Lotte S: Memoirs

"No," Lotte objected. "Vit your hands, Ilse. I vant to feel you caress my body vit your hands."

Ilse laughed. "It is not Saturday, madam. Though I wish it were, of course."

"Do not vorry, my darling. Saturday vill still belong to you."

"You are a wonderful mistress," Ilse said, dipping her fingers into the jar of molasses and beginning to massage Lotte's left breast.

"Vit both hands," Lotte said.

The obedient maid dipped her other hand in the molasses, then cupped one over each of her mistress' breasts. She massaged the beautiful fleshy mounds with loving expertise, taking her pleasure from the contented smile of her madam's lovely face.

"You haf vunderful hands, Ilse," Lotte told her with a dreamy voice, her eyes closed and her lips still curled into a smile. "Now massage my cunt, darling. "

"Yes, madam. With delight."

She scooped up molasses into each hand from the rapidly emptying jar and began to massage her mistress' crotch. She smeared Lotte's pubic hair with the sticky syrup, then spread wide the mouth of her cunt and scooped a glob inside.

"My ass now, Ilse."

Lotte turned onto her stomach. She had put a sheet over the waterbed to keep from smearing it with the sticky molasses.

Ilse smeared her buttocks with the gooey substance and wriggled her sticky finger inside her mistress' ass hole.

"Is that enough, madam?" she asked.

"Perfect," Lotte said. "Thank you, IIse. Now bring in Horst."

"Of course, madam," Ilse hesitated. Then she said, "Would it be all right, madam, if I were to take my pleasure from your ass before I go after Horst?"

"You may do as you like, Ilse," Lotte told her fondly. "You know I luf you, darling."

"And I love you, my beautiful mistress," the maid said, pressing her lips to Lotte's buttocks and giving each a sticky kiss in turn. She licked her madam's ass until the sweet molasses was cleaned from around her anus, then re-applied it from what remained in the jar and said, "Thank you, madam. I will bring in Horst now."

"Good, Ilse. He has not been fed today, I hope."

"Never before six. I am sure he will be in good appetite for you."

Lotte was still lying on her stomach with her eyes closed, half drowsing, as the maid returned with Horst on a leash. The eighty pound German Shepherd lunged against the restraining collar as his nostrils caught the sweet scent of molasses and he understood what was waiting for him on the waterbed.

"Easy, you bad dog," Ilse reprimanded. "You have not been invited yet, Horst."

"Release him," Lotte said, not bothering to open her eyes.

Ilse unsnapped the leash from the collar and the large animal pranced straight to the waterbed, hopped up onto it, and nuzzled Lotte's buttocks with its nose. A long tongue flicked out, licked the honey from its nostrils, it sneezed once, then commenced to lap the plentiful layer of molasses from Lotte's buttocks. The beautiful, wellgroomed dog worked its tongue into her crack and delved into her bung hole in search of the sweet honey Ilse had planted there with her finger.

Soon the molasses was gone from her backside and Horst began to nuzzle Lotte's crotch, trying to lap up the sweet honey between her legs.

"Don't tickle, Horst," Lotte said with a giggle. She was barely able to turn onto her back before the excited dog was licking at the sticky, matted hairs around her cunt.

Ilse was standing near, watching with an envious expression on her face as Horst thrust his muzzle into her mistress' honeyed quim and dug out the tasty molasses she had secreted there. Lotte held the mouth of her cunt open with her fingers for the dog's deeper entry.

"Join us, Ilse!" she told her maid. "You don't know vat you are missing!"

In a flash Ilse had stripped off her uniform and underthings and was smearing what remained of the jar of molasses onto her quim and breasts. Soon she was on the waterbed, her thighs entwined with those of her mistress as the lucky dog took turns lapping at the two lovely ladies' honey-coated twats.

When all the molasses had been devoured from their crotches, Horst moved up to their breasts. Standing between the two women, he licked first one and then the other, hardly knowing which of the bounteous offerings was sweetest.

"Don't bite, Horst," Ilse reprimanded as the hungry dog nibbled at one of her nipples.

"Such a vunderful dog," Lotte said. "Look, Ilse!"

"Goodness," the think we are going animal!"

Indeed, the aroused dog's red, moist prick was extended a good four inches from its scabbard.

"Not tonight, my handsome German dog," Lotte said. "Tonight I vill be raped by a big black cock, not your little red thing. Enough Ilse. Take him away."

"Immediately, madam," the maid said.

She attached the leash to Horst's collar and dragged him unwillingly from the room. When she returned for her clothes she asked Lotte, "Would the madam like me to bathe her before her guest arrives?"

"No, Ilse. I think to be raped I need not be so clean. I vill let you bathe me afterwards. Perhaps ve maid replied with a giggle. "I to be raped by this beautiful shall sleep together tonight."

"Very good, madam," Ilse said with a pleased smile and turned to go.

"In the meantime my pretty one, you may take Horst to your room and entertain yourself as you wish."

"Thank you, madam," Ilse replied brightly.

When the time for Newberry's arrival neared, Lotte prepared for bed. She put on sheer black panties and an equally thin nightgown. Both were made of the finest, sexiest Japanese silk. Her ample mounds of shapely tit were clearly visible through the gossamer fabric, the twin pink nipples jutting outward, with a slight upward tilt, like tiny erected penises. Even the triangular patch of golden brown hair that sheltered the archway of her crotch was invitingly, tantalizingly obvious.

Traces of molasses were still smeared in her pubic hairs and breasts, causing the silk clothing to cling to her erogenous parts somewhat uncomfortably, especially when she moved. It was as though her tits and hairs and the sensual lips of her cunt were stuck to flypaper. But the discomfort was merely a counterpoint of eroticism to the excitement elicited by the realization that soon Newberry would add his own mouth and cock juices to the diverse brew.

The anticipation caused Lotte's own juices to ooze from her vaginal funnel. Soon the crotch of her panties was soggy, as though she were a baby who had just wet its diaper.

The thought of Newberry stirred a different kind of excitement in Lotte from the way she anticipated her other lovers. She had met the huge Negro with his coal black skin not through friends or during a party. Fate had brought them together in a unique way.

Lotte had returned to her BMW sedan with an armload of packages one day after spending the afternoon shopping. A heavy rain was falling and she was already soaked. In her eagerness to extract the keys from her purse, the packages slipped from her arms and fell to the rain puddled asphalt with a splash.

"Look to me like you needs some help, lady," a deep voice said from behind her, startling her.

"Oh, yes!" Lotte gasped, whirling around and brushing water from her eyes. The large Negro frightened her momentarily, but before she could object or consider the possibilities of rape and robbery he was already bending over, scooping the packages into his wrestler-muscled arms.

"Thank you. If you would kindly put them in the trunk," Lotte said, quickly fishing out the keys and opening the lid.

When the bundles were safely inside, the black man closed the lid and said with a smile, "Now how bouts a ride, lady. I been waitin' for the bus, but they don't seem to come when it's rainin'."

Despite her trepidations Lotte could not very well refuse him a ride after the help he had volunteered, so she told him to get in.