Dressed in a skimpy bikini, I wandered around the big bedroom doing my self-assigned chores, glancing almost compulsively in the direction of the massage table every now and then. Brief as my garb was, I still had more on than the two women over there. Both of them were stark naked.
Just a peek once in a while was enough to keep me aroused; all that ravishing female flesh! Stretched out on the table, Amanda's mature body rippled voluptuously under the massaging hands. But it was the other one, of course, that drew, my attention. Fleur was so beautiful! And just as voluptuous in her own way, a charming pixie dedicated to the joys of sex. Every time those bright green eyes of hers sought me out – even casually – I shivered and almost came unglued in rapturous response. It was because of her that I stayed here in the bedroom on the pretense of performing chores, swishing a feather duster around. I just wanted to be near her. And anyway, now that the idea of working as her assistant had lost its oppressive aspect, I was anxious to demonstrate my compliance in advance, already looking forward to the eventual transition. So a bit of voluntary maid-service had its points.
But it wasn't her pixie charm or emerald eyes that kept me all stirred up; nor was even that sexy little figure really – except for one specific part. Not that I wouldn't have been glad to kiss those lovely tits or suck that dark-thatched dewy cunt. Anytime! But nothing could compare to the thing I adored most, the part of her body that had made me its enthralled captive. I had fallen in love with Fleur's ass…
A flush burned my face. In love with her ass, imagine! Awash in my own embarrassment, I turned away and refused to look anymore, crawling into a shell. I even stopped listening to their conversation, interesting as it had been – all about the party they were planning, a lesbian orgy, no doubt, interesting indeed! But the more sultry details had already been disposed of and now they were discussing the tail end of the guest list, just names mostly, names which meant comparatively little to me. So it was no hardship to duck into my own private shell for a while, no loss other than the lost vision of that soft and shapely bare bottom.
Even so, I was still helpless against intrusive memories, a messy litter of bits and pieces bouncing around in my mind, all sharp thorns and jagged edges. Painful to contemplate. And yet exquisitely pleasurable even in retrospect! I let the recollection carry me away, succumbing all over again to each and every enticement, watching myself wallow grotesquely in the steamy quagmire of my love. Such a unique and precedented kind of love, so lewd, so luridly submissive…
Somehow it never seemed very lurid at the time, though. Just beautiful, mostly. Like the night she dozed off on my bed. Amanda was out, attending a small snob-type soiree that didn't include the hired help. Which was just fine for Fleur and me, giving us hours of uninterrupted privacy together. But we both got drowsy at last, quieting down for a little catnap.
I awoke first, checking the clock and realizing sadly that our tryst was nearing its end. With the boss-lady due home soon, my beloved little sexpot would have to be up and around to greet her, to serve her, to help her undress – and perhaps to lull her to sleep in sweet lesbian fashion. All part of the job. So anymore catnapping was now a luxury we could no longer afford. Time to rise and shine. But nobody likes to be jolted awake; why not do it with tender loving care?
Resting on one elbow, I nuzzled into the nape of Fleur's neck, a kiss of reconnaissance, probing the depth of her slumber. She lay motionless, face down, her head half-buried in the pillow. Slowly, almost at a leisurely pace, I turned the kiss into a trail of soft-lipped caresses down her spinal column. Her body stirred in somnolent response, evidently about to come alive; one leg twitched and inched away from the other, broadening the gap between them. The movement was like an unconscious invitation, boosting my ardor to a breathless peak. Excitement churned thick and hot within me, becoming a problem as I struggled to hold myself in check.
Until that, moment I wasn't sure how I'd go about waking her tip. Or how I'd finish, rather. But now I knew only too well, cued in by this inviting position of hers. Or was it just my own desire that led me on? No matter. I lavished a flurry of open-mouthed kisses upon each dimpled buttock. And then, unable to stem my rising impatience, I burrowed tongue-first into the dark gully – and into the deepening darkness beyond…
"Mmm. Darling! More kiss-ass?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do I really have to wake up?"
"Afraid so. I did it as gently as…"
"You're an angel. Thanks."
"I-I don't feel very angelic."
