Dallas Mayo - A nest of lesbians

The leather belt felt good in Hildy's hand. It was a gift from Kate, just the right size and weight to sting without cutting the skin. A very practical gift, considering how often the donor reaped its benefits. Like now, for instance. Kate's groan was a song of pure pleasure.

"You see how she loves it, Aunt Inez?"

"Darling, I just… well…"

"S'matter?"

"I guess it upsets me a little."

"Oh? Just watching me whip Kate's ass?"

"It frightens me. Please come back to bed."

"What for? You hot again?"

"Uh-huh. Hot for your cunt."

"Okay. The hotter the better. Just let me finish Kate off first. It'll only take a few minutes. Close your eyes and don't look, if it scares you."

But her aunt's eyes remained wide open, Hildy was pleased to note, wide open and obviously fascinated. Which was a good sign for the future, she decided. And as for the present, well, Kate's bare ass was sticking up there and begging for the belt. Kind of skinny, of course – nothing like fat-ass Aunt Inez over there – but still with a certain appeal. Anyway, it was tough and shockproof and stood up under pressure.

Hildy laid it on hot and heavy for a while, one eye on her victim and the other on her audience. Until at last Kate's crouched body showed its need; then it seemed only fair to fulfill that need and Hildy brought her attention to a focus. Right smack on that skinny ass. Kate started moaning and shuddering under the attack, loving it all the while, naturally, the way she always did, and pretty soon the toughness got tender and she just wheezed and collapsed flat on the floor.

Over at the bed, Aunt Inez still had that big-eyed expression on her face. Hildy tossed the belt away and ambled toward her and within minutes was squirming in rhythmic response to the expertly lapping tongue. She figured on a long slow one, nice and dreamy, the kind her aunt was so good at, with no interruptions. It just wasn't to be, though, because Kate came to life again and moved over to stand beside the bed. Hildy reached out and put a hand on her thigh as a token of approval and appreciation, not quite ready yet to issue the hoped-for invitation. The touch made her fingertips tingle, and she reached a little farther to approve and appreciate a little more. It was still fairly new to her, this business of caressing a cunt, but she could easily see how such a thing might become a habit. All wet and slick and soft, a lovely sensation. But there was an even lovelier sensation in the making, of course, and now seemed as good a time as any to get the show on the road.

"Hey! Aunt Inez!"

"Mmm?"

"Make room for Kate. She's going to help you."

"Huh? I don't need any help." Then, in a tone of pained resignation, "Oh, all right."

Hildy gave the thigh flesh a spurring pinch. "Go ahead, Kate. Get down there and suck my cunt." She lowered her arm and nudged her aunt's bobbing head. "You've had my cunt long enough, Aunt Inez. Switch over to my ass now."

"Hmm?"

"You heard me. Do my asshole. Now!"

Two mouths. Both anxious to please. So nice! But no Aunt Inez wasn't going at it with her usual enthusiasm. Hildy tensed and waited just to be certain. It was true, all right – the tongue in her cunt was working good and hard, but her ass just wasn't getting the full treatment. Aunt Inez seemed to be sulking, resentful at being forced to share the goodies.

"You tired, auntie dear?"

"Hmm?"

"Yeah, you must be. Real tired, huh?"

"N-no… I…"

"No? Sure feels like it to me." Then, brusquely, "Okay, you lazy bitch, we'll have to do it the hard way." Hildy moved swiftly, dislodging both mouths as she rose to her knees on the bed and looped one leg over her aunt's face. "Now suck my ass, damn you, get busy down there and suck it like a beautiful young ass ought to be sucked!"

She squatted, catching the upturned face directly between her buttocks. A muffled whimper sounded, barely audible, but now the command was obeyed with no lack of enthusiasm. Firmly settled upon one mouth, she grabbed Kate by the hair and hauled the other one back into place. Now she had both again, two frantically working mouths, one crushed under the weight of her ass and the other going wild in her cunt.

Another whimper sounded from below. Hildy let up a little, just enough to give her aunt a chance to breathe. Not for long, though, and she jammed herself down hard again, making rocking motions and smearing the now-slippery crack of her ass back and forth over Aunt Inez's nose and mouth.

This time the whimper became a groan, but the old girl continued to kiss valiantly, a tongue-kiss, a suck-kiss, the kind of kiss that Hildy had expected in the first place. She wriggled ecstatically, stroking Kate's head and rubbing Aunt Inez's face and wasn't at all surprised to look down and see that the two had become better acquainted. Not bosom buddies, exactly, at least not yet, but that wouldn't take long at this rate. After all, she had dropped enough forceful hints to both of them – and now that they were friendly enough to be finger-fucking each other like that, well…

Oh yes, everything was coming up roses. They would have to move into a bigger apartment, of course, one with an extra room off the kitchen. Like up there in the penthouse. Hmm. How that snooty Margalo Fitch dame would rave and rant over losing her lesbian cuntlapper maid! Wow!

As far as Elspeth was concerned, a well-trained lesbian slave was supposed to be a sex slave. She didn't mind obeying that kind of order, no matter how obscene or outrageous. But some of those other things – well, sometimes she felt more like a servant than a slave. Not that the other things were so terrible, of course, but she did wish Joan wouldn't keep pushing her in that direction…

"How is it at the roots, Elspeth? I'll have to get it dyed again one of these days."

"Not yet. The brown doesn't show."

"I hope not. As soon as you notice any sign of it, let me know. I don't ever want to be mousy again."

Elspeth shuddered. Mousy. That was how it all began. It seemed so far away now, another era. She wondered if she had been happier then. Probably not. Carefree, perhaps, but no happier than this very minute and she wasn't even kissing or sucking or anything like that. She liked brushing Joan's hair and was glad to do it any time, even though it was just that type of chore more suited to a servant than a sex slave.

"You know something? Elspeth, I've been thinking about skipping the beauty salon altogether. Maybe I'll let you do it. After all, it's hardly more than a touch-up."

There it was again, always pushing, pushing, and always in that other direction. Elspeth swallowed her resentment and went on wielding the hairbrush. It wasn't couched as a demand, exactly, but she couldn't see herself refusing when the time came.

"I'd much rather have you than those beauty operators. You will do it, won't you, honey."

She shrugged helplessly. "If you say so."

"Thanks. You're so good to me. Sometimes you fuss over me almost like that maid of Margalo's – Kate. Except that you're more loyal. Oh, by the way, did you hear about that? Kate walked out on Margalo to go to work for that Bellamy woman, the one with the cute red-headed niece."

"I don't keep up with the building gossip."

"Well, neither do I, really. But I bumped into the kid – Hildy, her name is – I bumped into her in the elevator and we got to chatting. She's a wild one. She noticed my sexy shoes right away and wanted to know where I bought them. Anyway, Kate is working for her aunt now, and according to the kid's version Margalo is all alone and miserable up there in that penthouse palace. Sad, huh?"

"I'm not interested in Margalo Fitch or her maid. Ex-maid, I should say." Then as the thought struck home, "Joan! This chat in the elevator – uh, did you get the impression that the little girl knows about this building?"