliments or blank approvals. That's why she is what she is. When she says she enjoyed your visit, she did, and very much so! Trust me, I know her."

Again Anne's first feeling was this little sting in her heart telling her she was being used. She knew this wasn't fair, considering how Jean had been the door opener to all the relationships she had built during her time with the program. And she was free to go away any time she wanted. It was just something about the attitude and the way she talked to her. Something she couldn't really say. And something that was not important! Anne decided then and there to try to forget this forever, and concentrate exclusively on the positive side of it all. After all Jean had made a positive difference to her life like nobody before… ever!

"Anne, I've got another client for you already this evening, but I thought you'd maybe like to have tonight off considering what you've already been through. Am I right?"

"Yes, I think so," Anne answered reluctantly, feeling a little relieved that at least Jean had no problems understanding what an experience it all had been. She really didn't feel like another go around this soon.

They agreed to get in touch again the following morning at work.

That evening, however, Anne realised that she in fact regretted that she had turned down Jean's offer. As she watched TV and munched some chips, she realised that she was more than ready for another go! Every glimpse of an attractive looking, senior lady on the screen brought heat to her body like she had never felt before. She almost got scared. Was it really that strong? Had it changed so much about her in just a few months? Did it even show on her face?!? If she let herself go any further into this, would she ever be able to return to a "normal" life… have a family and kids? Was there really a way back?

She felt the need to talk to someone about this more than ever. But who should that be? If she tried to discuss it with Jean, she would just get another long lecture about the way of realizing her own personality and feelings by fully embracing this new lifestyle. That was all fine and dandy, but still it was – and would always be considered - quite awkward. The question was if she would be able to handle the different situations in this "double life" over time? Especially when her feelings so strongly told her that this was all what she really wanted… what she had been dreaming about since she was just a young girl?

And what about Carol? Could she open up to her?

Probably not! The conflicts with Jean seemed to be escalating rather than settling, and it was clear to all of them who was the weaker part. The beautiful woman was just a pale reflection of her old self these days. Anne knew she was the reason behind it all, and that made it so much more unfair. She clearly felt how the lady tried to get her to move her direction, and Anne felt a growing conflict between her attraction to her and the loyalty to Jean. Somehow it felt like if she went to her now, she would have taken a position in the conflict, and there would be no way back.

Still she kept hoping she would contact her. She missed her terribly!

Sitting there in front of her telly, she decided once again to proceed for another month or so, to find out what she really wanted, and if she at that point would feel that she had control, or if she would be totally addicted, and there would be no way back. Then she would make the final decision.

Once this was settled, she let her thoughts drift back to the wonderful day with Mrs. Kyle. Her finger found the sensitive spot, and it took just a few minutes for her to reach a very powerful orgasm….

Jean was a little bit worried about Anne's feelings after her first real field visit. That Ms. Kyle would be very happy with her talents was hardly surprising. Nobody else could still match her special technique, although Jean had trained her other girls very hard lately, trying to make them improve in the same direction, or at the very least understand the physiological basics of how it's done. Deb, her own personal assistant, had been practising intensively - mainly on her own insatiable pussy - and was the one with the best progress so far. But still nothing came up to dear little Anne.

Her main concern was that Anne would be appalled by some of Ms. Kyle's special desires, and start to have second thoughts about the whole thing. She hoped not, because she knew better than any other that that was just the beginning. Had she prepared her well enough? Should she explain things further? Or maybe she had talked more than enough already?

Jean was pleased when Anne without hesitation accepted her next assignment. It was a new lady, a woman who had been recommended to her by another client. She had been quite unsure about the whole thing, and wanted a meeting more or less just to ask some questions about the services that Jean and her staff could offer. Jean decided that this was a good "soft" case for Anne to handle next. A situation where she could play out her whole registry of skills, or just settle with some talking… about the easiest thing she could expect to face in quite a while….

Ms. Sommers had made evening dinner arrangements for them at Hotel Excelsivor a few days later she was sitting alone at a corner table for two when Anne arrived. Anne had dressed in a light tee shirt and a fairly loud knee- length skirt, looking quite like the student she had been until quite recently. Jean recommended this as the most appropriate, even if a hotel like that normally would require a somewhat classier outfit. Even though Jean had told her what she knew about her, she somehow still didn't expect them to stay long in the hotel restaurant.

That proved to be wrong though. The lady had put together an extensive menu, and clearly had plans for a longer chat. She was very delighted when Anne greeted her by kissing her hand before she sat down opposite to her. She felt she could do so even if there were a few other guests over at the opposite side of the huge room.

Anne had expected her to be slightly nervous, like many of the others, but this one was completely calm, signalling a confidence and strength that took her a little by surprise. Now how about that! If she should want something, it was much easier and relaxing when her lady was relaxed and confident herself.

And from the first moment she saw her, Anne was definitely hoping for some closer contact. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Definitely one of the most beautiful of all the ladies Jean had brought her in contact with so far! She also appeared to be a little younger, hardly over forty, with an elegant, kind of cool appearance that left no doubt about her being a lady of exquisite class and taste. She had her dark blond hair set up in a wide, curly fashion that clearly required a lot of work every day. A face with an elegant, but very discreet make-up applied to frame big brown eyes and a mouth that was practically screaming for hot kisses. She was wearing a dark grey business- type jacket over a low cut bottle- green blouse, covering a pair of drop- dead, delicious looking tits. They were also screaming for hot kisses, Anne thought to herself, after throwing a quick glance in that direction.

Within seconds the waiter was there, popping a bottle of Brute Freixnet Cordon Negro. After pouring it for them, he immediately disappeared, and the lady raised her glass.

"I'm quite used to hide my feelings in my everyday life," she said, clicking her glass with Anne's, "so forgive me for not appearing more emotional. But let me tell you right now; you're absolutely stunning!"

Ann couldn't help getting a little red, although she was trying very hard now to lay off some of her childish behaviour. She was able to return a swift "so are you" though, in a way that she felt could convince the woman that she truly meant so, and kept looking directly into her eyes.

"Frankly, I find you breathtakingly beautiful," she added, to get really on top of it.

The woman's face brightened even more and she took a deep sip of her sparkling wine.

"I just love the Spanish vintage," she sighed, elegantly patting her lips with her napkin. "This one actually isn't expensive at all, but definitely in class with many of the better French champagnes… at least according to my taste."

Anne was impressed by Ms. Sommers' excellent style; although she felt she was overdoing her manners a bit.

Her conversation was as relaxing as her personality, and before she even knew it, Anne had told her quite a bit about herself, and even touched in on Jean's program. And that was the point at which the lady cleared her throat and got down to talking business.

"Now, I know all there is to know about Ms. Alden and her program," she told her straight out, putting aside her glass for a moment. "I learned about it from a good friend of mine several months ago. It all sounds just great to me. Something I've been looking for a long time actually. There are, however, a few things about this I really need to clarify."

"I'm all yours!" Anne responded, trying to appear as confident as her partner, and at the same time not sound like some around-the-corner streetwalker.

When the woman started to ask questions, she suddenly realised that she actually never clarified with Jean what she could discuss with the clients, and what she should hold back. How about this slave girl image they presented to some of the clients - even in a few cases with fake whip welts across the buttocks? Or the face sitting service that she herself had learned to enjoy so much? She couldn't just go on and tell her about this, just like that… could she? She felt the old familiar nervousness creeping along her spine once again as she was trying to decide at which point to draw the line. What would Jean tell her?

"Actually, what I really need to know - and this I need to know from you - is, if this is something you really enjoy doing, and then I mean really love doing!" She leaned forward against Anne, so much that the girl almost feared her quivering tits would fall out from under her blouse.

This calmed Anne's nerves a lot. Maybe she wasn't in for a detailed interrogation after all! She was easily able to bend forward and lock her eyes with the lady.

"Yes, I do love it. It's my greatest passion! Not with everybody obviously, we can say no if we don't like the client, if that's what you mean. But I can tell you right here and now that I would enjoy immensely to get more intimate with you!"

Silence. Glittering eyes. Understanding. Hot mental signals. A deep sip of dry, sparkling wine.

The woman's perfumed scent had drifted heavily against her when she leaned forward, leaving her completely light headed, almost tipsy, much more from that than from the wine!

The waiter appeared with the second course, and they enjoyed the food for a while without talking much. Just occasional comments on the excellent taste and arrangement. Then Ms. Sommers raised her glass.

"I needed to know that," she smiled warmly. "How can you enjoy any pleasure if it's not mutual? Cheers!"

After a little while she again patted her lips with her napkin in her typical way.

"I really think I will enjoy your company! I was a little curious, but now I know!"

She small- chatted for another couple of minutes.

"And you are really well trained? I mean... you are used to this. You can take whatever comes along?"

Anne wasn't quite sure if she knew what she meant, but this lady couldn't possibly have any disturbing intentions with a question like that. Not her!

"Yes!" she answered swiftly.

The lady seemed pleased.

After they had finished coffee, she handed her business card over to Anne.

"I will be here again on Wednesday. Then my business here in town will be concluded. Will you meet me here at, say, seven sharp?"

"Yes Ms. Sommers. It will be my pleasure!"

"Mine too!"

Anne had a feeling she was in for a turbulent time the next few days. One evening with Ms. Kyle and her associate, and the next one with Ms. Sommers! But all her doubts were gone by now. Totally! The few days she had by herself had convinced her that she needed this just like other people needed food! All of a sudden she was hardly able to think of anything except working out and watching TV on her free time. Better then to put her effort into pleasing wonderful women who knew how to enjoy her skills! Make the world a happier and hornier place! And those two ladies were exactly the kind of strong and confident people that made the whole thing feel just so wonderful. No fear, no doubts. Just let herself sink into the warm embrace and never get up again. Just do her thing…

Just the thing she knew was expected from her. She could see it in their eyes at first glance when she faced them. Glowing, intense eyes, hot and horny, just waiting for her to entertain them.

And Anne felt self-confidence fill her chest every new day. She sure as hell was going to entertain them! Gone were the days of shy uncertainty and sore- trunked elephant syndrome. Naturally, it was a great help that she felt she knew Rowena quite well already. When Jean asked her if they should pull off some kind of bondage gimmick this time, and heard about the lady's reaction to their first attempt, she definitely decided to scrap that idea.

And so it was that Anne found herself in front of a huge table that filled a deep alcove in a remote corner of a very luxurious restaurant not far from Dayton Drive. A very handsome waiter had accompanied her to the table, elegantly leading her across a classical looking hall with sparkling crystal chandeliers, a discretely trickling water fountain, expensive carpets and mahogany wood work everywhere around. Holding her hand gallantly in his white gloved one, he introduced her to the two ladies sitting at the inner side of the table, bowed discretely and then disappeared.

The alcove was quite deep and dark. If it hadn't been for a set of lit candles next to a huge flower decoration on the table, she would hardly be able to see the two ladies sitting there with their glasses of dark red Rioja Grand Coronas.

After a brief discussion with Jean, she had got herself a light grey kind of business suit with jacket and skirt, quite a bit less conservative in style than her partners, and with just a very light and simple blouse underneath. She even wore high heel shoes, although they had agreed it was a little on the far side for her age. But at least no stockings…

Those shining eyes – familiar grey ones, and strange blue ones - looked her over thoroughly for a moment before Ms. Kyle smiled and motioned for her to take her place at the table. A little clumsily she manoeuvred herself into a place next to her dear lady.

"Anne, my dear child, let me introduce you to a good colleague and a very close friend of mine, Ms. Johnson."

She leaned slightly backwards and laughingly looked back and forth;

"Jill… Anne, Anne… Jill!"

A beautifully manicured hand came up towards Anne. After a fraction of a second to recall her lessons, Anne took it and brought it up to her lips for a very discreet kiss on the back, all the time maintaining eye contact with her, sending her very best "whatcanidotopleaseyoumymistress" – signal.