"Don't you? No, I suppose not. Angels don't go around sticking their, tongue up assholes, do they? Oh shit, I'm awake now, wide awake and hot to trot. Let's try something new, baby. I mean if we're going to play kiss-ass…"
She moved abruptly – out from under my kiss and then up on her knees, tossing a leg over and nudging me onto my back beneath her. I obeyed her prodding without protest, too dazed to resist. And then she sank down upon my head, the flexuous ass-cheeks spreading and settling in a thickly fluid motion, her flesh molding itself snugly to every dip and rise of my facial features. I suffered in a kind of delirious ecstasy, straining desperately to bear her weight without smothering to death.
It wasn't easy. But I had sufficient motivation to see me through, her body claiming and clutching my tongue in a series of convulsive muscular contractions, a sensation that eclipsed discomfort and transcended danger. The tight channel was sucking again, kissing me back like a pouty little mouth – and wasn't it a joy, an unadulterated joy to feel my elongated tongue sucked up into the hot fleshy vacuum of her divinely precious asshole?
Bits and pieces! Like the time I went down on Amanda and ran into trouble. It wasn't my fault. She must have been tired that night, too tired for a quick orgasm. I didn't know that though, assuming only that a slow one was best; anyway, I luxuriated in the musky essence of her cunt, seeking to lose myself in its spell. She lay back and held on to me with both hands, practically stuffing my face into the humid flesh. It seemed like hours. And at last I realized that a crisis of sorts was in the making, a crisis without a climax. I redoubled my efforts then, using all of my resources, all the energy and enthusiasm and technical skill at my command, determined to drive her over the brink.
That did it. The boss-lady loosed a loud groan and her body lurched into a climactic spasm, grinding up against the pressure of my strenuously bobbing head. After a while her hands relented and returned me to freedom, an act of emancipation that didn't come a moment too soon. I gulped a breath of fresh air, gingerly conscious of my aching jaws and raw tongue. And yet I couldn't help feeling a touch of pride, aware that only my newly acquired technique – coupled with, the vitality of youth – could have turned the trick. I rated a gold medal for this one. Or at least an appreciative word of praise, a well-merited commendation.
"Amanda?"
"Ummm…"
"Was it good?"
"We'll talk about it tomorrow. G'night, kid."
"Please tell me. How did I do?"
"You've got to know right now, eh? Oh hell, what can I tell you? As a matter of fact, you were pretty lousy. But you're young yet. You'll learn. Now haul your little fanny out of here and let me sleep, will you?"
Shocked, dejected, discouraged, utterly crestfallen, I picked up my shortie nightgown and slunk out. Once away from her, I was stricken by a numbing sense of outrage. Fleur's room was just down the hall, the door slightly ajar; I knocked and entered and suddenly found myself teetering on the verge of hysteria.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Clad in a pajama-top, Fleur was seated upon her bed. "Hey, you're shaking! You're all upset. What happened to you?"
I tried to speak but couldn't clear my clogged throat. Then the cork blew and my bottled-up emotions burst free, a sob of rage, a wail of shame – even a few tears, all but blinding me. Only I wasn't too blind to see the concern on my friend's sweet face, all sympathy and tenderness. Nor could I miss the provocatively costumed beauty of her body, an awesome sight, demanding unblurred vision and more specifically focused attention. And somehow, blessedly, the entire sum and substance of my displeasure seemed almost trivial, hardly more than a childish tantrum.
"Darling?" She smiled, opening her arms.
It was a picture worth a thousand words. I tumbled headlong into her embrace. We kissed. And then – as if the thought had struck us both simultaneously – she rolled over on her belly and I slid down lower in bed. Again we kissed, a rather different kiss now, but that lewdly intimate nook of her body was no less luscious than her lips – and I drifted into a transport of love, offering lingual homage to her adorable little asshole in a silent eloquence.
