Lee Garimond - Lesbian slave

Weird but somehow quite wonderful, Judy decided. Although she couldn't help wishing it might have been someone more beautiful. A beautiful lesbian with a more beautiful ass…

"Oh, it's you. Darling, how nice of you to call."

"Do you have time to talk? I'm not interrupting anything?"

"Silly. I'll always have time for you. By the way, how's that sexy tongue of yours today? My cunt feels just fine."

"Oh, come now, must you? Vera?"

"Don't be such a prude, it doesn't become you. Even your tongue isn't prudish any more, right? Quite the contrary, I'd say. And if you'd like a witness to that, I'm sure my sleepy but contented cunt will be glad to speak up and "

"Please. I'm embarrassed just listening to you. Must you talk like that over the telephone?"

"There you go again. Prissy, prissy. You're a strange breed, Alison, I never met a prissy cuntlapper before. You figure maybe somebody's getting an earful? If so, let's not disappoint 'em just breathe hard and it'll sound like an obscene phone call, the real thing, you know? Otherwise, forget it, only politicians get bugged and taped. Anyway, I kind of enjoy it, talking over the wire like that. It's supposed to be sophisticated."

"It it sounds so dirty."

"Just dirty? That's your only impression?"

"Well, uh, sexy too, I guess. Sexy-dirty? Oh, the hell with it, let's change the subject. That's why I called in the first place, I've got something to tell you."

"Shoot. What's on your mind?"

"Uh, now I'm not sure how to say it. Vera, you've hinted a couple of times about our living together. Anyhow, you brought up the idea often enough to make me give it some thought, so it's only fair to tell you how I feel. My reaction is negative, I'm afraid, strictly negative. If we moved in together it would be like an open declaration to the world a lesbian marriage, practically. And I'm not ready for that. Think of the gossip, the possible scandal. No, it just won't work, darling. Besides, if I ever do get over my block against men… "

"Uh-huh. I get the picture."

"You do understand, don't you? Vera?"

"Well, uh, I'm disappointed, naturally. But if that's the way you feel about it… "

"I I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, it's no great tragedy. I'm glad you got it off your mind, Alison. Case closed. I won't mention it again. Of course, if you should ever decide otherwise… "

"No. No chance of that."

"Like I said, then case closed. Okay? And now it just so happens that I've got something on my mind."

"Oh? Do tell?"

"About my little slave-girl. Judy. I'd like to bring her over sometime soon. She's so well-trained. I want to show her off to you."

"So soon? Darling, I had no idea. I thought the training period was supposed to take ages. From what you said… "

"I thought so, too. But she's coming along so nicely well, I'm just dying for you to meet her. She looks so cute in her new outfit. I had it made up for her, a maid's uniform, the sexy kind, frivolous rather than practical. Like a sexy French maid, you know?"

"Uh-huh. But that's a bit confusing, isn't it? Is she a maid or a slave? I wouldn't know how to treat her. If you brought her over, wouldn't she just be my guest?"

"Don't let that bother you, my dear. We'll skip the uniform, she's really not used to it yet anyway. So as far as you're concerned, the kid can be a guest if that's any easier. But never mind the details, just give me an answer; shall I bring her? Somehow whenever I mentioned it before, you sounded interested but not very enthusiastic."

"Oh. But it's simpler over the telephone without the distraction of your body, I mean. You know how I get when we're together. I just can't think of anyone else. Right now I'm still not exactly enthusiastic just interested, I guess but by all means, Vera darling, do bring your little slave-girl over for a visit. There now, does that answer your question?"

"It's a lovely answer, angel. Hmm. If we had TV telephones, would my body distract you? I'm lying here naked. Nekkid as a jaybird, I think the expression goes."

"Hush… "

"All naked. Tits, Ass. Cunt. Naked and lonesome for your sweet lips. Does that mean anything to you?"

"It means I'm getting excited."

"That's nice. Touch yourself."

"Huh?"

"Check and see, are you really excited? Between your legs. Is it wet down there? Just from talking with me?"

"Oh. All right. Sexy bitch. Yes, it's wet."

"Keep touching it. Wiggle your finger."

"Vera!"

"Well, you did call me a sexy bitch. So it shouldn't surprise you if I talk like one. Come on now, do it, wiggle your finger, do it inside your cunt and tell me how it feels."

"So sexy… sexy-dirty… "

"Fun though, hmm? Do it like a wiggly tongue. The way your own tongue wiggles when you're sucking me, do it like that. A kind of gentle fingerfuck, you know?"

"Sexy-dirty, oooh, and over the telephone, imagine!"

"It works, doesn't it?"

"Need you ask? It works, it works."

"Horny girl. Horny little angel… "

"I I'd better hang up now."

"Alison, don't you dare!"

"Hmm? No?"

"Don't hang up. I want to hear you come. And lick your lips and think of me while you're doing it. Think of my cunt. Are you thinking about my cunt, darling?"

"Yesss… your cunt, your beautiful cunt… "

"Horny little cuntlapper."

"Cuntlapper. I'm a horny little cuntlapper. Oh, you make me so hot! Vera? You getting hot, too?"

"I'll say. Hot and horny. Oh, if I only had that pretty face of yours between my thighs right this minute… "

"Mmm… lapping your cunt… "

A lot of wine had gone down, and yet it was like a genteel social gathering thus far. Three ladies sipping sedately. But that was only a surface impression, of course, and Alison remained all knotted up inside. It was bound to begin soon. They were already in her bedroom at Vera's suggestion and that alone would have been enough to create a certain anticipation. In this perfumed atmosphere, wasn't it obvious that they were three lesbian ladies? Or two ladies and a girl, rather. A very young girl, too young to be dabbling in such perverted pleasures. Or was she?

Alison felt a twinge of guilt, aware now that her reluctance was giving way to impatience. Such a delightful little creature, so respectful of her elders. And yet kittenishly coy too, somehow, almost coquettish at odd moments, doubtless inspired by the sensuality, the sexual significance of this strange meeting. Hardly cause for a guilty conscience! Those soft brown eyes, for instance, the eyes of a wise old woman in the face of a child, eyes that belied the apparent innocence of that tender young mouth; what better clue to base a considered judgment on? Certainly it couldn't be based on her body, a picture of demurely dressed adolescence the seated pose almost prim, stiffly upright, knees together. Quite a contrast with her lazily postured mistress, all but lounging on the bed; leave it to Vera to hog the limelight! Even now, her skirt seemed to be still on the rise, riding upward to reveal and call attention to voluptuously intimate thigh-flesh. As if she knew only too well that her audience was secretly licking its collective lips. And as if she wasn't at all worried about how and when the real intimacy would begin. Which only served to increase the tension and the wine-bibbing, naturally, turning ladylike sips into nervous gulps.

After a while, the youngster excused herself and trotted off to the bathroom, blushing rather becomingly but moving with an unwitting sway of hips and buttocks, incongruously sexy. As the door closed behind her, Vera's smile became a chuckle.

"Cute, isn't she? You saw the blush?"

"Uh-huh. Very pretty."

"Almost as rosy-red as your own. Nice, huh? A slave-girl who hasn't forgotten how to blush. I just hope she doesn't change. But they all do, I guess we all have to grow up."