The lady was thrilled. Her entire body smiled at Anne through those beaming eyes. She displayed a chain of perfect, white teeth, a rounded, beautiful face with only very tiny wrinkles marring the corner of her eyes hinting at her mature age. To Anne she looked something like 35.

Both ladies were wearing extraordinary elegant business suits, with very deep cut blouses under their jackets. Ms. Johnson's suit was dark grey with discreet pinstripes, with a matching dark brow, plunging v- necked blouse. Her necklace was a broad chain of what looked like pure diamonds, and matching earrings completed a stunning impression of expensive high society. She had her dark blond hair set up in voluminous curls, with stray locks hanging casually elegant down in her forehead and neck.
Rowena's suit was dark too, quite rough in texture, some kind of very dark green colour to it, with a matching, even darker bottle green blouse. She was wearing a thin golden necklace, with a small golden drop- shape trinket hanging down into the cleft between her full breasts. Anne was stunned to realise that even the almost invisible creases in the skin of her tits actually matched the colour of her blouse, and underlined her elegant maturity. Everything, even her imperfections, contributed to her classical beauty!

"We chose this particular restaurant because of the extraordinary correct and liberal service," Rowena told her, smiling at the waiter who returned with a glass for Anne.

As they drank to their health, they were served a very light salad with shrimps in lemon juice. Anne was complimented for her new style. This was the first time in her life to ever wear a business type suit.

They chatted for a while as the glasses emptied. Anne noticed how Ms. Johnson got more and more uneasy on her seat as their eyes met across the table. It was soon clear to her that the lady already was so horny she could burst! This made her feel more confident than ever that she would be able to give them a great experience, and she could even find the courage to initiate the topic that she knew would lead to another session of great sex… and a long evening of overtime!

But she should remember to be a little careful though, so as not to offend Rowena. She obviously intended to be the one to say who does what... And how.

She put her fork down, took the napkin from her lap and patted her lips gently. For a moment she thought to say something as trite as the salad being as healthy and delicious as they looked.

No no… way too stupid!

"I wish to thank you very much for this delicious salad" she smiled. Then she looked over at Rowena and raised her glass.

"With your permission Ms. Kyle?"

Rowena wiped the slightly surprised expression off her face, smiled and gave an almost unnoticeable nod.

"May I say that I think you both look positively marvellous, and that I'd be delighted to be allowed to look after any requirements you might have this evening. I'll be all yours. Anything at all?!?"

The two ladies had been waiting in a slightly tensed silence, Ms. Johnson with a broad smile, Rowena still with a touch of confusion on her face. Now they swept down the rest of their wine, and sat back lazily. Rowena made a discrete hand movement signalling the waiter.

He appeared almost immediately, removed the plates, refilled the ladies glasses and took away Anne's. A more than clear way of telling her what was expected from her from now on.

Feeling her self-confidence, excitement and pulse rise to the challenge, she took great pleasure in playing along with her delighted protégées.

"If you would be kind enough to excuse me ladies? Before the next course is served, I think I should retire to a position where I could be of a more appropriate assistance... If you don't mind?"

"We don't mind!" Jill immediately cut in, smiling even broader. Holy trunk, didn't this woman aim straight for the goodies! Didn't she have nerves at all?!?

Anne looked around. When she was out of sight, nobody would notice that the table had had a third occupant. Simply a perfect arrangement!

The candlelight flames flickered softly as she sat back and took a deep breath. Their reflexes danced across the graciously curved pane of the deep red glasses and mingled with the restlessly living shadows as she shifted her hips forward and let herself slip off the seat and in under the thick tablecloth hanging down to the floor. The muted, typically elevator-like background music, - right now a melancholic version of "Days of whine and roses" – disappeared almost completely as the cloth fell back down behind her.

She had been worried that it would be quite dirty and dusty under there, but was delighted to find that it was much better than she had expected. It actually smelled clean and fresh! And - on top of it all – a special, even softer carpet covered most of the space, obviously provided as an additional comfort for studious service girl knees!

After automatically straightening her hair, she immediately crawled over to where Ms. Johnson's elegant legs swayed out from the darkness under the cloth, planting a soft, caressive kiss on her right knee. The thighs immediately opened slightly. As she tentatively moved her head in between them, they gave way softly, letting her cheeks brush against silky skin as she kept on pushing inwards.

Once again she was met by the mind-blowing mixture of female scents. First the familiar hint of hair removal wax and skin softening lotion. And then…. of horny pussy! Extremely horny pussy!! Hot, demanding, and completely intoxicating. And again she felt this unique coordination of movements with a lady who knew everything there was to know about the special ways of their world. Their wonderful world of overheated service girls, and even hornier ladies!

Natural, coherent movements... hips adjusting imperceptibly and slipping slightly forward on the seat. Skirt sliding just a little bit further up… assisted by a discrete finger on one side, to allow the thighs to open just a little more. Just enough to let the glowing face the rest of the way in. To close in on the first worshipful kiss. Lips upon lips in a long and breathless moment.

Rowena saw how Jill's body trembled lightly. Her eyelids got heavy and her happy smile slowly transformed into an expression of open- mouthed rapture. As tongue came between lips and started its slow and gentle sliding up and down, it didn't take long until her companion was breathing a little heavier than usual.

Rowena concentrated on not spilling any of her wine as she tried to continue the conversation. The waiter suddenly materialised out of nowhere with their desert; two tall glasses with banana split ice cream, accompanied with small glasses of Baileys. His white- gloved hands worked with impressive swiftness and accuracy as he arranged the dish in front of them from his bent over position.

Jill sent him a grateful smile that looked quite relaxed under the conditions. Only those heavy eyelids slightly betrayed the lady's elevated hormone level. As far as the waiter was concerned, that didn't matter at all. He knew perfectly well what was going on under there!

Anne tried her best to be patient as she with hammering heartbeats slid her hands upwards to fold her hands behind the lady's back. Pressing lightly without causing discomfort, she sank her tongue a little deeper in between the delicious folds as she continued her wet sweeps up and down.

This lady was just as wonderfully hot and succulent as any of the women she had had the immense pleasure of serving these last few months. A real piece of woman! One well worthy of a service girl's adoring caresses.

Above her she could hear the muted sounds of the ladies voices as they continued their conversation. From the small movements of the gorgeous body surrounding her tongue and cheeks, she could also notice that Jill enjoyed her desert with small, modest mouthfuls.

The lady surely must have had some extensive experience in this kind of body worship, because even when Anne started to sense those familiar small ripples in thighs and belly, she was not able to affect her voice or create any noticeable jolts or cramps when she made some powerful flicks over the now fully erect and protruding clit.

Like usual that immediately served to fuel her competitive instincts, and she had to press herself to remember that this lady actually was eating and drinking red wine up there! At least she had to withhold any of her major attacks until she had finished the wine… if she could stand the heat. Her own body trickled and glowed so intensely that she could feel sweat break out on her back and forehead, well aided by the heat from her lady's thighs and crotch.

Anne continued the gentle tongue flicking of the clit for a few minutes before she started her special penetrations. Very gently, so as not to disturb her lady's dining.

After a few more minutes she felt the frustration slowly creep in on her, as there was still no sign of intense pleasure in thighs and buttocks. Not even when she used the very best of her skills to fill her completely! Or when firmly stretched labia lips clamped tightly around the base of her tongue, as the tip played seductively around the entrance to her cervix!

Again she had to resist the temptation to launch a massive attack to break down those stubborn defences, as she had done so many times before.

The two women had been silent for a while; just enjoying their meal, but now they were chatting lightly again. When she focused a little she could recognise Rowena's low, musical voice.

"Anne here represents a completely new and exclusive brand of service girls that I came across in the staff of a very dear friend of mine. Nothing like I – and I might think you - ever experienced before. This lady is running a very versatile fitness business up in Mayo. If you're interested I'd be happy to put you in direct contact with her."

Then Anne could faintly hear Jill making some comment on Anne's performance so far, and something else that she couldn't quite catch.

"Yes," Rowena cut in and damped her voice almost to a whisper. "Maybe the most prominent difference is the way you can trust these girls. They really can take anything. You know… all you can give. When the mood hits you – or the sensual desire – you can just let it go! Just concentrate on the feelings and let your pent up passion be released… without any worries about getting messy or stained or anything like that."

"That's the greatest thing about it. I can tell you! And you can be sure that she loves it too. She's been taught to… and she's been selected because of her passion for it!"

These last words finally brought on the first prominent ripples of pleasure along the powerful thighs squeezing around her cheeks! The lady took a last, shaky sip of her wine, and then sank back with even heavier eyelids to bath in the heavenly feelings that flowed all over her body. She relaxed as much as she possibly could as she let the persistent arms hugging her buttocks push her gently against the miraculously skilled mouth.

She had been trying to play it cool for a while, not to expose herself as a plain amateur to her dear friend. But it certainly didn't take long for her to recognize and appreciate the fact that this service truly was beyond anything she had ever experienced before! Just like her friend had insisted… Something to safely and unpretentiously give in to, without any loss of pride or dignity.

And eventually – actually quite soon – she had to surrender totally to the excellence of the service. Another three minutes was all it took for her to reach one of the most powerful climaxes of her life. The last moments before her explosion, her head sank all the way back against the cushion of the elegant neck support as Rowena handed over a red silk napkin for her to cover her mouth. And that was about time! She had to press it hard against her lips to damp an uncontrollable scream that otherwise would have drawn everybody's attention to their table.

"Relax Jill," Rowena whispered as she put her arms around her shoulders. "just let it go! Give yourself over! Concentrate on your pleasure!!"

She had to help covering up Jill's face to muffle her second scream as a wild trembling shook her body. Her hips bucked violently as she shot a huge load of cum juice right into the hungry mouth down there. She had decided to trust Rowena's words, and relaxed all her bodily functions as the ecstasy overwhelmed her.

And Anne held her in a firm, steady grip, making her lips a tight seal over the gaping opening, joyfully drinking the sticky squirts of lady juices as they flowed at her. As she struggled to stay in position and keep up the intensity of her stimulation, she felt her own body overflow with the wonderful heat of submissive passion. This indescribable passion of sensing how her lady really took all possible pleasure from her effort…. Gave herself totally over! Shamelessly!

It started as a numbing glow in her belly and along her thighs - from the marrow of her bones out to the skin… and in again. Then it tightened to an almost painfully burning knot right under her pubic bone. She knew these feelings all too well, and tried to spread her legs and arch her back to somehow relieve the intensity a bit.

For a moment she was helped by the violent bouncing of the lady's pubic bone against her nose and cheeks, and the grasping hand that gripped a generous tuft of hair and pulled with unscrupulous force.

But then there was yet another suppressed scream, another flush of cum and pee into her mouth, and thighs locking like a clamp around her head… harder than ever…. in blind animal- like lust! She managed to stay in position though, keeping her seal tight and holding the trembling hips in a rigid grip… hanging on and gulping down the juices of the wild orgasmic eruption as its intense waves shattered the woman's body.

She was so close herself that one single careless movement on her part would be enough to tip her over the edge! With her entire body now numb with the uncontrollable glowing sensation, she spread her legs a bit further and tried not to make the woman's bouncing hips transmit down to any kind of stimulating movements in her own labia.

Exactly at the moment of defence breakdown - as she felt herself slipping irrevocably over the brink - the lady's orgasm finally subsided and her body started calming down. Just in time to let Anne get some kind of control of her own body. From the very brink of explosion… almost like a miracle!

It was a mixed feeling of triumph and disappointment as she managed to regain control, and the tight knot in her belly and almost laming numbness in arms and legs gradually started loosening up.

