Lee Garimond - Lesbian slave

"So? Please what?"

"Please… I'm begging you… "

"Well, that's a little better. What are you begging for?"

"Don't be angry. Just let me love you."

"Hah!"

The arrogantly posed figure remained stiff, but there was no brush-off either, no attempt to escape Vera's clutch. A good sign, she decided. Or at least not a bad one. Relaxing her grip a bit, she tilted her head back and peered up hopefully. The dark eyes were hard, uncompromising; she shuddered and dropped her gaze, hiding herself like an ostrich, burying her face in the shelter of the smooth young limbs.

Again there was a certain stiffness, again no effort to push her away. She brought her hands into play, in back at first, and then gradually moving them around to the front, lifting her head and concentrating on the apparently successful caress, aware now of a relaxation of tension. The lovely legs quivered slightly and inched apart in response to the affectionate urging of her fingers, affectionate but still deferential, exerting no more than the mildest hint of pressure. The girl's posture was still pretty haughty, but there were increasingly noticeable indications of better times to come.

Vera felt a resurgence of her old confident attitude. The cause was far from lost. Anyway, she was on the right track here, that seemed obvious now. It wasn't exactly to her liking, this meekly apologetic approach, but desperate situations called for desperate measures, and at this point she could only take the pragmatic view and do whatever was necessary. After all, the plan itself was still working, the slave-girl was still in the house and the lesbian corruption process was still in progress. This temperamental display of arrogance might even be part of it, for that matter. At worst, it was just a minor setback.

Humility, then. Vera stroked the ivory skin sensuously, sliding her hands up between the slowly spreading thighs, caressing the soft inner surfaces. Delectably soft. Once again she moved her face into them, quite deliberately this time, aware now of an unexpected rise of excitement within herself. Not that it was such a miracle really, nor even totally foreign to her nature. Regardless of the role-playing, she was still a highly sexed lesbian who could get pleasure out of any lesbian act. And this was certainly one fine young body for her to work on. It was getting to her the smell, the taste, the incomparable softness, so redolent of luscious-sweet femininity. Ah yes, it was turning her into an adoring subject, this divinely fleshed figure almost eager for the vaguely visualized possibilities of the bizarre twist in their relationship. The novelty alone had a certain persuasive charm, making her an almost willing accomplice in her own subjection. A little more of this and she would probably be halfway into a swoon, well on the way toward a climax right here kneeling on the floor. Kneeling and sucking and swooning away…

"Sexy now, eh? You're really getting hot, aren't you?"

"Hot. Sexy. Let me love you."

"Love? What kind of a word is that? What the hell do you know about love? The word is sssuck!"

"Oh. Yes. Let me suck you. Suck your cunt, your pretty cunt, let me just… mmm… "

"No! You're not hot enough yet."

"I'm hot, I'm hot. Please? Darling, please?"

"Don't give me that darling shit. It's not me we're talking about, it's my cunt. Isn't that what you're hot for?"

"Your cunt. I'm hot for your cunt."

"Hmm. Are you a good cuntlapper, Vera?"

"I I'm a good cuntlapper."

"And you want to be my cuntlapper, huh?"

"Yours. All yours. Your cuntlapper."

"Cuntlapper!"

"Yesss. Cuntlapper. I'm your cuntlapper."

"That sounds nice. You look nice, too. Uh-huh. I think you look just fine down there on your knees. Where you belong. And if that's got a familiar ring, you cuntlapping bitch, maybe you can figure out why! Remember? It's only an imitation. And guess who I'm imitating. You do remember, don't you?"

"Oh. I I remember."

"And you're still hot? Hot to suck my cunt?"

"Hot. Yes. Hotter than ever."

"Glad to hear it. I guess that makes you hot enough for just about anything." Alison shrugged out of the negligee, letting it float to the floor. "And you'd better be. Hot. Because you're not getting my cunt tonight, you hear? I don't always have to imitate you." She whirled around, a half-turn that ended in a new pose, purposely grotesque and yet graceful somehow despite the bold exaggeration, concave at the waist and lewdly convex just below a great bulging billow of her rump. Then, over one shoulder, "See what I've got for you? No imitations. Kiss my ass!"

The sheer obscenity of it was monstrous. Momentarily stunned, Vera's mind refused to function. All she could think of was the ache in her knees, quite painful all of a sudden, throbbing in protest against this ridiculous position on the floor. Damn! She was just too old for this sort of thing. But then her eyes came to a focus and stared, transfixed, blurring the periphery and cutting off any extraneous demands on her senses. Leaving only one demand now, the spectacular vision in front of her face the jutting insolence of those buttocks, the luridly graphic dark furrow, monstrous, and yet not without a certain fascinating beauty; how could anything be so self-contradictory, so repugnant and so attractive all in the same instant?

A renewed heat swirled inside her belly as she closed the distance and made contact. The taut skin seemed to soften at the touch of her lips, a kind of triumphant yielding. There was a twitch every now and then, a noticeable reaction that communicated its need with irresistible effect, coaxing and wheedling and at last inspiring her to reply with a lavishly bestowed flurry of kisses. Open-mouthed kisses now, wet suck-kisses that became increasingly loud and lecherous, rife with an obscenity of their own, almost as lurid as the flamboyant flesh itself. As though her kissing mouth had developed a private rapport with those lasciviously postured domes…

"Nice and kissy, huh? You're hot enough, I'll sure say that for you. Kiss-kiss-kiss. Yeah, you always were a sexy bitch. With a dirty mind, of course, I just know you won't forget to get around to my dirty little asshole. The old nitty-gritty, huh? That'll be a sexy-dirty thrill for both of us."

No command this time, just a casually voiced suggestion. Only it sounded even worse that way. Like a purr with muted undertones of warning, vaguely ominous. A purring cat that might turn vicious at any moment. Vera shuddered apprehensively. But it was at the unspoken insistence of her own mouth that she continued the surface kisses. Her lips roamed the rounded smoothness, finding it ever sweeter and more exciting to the taste. Almost playfully now, she licked at the lines formed by the junction of thigh and buttock, crouching lower and tilting her face up to get at the dainty little creases. But the postponement couldn't go on indefinitely, of course, and the general direction of her movement was no longer so aimless. She was using her tongue more, too, letting it take the lead in the ever narrowing circular motion, an increasingly important role that finally became paramount as the circles diminished to the vanishing point. Now there were licks and dips and exploratory dives into the darkness as she began to rummage around in the trenchlike crevice. The deep valley…

"Isn't it about time you stopped teasing? I mean, uh, you do want to get back into my good graces, don't you? Well, now you know where to look. You might get your face dirty, but go ahead anyway and don't bother to knock."

Again there was a nasty undertone, but Vera's already sensitized ears were attuned to such a possibility, admitting the sound of the words but filtering out most of the meaning. Anyway, there wasn't much room for delaying tactics and she knew for a certainty that retreat would be a blunder. She was in too deep. This issue between them, she had to get to the bottom of it, now or never and it was only too evident now that silent lingual supplication was her sole hope, the one practical method. And she was ready. A sexy bitch with a dirty mind. It sounded like a natural readiness. Come on, old girl, what the fuck are you waiting for?