Lee Garimond - Lesbian slave

She took the plunge, wedging her face between the soft but somewhat stubborn ass-cheeks. They closed in on her, a tight seal of flesh, giving her an uneasy moment that threatened to become downright panicky until she got smart and led with her cheekbones, working them in to widen the crack. Then, with a tiny whimper of impatience, she stuck her tongue out again and poked around with an almost facile familiarity that ended the search in a hurry. It was so centrally located; how could she miss?

Once there, she paused for a little lubrication, just licking and lapping and building up to a nice wet soul-kiss. And even then, surprisingly enough, she ran into a block, a tight closure, more like a dimple than an entry-door. But it was only a muscle-spasm, instinctive, and her meticulously oriented tongue-tip squirmed right in and slithered through the duly accommodating portal loop and into the chute beyond. No fuss at all. Neat, too not nearly as sloppy as a real soul-kiss…

"Hey, you lick ass pretty good."

"Nnngg?"

"Jam it right in, you sexy bitch! Fucky-sucky, you know?"

"Ummm… "

"Come on, swap spit. Make it slurp."

"Hmm?"

"That's the idea. Slurp, slurp, slurp. Do it louder, oooh, that sounds dirty! You've got my asshole slurping right along with your fucking tongue. Hey, you really go for it, huh? Don't you just love my darling little asshole? Dirty old bitch… "

"Greedy."

"I know. But you've been gone for hours. Only it seemed more like days. Think how much I missed you."

"You're a darling." Alison smiled happily, her body naked and already atingle from the caress of her precious little maid. "But it was worthwhile, wasn't it? The lawyer, I mean. After all, I did bring home good news."

"Uh-huh. It took so long, though. I got lonesome. Will you have to see him again soon?"

"No. Not without you. And that will probably be for your appearance in court. Just a formality, of course, but we do have to make it legal. Hmm. Sounds like we're getting married, doesn't it? Maybe we are, in a way. Judy? How does that strike you?"

"No, thanks. Wouldn't that be incest? I mean, uh, if this is going to be my foster home… "

"You've got a point there."

"So do you. Two points. Very pretty. See?"

"Oooh! Wait, dear. Before it's too late. Are you sure you don't want me to bathe first? I must smell to high heaven."

"You smell wonderful. Besides, it's already too late. I'll just die if you get out of bed now. It's just awful when I don't have your beautiful ass to love."

"Poor darling. You really did miss me. I know how you must feel. All right, bath postponed on account of wet kisses. And on account of my ass is under attack. You want it?"

"Mmm… more than anything… "

"Good. But there's no rush. Tongue me all over first. Start in front. Uh-huh. That's nice. Such a soft tongue… "

"All over? Alison? Like a tongue bath? Your beautiful tits, beautiful, beautiful. I love the way your nipples get "

"Have fun. Chew on them. Would you like my cunt too? It's all yours. Hey, what now? Oh! I like that, go ahead, lick under my arms, tickle me with that sexy-dirty tongue of yours."

"Every tickle is loaded with love. I do love you. Every inch of you. It'll be the most loving tongue bath ever. Your tits and your belly and your feet and your legs and your pretty cunt, of course and then your ass, your absolutely divine ass "

"Hush. You'll have me jumping out of my skin. No more talk now, let's have some action, hmm?"

It came hot and heavy and overflowing with love. Action. Not a very nice name for such glorious pleasure. Alison shut her eyes and let her tactile senses take over. And as always at such moments, she got the impression that the darling child was simply wallowing in the luxury of her body. As though it was the gift of a goddess conferred upon some lesser mortal. An exaggeration, perhaps, but there was no doubt that the youngster was overly conscious of the social gap between them. Still a slave-girl, even though it was no longer necessary. And still anxious to be of service in the more mundane matters, the chores of daily existence even though that too was hardly necessary. The difference in rank kept cropping up, it was always there. And yet they loved one another freely and without worldly qualifications, an insurmountable love.

A very sexy love, too. Like the uniform, for instance, the one that Vera had been so enthused about. It was a French-soubrette sort of thing but even more so, with a skirt so short that it would have scandalized a Parisienne of negotiable virtue. It was certainly no costume for work not housework, at any rate. Maybe the second lead in a porn film. But the dear child loved wearing it whenever and wherever possible, often with a feather duster as an accessory, turning herself into a working girl who actually worked. Incongruous, to say the least. It reeked of sex and that was exactly what its designer must have intended. Alison could hardly look at it without getting aroused. And sweet Judy herself couldn't pass a full-length mirror by her own confession without feeling a thrill.

But she wore it for work, nevertheless, even though its volatile possibilities were tremendous. Once in a while, in one of her extra horny moods, she would wear the outfit for its proper purpose indecorous but appropriate to the occasion! emphasizing the switch with a hip-swinging strut seldom failed to score. But then again, well, with or without the strut and/or feather duster the passionate little love-maid could stir Alison's passion. It was quite an eyeful, especially for someone who was already in love with the flesh-and-blood female inside the gift-wrap. So there were times when the difference in rank was a help rather than a hindrance, leaving the choice of mood to the mistress rather than the maid. Alison took great delight in running her hand up the dark nylons to forage around beneath the abbreviated skirt. And then, what with one thing leading to another, the costume would come off in a series of bits and pieces that led straight to bed. Or perhaps depending on the urgency of the moment straight to the nearest sofa or couch or sometimes even an easy chair. With the darling little sexpot always a willing participant. Or an eager one. Like now. Even though the uniform wasn't a catalyst this time. For that matter, when was a catalyst even necessary?

"Oooh!"

"Hmm? Something the "

"No, don't stop. Give me your tongue again, darling. Wait, though, let me lift up so that… uh-huh… ahhh… "

"So beautiful. Your ass is so beautiful."

"Burrow in a little deeper. Your face. Open me up. Oh, that's simply fabulous. Judy darling, your hot tongue is so beautiful. And to think it's mine forever. I've never been so thrilled."

"Nnngg?"

"Yes, you darling lover-girl, that kind of thrill. Soon. On the way. Coming. You too?"

A rhetorical question, practically. Alison wriggled her buttocks and bounced to a climax with her sexy-dirty asshole full of sexy-dirty tongue, concerned only with herself for the moment but comfortably aware that her sexy-dirty little ass-fucker was having a sexy-dirty little climax of her own down there. Inexorably. It just never failed. And that was the beauty of it, this love of theirs, this thing that would last a sexy-dirty lifetime…

For a while then, life faded to the nirvana of orgasmic fulfillment and exhaustion, leaving only the rasp and wheeze of breath to herald its self-renewal. The atmosphere was thick and moist and heavy with perfumed lesbian lust, evil as a Baudelaire flower, but in truth masking a love so pure and innocent that it could only come to fruition in the sterility of these small deaths. The self-renewal had already begun.

"Darling… "

"Hmm?"

"Again? Don't you ever get tired?"