Well, no, not quite silent. I could hear my own noises, just barely audible but exciting beyond belief, the vaguely remote whisper of flesh upon wet flesh, a coy lisp of a sound, loaded with seductive innuendo. It was steeped in hot succulence, the aphrodisiac slither of a lesbian tongue in action, a sound drenched in scent and dripping with sex. But it still had only one meaning, of course, crude but unmistakable – like the subtitles on a foreign film – one simple meaning to cover a multitude of sins: I had fallen in hue with her ass…
There were more bits and pieces, but my reverie had just been cut short. I was being summoned. Dropping the feather duster, I scurried over to the massage table, almost giving in to the impulse to perform a little curtsy for the boss-lady. But I was still a guest in the house, not a servant. Not yet, anyway.
"You want me, Amanda?"
"Yes, dear. Just to fill you in. This party we're having – there'll be a neighbor of yours invited. Someone from your neck of the woods, the Springfield area."
"Oh? I-I'd rather not get involved…"
"Don't worry, you're safe. Besides, this one isn't the sort of person who would harm anybody. Just the opposite, in fact. She likes getting pushed around, the meek type, you know? Her name is Estelle Kincaid, in case you're interested. And while you're under no obligation, I do think you might enjoy a bit of fun with her – even if it's only a little teasing."
"Okay. I'll try."
"Good girl. Hmm. Now that I've interrupted your work…"
"Yes? Something I can do for you?"
"Uh-huh. A few kisses maybe, hmm? Nothing too intimate though, don't get in Fleur's way. I'm sure you understand."
I nodded enthusiastically, glad to join in. Especially since it brought me right up close to my beloved friend. Just being near her like this was a kind of crazy thrill, frustrating but certainly not dull. So near and yet so far!
But thrill or not, there was a duty to be done. I bent my head and began kissing Amanda's body, brushing the smooth skin with parted lips, making moist trails here and there. Nothing very intimate. And always out of the path of those kneading hands. I kissed the boss-lady's shoulders until the hands showed signs of approaching, then my attention shifted to her ankles. It was a rather pleasant task. But in moving around, I found an even greater pleasure. Passing behind Fleur, my face had come within scant inches of those beautiful bare buttocks. And now I could only lavish affection on Amanda's lower limbs and think of moving around on that same path again. It was bound to happen. Maybe this time I would come even closer.
When it happened again, I was almost delirious. Perhaps it was accidental, but now those two firm-fleshed domes made a tiny jutting motion that practically demanded a caress. I gave it eagerly. Just for an instant, I let my tongue slip out to one gliding sweep up the furrow between those attractive ass-cheeks. Just once, that was all, and then I was back up to Amanda's shoulders again, far from that thing of exquisite beauty.
"Fleur, dear?" The boss-lady's tone was languid.
"Hmm?"
"That's enough for today."
Glistening with oils and unguents, the well-massaged body went into a lazy spiral, supine on the padded table now. "I guess all that talk about the party must have affected me. And as long as Loi is so willing…"
"Of course." Fleur stepped aside. "Go ahead, kid. It's ripe and ready for you. Do a good job."
My insides went tense momentarily, and I recognized a certain resentment at having two bosses. But there was no time for such self-indulgent notions, time only to scramble to the foot of the table and begin. Lowering my face into the hair-fringed slit between those languorously spread thighs, I felt a hand patting my head gently, an affectionate gesture. Fleur's hand? Yes, it had to be. And my inner tensions melted to nothing.
Oh sure, given the choice, I'd rather have made love to my darling friend's delectable ass. But it was still nice to leech my lips to this well-primed crevice and poke my tongue into the sensuously moist flesh of the mistress. Our mistress. I really did enjoy serving her, serving this maturely developed blonde lesbian with lips and tongue that were already eliciting a noticeable response from her blossoming clitoris. Despite our differences at times, the act itself hadn't diminished in enjoyment and I had no objections whatsoever to munching on this voluptuous meat. Enjoyment indeed! And yet, somehow, just that simple pat on the head had aroused a greater pleasure in me, unmatched by anything the boss-lady had to offer. Besides, the biggest thrill had already been achieved. Only for a fleeting instant, true, but the memory of that sneaky kiss – my tongue delving into the crack of Fleur's adorable ass – would sustain me infinitely longer than all the juices to be obtained from this ripe and ready cunt.