And then she could return her focus 100% on taking the fabulous Lady Johnson gently down the compassionate path into a sated state of sweet, relaxing afterglow…. brilliantly guided by a gentle tongue- massage soothingly caressing the wet folds at exactly the right places. Avoiding any oversensitive spots! Lips sucking in and drinking down the seeping after-flow of cum…. joyfully feasting on the last drops of pleasure elixir…

It hadn't been such a hard match after all… Not really. Patient, skilled work - and probably Rowena's hot comments - actually did the trick in almost no time at all! The gushes of pee also indicated that the lady was quite out of control during her orgasm. Normally a woman - even a lady among Jean's contacts - would be fairly reluctant about this, at least on the first date. No matter what her friend would have told her!

Maybe she had tried. Even tried quite hard, as far as she knew. But if that was the case, she had failed on a trunk- aching scale matching that of Jean, Carol and Mary… and all the others! And subsequently just further strengthened Anne's confidence in her own perfection.

But from the way they were chatting lazily together up there, she knew that Jill didn't look at it as a failure either. Just like the others. Just as being subjugated by a master, that's all! And not just any master….. Not this time!

Anne felt great! Another connoisseur had approved her talents with acclamation. Unconditionally! She found she needed this kind of confirmation of her talents almost like other girls of their looks!

And she realised that this woman – Jill - typically was the kind of lady that actually could orgasm joyfully in almost any hard working mouth. Take pleasure from any skilled tongue…. Who the lucky little one was, wasn't really important. Just the quality of her service!

But that was under normal conditions, if that could be the right expression for it! With all the service girls that didn't excel beyond the average. There were millions of details ensuring Anne that she had exceeded expectation by a huge load! The way the full thighs still squeezed limply around her cheeks. The small ripples in the lower belly. The discrete hand stroking her damp forehead with caressing fingers. The sound of the purring voice above…. interrupted every now and then by small, recuperative sighs.

A new source of glowing, submissive passion! The mind-blowing heat of the fact that she was nothing – absolutely nobody to this lady - until she had proved otherwise by using all her talents! Her full register! Crushing the arrogant posture of superior endurance and abandoned sophistication. Leaving her completely devastated, down to the core... inside out… skin and all!

And then she was everything! An undisputed talent and sexual power to reckon with, superior in her submissive performance, making an indelible impact on even the most spoiled of mistresses.

Ms. Johnson remained more or less laid back in her seat for another couple of minutes as she tried to catch up with her breathing. Between her legs Anne cared for her sensitive pussy with tender kisses and light patting with a small, soft napkin. Like usual, she felt completely in love with the person she had been allowed to give pleasure, and was more than ready to stay with her for the rest of the evening – or her life, for that matter. Only Rowena's soft call and persistent hand on her right arm brought her out of the transfixed state she was in, and reminded her about her next pleasurable duty.

With her own body and leaking pussy tingling with desire, she carefully moved to switch position, and resolutely crawled in between the welcoming thighs of her stern patron.

Although they had only met a few times, they knew each other so well that their intercourse was a perfectly balanced act of unconditional worship and lusty craving. Tongue gracefully sinking in deep, and being equally hungrily received by the impatiently awaiting and oh-so-loving pleasure channel. Right in… all the way to the bottom! Where it belonged. Like they were designed for each other from the very first moment!

Using this rough style that she knew this lady liked.

And she was not mistaken in what her lady wanted. Those wonderful thighs along her cheeks tensed appreciably, and she joyfully noticed how her mistress breathlessly cut mid- sentence in her admiring remark to her shattered friend. A reaction so impulsive that it made Jill involuntarily burst out in exhausted laughter for a short moment. A very short moment!

She didn't need more than a few seconds to regain her composure though, and with a grumpy look at her friend, Rowena continued enjoying the devoted service and her ice cream desert.

Soon the two ladies were chatting lightly and cosy again, and Anne could concentrate on finding the right level of stimulation for her fabulous dominatrix. She had experience enough to recognize that the cool appearance was hiding a trembling heat that could result in an uncontrolled explosion in no time if she didn't go quite easy on her. No wonder, really, keeping in mind the horny performance she had just witnessed. And the topic of their light conversation.

On the other hand, she clearly enjoyed a rougher and more aggressive touch, so finding the right rhythm and intensity wasn't as straight forward as some might think.

Jill sighed. "You're definitely right about these girls being exceptionally good! Much better than what I've experienced even with my favourite Cindy from the Lioness Club. I see I'll have to get in touch with your friend to check out things a little better. Ms. Alden, was it? Are all of her service girls as good as this one?"

"Well… I'm probably more honest if I say that I've seen a tremendous progress in performance. Just over the last half-year. It's hard to point a finger at specific details. Maybe you can say that their skills are improving first of all in the mental area. They seem to switch the focus gradually from a horny self- indulgent hunger to a controlled stimulation, more focused on the pleasure of their lady."

Rowena moaned and patted her lips with the napkin.

"I've followed the development with interest lately. I even volunteered for some of the trainee- classes as a client lady. First of all in order to be able to put in a few remarks about my own preferences. With the basic skills they've all developed, this mental aspect is all the more important. It helps making you as a client more receptive to the stimulation. Hornier, straight out! It's amazing how that full service can make you feel! Ohhh…"

Her belly convulsed deliciously as the tongue made a few powerful flicks over the rock hard clit.

"But I have to admit that Anne here is crème de la crème! Actually way ahead of the others! The way she can…. fill you up! Physically and mentally! Make you feel like a real woman… uuugghhhh!

Rowena pushed her desert away. No more wine either. This was just impossible to take much longer. Even for her! If she didn't want to make a complete fool of herself in front of her associate, she would have to concentrate more on controlling her glowing body. The passionate game they had been playing had affected her much more than she thought. In fact, she felt the ecstasy creeping in on her already!

Anne sensed it too. Just a light wiggle with her tongue was enough to send intense ripples up and down the length of the thighs squeezed tightly around her cheeks. The woman was totally in her power. Talk about the tongue being more powerful than the sword!

Jill reached out and caressed Rowena's neck as she saw her breathing getting heavier. Her full tits rose and fell with growing intensity under her deep- cut blouse, making her jacket slip all the way open and wrinkle up in between Anne's arms behind her lower back. She knew exactly the kind of feelings that were racing through that body at the moment.

And Rowena knew she knew. And she recalled what Jean had made a major point out of back in her training classes, that there was nothing wrong about giving oneself over to a service of such superb quality. Nothing wrong at all!

On top of that Jill's understanding caress clearly told her that she could let go. Freely. Joyfully. Without any restraints. Just be a full woman. A free woman!

As Rowena stiffened and squeezed her head backwards against the cushion, it was Jill's turn to use a handful of napkins to try to help stifle the yell of passion. The table shook from the woman's violent trembling as the primitive forces took over and blew her mind empty of everything but the bliss of unparalleled pleasure. The all- consuming orgasm! At exactly the right moment that miraculous tongue had penetrated her right to the bottom, and she felt her pussy clamp down on it as the cramps hit her. With the tongue captured in a crushing grip, she felt the girl squeeze her mouth even harder against her, as the upper lip stimulated the base of her clit with murderously efficient wiggles.

At the moment the love- channel squeeze transformed into wild, milking convulsions, the girl withdrew her tongue to immediately receive several powerful squirts of hot pussy juice. She gulped it down with practised ease as she at the same time managed to maintain the intense rubbing of the clit with her lips. Then the tongue filled her up again! Powerful as a piston. Like only this girl could do it!

Through the haze of sexual delirium she sensed how the girl tightened the grip around her trashing hips. Jill almost strangled her with her napkins in an attempt to stifle the next howl of untamed passion.

She managed somehow, and just a muffed, very strained groan could be heard as she shot another load of juice and piss against the back of Anne's deep throat.

Her hips bounced so wildly that at one point Anne's head hit the table plate from underneath with just enough force for Rowena's glass to be knocked over and the remaining wine spill on the cloth.

That bounce again saved Anne from losing control of her own burning passion. The experience of being able to provide so much pleasure made it almost impossible to stand against the effect of her own run-away hormone levels. Just the slightest kind of stimulation of her own dripping pussy would have made her blow off like a firecracker! For the rest of the evening!!

But she just had to control it, somehow. Stand against it with all her strength! Like a good service- girl should. And she was the best! The best ever !!

The waiter didn't show up until things had calmed down a bit, and Rowena had the chance to at least catch her breath somehow. With his swift and effective movements, he placed a smaller cloth with the same colour over the middle of the table, elegantly covering the wet spot of red wine. And then he dissolved into the air again.

Rowena sighed deeply. She wanted to make another comment on Anne's performance, but was interrupted by her friend.

"This is just amazing. When I'm serviced on a bed or in an ordinary couch, it feels kind of humiliating and degrading, lying there spread eagled and all that. Vulnerable, somehow. Like the weak woman I've been striving hard all my life not to be. I hate that!"

She shook her head with an annoyed expression to underscore the last words.

"This position is much better though, almost perfect, in fact! Especially with an exceptional girl like your Anne! Then you can really say you're on top of things!!"

Rowena nodded as she worked herself a little up in her chair. "Touché! It's all a matter of feeling right. Feeling good!" She laughed wearily. "And let's not forget that we're still completely dry and clean. Just a little bit wrinkled. No worries about getting stained and messy. Not with this polished diamond!"

Rowena sighed and looked down at the beautiful face still buried deeply in her sated pussy. When she whispered her name, Anne's blissfully closed eyes flipped open to meet hers through the curls of the wiry pubic bush.

And when she nodded slightly in her friend's direction, the gorgeous eyes immediately switched over on her.

One single look was enough to know what was wanted from her.

Jill still held a napkin against her pussy, but her hand had started a movement that unmistakably revealed that she needed attention again. In spite of her thunderous orgasm just a little while ago! Simply from the heat of the action!

Anne reluctantly worked her face free of the soaked pussy. She gave the predator- like lips a final kiss before she put one of the napkins over it. Then she looked up at her mistress with a shy smile and a whispering "I love you" before she crawled back in under the table.

A moment later Jill's blissful sigh indicated that she had got in position for another session of heart- melting service.

Then coffee was served.

It was a warm evening, and temperature was high even inside in their hidden alcove. A sheen of perspiration made the ladies' faces and necks glow magically in the flicking light of the candles. The waiter had switched on an almost completely silent fan in the ceiling, but with the heat of the action that didn't seem to make much of a difference so far.

As afternoon turned into late evening, Anne dutifully crawled back and forth between the two overheated ladies, strictly determined to keep on going until they could take no more. To see them satisfied at last. The two of them obviously had had similar dinner arrangements before, and had expected to have their discussion in the relaxed mood they were used to. But again Anne had made a fundamental difference. One to leave a lasting impression… How a perfect service could be provided and experienced.

When they finally lay powerless and exhausted all over their seats, and Anne had been allowed to go to the bathroom to freshen up, they had to laugh as they realized that they actually hadn't touched on their business agenda at all…

The next morning, Ms. Sommers was on the work desk phone. Anne was a little surprised to get a call like this directly from one of the clients. Sitting right here between her colleagues!

But the date that evening was already agreed on, so she expected it to be some kind of practical things about that.

Apparently it was.

"Anne, my dear… I can call you Anne, can't I?"

She sounded a little breathless, like she had been rushing to get to the phone.

"OK. I actually have a request for tonight. As I told you the last time we met, I finished my business here last night, quite successfully, I might add! And I'm calling you to ask if it would be OK with you if I brought along a person very close to me? A very nice girl? If I make sure you get properly introduced?"

Now it was Anne's turn to get a little breathless. For a moment she didn't know what to say or how to say it.

"I know it may be a lot to ask. And of course it's different from what we agreed on earlier. I know! But I actually figured – from the impression I got from our meeting last week - that you would be just the person to handle it. If anybody at all, then you!! And of course I'll be very liberal in terms of any kind of compensation necessary to help you get any arising practical things arranged!"

Anne regained her composure somehow, and took a few deep breaths. Then she almost whispered her response.

"Well… Ms. Sommers… there certainly are no practical problems as such. More that I was totally unprepared!"

