She heard a whimper. But that was all, just a faint distant whimper; the kiss never let up. She bent forward from the waist a little, swaying backward at the same time to rest more of her weight upon that nice soft perch. After a while, chuckling, she spread her legs apart, widening her stance to let the separate buttock halves be opened for entry. It was a movement that gave the lapping tongue leeway.
"Yesss… like that, slave. Kiss my ass!"
"Mmm… love it… mmm."
"Well, love it deeper, you hear?"
"Mmmm."
"Get that tongue in and suck!"
As though on cue, the tongue quit lapping and stiffened to a point, still soft and yet rigid enough to pry and probe, pointing and locating the hole. Hildy shuddered ecstatically as the hot wet thing squirmed in and plugged her ass. The separate halves of her bottom opened wide to take a grip on the face she was sitting upon, a grip on the nose and mouth of her burrowing slave. It made her feel grand, simply grand, and she just stood there, half seated, half leaning, all but losing herself in the thrill of the hot tongue shooting up inside her hot asshole. The high heels made her feel proud and powerful – now far more than just a token of her newly acquired adulthood. Proud and powerful and sexy. Someday maybe she would own dozens and dozens of pairs, all with these skyscraper heels. Hmm. As long as she was wishing, wouldn't it be great to have more slaves too? Dozens and dozens of slaves to do her bidding?
It was an exhilarating notion. But for now though, at this stage of her young life, one slave was enough. One very busy ass-sucking slave. That tongue was sure something! Getting her all steamed up. Soon it would be time for a little action in front, time for some good hot cuntlapping. Damn soon! Any minute now. Except for… well…
"Kate!"
"Hmm?"
"Wait here. Come when I call you."
"Oh? Darling? Are you going…"
"I'm going to the bathroom, that's where I'm going. And then I'll want you to wipe my cunt. But don't try to make any bargains with me, you hear? You'll do it because I'm telling you to – and that's the only reason. No bargains, slave."
"No… darling empress… no bargains."
"And after you wipe it, you'll suck it."
"Yes. Oh yes, I want to, I want to. Let me suck your darling little cunt."
"Yeah. My darling little pussy cunt." Then, with a coy giggle, "Oh, what the hell, you might as well come along now. Come and watch your darling little empress pee."
Hildy raced ahead, aware that Kate was scrambling along behind her but scarcely deigning to notice it. She sat down on the toilet, mildly embarrassed but rather excited by the bizarre prospect, excited in a new and different way somehow. Hastily, she performed her function and then had the slave take over. "Wipe me good now. And then suck me off. Kneel right there and suck my cunt till I come in your mouth."
"Darling! I love you."
"You know something? I should have made you lick me clean instead of using toilet paper. Do it anyway. Never mind the paper, just give me your mouth!"
"Ummm…"
Moments later there was a noise outside the door, the sound of approaching footsteps. And then a voice, shrill, bristling with impatience, "Hildy? Where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom, Aunt Inez. Be right out."
"Well, hurry up about it. I've got work for you to do. The living room is a mess."
"Yes, ma'am. I'm hurrying."
Kate was sucking madly now, and Hildy looked down at the bent head bobbing over the toilet seat and wished it could have been her aunt instead. High-and-mighty Aunt Inez sucking her cunt like a slave! And maybe getting a mouthful of piss…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The tutoring session wasn't going as well as Elspeth had anticipated. Here they were, both naked and her teacher seemed interested only in casual conversation. And did she have to keep bringing up the subject of feet all the time?
"You don't mind, do you?" Margalo shifted her body. "All right if I rest my feet in your lap like this?"
"I don't mind at all."
"Oh? It pleases you?"
Oddly enough, Elspeth did find the contact pleasing. But it puzzled her, too, the strange and unheard-of preoccupation with feet. Feet were for walking and running and dancing, not loving. But she knew what to say, though – when in doubt, toss a bouquet of flattery…
"I enjoy it. You have pretty feet."
"Hmph! That's what my maid keeps telling me. Only she says it with a lot more feeling."
"Oh. Of course. She's been with you a long time and I'm sure she loves your feet. They're very shapely. And soft and smooth, too. Really quite beautiful."
"Hmm, that's much better, my dear. I'd consider it a truly well – put compliment if it weren't for the fact that I had to drag it out of you."
"But I mean it, Margalo. Your feet are beautiful."
"Beautiful, eh? You don't seem overly anxious to fondle them. I made you do that once, remember? You kissed my feet quite nicely, too. I should think you might want to do it again some time."
"Oh…" Elspeth felt one foot move; the toes curled and the arched sole caressed her thigh. In a way, she recognized a certain excitement building up, an interesting sensation, really, even though she had just about reached the conclusion that Margalo Fitch was a bit phony as well as freaky. "I'll kiss your feet if you want me to. Do you?"
"Hah! I'll leave that decision to you. After all, I've practically wheedled you into it, isn't that so? Just being willing isn't enough, my dear." The woman shook her head, her dark locks tumbling. "Oh, this is so silly. It's getting late and we don't seem to be hitting it off today, do we? Perhaps you should come back and visit me some other time, hmm?"
Freaky and phony, maybe, but nevertheless this experienced creature was still the most intriguing lesbian around, and Elspeth had no intention of giving up and leaving so soon. In tentative propitiation, she bent part way and lifted both feet to her lips. The kiss was light at first, almost experimental – until she felt the skin quiver. Then, abruptly, sensing the need within herself now, she kissed the soft flesh ardently, eagerly, hoping to gain a more intimate privilege but still finding a unique joy in this one.
"Ah, how nice, Elspeth. I'm glad you came around to my way of thinking. You have no idea what that does to me. I'm getting warm. Hot. Is that all right, darling? Is it all right with you if I get hot and sexy?"
"Mmm… yes."
"I'll make you suck my cunt."
"Uh-huh. Love it."
"Yes indeed, you do love it. You love cunt as much as any girl I know. Oooh! You suck my toes so nicely; I really believe you're getting pleasure out of it. Don't worry about leaving, you sweet thing, take all the time you want. Make love to me slowly and beautifully."
Elspeth took time for a thousand kisses. The pretty toes, the slender ankles, the rounded calves and thickening thighs that trembled and parted invitingly – oh, it was sheer bliss to slip into this dreamy illusion of timelessness! She felt Margalo's fingers entwining and toying with her hair, delicate in their touch and yet peremptory enough in their massage. The heavy hips undulated lazily, moving in a sensuous rhythm that was immediately picked up by her lips and tongue. She burrowed and sucked slowly – and beautifully, she hoped! – but was still aware of a twinge of disappointment somehow, a loss of involvement. This thing she was doing, where was the novelty? She had done it before, and surely something new and quite different should have been forthcoming in this lesson. Something more exotic. Something to study and practice and learn…
"Elspeth."
"Hmm?"
"Let me… uh…"
"Mmm?"
"Hold it. Let me turn…" Margalo's torso went into a sinuous spiral. "There. It's all yours."
"Oh."
"You don't want to?"
"I-I…"