Elspeth's entire body quivered to the tongue in her cunt as the thrill of anticipation at last merged into thrilling reality. Somehow; though, quite unaccountably, her mind was jogged by a vague memory – something she had to do? – oh yes, something about a new dimension to the excitement. It made her feel even more like a hussy, but she simply had to explore that intriguing possibility. With a little tact, of course.
"Oooh! Honey, that's so good. Gets better and better all the time. Better for you too, right?"
"Mmm…"
"Yeah. Better and better for both of us. Hey, maybe you really are falling in love with me."
"Ummm?" Then, with an abrupt lurch and gasp for breath, "Elspeth? Can't you – tell? Oh, I do love you! I want to worship you, I want to kiss you and kiss you and kiss you. Darling, just let me make you happy…"
The muted voice went on babbling incoherently all the way back down into the depths, but Elspeth had heard enough. What is love to a masochist? This mousy little lezzie had such a servile streak in her nature. A need to please. A need to worship. Compulsive, practically – the need to be some kind of slave, almost. Hah! A slave… like in that movie tonight?
Oh shit, love was just one small piece to fit into the big jigsaw pattern, one small and insignificant piece; why waste time over trivia? Elspeth felt silly, naive, even a little ashamed of her own interest in the matter. Kid stuff, really. With a slave girl so busy between her legs – and so sexy! – the only love involved here was strictly for excitement. Hot lesbian love, the kind with all those weird twists and turns. Hmm. Speaking of twists and turns…
"Joan, stop."
"Ummm. Huh? What…"
"You can do that later. My cunt, I mean. Don't worry, it's early yet and you'll have all of me you can take. Right now I want something else from you."
"I-I don't understand."
"You will. Roll over."
"Huh?"
"On your back. Hurry!"
"Oh. Uh-huh. Whatever you say…"
Elspeth stood up on the bed. "Don't look so grim, honey, I've got a beautiful ass and this is supposed to be a treat. It was your own idea last time, remember?" The mattress springs creaked under her feet. "Not this same position, exactly, but it's still the same beautiful ass so I'm sure you won't mind. Anyway, you might as well get used to it. Just give me that same hot lesbian tongue up my beautiful ass."
"Oh… darling…"
Strictly for excitement, that was it. Elspeth dropped and squashed herself squarely upon the upturned face. A stifled whimper sounded but she bore down relentlessly, moving her body in a rocking motion. Her ass opened to the soft wedge. Not wide enough though, not nearly, and with a mutter of impatience she reached back and pulled her cheeks farther apart. It even hurt a little, that was how great the strain was. But then she felt it, the tongue, the lesbian tongue, and her rocking slowed to a halt. It was up there now, right up inside her – right up my asshole, she thought lewdly – and the squirmy wet plug stayed there right in place even after she slackened the grip on her buttocks.
She worried a little about smothering her poor roomie. But it didn't matter, really – the thrill of just sitting like this, so haughty, so high and mighty, was too great to be interrupted. It made her feel powerful. Omnipotent. Ah yes, like that Roman matron in the movie. Wasn't this the way to treat a slave?
That was when Elspeth thought of the note again and pretty much decided to accept its invitation. Surely there was a technique in the handling of a slave girl and if she couldn't talk to Joan about such things, well, why not Margalo Fitch? Why not learn from an expert? Although she wasn't doing so badly all by herself, admittedly – oh shit, that hot stabbing tongue really had her ass on fire! Joan was such a delight down there, such a slavish lover. Little mouse. Sweet little lesbian mouse…
CHAPTER SEVEN
"We sure fooled her, didn't we?"
"I'll say." Kate smiled at the display of girlish enthusiasm, feeling a renewed warmth for the red-haired youngster. "We fooled her, all right. You were great. A real actress, that's what. You almost had me fooled."
"Oh, you're putting me on."
"No, sweetie, I'm serious. The way you scurried around in front of your aunt…"
"You know something? It got me kind of hot."
"Hot? Hot and sweaty, you mean?"
"Not that kind of hot. More like…" Hildy shrugged. "I just can't describe the feeling. All that running around and obeying your orders and seeing. Aunt Inez's face – well, I guess it just turned me on."
"Sexy hot, eh?" Kate struggled to keep her exhilaration from showing. Everything was working out just beautifully, it seemed, and this was one of those opportunities to take advantage of. "Do you still feel that way now?"
"More. Sexy, sexy hot."
"Hmm. Want me to do something about it?"
"Oooh, yes. Will you?"
"Well…"
"Oh, come on, Kate. Like last time, huh?"
"I ought to get back to my own job, though. I've I got work to do up there in the penthouse."
"Shit! What are you doing, teasing me? First you say yes and, then you say no. And all the while I thought you were supposed to be my friend."
"I am your friend, Hildy."
"Okay then, quit teasing and do it. You know. Use your hand and make me come."
"Use my hand…"
"Like last time. Finger-fuck me."
"Well… I might stay awhile…"
"Yeah. Stay and play with my pussy."
"Finger-fuck you, eh?" Kate waited a moment and; then spoke slowly. "And what will you do for me?"
"Huh?"
"What's fair is fair, honeybunch. I ought to get something in return, right?"
"Forget it." The girl's face went stony. "If I have to bargain with you…"
"Oh, don't say that. I'm not bargaining."
"You're not? Sure sounded like it."
"Don't get so upset, Hildy."
"Who's upset? I'm just plain mad."
Kate managed a weak chuckle, aware that the golden opportunity had ebbed away. Her plans had gone awry somehow and now it was time to retrench. "Hush now, there's nothing to be mad about." She reached out to cup the little imp under the chin. "Just be sexy hot – that's more fun."
"I said forget it. No bargains, no trades." Hildy sidled out of range huffily, her soft brown eyes taking on a hard metallic glint. "Don't do me any favors."
"Oh? No finger-fucking? You wouldn't like me to play with your pretty little pussy?"
"You've got work to do upstairs, remember? I don't want to keep you from it."
"But-but I'm staying just for you, honeybunch. Come on now, just slip your panties off and…"
"Who's wearing panties?"
"Rascal! You expected this, hmm? You knew damn well you were going to get something out of me."
"Kate, I'm not asking for a Goddamn thing from you."
"I know, I know. And you won't have to. It just so happens that I'm offering."
"Yeah. Offering what?"
"I'm offering my services, you sweet little darling. My sexy services, free and clear – no obligation. It would give me great pleasure to finger-fuck you. To make you come. To put my hand down there between your pretty legs and touch your pretty cunt. How about that, hmm?"
"You just want to touch it, that's all?"
"Touch it and rub it and stick my fingers inside your hot slippery little slit…"
"Wow! I'm beginning to get sexy all over again. Tell me more, Kate, I like to hear you talk like that."
"What a devil you are! And you look so innocent, too, innocent as a little angel. Maybe you're putting me on, huh?"
"Maybe. But no more bargaining. I'll be your friend as much as you like, really your friend. We can go on fooling Aunt Inez and having our own I secrets – but when you come on the way you did… well…"