She held in for a moment… then decided she had a good reason to be asking.

"Could I ask who this girl is? If I may be so straight forward?"

Now there was a moment of silence at the other end.

"Of course, darling! Why not? It's Lana, my daughter!"

Chap. 14. – Introducing Lana

Anne was in the fashionable reception at Excelsivor at seven sharp. On Ms. Sommers' request she had dressed much more conservative than at their first meeting. She had selected her most formal secretary suit, one especially chosen for her by her goddess Jean the day she started her part- time job. She sported a dark grey knee length textured skirt and jacket, a white blouse with a thin golden chain which hung smartly from the opening. Golden brown middle high- heeled shoes with matching colour on handbag and belt completed the enchanting image.

She had to admit she felt a little ridiculous every time she dressed this way, but on the other hand it was no doubt that she had better start getting used to it. It would be an important part of her role as a perfect service girl for the type of clients that formed Jean's prime target group. The service girl that could do anything to perfection!

And conservative was definitely a key word in Ms. Sommers' vocabulary as well. Anne's heart almost skipped a beat as the lady appeared out of the elevator at the opposite side, accompanied by a young, very good-looking girl.

She could see them gesticulate for a moment, and then stop to look around. The older woman soon spotted her, and the two of them started walking over on high, clicking heels. It was a huge roomy reception area with marble pillars, glass ceilings and walls, and enormous chandeliers with twisted sculptures hanging down from silvery sparkling wires. All of this amplified the clicking of the approaching heels to a loud, 'packed' sounding echo that added to the almost cathedral- like acoustic of the place. Until it was abruptly broken as the two approaching women suddenly stepped onto the soft carpet at the reception lounge.

Anne rose to hug and kiss her new clients. Ms. Sommers' perfume was as exciting and ladylike as ever, heavy and sweet somehow, in complete contrast to Anne's gentle aroma. As she had grown used to the scent of the maturity that was filling her life these days, it was almost like a shock to be in close contact with a person – a body and personality - of just a little more than her own age. Different posture, different movements, different scents. Sure she had a lot of 'ordinary' girlfriends with whom she was quite close on a daily basis. But in this setting it was different! All completely different!

Ms. Sommers had a grey, conservative suit with thin vertical stripes in a little lighter grey tone. She wore her jacket, which was the same tone as her suit with the buttons fastened down over a thin white shirt and a discreet tie. The effect did very little to conceal the shapely swell of her mature breasts and Anne wondered if that was her intention. The skirt reached to her knees, and sat perfectly over her hips and bottom. Belt, handbag and arm ring had matching nuances of brown, and the high- healed shoes finished it all off with a deep brown- reddish colour. She used a light read almost pinkish rouge on her cheeks, a colour that even matched that of the rim of her glasses. The glasses made her eyes look even bigger and prettier than last time.

Like at their first meeting she had her hair set up in her voluminous curly fashion, with stray lock elegantly hanging down in her neck and forehead.

The young girl at her side had quite a differently appearance. She wore a light cotton skirt and summer jacket with a light- red pinkish tee shirt underneath. She had her mother's blond hair colour, but had it sleekly hanging down on her shoulders with a part in the front. Even her eyes had the same deep- brown colour. Her skin was incredibly soft and quite tanned, revealing her as a person who also cared a lot about her appearance.

"Anne dear. This is my dear daughter Lana. Lana, this is Anne Thornton, the girl I've told you so much about."

The girl looked at her with a friendly but slightly critical expression on her face. Like she really wasn't sure about what she saw. Not even the slightest sign of nervousness or uncertainty in eyes or body language! Just some kind of a somewhat bored politeness.

Her mother broke in before the situation got embarrassing.

"I thought we could sit down a little and have a small chat before we do anything else."

She waved a hand elegantly over her shoulder. "I reserved a table here in the corner for a lemonade or a beer or whatever you'd like, if it's OK with you!?"

"Fine" the two girls answered at exactly the same moment. The small giggling eased the tension a bit as they moved over to the table. On the way they came out on the marble floor, and the intense clicking of heels immediately filled Anne's ears again. The cathedral effect was almost a little disturbing. After all this definitely wasn't a monastery reception!!

"By the way!" Ms. Sommers smiled at Anne, "I never presented myself properly to you, dear. My name is Lauren, and I hope you don't mind calling me that from now on. OK?!"

Anne just nodded and smiled back. "Of course… Lauren!"

They came over to a discrete table at the corner. Lauren and her daughter sat down on one side and Anne opposite to them.

The two girls each had a coke. Anne noted that Ms. Sommers ordered some kind of brandy for herself. It didn't show in any way, but Anne still sensed that the lady probably was a little nervous after all.

"I know you've met Bridget Ellisby. She is a very good friend of mine, and she actually was the one to tip me of Ms. Alden's concept in the first place. And she never misses an oportunity to tell me that I owe her for that one!" Lauren smiled knowingly as she crossed her legs with an elegant movement.

"I must say that Ms. Alden's strategy of using the jungle drums to spread the word of her business has been extraordinary successful. Cheap and extremely efficient, right?!?" Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"And girls like you make it all happen. You and your young girlfriends make her a very wealthy woman!"

Ann froze for a moment as she understood what the woman was getting at. She said it with a voice and a body language that took some of the 'edge' out of it, though. More like she wanted to remind her about what she actually was getting herself involved in. Still she felt they had been talking this thoroughly through during their first meeting, so there really shouldn't be any reason to bring it up on a broad basis again now. And especially not if she was planning to involve her daughter in one way or another.

Then the woman straightened up a little bit before she continued.

"Our first meeting together last week got me thinking. I could see the frankness in your eyes that told me that you were serious about what you're doing. I like to think that I can judge these things quite well after so many years in my business. So, as far as I'm concerned, you're not in any way exploited or pressed into any of this. Not more than usual I mean. We all have to do something to strive and survive, don't we?"

She smiled warmly, and then looked over at her daughter.

"Lana here is 21. I love her very much, and would like to do anything in order to help her do the right things in her life."

Immediately the girl jumped up against her.

"Mum please ! Don't start that again. You told me this was going to be a pleasant surprise, not another one of your lectures!"

Lauren raised her hands.

"Don't worry. I know what we've been talking about. I'm getting to the point right away!"

She turned back to Anne.

"Please forgive me if I'm being to straight forward with you, but I'd like to make my intentions very clear to both of you.

I have been enjoying the service of young girls for many years. I've seen how easily you can affect them with some appropriate taste, style and elegancy… by being a classy lady. Men seem to go for the innocent youth in women. My kind of young girls are looking for safety and guidance - confidence, mental strength and authority. That ignites the flame of sexuality that makes them drawn towards the people who represent all of this. Warm, strong, grown up female bodies, dressed in stockings, garter belts, straps, lacy underskirts and panties, skirts, shirts, elegant belts, arm rings, ear rings, perfume… everything! Everything that makes a lady a classy lady!"

She threw a short glance over at Lana again.

"My daughter is definitely not one of these girls."

The girl had been waiting for the opportunity to raise her voice against her mother again, but the last remark made her sit back with a small nod. She looked over at Anne.

"I don't know what she's actually getting at, but I like men – boys. I mean…. Boys!"

"She certainly does. She is nearly insatiable!" her mother laughed, caressing her fair locks with her hand.

"Now! That actually brings us to the problem – or should I say challenge – that I'm facing as a mother. I have been able to build quite a prosperous business all of my own after I divorced. I have serious plans for my daughter in this business, and I really wouldn't like to see those plans ruined or even harmed by the hot- blooded temper of this little strumpet of mine."

Again the girl rose to protest, and again the lady managed to calm her down with her next remark.

"So, consequently, I would like to find a solution where we can make sure that she has all of this… all that she wants." She looked over at Anne with a snug smile. "With her sexual appetite satisfied, she can handle her love affairs in a much better and controlled way. And that's where our dear little friend here comes in."

Lana looked back and forth between the two.

"I… I thought I just told you that I'm really not a lesbian. I said I like boys !"

Lauren laughed and took another sip of her small brandy.

"I should know that by now, don't you think?"

She bent forward slightly.

What I want you to do is to try my way of calming my nerves. To try the service of a girl like Anne! That gives you exactly what you want, the opportunity to enjoy the best from the two worlds!"

The girl still didn't get it.

"But… but… I don't want…"

"Please Lana! To say it in straight terms; All I'm asking is for you to open your mind and your legs to Anne, and just give it a try. Nobody's asking you to do anything more than that!! I guarantee you'll not regret it once you've tried it."

Again she took a deep breath and continued before her daughter managed to speak up.

"We've been through this a lot of times, and I know exactly how sceptical you are. But the difference between you and me is that I do it for my personal enjoyment, and feel happy about that. Very happy, as you know! You can do it to cool down your temper, while you at the same time go after your favourite boys. Get it?"

Lana obviously wasn't convinced, and mother and daughter argued strongly for a while with Anne listening and sipping her coke. Things hadn't come out the way she had expected at all. A 'standard' service session for a wealthy and attractive lady seemed to turn in to some kind of an introduction lecture for this young girl. If this proceeded the way the lady wanted, she would face not just a girl of almost her own age, but one that wasn't even sure if she would go for it. That had definitely not been the problem up until now!

But it soon became clear to her that the girl actually was a little curious about the whole thing… that it wasn't really a completely new thought presented to her for the first time this evening. Anne knew from her own experience how difficult it is to talk a young girl into something that she doesn't want to go along with at all. Especially if it is something sexual. And especially if it's done by someone's mother!!

When Lana looked over and met here eyes after her mother's last monologue, Anne knew she had accepted. Her look reflected a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, and almost none of the defiance she displayed just a moment ago. She definitely had an erotic curiosity about it. Obviously! Otherwise she would never even consider trying something like that. Never ! She was ready!

Anne wasn't sure if she was too happy with it though. Her attraction definitely was to more mature women. She knew from the bottom of her heart… now more than ever. The taste, style and… superiority of a real lady. And she had the distinct feeling that such a lady couldn't be less than in her late thirties. That was just the way it was! Still there was no doubt in her mind that she could see it through… that she wanted to do it. It was a new experience of course. But then again – and that was the absolute most important thing – there was the challenge of breaking in another 'victim'. Crush her defences, and make her surrender unconditionally to her own sexual rapture! Like she had done to all the other ladies she had met.

Once again someone was in for a devastating lecture in real top quality service!

A small round mahogany table with a bottle of champagne on ice and tree glasses was the first thing to welcome them inside the suite. On the breakfast table over at the balcony door there was a huge decoration of fresh flowers. In an alcove to the side, an enormous four- poster was the dominating part. The room was completed by a corner section in shiny black leather and oak. And even here an impressive chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. That obviously was a kind of governing idea in this place.

The champagne was already opened, and Lauren proceeded to pour it, using a white folded napkin like the most experienced waiter. When Anne clicked the glass with the two of them and put it to her lips, she realized that it must have been opened just minutes before they came upstairs. It was wonderfully cool and refreshing after the somewhat flat and lukewarm coke.

They stood for a moment without saying a word, just enjoying the flavour of their sparkling drink. Then the lady went over to sit down on the leather couch. Looking up at Anne, she patted her hand on the leather beside her. As the girl sat down beside her, she put a loving arm around her shoulder. Lana was motioned towards the broad single chair opposite to them.

Lauren swept down the rest of her champagne and put the glass on the solid table.

"Well, my lovelies!" she smiled, "I have to admit that I am quite looking forward for tonight's experiments, so please bear over with me if I should be a little impatient!"

She started paying with Anne's locks with well- manicured fingers.

"Now, from what I've heard, and the impression I got during our meeting, you're the best of the best. And that's exactly what I want. For me and for my daughter!"

She turned back to Lana. The girl sat with crossed legs, still with the glass in her hand.

"Are you ready my dear? Do you think you can go through with it?"

