Lotte S: Memoirs

When Lotte felt the hot jism fill her mouth it was like a bomb had detonated inside her cunt. One thing ignited the other in a chain reaction of bodily functions. Fireworks exploded in her mind. Her cunt erupted with spurts of roiling foam. Her bowels quaked. Her flesh crawled with electric tinglers. A long susurrus-a moan of exquisite pleasure-caught her attention and held her fascinated, even after she realized the sound was coming from her own throat.

"A job well done," Norman said later. "I feel invigorated enough to contend with a classroom of contemptuous students and a houseful of wife-oh, for another week, at least. You are better than a health spa, my dear!"

"And I," Lotte said, sighing thankfully, "at least I haf gotten through the evening vidout picking up anymore bruises!"

Saturday-Ilse's Day. Lotte pulled the cord that rang the bell that called for Ilse. In two minutes the maid entered her bedroom carrying a breakfast tray.

"Good morning, madam. You had a pleasant evening, I hope."

Lotte propped up her back against the headboard of the waterbed with her pillows and Ilse extended the legs of the breakfast tray and placed it across her lap.

"Gutt morgen, Ilse. It vas a fine evening vit Herr Norman. And how vas yours?"

"I went to a movie, madam. Not a very good one, I am afraid."

Lotte took a sip of orange juice. She smiled as she noticed that Ilse was naked inside her white uniform. She could see the maid's beautiful copper titties through the light material. Her nipples were like crowns of ruby surrounded by golden haloes. Her snatch was a fluff of bright yellow silk. It seemed to radiate with the sun's glow.

She is much more beautiful than I, Lotte thought. Perhaps she is the most beautiful woman I haf ever seen!

"I notice you haf not forgotten today is Saturday," Lotte said with amusement.

The maid's lovely cheeks suddenly flushed with rouge. "I could never forget that, madam. Saturday is all I wait for from week to week."

Lotte's smile faded. She looked at Ilse with grave concern. "You vorry me, my beauty. Vhy do you not go out vit men? Have you no interest in marriage? "

Ilse shrugged. "I suppose I will marry some day. You do not wish me to marry and leave your services, do you madam?"

"I vish you to be happy. In whatever vay you choose. But I do not understand how such a beautiful fraulein can be happy vidout men. Do you not like to fuck, Ilse?"

The poor maid chewed on her lower lip. She was becoming very uncomfortable with the conversation. "My most marvelous experience has been with a man. But that is over. He is gone away. Now I prefer to share my intimacy with you, madam."

Lotte sighed. She did not approve of Ilse's attitude. But this was not the time to argue. This was Saturday-Ilse's day-and she must do nothing to ruin it for her.

"Vhatever makes you happy, darling. I vill not spoil your Saturday."

Ilse beamed. "Do you wish anything else from the kitchen, madam?"

"No. I do not even vish this. Please take it avay, Ilse. I am not hungry this morning."

"Of course, madam."

She returned the breakfast tray to the kitchen. While she was gone, Lotte prepared the waterbed. She removed all of the covers and replaced them with a black satin sheet. Then she chose two different kinds of vibrators from her cabinet of sex aids and brought them over to the bed.

What she did not tell Ilse was that she anticipated this day each week almost as much as Ilse herself did. Ilse was the only one of her "harem" to whom she was drawn by a genuine emotional bind. She loved the beautiful servant deeply-as friend and concubine both. When she and Ilse shared their bodies she was not merely playing sex games, as with her other consorts. She was actually making love to the only person in the world-this world, anyway-whom she really loved.

When the lovely maid returned from the kitchen, Lotte motioned for her to sit beside her on the bed. Ilse complied eagerly, her face glowing with pleasure, and Lotte found herself engulfed in the most wonderful aura of rich perfume. It seemed to radiate from her entire body. She inhaled deeply, drawing the sweet bouquet into her lungs and nostrils. She could almost taste its succulent aroma on the fleshy palate of her tongue.

"Your perfume is exquisite," Lotte told her, cupping her soft cheeks between her hands. "It must acquire its flavor from your delicious body, Ilse. Let me taste it on your lips."

She drew Ilse's lovely face toward her and touched the golden lips with her own. The source of the perfume was truly her body. The luscious flavor of Ilse's moist lips filled her mistress with supreme desire. She traced their fleshy contour with her tongue, slowly and leisurely as her senses absorbed the various pleasures of the maid's intimate presence.

Lotte's naked breasts were lightly touching Ilse's nipples through the thin fabric of her summer uniform. Her palms and fingers gently caressed the maid's cheeks. Her nostrils inhaled the fragrance of her long yellow hair-so fresh and colorful it seemed to radiate light, as her body radiated heat and perfume. All of Lotte's senses were alive to the beauty and wonder of Ilse's body. She was consumed by desire for his magnificent creature. Awe-struck by the strength of her love.

Ilse must have felt similarly. Her breathing became harder as the kiss lingered on, her breasts swelling and pressing closer against her mistress' yielding flesh. Her tongue was the first to flick out between her parted teeth and caress Lotte's own serpentine lover. The entanglement of warm tongues brought their mouths together in wanton urgency. They made love to each other with lips and gums and teeth and tongue and saliva, clasped together in rapturous oral embrace.

Lotte, drew Ilse down to the bed. As the intensity of their love-making grew, she extricated her mouth from Ilse's and smothered her throat and neck with empassioned kisses. Everywhere she caressed the maid her moist tongue and lips left a coat of slick saliva. She licked the back of Ilse's ear, the lobe. She buried her tongue inside the ear's canal and reamed it hungrily. Her neck and the side of her face soon were covered with a thick coat of glossy saliva. Her copper colored flesh shined brightly as though it had just been waxed.

"I must have your body!" Lotte groaned, fumbling with the zipper in the back of Ilse's uniform. Finally she got it unzipped, clutched the shoulders of the dress in her hands and pulled it down to Ilse's waist as the maid eagerly wriggled her arms out of the sleeves. She was stunned momentarily by the sight of Ilse's incredible breasts. No matter how often she might look on them, the perfection of their contours and the ripeness of their texture and color left her breathless. They were awe-inspiring monuments to creation, Ilse's tits.

No one should be so beautiful, Lotte told herself, without the slightest jealousy or self-effacement. But thank God for Ilse and her magnificent titties. Because they are so wonderful to gaze upon and enjoy and love!

She caressed Ilse's breasts with her palms, gently at first as a wave of erogenous desire swept through her body. But she could not restrain herself for long and soon her fingers were digging into the fleshy mounds with ravenous urgency. Lotte's pussy was dribbling foam onto the front of Ilse's uniform where she straddled it with her thighs. Her crotch was pressed against her lover's snatch, separated only by the thin tissue of the dress. Her cuntal juices seeped through the material and moistened Ilse's golden tuft of silky threads. As Lotte massaged her breasts and plucked at her aroused nipples with her fingers, Ilse thrust her pussy against her mistress' quim with coital desire.

"Suck them!" Ilse instructed. "O, suck them! Let me feel your lips and tongue and teeth. Eat my wonderful titties. They are yours, my mistress!"