"Hmm?"
"Lick your lips. Make them all wet and shiny. Uh-huh, that's the way. Such a sexy slave…" Then, abruptly, "Okay, now give me those wet lips on my tits. Kiss, kiss."
The moist mouth was quite delightful and Elspeth's nipples responded to its suction, surging to turgid peaks as each in turn felt the hotly lavished caress. She tried to remain calm, hoping to stave off the inevitable ending, quite consumed with the idea of total conquest. Total conquest of her roommate, right here and now! But down inside the constricting shorts her body was getting uncomfortably warm and sticky, the crotch making demands of its own, and she pushed the mousy-haired head away impulsively, away and down, tearing the eagerly leeching lips from her breasts.
The crouched slave erupted in a feverish groan. Her hands clawed at the shorts, tugging and hauling the last impeding bit of fabric down even as her face nuzzled into the bared flesh. And then the garment was gone, flung aside, and her open mouth slid lower. Elspeth jerked to the pressure, spreading her legs and welcoming the intimate tongue-touch. It made her feel regal – a queen on a throne, a queen worshipped by an adoring slave. She struggled to prolong that sensation, the delicious feeling of power. But her body was becoming insistent and she couldn't just sit there and enjoy it lazily; her buttocks lurched up off the seat as she drove the aching void of her cunt toward fulfillment, shivering and shuddering and writhing to every blissful stab of that nonstop tongue…
It was good. Damn good. But it was ending entirely too soon, she realized, too soon and too physically. There had to be more than just physical sex in this kind of relationship. Surely there were other things to do, weird things, wild and crazy things, more, more, more – things that only someone like Margalo Fitch would know shoot!
CHAPTER NINE
Having the penthouse apartment all to themselves could be a lot of fun apparently, and Kate was charmed by the way Hildy giggled and carried on. They were on their own now, since both Margalo Fitch and Inez Bellamy had gone off together to spend the night at some party. And precocious child that she was, dear little Hildy had run from room to room examining everything and going into raptures over the sheer luxury of the place. Even now she was in the big bedroom marveling over the vast array of cosmetics on the dressing table.
"Does she really use all this junk, Kate?"
"Not all. Most of it, though. And it's not just ordinary stuff, either, some of it is theatrical make-up. Would you care to try a little and put on a grown-up look?"
"I-I wouldn't know how. Sounds like fun, though."
"Want me to make you up? I'm an expert."
"Oooh, would you? Where shall I sit? This okay?" A picture of exuberant youth in her tight-fitting jeans and T-shirt, Hildy parked herself on the bench and tilted her face up. "All right, make me look glamorous."
Kate went to work on the pretty face. It needed no such help, as far as she was concerned – the sweet unspoiled beauty of the darling child was enough. But just for a lark, well, a good job was cared for. And soon she became engrossed in the project and let her imagination run wild, smearing the cosmetics on with a lavish but artistic hand. Hildy's eyes fascinated her especially, the soft brown doe-eyes with a slight slant, excellent material for the hand of any artist.
Squirming on the bench, the youngster tried to get a better view of her reflection. "Hey, what's that you're doing to me? Aren't you about finished yet?"
"Almost. But no fair peeking until it's done. I'm giving you an oriental look."
"Oh. I've already got that. The kids at school used to say I looked Chinese. Because of my eyes."
"Well, you've never looked this Chinese. There now, the final touch. Like an empress, practically. Or something like that, anyway. Only those jeans and that T-shirt hardly fit the picture, I must say. Want to take them off?"
"Aw, you just want to get me naked. You want to be my lesbian cuntlapper again, right?"
"Silly…" Kate took the girl's hand. "Come, dear, I'll help you undress. And then you can look at yourself in the big mirror, the one over there. I'll even arrange the lights for you."
"Okay. You talked me into it. But just don't try anything funny, you hear? At least not yet."
Kate drew the window draperies and adjusted the lamps to focus upon the huge full-length triple mirror. Then, carefully, she managed to pull the T-shirt off without damaging the fresh make-up. The delicate young breasts made her mouth water, but she forced herself to finish the undressing chore. "All right, sweetie, you can take a look at my masterpiece."
"Wow!"
"How do you like it?"
Nude in front of the mirror, Hildy frowned at her image. "It makes me look so mean…"
That was true, Kate realized, the exaggerated slant of the eyes turned the sweet young face into something cruel, almost. Cruel and yet terribly exciting somehow, and she felt a sensuous thrill ripple the length of her spine.
"Well, you know how it was with those Chinese empresses, darling. They were all pretty mean."
"Is that so? Okay, I'll be mean too, then. But I ought to have long fingernails now, huh? Kate, can you really do anything about that?"
"I can give you fake ones. The kind you paste on."
"No. I'm serious about this. I bite my nails and Aunt Inez keeps nagging about it. I want to let them grow."
"Oh. Well, I'll help you all I can. But let's not spoil our fun with that now, hmm? You look so beautiful standing there. A beautiful little empress."
"I'm too short, though. With make-up like this, I should be wearing shoes. The kind with heels."
"Umm… yes, that's true. And I don't have any that would fit you, I'm afraid. Tell you what maybe we can go shopping sometime soon and, I'll buy you a pair."
"Oh, you don't have to spend your money on…"
"It will give me pleasure, darling. We're friends, aren't we? Can't a friend buy a little gift for a friend? A pair of shoes for your pretty feet, that's all."
"You-you think my feet are pretty? I know you go for my pussy, sure – but my feet?"
Kate tensed. This was one of those opportunities, too good to miss. Maybe the special caress that ex cited her mistress would have the same effect on Hildy. And certainly the child did have lovely little feet, cute and kissable. Why not pursue the issue to its logical conclusion?
"I think your feet are very pretty. Pretty enough to kiss, even. I'd do it, too, if you'll let me." Smiling merrily, Kate sank to her knees. "Shall I, darling? May I kiss your pretty feet?"
There was a moment of hesitation. Then, in a voice that was like a puzzled mumble, "If you want to…"
Kate's head went low. In a deep crouch, she pressed her lips to the smooth skin. The tiny toes wiggled. One foot came up slowly as Hildy balanced on the other.
"Oooh, that feels funny."
"Ummm…" Kate's mouth opened wide. "You-you really like doing that?"
The reaction was somewhat disappointing to Kate; the youngster didn't seem at all excited, merely curious. But it was too soon to be certain, of course; and she continued the caress, sucking the cute little toes into her mouth. Laving between them with her tongue. Trying to excite her oriental empress…
"Hey, that tickles." Then, abruptly, "Is that all you want to do, just kiss my feet?"
Sudden delirium seized Kate. She kissed upward, moving over the slender ankles, the youthfully sculptured calves, the dimpled knees – how soft they felt to her lips! Ah yes, and now the marvelous young thighs, slim and dainty and sweet-scented and leading to that small silky tuft of hair, red-gold and glistening now in the concentrated lamplight…
"You gonna lap my cunt?"
"Umm… may I?"
"It's a good thing you asked."
"Eh?"
"Sometimes I'm not in the mood, you know? I'm not a lesbian like you are, Kate. So always ask first, huh?"