The girl's hand trembled. For the first time her cheeks got red. First lightly… the purple red! She looked down into her glass. Stiffly.

"I know it's difficult," Lauren cut in to break the silence, "and I have something that I think can make it easier. Let's try that."

The woman opened her handbag. With a steady hand she picked up and unfolded a black piece of cloth and held it up.

"A sleeping mask!" she smiled at them. "For intercontinental flights. I use them quite often. And this one I saved especially for this occasion!

She held it up in front of Anne.

"Here, feel if!"

Anne reached out and caressed the silky material. Her scepticism was slowly giving way to a slowly rising passion as she immediately realised the purpose of the somewhat strange looking piece of material. Suddenly she wasn't so relaxed any more. Her heart started its familiar heavy pounding in her chest. The kind of hammering that told her that her entire system was tuning in for ultimate performance.

"Anne, I want you to put this on… at least now in the beginning. It is all to make things easier. Easier for Lana. Easier for you. This is her first time, remember?"

She looked deeply into her eyes.

"Think you can do it?"

Of course she could do it! It really did make things easier… for her too.

"Yes… I think so."

"Excellent! Remember, it's for making things a little easier. That's all! Not for hiding anything or making you feel unsure or unsafe in any way, right?"

"Sure!"

So, once again she found her self on her knees, crawling in between the thighs of a horny woman. This time it was quite much more of a challenge though. She made sure to seek out a route between the iron legs under the glass plated table before she got her blindfold on. Still she felt quite unsure about the direction at the time when she expected to be out on the opposite side, and nuzzling against the girls knees. And sure enough she raised her head a little too early and hit the edge of the plate. Not hard, but terribly clumsy! Sore trunk!

Then she felt that oh-so-familiar scent and heat of soft skin in front of her. As she moved slightly further, her nose touched on to a knee, making the girl jump almost unnoticeably at the contact. She had expected her to still keep her knees tightly closed, and was surprised to find them separated exactly enough for her to drive them further apart by her gentle inward push.

The uncertainty was still there though. And some meek signs of defiance. As Anne let her head slide painstakingly slowly further in between, the thighs kept squeezing and then relaxing around her cheeks. At one point her progress was even interrupted by a persistent finger on her forehead. But then she slipped out of vision under the edge of the girl's light cotton skirt, and was met by that intoxicating fragrant of horny woman! A little different, but still completely unmistakingly! She was still slightly defiant and unsure all right, but she wanted it. And she wanted it desperately!

Anne could sense that there probably were no panties to separate her from her final goal. Another signal to show that she really had expected to go through with it, already before they even met. Still, as she closed in, she decided to make a final test. It would have to be, because her own passion grew so strong she wasn't able to hold herself back much longer. She stopped her movement completely, and even sent a vague signal to retract ever so slightly. Just to see. It took a few seconds, but then it came! That little, impatient movement in the hips. The movement forward. To meet the desired touch. Like getting in a better position to be more receptive. The very confirmation Anne felt she needed to keep up her own excitement for the task at hand. Although her advance had never been rejected by anybody so far, she still would feel terrible if that should ever happen.

A breath- taking heat flushed through her body as she continued onward to collect her prize. The uncertainty she had felt was all gone, and she had the same wonderful feeling that she would have with any of her demanding senior ladies. Age obviously made a difference in many areas, but clearly not in that area! She let her hands slide up to the girl's waist under the skirt to hold around her with caressive fingers. The skin under her fingertips trembled lightly as the hips made another little bounce to urge her on.

The silky thighs kept up their caressive squeeze onto her cheeks as she pouted her lips to meet the soft opening with a first welcome kiss. The body jumped again at the first contact, and the legs gave way just slightly to allow for a firmer and even more stimulating contact. The light movement of well trained muscles in thighs and waist made Anne so hot she could eat her alive! An appearance advocating fitness, eagerness and enormous hidden passion.

She let her lips run caressively over the pussy lips in front of her, seeking out the contours and crannies and familiarizing herself with this new and slightly different source of pleasure. Looking for the grooves around her clit, the right place to start the advance with her experienced tongue.

And the girl was obviously anticipating something like this. Anne sensed how the pussy lips responded, tensely tracing her every movement and caress. Then the lips slipped apart to drench her own lips in sweet wetness as the pubic bone vigorously pressed against her with growing anticipation.

This sweet pussy definitely was ready. As she finally let her tongue start sliding lazily up and down the length of the tiny inner lips, she quickly had to seal her lips over the opening to prevent rivulets of juice to drip down onto the inside of the girl's skirt. Even with her extensive training she almost missed it!

It was wonderful! Thrilling! And yet so strange in a way. This girl was just a little bit older than herself. Still the experience of her was quite different from the others.

"How does it feel, darling?" Ms. Sommer's voice drifted into her mind from somewhere far away.

Again the girl over her jumped, and she felt the thighs tense around her cheeks again, probably from sheer embarrassment this time…

"Good… oh good… fine!" she stuttered, putting her hand down on Anne's forehead in an instinctive move to push her away. To cover up her blatant arousal to her mother. Somehow.

But the push never came. As Anne snaked her speared tongue into the groove at her clit, the girl shivered again and hardly even tried to hold back a deep sigh.

"Would you feel better if I left you alone for a little while?" her mother asked, sensing her daughters discomfort about being watched this way.

No answer. Not a word in response. And what on earth should she say? Lana knew that her mother did this for her. This time she really did it for her. Of course she also wanted to protect her reputation by avoiding that her daughter got herself pregnant from roaming freely around with her cavorting hormone levels. But still. She had talked to her so much about this. Oral service. How it could calm you down to face any challenge. Prepare you for any ordeal, harsh or boring. And plainly how wonderful it was. Building a passion so intense it could burn your soul and make you kill with your bare hands!

And that's the way it was! Each caress, each movement of that miraculous tongue lifted her higher on this cloud of passion. Filled her body with numbing heat. Heat so intense it made her fingers trickle, cheeks and lips tremble, and her strained muscles ripple all over her body.

She moaned again. Tried to meet her mother's gaze. Gasped as that tongue hit an extra sensitive spot.

She wanted her to leave them alone. She certainly did. But if she was right about what she had said, she should try to get used to the idea of enjoying sexual pleasure in the presence of others. At least with someone as close as her mother!

She collected all her strength and looked up at her. "No…" she said. "It's OK… ohhhh yes.. OK…"

Those eyes looking at her were a mirror of love, approval and passion. Genuine involvement in her joy. More than she had felt it in a long, long time.

She decided she really wanted to try to go through with it with her mother watching. This crazy sleeping mask stunt really made it easier. Really! Having to deal with Anne's gaze as well would be completely unbearable!

She would try to sit back and enjoy. Put it all in the capable hands… and mouth… of this magnificent girl. The best surprise her mother had given her in a very long time… Just let herself drift further into this wonderful world of passion. Completely relaxed and receptive…

Anne felt more and more in control, in spite of the darn mask covering her eyes. She knew the game quite well by now and this girl – being younger and more inexperience – was already very easy to 'read' to Anne's well trained senses. She felt the thighs relaxing completely around her cheeks. That typical way of trying to play it cool and at the same time fully 'taste' and 'devour' the sensations running throughout her body from these first strokes of masterful stimulation.

But already as she did the first somewhat firmer tongue flicks right under the base of the clit, she could feel those thighs jerk lustily along her cheeks. And then the entire hip region gradually tensed, totally compromising the girl's faint attempts to withstand the effect of the patient work. A rapidly increasing effect. And then this light trembling again… almost unnoticeable, but always the same joy to Anne's service girl instincts. Trembles like a trickling through the girl's entire body!

It was always the same pleasure to discover that she had another one of her 'victims' fully in her power. And there was no doubt that she could tip this one over the edge anytime she would like to. Carefully she tightened her grip around the hips and made another few flicks over the base of the clit, sensing the body tense even more as the stimulation took immediate effect.

Another minute of this intensive stimulation had the girl trembling and gasping beautifully. Ms. Sommers felt her own heart racing as she witnessed her daughter's introduction to the pleasures of her utmost favourite service first hand. It was even more delightful than she had imagined. How beautiful she looked in her joy; in her sexual rapture. The sweetest of angels! The one angel of hers that deserved all the best that life could provide. And in her opinion there was nothing like the feeling that waved throughout her body right this moment. Nothing!

Overwhelmed by her own feeling of love and compassion, she got up from the couch and rounded the glass table in three steps to sit down onto the broad armrest at her darling daughter's side. Lovingly she put her arm around her shoulder while she used the other one to stroke her cheek and hair with gentle fingers.

Again Lana felt a sting of shame and shyness. Laying right under her mother's eyes like this. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus completely on the sensations massaging her brain. And quite soon the feelings got hold of her once again, despite the shyness and uncertainty. And her mother's attention added dramatically to it. Dramatically!

A glowing knot slowly built in her belly and started spreading even slower into her thighs and even into her arms. As it reached her chest she had to gasp breathlessly and squeeze her head back against her mother's arm. She lay almost motionless like that for maybe half a minute as the feelings grew to a raging fire and took full control. Her body was completely on its own, joyfully jerking and spasming in response to the overwhelming stimulation. And she just let it happen… let it float, listening to her mother's whispering advices. The knot in her belly grew to an almost painful cramp, so intense that her breath stuck and teeth gritted as she tried to cope with the burning intensity… somehow.

And then the orgasm hit her!

Like a punch in the stomach! Blowing her away like a leaf in the wind!

She felt her mother grasp her shoulder and neck as her body stiffened and she let out a pitched scream. Almost like a little child. Completely out of control! The thighs brutally clamped in on the head between them. A powerful shiver from head to toe. The girl's hands roamed down to grasp the head in a crushing grip and squeeze it up against the bouncing pubic bone.

"Yes darling… yes," her mother kept whispering into her ear; "Just let go… Just let it flow… feel the pleasure… feel it!" She kissed her passionately on the cheek. "Learn what pleasure is all about… what it can do to your life! If you just open your body and mind to it!!"

The girl's hips kept on trashing all over the couch until a new wave of ecstasy made her body stiffen again. Anne struggled to hang on the best she could, keeping her well- trained focus on the continuous stimulation of the base of the clit. This girl was what she had got used to categorise as a urethra- type. The kind of woman who came hardest when stimulated right under the base of the clit instead of direct tongue flicks over it. And she hadn't made one single one of her deadly top flicks still. Hadn't been necessary at all. And the youngster had to be cooled down a lot still before she would consider her deadly deep penetrations at all!

Anne went to finish her off by a powerful series of flicks slightly higher, almost touching the shaft of the clit, producing waves of intense shudders through the body over her. Lana now had one hand behind her head and the other hand grasping her mother's arm as she again squeezed her head back and gritted her teeth. Ms. Sommers had slipped her butt down off the armrest and was on her knees holding her daughter's head and neck as she kept up a fierce rain of loving kisses all over her face.

Suddenly the hand behind Anne's head let go and at the next moment was at her forehead, holding a moment, then briskly pushing her away from the pleasure source. It happened so fast that Anne almost lost her balance, and she had to let go of the girl's hips to avoid falling. As she swayed back to regain her balance, she kicked her head painfully into the edge of the glass table again. Much harder this time. The sting made her crouch down on her haunches for a moment with a silent curse. Not so much because of the pain. That wasn't so bad after all. But she had been too slow in adjusting her stimulation down to a build-down intensity. The tickling sensation had been much too strong for the girl to stand. And such a thing was nothing but a massive failure. Her sole purpose was to cause pleasure, not discomfort… All the way. If she hadn't had her kind of self confidence, she would have felt terrible, sitting there rejected and blindfolded with pussy juice seeping out of the corner of her mouth. Instead she again felt this awesome mixture of challenge and heat. She would be doing better than this… just you wait and see!

Lana was completely empty. Drained of every last quark of energy. Through the haze of exhaustion she sensed her mother wiping the thin layer of perspiration from her forehead with a lovely perfumed tissue. She saw this entirely different kind of glow in her eyes. This look of compassion as genuine as she had never noticed before.

She lay like this for a moment looking up into her mother's eyes, letting the discovery of these fantastic sensations, this new and completely different way of life, sink home in her mind. Then the wetness between her legs started to feel a bit chilly and uncomfortable. As she started working herself back up into a sitting position to find something to cover up with, they both recalled that dear Anne was still down there.

The girl was sitting in her crouched position, her hair hanging down covering her face, one hand rubbing the back of her head where it had hit the table. Ms. Sommers felt a sting of guilt as she saw the way they had left her, and turned around to more or less crawl on her knee over to her with her tits swaying under her elegant blouse. Reaching out to hand one of her tissues to her daughter, she lifted Anne's face, swept the blindfold over her head, and used another tissue to start wiping her face dry. Another fat drop of pussy juice seeped out of the corner of the girl's mouth as she peered and blinked her eyes to get used to the light again.

"Are you OK darling?!?" she whispered looking at her with a concerned expression on her face as she dried away the shiny liquid from her cheek.

Anne shook her head lightly and smiled back at her. "I'm fine, thank you." Then her voice went down to a faint whisper. "I just couldn't do the last part right."

"Nonsense my dear!" the woman whispered back with a broad smile. "You did great. I know how good you are! I've been told a million times! Don't worry. This just goes to show how different we all are. You're just not used to people being as sensitive as she is, that's all." The lady shifted her position slightly to sit on her haunches. "Don't let that discourage you. You know Jean would tell you that this is just another challenge on your way to absolute perfection!" She chuckled. "Isn't that a great way of putting it?!?"

Anne smiled back reassured. As she had actually felt from their very first meeting. And quite determined not to make that mistake once again. Was there a difference in sensitivity between older and younger women? Or was it just that it was completely new to this girl? After all her other clients had all been ladies well familiar with this rather special style of life. It was useful to try to remember that from time to time. But she had to be more careful, no matter what…

In her mind she already prepared for the next round. Just some recovery. Then building new trust again. Trust that she could find the right level of stimulation for all situations. And that was what she knew best. Better than anybody …

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…

Chapter 16. – Turbulence

Carol was crying.

To Anne it was a sight so upsetting that she felt her whole world rocked… and left her trembling all over. It was a completely new situation; possibly the confirmation of some of her worst fears. She found it hard to even imagine that it shouldn’t have something to do with her relationship with Jean. The way their differences deepened it was almost bound to break out in open conflict at some point. Anne had witnessed it with deep concern, and had no idea what to do about it. The very idea that the two of them – her most beloved mistresses – would drift apart in enmity and possibly even hatred to each other was just too much to bear. It would be like seeing her parents split up. No… perhaps much worse!

She had grown so used to having the two of them around; two raving beacons - two powerful, passionate and voracious forces in her wonderful life; setting things right with their natural authority, and supporting and encouraging her in her efforts to improve skills and mental aptitudes as a person as well as a service girl. And now that guiding force suddenly looked like it would break down. Or at least change substantially, never to be the same again; right before her very eyes.

How on earth would she be able to live with something like that?

It all started like so many times before. Jean was out of office, and Carol had been spending an hour or so in the demonstration lounge hosting a session with a very promising client, using Sandra as the service girl. The little blonde had shown remarkable progress in the deep-penetration training, and was already making great impressions with her regular clients, although her skills still didn’t get even close to those of Anne. Even though Jean had encouraged the use of younger trainees in such demonstrations, Carol preferred the predictability of the more experienced girls.

As usual the action had created a substantial itch in her ever-needy pussy, and she went out to find Anne for a quickie to calm her nerves before the next appointments. She found her in the back- end bathroom, showering and cleaning up after an overnight visit to one of the latest clients.

They didn’t even take time to fall into each other’s arms before Carol was down on the bed with the skirt around her waist, spreading widely for that sensational mouth, the one and only - capable of sucking her off to a violent orgasm within minutes, no matter what, where or when. She took her pleasure with a frustrated impatience that even surprised Anne… with a stiffness and tension about her that was so different from her usual cat- like softness; the softness that Anne enjoyed so much.

Only at the moment of ecstasy did she become her old self for a moment, cumming sharp and well- defined, holding Anne’s head like a vice and twisting brazenly about all over the sheets as she lived through the sensational bliss with elated senses.

It was when Carol finally rose back up and wiped her forehead with a crumpled handkerchief that Anne really noticed the difference. Sitting up like that, she suddenly kind of sank together, letting her hair spill down to cover her face. Then her shoulders started shaking, first almost inconspicuously, then more distinctly until a stunned Anne realized that she was really crying. Anne had been in the usual state of bliss which always swept her after a session with one of her favourite mistresses, half lying on the floor in front of the bed, enjoying the unparalleled taste of lady orgasm on her lips. But now she was yanked back to reality with such shocking force that she felt as if she was run down by a twenty-wagon freight train.

She had always seen Jean and Carol almost like goddesses, high up on their pedestals, looking down at their empires of mortal people like herself with a condescension bordering to arrogance - an arrogance they could afford because of their monumental personalities. It was as natural a part of them as the expensive suits they wore. And even though she knew it wasn’t quite so, Anne had adjusted her metal image of the two mistresses in that they were assertive enough to take anything – really anything - without problems. Just like that; showing even in real life the personal strength and power that she felt so intensely on the emotional level. Like a slave to her mistress.

Now, the wonderful lady looked thoroughly debunked, almost like a lost child; naked in a way. Shockingly stripped of all of the things that made her supreme and illustrious… almost down to someone asking for her pity.

An impossible notion! She could worship her, crawl at her feet, kiss the tip of her shoes and beg to be allowed to drink her very liquid orgasms. But she couldn’t feel pity for her. No darn way! That would cause her something like a full mental meltdown; the total demolition of her newfound life perceptions, the world that Carol and Jean had opened up to her. The mere thought was enough to fill her heart with despair.

But now she was here, sitting right in front of Anne - sunk together with her face hidden behind the rich cascade of almost black hair. Crying like a baby! And Anne just had to face it – had to deal with it - one way or the other. There was no way around it. But how could she handle it? How to handle something as outrageous as this?

Anne picked up one of her convenience napkins with a shaking hand and hurriedly wiped her own face. Then she reluctantly leaned over to carefully put her arm around her mistress’ shoulder. Even though it was not totally unexpected, she jumped as the woman slipped over to rest her head against her neck. Her shoulders shook as she let herself completely loose and literarily cried her heart out. Anne held her tight for a long while as all kinds of emotions rushed through her. From extreme disappointment, to rage against Jean, and then everything form existential panic to irrational desires to protest against the entire world.

To Anne’s relief, the time it took for Carol to calm down was apparently well worth it. All of a sudden she seemed to come around and lift her head off of Anne’s shoulder. Using her hand to sweep her full hair over her head and back to her neck, she gratefully accepted one of Anne’s napkins to clean up a bit and blow her nose. Like a little child…

“Thanks Anne… You’re an angel.” Again a loud sniffle, and a few blinks of the eyelashes to clear her vision. Then a meek smile; “What on earth would I do without you?”

Anne heard this all the time, but she knew that for once it meant more than just an empty saying. All of a sudden she was needed for comforting on an entirely different level. And she was deeply involved in the conflict between Carol and Jean almost before she actually knew what hit her. As she moved closer and kissed the woman’s damp cheek she realized that there was no way she would be able to continue her balance between the two women, those energetic poles of overpowering magnetism.

Feeling desolate, the woman continued to pour her heart out; verbally now; all those things about Jean. How they started out as the best of friends. How she noticed that thing she thought of as some kind of jealousy, although quite inconspicuous in the beginning. And how everything escalated into what ended in this more or less open conflict from the very moment Anne entered the scene. Up until now Carol had felt confident about getting to some kind of terms with Jean – no matter how difficult - finding a set of unspoken rules that they could move according to, and then build some kind of mutual trust from there. But during these last few weeks the truth had slowly crept in on her. Not only was it clear to her that things would never improve from Jean’s side, but she gradually became aware of her own feelings towards Jean too. She hated her! Straight up! At least that was how she felt about it.

Anne listened quietly, getting more and more upset by the minute. How could a wonderful woman like her very own Jean – her eternal mistress and goddess – be like this? And, even worse, could it be true what Carol told her, now matter how indirect, that it was because of her? More or less all because of her? First of all because she entered the scene and kind of ripped the picture of summer breeze- idyll? Not that she felt she was blamed in any way; on the contrary, she felt with every last nerve of her body that Carol had loved her from the first moment she saw her. And not because of her special skills only. She had assured her a million times, but it was first of all the gut feeling that told Anne that she was honest about it.

“Carol, dear… I know what you need. Why don’t you just report sick today, and we go to your house. There you can relax, and we can talk it over more freely than down here. What do you say?”

Carol looked at her with those huge, wet eyes, again looking more like a helpless child than the authoritative mistress she had learned to know and to love. She had, somehow, put herself onto a ‘level’ that all of a sudden felt almost equal to that of Anne herself. Kind of stepped down among those normal, highly mortal people that Anne considered herself a part of. Even in a dream world like this. Of course it was all just an emotional thing – and had always been - but Anne felt the change in every nerve of her body; like it was a significant –a really major – change in her life; the first time she felt more or less equal to a superior mistress!

So they left, together, leaving a message with Alison at the front desk that Carol felt unwell. Anne went to stay with her the whole day, and even the whole night afterwards, doing her best to nurse her back to her old self again. The need certainly was on the mental level this time - no doubt about that - even though her physical needs were taken care of as well, of course. And as always with a quality and enthusiasm beyond anything that could be expected from any ‘normal’ service girl.

As Carol made a huge pot of tea, she continued to lay out her feelings to Anne. From what she heard, it was clear to the girl that she was definitely to be blamed herself – at least partly; or… maybe not. Actually she had done exactly what was expected of her. Just that she was too enthusiastic about it! Her keen hunger for pussy in general, and her immediate lust for Carol’s voluptuous body especially, made it very easy – exceptionally easy – to follow the program with full focus, devouring the lady with insatiable hunger and drinking her bursting orgasms with blissful abandon. Nobody could expect her to know and understand the edge between the two women; that ominous edge that sharpened drastically as Anne entered the scene with her infamous skills and spellbinding submissive temperament. On the contrary; Anne expected things to be better as she harnessed her skills and dove headlong into submissive audacity. Without seeing, observing or knowing anything else around her, except the delight of the unparalleled match between desire and duty. Yet, the fact that Carol was special to her from the very first moment she saw her, never sounded the alarm bells with her. Not even when she got to notice the tension between them. She was slightly worried about it, sure enough, but never thought that it had anything to do with her.

And this was exactly what she told Carol between generous mouthfuls of leaking pussy juice as they had calmed down a bit and got down to discuss the matters properly. Probably the most extraordinary serious discussion Anne had ever had. Amazingly, the lady was able to enjoy the girl’s expert oral service even in a situation like this; The only difference being that her mind seemed to drift off every now and then, making her lose focus on her partner’s expert titillations at times; until Anne would bring her back to attention with some powerful flicks or a full penetration with her amazing tongue.

“So you really think you could love me just as much as Jean?” The lady asked with a slightly hoarse voice as she recovered from a particularly powerful orgasm.

“Mmmmm yes… You were special from the first time I saw you.” Anne lifted her head for a moment to smile up at her. “I have to admit I was most fascinated about that awesome butt of yours. You know… the way you wore your skirt at the first sit-in lecture I attended. That completely blew me away!”

Carol smiled with sparkles of satisfaction in her eyes. Then, she drifted off for a few seconds before ‘retuning’ once again; ”And, did you like the concept of face sitting? The way we do it with the special chairs, I mean. Did that appeal to you as much as we hoped it would? Honestly?”

“Oh yes… yes. It did” Anne let the tip of her tongue slip back in between the soft pussy lips and slide deferentially back and forth over the entrance to the vagina. “And that actually always worked best with you!”

Carol sighed in excitement from the frankness of the sweet compliment. “And why is that?”

“I – I really don’t know”. Then, after thinking for a moment; “It probably has something to do with the shape of your butt again… you know; the almost audacious femininity of it… Of all of you, comes to that!”

Anne let her hands slide lovingly along the soft skin of the lady’s thighs and down to cup the magnificent globes with elated fingers. Kind of underscoring the point she had just made.

The woman’s smile broadened, and Anne immediately recognized the fire in her eyes that indicated that she was slowly coming along to build for another pleasure ride. Then, she drifted away again for a moment before focusing on the youngster nesting between her thighs.

“So you really think that we could build a good love. I mean… a real relationship? Be like partners?”

Anne looked up again, a bit confused; “But how about your family? Your husband? The children? You’re married, aren’t you?”

Carol was silent for a moment. More dim sparkles, now of apprehension – almost fear – in those heavenly brown eyes. Then she smiled almost languorously; “Well… you know… I was thinking – You know; my husband is working and travelling a lot. And the children are still small…” She held in for a moment. Then it came; “Actually I thought we could have like an affair when he’s not there. That pretty much means most of the time, you know.” She swallowed. “How’s that to you?”

Anne hesitated. What on earth should she say to something like this? As the woman saw her reluctance, she hurriedly added; “You know; we can be together all the time… practically… you and me! Together here in this house. Make love at the pool, in my bedroom, in the lodge up in Wenger, wherever you want; and as much as you want. You know I’ll always be ready… Ooohhh… for you!”

Anne’s tongue filled her up completely - as only she could do – in a kind of unspoken appreciation of the woman’s offer; and also as a way of escaping the call for an immediate response. It was still kind of impossible for her to give a clear answer. Was that really what she wanted? Wasn’t it like playing second violin to some man who apparently didn’t care much about the lady she adored so much? If that was the way it really was? Come to think of it she never met and never knew anything about this husband of hers. For the obvious reason that she didn’t want to know! Just the thought of some man invading the territory she worshipped like a holy shrine, was almost intolerable to her.

No, she didn’t even want to think about it! She wanted to push such decisions as far away as possible, at least for now. She focused on worshipping the temple of passion to shuddering ecstasy right away, starting her slow, rhythmic series of full penetrations the way she knew her lover liked it most.

In just a few minutes she had her lady’s pubic bone labouring sturdily against her hard working mouth, forgetting all worries and negative vibrations as she rushed towards another thunderous climax. It hit her with its usual ferocious rage, leaving her screaming wildly as she spurted her elated passion down Anne’s most receptive throat; this time with just a limited amount of the pungent part coming along with it.

The emotional unease clearly transformed into a sexual energy stronger than usual even for this lady’s libido. On numerous occasions Anne had been explained how the lifestyle itself created a mounting and almost insatiable drive that had made her and the other ladies addicted to the exquisite service provided by their beloved service girls. She stunned even Anne by needing just a short let-down soothing by her love-drenched tongue before she came to trembling life once again, craving her unstinting service more ardently than ever. Normally these kinds of problems – exactly these kinds of problems – would be a serious turn- off for any kind of sexual desire. Existential crises and major worries is definitely not the ideal basis for a heart-bursting orgasm! Still, somehow it wasn’t a surprise that a woman like Carol could handle it. Obviously a result of this lifestyle- imposed addiction. Who else could do something like it?

Three more times the lady erupted in her mouth as evening turned into night out in the real world. Carol had stopped talking and was lying silent in deep thoughts as Anne gently and very carefully lapped her through the lengthening periods of recovery. As she fell asleep from total exhaustion sometimes in the early morning, Anne lay beside her for a while, just looking at her magnificent features before she drifted off herself. Her desire for the woman’s body - and for the joyful passion with which she took her pleasure – was stronger than ever; especially now, as she had rebuilt some of her old strength. But somehow the sting in her heart was there to stay, no matter what. Some fundamental things could never be fully rebuilt. The woman’s role as the invulnerable mistress – the queen of queens - was gone… inexorably… forever.

It was a shock that Anne needed some time to absorb. The full meaning of it kind of impacted over the next few days. The strange emptiness inside; the feeling that something very important was missing. Almost as if somebody close to her had passed away. Carol was there, of course, and she continued her work as before. But her whole appearance had changed. It was something in her eyes. Those beautiful, bedazzling eyes. When they met with hers, they had a different glow about them. A kind of warmth - compassion perhaps - a nearness she hadn’t noticed before. Or maybe it was there earlier too… just differently; entirely different from what she had learned to know and to love since they first met at that fantastic sit-in lecture up in Mayo.

Yes! Come to think of it; it was the same glow as before. The very same one. Anne realized that she was the one who had changed. Anne herself. Abruptly! She just experienced the same thing totally differently. All of it. All of her. She didn’t see the strong desire any more… the consummating passion that was like a trigger button to her own libido. Or that was what she thought, at least. Because that wasn’t actually true either. It was all there, just as strong as before. It was in her eyes, and it definitely was in her body as well. During Jean’s absence, they both gradually rebuilt the old Carol by slinking away for short, but extraordinary intense love sessions where Anne would dedicate herself to the pussy worship with a ferocity that almost astonished her. Almost as if they had met for the first time. That magnificently shaped ass, and the way it moved, had the same effect as before, it ignited a fire that could only be put out by their mutual orgasms. No matter how quick. No matter how hidden. A pleasure that kept up a sweet glow in both of them.

But some fundamental things were different, and stayed different. First of all there was the thing of total bliss. Anne discovered she suddenly disliked that Carol almost always emptied most of her bladder into her mouth as she came. That was a kind of understanding they had reached early on, since it helped her relax and made her orgasms better. Anne never actually enjoyed it, but it literarily drowned in the passion of the submissive service; in the senseless fervour of bringing about the massive eruptions this lady always had. Burster or not. Any sacrifice to increase the intensity of this goddess’ pleasure was worth it. Any! So now, as it first occurred to her, she just tried to push it away – to forget it. Just drink it the same way she was drinking in the submissive passion of serving her unconditionally at all times. Embrace it with an insatiable throat, instead of fighting it, as she had done from the very first time they were together alone up in Mayo. It worked for a little while, but then she realized that even in that respect their relationship had changed forever, and there was no way to change back again.

Secondly there was Jean. The one and only Jean Alden; the woman who started it all. The beautiful mistress who had been the ultimate goal of her meticulous efforts ever since the very first class of hers back in school. The beacon of eternal passion and submission. What about her? Had something changed in the relationship with her?

Again the few days of serious thinking brought on a new and very unpleasant realization. Things had changed a lot! She didn’t come for Anne’s services as often as before. And when she came, it was all much quicker and more impatient than it used to be. The endless evenings of insanely passionate oral service were seemingly gone for ever. Those wonderful evenings they used to have back in Anne’s old flat; the place where her nosy parents kept trying to find out what was going on. No; things had changed a lot indeed! It was just that things had been so busy in her new life as the prime service girl that she hadn’t actually noticed. She was consummated – completely drunk, so to say – by the heated femininity surrounding her at all times; all those warm and trembling thighs embracing her head, the blissful wetness of tongue- craving pussies against her lips, the trembling sighs and heated shrieks of passion from above; it all dimmed her senses in a way that made her more or less oblivious to the more substantial things going on around her.

Come to think of it, the realization had been creeping in on her over quite some time, actually. From time to time even in those very early days of submissive bliss. Possibly even from the fist times she met Carol. How could a single event like that – just meeting some other person – make such a tremendous difference in her life? But then again she had to remember that it was all a part of – and even an important step further into – this fantastic new world of sexual submission that had been such a perfect match with her hidden dreams and fantasies. Not exactly another everyday event!

Anne was still thinking about all the different problems that seemed to mount ahead as she left for her first ‘field visit’ with one of the new clients, Ms. Davies. For the first time in a long time she wasn’t looking particularly forward for another bout of service. This lady was just extraordinary slow, to say the least. The two first introduction sessions – the first with Julia and the second with herself – had been terrible. The woman had been stiff and helpless and almost impossible to approach at all. Completely different from the other clients she’d met so far. And still she had both the maturity and the beauty it took to fit in nicely with the concept. Earlier in her ‘career’ she would have seen it as a tremendous challenge to get under the skin – literarily – and melt the ice enough to make her understand that she’s perfectly ready for their kind of service. Now it was nothing but annoying to have to sort of drag her out from her hide, in a way, and start all over from the absolute scratch! Anyway, here she was, and this was another task that would require the best of her professionalism.

Ms. Davies had asked for a meeting in the Tacot Grove Hotel at the opposite side of Kamachooga Bay at 7, and as usual Anne was there exactly on time. She was pleased to see that the woman seemed to be a little more relaxed this time, and she had even dressed a little more confidently, and immediately looked much more appealing. She wasn’t the business suite- type of lady at all. Not the usual kind of executive appearance. This time she had dressed in jacket and skirt, however, and – as usual – this immediately made her look more like Anne’s kind of lady. The Jacket was in a dark, almost marine- blue colour, and the skirt was a darker greyish, and looked almost like some kind of tweed- material. Not the most successful combination to the girl’s taste. On top of it all she wore a greenish top underneath which didn’t match either with the jacket or with the otherwise beautiful necklace. Still it was far better than the boring housewife- kind of habits she’d been wearing the first couple of times over at Wesner. Maybe the most important progress was the unmistakable smell of Lucci Minet that filled her senses when they hugged and kissed. That definitely was class, after all!

Ms. Davies was a dark blonde lady of about 35 and something, with shoulder-long and curly hair in some typical dyed dresser- style. The suit she wore now definitely did some more justice to her figure than at the sessions back at Wesner, although even this one hid whatever qualities she might have like in a contourless shield of indifference. Anne’s initial scan of her as she rose to greet and cheek- kiss, left her with an imperceptible feeling that there might be more underneath that dress than meet the eye. That she didn’t have the confidence to flaunt her stuff was obvious, but could there be a way to lure her out of her hide? No matter how dark the initial prospect? The first sight had given her impulses enough to arouse at least a little bit of curiosity.

The woman still had this stiffness about her when she was touched, but it was much less prominent, and didn’t feel like such an insurmountable obstacle to good intimacy any more. Maybe she could be one of the ladies after all?

Still, it was better to get it over with as soon as possible, so she could focus on what she felt was the most important problems at hand. Just enjoy the service she would provide for this lady too. Make her feel as good as possible, no matter how much she would pull back and kind of defy her well-intended pleasuring efforts.

They got seated at the table, and Anne started to be nervous that she would be the one to have to get the conversation going as well. For a short moment it really looked like that too, but then the lady kind of pulled herself together and looked her straight into the eyes; that also something she hadn’t really seen with her before.

“Ms. Thornton… Anne” she started, swallowing a huge lump in her throat before she continued, “I asked about this meeting, because I felt that you’re the only one who can help me to really get through with this.” Her eyes flicked down and she gazed at her nervous hands as she continued “But you have no idea how hard it is for me!”

“Please call me Anne, Ms. Davis. Remember that I’m here to help and to serve. You’re the lady. And I…” Anne stopped. It hit her that this was no time for some hooker- like monologue about how she could make her feel like a real lady and these sorts of things.

“Yes… yes, of course. I know!” There was almost like a touch of panic in her eyes. She jumped lightly as the waiter appeared at their side. “Would you like something to drink?” she stammered.

“Yes please… how about a straight Martini?”

The woman ordered her own drink and tried to look confidently into her eyes. A stance she definitely wasn’t able to hold, at least not yet. She cleared her throat and swallowed deeply once again;

“You know, I’ve talk to several of the people who’s been using Ms. Alden’s services for quite some time already.” She held in for a moment and coughed again. “In the beginning I felt like this definitely wasn’t something for me… not at all, actually!” Another moment of breathless silence. Anne waited. Actually she started to get a bit curious about what point the woman was getting at.

Ms. Davis kept staring down on her hands. “So…” A sigh… “So… I – I decided to forget about it!”

Her hands started trembling and she jumped again as Anne gently put her own hands over them. The girl waited another few seconds before she took over to help her on.

“But now we’re here together” she smiled softly, bending down slightly to try capturing her eyes as she went. “I know this is difficult. It’s a very personal and emotional thing. I hope you don’t think you’re the only one who finds it difficult to get started with.” The last remark was a bluff. Practically all the other ladies had handled this first meetings without any problems whatsoever. But Ms. Davis didn’t know that!

“You don’t have to explain anything Miss. I’m just glad that you decided to meet me, and I’ll do anything I can to help make this a positive and useful experience, something you really won’t regret.”

The woman looked relieved, but still nervous. She had grasped Anne’s hands and held them firmly in her own. She concentrated for a few seconds, and then her eyes flicked up to face her partner’s with something that looked like new strength.

“Thank you… you’re very understanding. I know now why Ms. Alden picked you for this meeting. You are so relaxing that I even get the feeling that I could actually go through with it…”

That was a corner to start working at. A declaration of confidence that really helped set things so that she could manoeuvre more freely. In just some ten minutes of light chatting, the woman was so relaxed that Anne thought she could even recognize some almost imperceptible signals of arousal. Her self confidence mounted onto new levels. This was really not a simple case! Couldn’t she even spot something that might look like curiosity in those – now suddenly sparkling - green eyes? Or were they actually grey- greenish?

“So… Anne, how do you like your – should I say job – with Ms. Alden? Is she a good boss?”

The woman’s hands had stopped shaking, and now laid calmly over hers. She still had the same kind of stiffness about her though.

“Oh yes, she is. She introduced me to the lifestyle and the people I know today, and I never regretted it one second. Actually the happiness I feel to day is all thanks to her.”

“Amazing. So you really like the lifestyle. I mean… really!

“Yes… of course. If not, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

Silence. The new sparkle in those indeterminable eyes grew more prominent as they gazed – still with a slight touch of uncertainty – back at Anne. The sexual heat was suddenly all but radiating against her. It made her own body come to life as well, although she was a little annoyed that all of her new client seemed to have such a hard time believing that she really enjoyed what she did. Why wasn’t she able to get that message better through? Was there something with her body language?

The woman looked even more relaxed though. Comforted undoubtedly even by the frankness of her answer.

“So you enjoy… uh… doing… using … uh…”

“Yes, I do!” Anne almost had to laugh. “It’s the best thing I can do. Ms. Alden can explain these things to you better than I can. She’s kind of a chief ideologist in this. For me I guess it’s got something to do with the awesome power of abandoned submission. It’s like a kind of hunger. I love it immensely!”

Once again the woman was silent for a moment. Not looking so off- guarded as expected though. Still, the concept of pussy licking didn’t come easy to her, that was for sure. No wonder the demonstration hours at Wesner ended without any ‘close contact’…

Anne decided to see if it was possible to get things on the move. After all the lady had asked for the meeting; “I’d be most delighted to be allowed to introduce you to the joy of it. I think you’re very beautiful, so you don’t have to worry about that part at all!”

Ms. Davies swallowed hard and really looked like struggling to give an audible response. “And… uh… what’s in it for you? I mean… what do you get out of it… uh…”

Anne had to suppress a sigh. She knew it was important to take time to explain her feelings about this, but sometimes it was a bit hard on her patience. But another short glance at her companion somehow told her that it was worth it this time too.

“To me and the other young girls in the group this is a realization of fantasies and dreams we’ve had almost since childhood. It springs from a keen desire for submissive servitude paired with a strong passion for pussy worship. It’s hard to explain for someone who doesn’t have that desire, but there’s nothing like the feeling of giving pleasure to a woman you find sexually attractive. There’s something magic about using your mouth and tongue to give her joy, and feel the responses in her body as you play out your full register of techniques on her. And then when she has her orgasm in your mouth, and her thighs embrace you in ecstatic pleasure…; there’s absolutely nothing like it! “

The woman shrugged. She remained silent, but Anne thought she could se a faint touch of aversion on her face. Enough to know that she definitely wasn’t a lesbian; no insight into that side of what she was exploring. The only thing to find out yet was if she was open to the touch that they could offer at all. At least it should be clear that Anne was ready for whatever she was ready for. She had never – never ever – been so direct in her description of the finer things of her pussy worship life. Not to a new client, that is.

The heat from a minute back was almost totally gone. The woman had returned to her former placidity, again staring nervously down at her hands. Anne decided it was time to make some bold moves to find out how far she could expect to get. There was a fine line between hosting well and wasting time!

Once again she gently put her hands over her partner’s. And once again she jumped slightly at her touch.

“Ms. Davies; may I suggest that we go to your room and try to find out what we are ready to do? You do have a room here, don’t you?”

The woman’s eyes flicked up at her and they stared breathlessly at each others for a few seconds. Then there was a meek nod. “Yes… yes I have.” Then the woman shook her head lightly in another attempt to get grip. Suddenly she smiled back almost confidently. “Yes, let’s go. It’s better to talk in privacy about this, don’t you think?”

“Definitely, Ms. Davies!”

The room was spacious and elegant, not as huge as the ones she had been used to with some of her wealthier clients, but still excellent for the case at hand. It had a broad bed, a little corner section and an open door with calmly flickering curtains out to a marble- floored balcony. It was a warm and quiet evening, and the setting sun mirrored romantically in the waters across the bay. It was strange to see it from this side. Most of the resort hotels were at the beach side at the Kamachooga Club and the Oyster Market. Over here the coast line was rugged and steep, and not very inviting to swimmers or surfers and the like. But it was a perfect place to introduce a new lady to the pleasures of Anne’s talents!

On the way up Anne had managed to convince her partner that nothing would happen unless she wanted it herself. That was the only way to move forward. No seduction scene to make things too embarrassing to handle for her. This had calmed her down to an extent where Anne started to sense a touch of the erotic tension she had managed to create a little while downstairs.

Just the fact that the woman had reserved a room was a clear indication that she had left the possibilities open for something. That she really was serious about trying to get this started somehow. Anne figured that it had been recommended to her time and time again as the right way for her to get on with other parts of her life as well. That was something Jean had hinted the first time she had mentioned her as a possible client. What had happened to her to make her so afraid to step forward? Show the world what she’s got? Anne knew it was deeply unfair, but for just s split second she thought she had to be a divorcee with such a tied-up attitude, such clamp- legged prudence! Who could live with someone like that…

So, to find out what this something was, Anne decided to take another bold step. One that would also make it perfectly clear to the lady that she was in for any treatment she felt she would be able to handle. As they entered, she took the woman by the hand and moved her lips close to her ear;

“Why don’t you take off your panties miss? I mean… nothing happens and nothing can be seen.” She held in a moment to let the meaning of her words sink in. As she felt the body stiffen noticeably, she added;

“It makes things easier if we should decide to do something, and… it’s important to me… to get the right mood. In fact it’s very important to me!”

Anne made one step away as she let her absorb her words, waiting for what kind of reaction they might provoke. The lady trembled lightly, and she really raised her eyes to look over at her.

“Really?... Is that s – so?” she stuttered breathlessly.

Anne nodded.

Ms. Davies still stood in the same position, with her side against Anne. Her entire posture showed how her mind worked to decide how to respond. Then she once again shook her head lightly as to clear her mind.

“Okay… uh, of course…”

She turned further away from Anne in a kind of shy self-protective stance as she started reaching up under her skirt. As she lifted it enough to reach the waistband of her panties, Anne was delighted to get a glimpse of a set of very sexy looking stockings held up by black garterbelt straps. As the skirt momentarily slipped up high, the creamy skin of the butt made a breathtakingly erotic background to them. That also revealed the actual contour of that magnificent bum. Anne immediately noticed the extraordinary well-moulded shape of it. Much hotter than she had expected; clearly suppressed by the impression left by her otherwise rather greyish personality. Then the panties swished down stiffly, letting the skirt down with it to cover up the glimpse of erotic femininity again. Back in place, that skirt had an incredible way of suppressing any trace of the sexy lines of her body. Once again reducing her to this invisible grey mouse. But Anne had noticed, and her heart had started beating in unmistakable desire. It struck her that this definitely may not be such a waist of time after all.

The lady stuffed her panties into her handbag, and then started roaming around in there, seemingly searching for something else. Anne already read her mind so well that she recognized is as a helpless way to avoid facing her again after such a ‘bold’ act. Gently she stepped forward and put her hand on her arm. As usual the woman jumped as she was touched, and then swirled around so suddenly they almost kicked their foreheads together. That again caused her to step back defiantly, so Anne had to grab her arms to prevent her from falling backwards all over the table of the corner section behind her.

Suddenly they stood close, face to face, feeling each other’s warm breath as their struggle to stay upright transformed into an almost dance- like wiggling back and forth. Anne held her there just a few seconds longer than necessary for her to get full control. Then – before the woman could get embarrassed or shy, she elegantly let one hand go, and turned to the side with the other one sneaking down around her waist. With a light push in her back they were on the move out to the balcony, strolling like a couple in love, until they reached the classic- styled marble rail and felt the warm breeze against their faces. There Anne used a gentle hand on her upper arm to guide her around to face her. The caressive draft played with the woman’s hair and made the locks fall down into her eyes. Behind her the last glowing slice of the sun dove below the horizon and left a beautiful rain of deep red ocean reflections frame her partner’s head and shoulders. Oh yes, there was something to this lady that had to be discovered. No grey mouse could look as beautiful as this, not even in this kind of scenery.

“Here, Ms. Davies, let me take your jacket and get us a drink. I prefer bourbon!” she told her as she proceeded to slip the jacket off her shoulder. Before the woman could think of a reaction, it was off her shoulders and down on her arms, and Anne was half way around her to get it all off. She left her with her confused expression as she went in to the little bar and got the bottle and glasses she had spotted as they came in. One of them had a few droplets inside, so she knew that the lady had had a few drinks to freshen up even before she vent down to their meeting.

She folded the jacked elegantly over a chair before she poured the glasses and brought them along with the bottle out to her partner, still waiting out in the glitter of the sunset. The short- sleeved greenish top she wore under the jacket wasn’t blowing her away either, but it definitely was another small step in the right direction. Although it was a little too large to Anne’s taste, it suggested a couple of quite nice and firm tits in there. Tits that would be fully visible if she could just find some excuse to pull that top close to her waist, somehow.

The woman took the glass without a word, and almost spilled some drops as she hurriedly raised it to Anne’s before she proceeded to sweep it down. Anne followed her example, more to keep her company than because she needed it. The alcohol scorched like fire down her throat and drove tears to her eyes as she turned to replenish. Anything to make things easier to the lady.

The next one lasted a bit longer. It was clear that the first downer helped quite a bit. They leaned back to the rail to enjoy the last stages of the sunset. Nothing much was said as they both admired the silent fireworks of colours over the vast surface of the bay. But the some of the earlier mood was back in the air – definitely. She could feel it in every nerve of her body. Time was up to grab the moment. She had to be careful and patient, but there was otherwise no reason to wait.

Alas, as to stick to her own conclusions, Anne turned and put her hand gently on her client’s upper arm.

“You know what, Ms. Davies? I think you’re ready for some tenderness. I really thing you are.”

“Do you?” The woman got some of this hopelessly lost expression on her face again.

“Yes I do. Should I pour you another drink?”

“Yes please!” Then a moment of silence as some more of the golden liquid caressed the shiny glass. “Call me Catherine, will you?”