After a while, the youngster excused herself and trotted off to the bathroom, blushing rather becomingly but moving with an unwitting sway of hips and buttocks, incongruously sexy. As the door closed behind her, Vera's smile became a chuckle.
"Cute, isn't she? You saw the blush?"
"Uh-huh. Very pretty."
"Almost as rosy-red as your own. Nice, huh? A slave-girl who hasn't forgotten how to blush. I just hope she doesn't change. But they all do, I guess we all have to grow up."
"Like me, you mean."
"Oh, you still do it. Not as often maybe, but still as pretty as ever. And you'll probably be blushing long after the kid has had it knocked out of her. Which could be soon, I'm afraid. The tough training, you know it's bound to happen working under Solange, learning how to keep a mistress happy, learning how to suck, learning to love cunt… "
"Poor kid."
"You're sympathetic, at least. I'm glad of that. I was beginning to think you didn't like her at all, Alison. Either that or you're getting prissy again, just sitting there like a bump on a log."
"I I was just waiting for something to happen. Waiting for you to make the first move."
"Oh? In that case, we might as well start right now. Come on over here, it's more comfortable on the bed."
"Shouldn't we wait till "
"Come here! Or do I have to drag you?"
The long arm was already stretching out for her, too decisive to be ignored, and Alison found herself obeying like a puppet on a string. Sinking to the bed, she shivered rapturously as a hot-breathed whisper scorched her ear.
"There now, isn't this much better? Try to relax, darling. Relax with me now, then you'll feel relaxed and ready for Judy later. You two should get to know each other, I mean really know so that there won't be any of this stiffness between you. So that you can have her here alone sometimes, just the two of you together, you and my sexy little slave-girl. Only she'll be your slave-girl then for the night or however long you want to keep her; wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like an ever-ready little slave serving you? It's a thrill, believe me. And that's what she's been trained for, to please her mistress, even a temporary one, a mistress for just an hour maybe. You'll see."
"I-I still don't feel-"
"Let's get relaxed now. Nice and naked, hmm? Come on. What do I have to do, seduce you all over again? Aren't you my cuntlapper, my favorite cuntlapper?"
A numbness pervaded Alison's flesh and with it came the other thing, the overwhelming excitement of submission, the perverse thing that she dreaded but couldn't do without. Her clothing was already in disarray. And now she was doing it herself, undressing hurriedly and even trying to assist her lover. So that they could both be naked, all nice and naked…
"Yeah. You're hot now. Hot enough to suck me good. Oh, I do want my cunt lapped tonight. And you want to lap it. Lucky me. Lucky you. A sizzling cunt and a starving cuntlapper. You are a cuntlapper, aren't you?"
"Oh. Must we "
"Don't dodge the question. I'd like an answer."
"You know the answer. Please. Vera. Can't we wait until we're alone? Talking dirty, I mean. What if she hears us?"
"You'd better say it. Answer me. Or else I'll get mad and make you shout it out loud. You want that?"
"N-no. Please. I I'm a cuntlapper."
"You're my cuntlapper."
"Yesss… "
"My cuntlapper. Let's hear it now, once more. And you'd better not give me any trouble." Vera rose from the bed abruptly, her voice ringing with cold fury. "On your knees this time. Here! Down on your knees where you belong. Cuntlapper!"
It was a new low in humiliation. The lowest. But the excitement prevailed, mounting monstrously now, and Alison suffered in shame but dropped to the floor without further protest, an obsequious figure groveling in humble homage. "I'm your cuntlapper. Yours!"
"Oh, I like that. And so do you, I'll bet. Here then, here's my cunt be good to it, you horny cuntlapper!"
Hands grabbed and tugged, dragging Alison along as the statuesque body sagged and fell back upon the bed. It was a frenzied scramble for a moment, but she managed to retain some degree of contact throughout the maneuver even as her soul shrieked for release. There was a warm weakness inside her, a weakness that insisted on following the path of least resistance. Or was it the most pleasure? Regardless, she couldn't fight against all that power, the demand, the hands and now the clasp of those big soft thighs. Nor was she even hesitant any more as the great hairy split opened to engulf her. It seemed only natural to use her lips and mouth and tongue for this all-important caress, only natural to make an all-out effort to keep her luridly arrogant lover from blowing up. After all, wasn't she a willing and comparatively well-trained cuntlapper?
That was when it happened, just as she was about to concentrate on her now-welcome task. Not that it could have affected her performance much, judging by the flesh writhing moistly around her buried face, an undiminishing response. But it did startle her, interfering at least momentarily so remote, just a faint touch way down there on her foot! Or was it just imagination? Mildly disoriented, she took stock and realized that her body was still angled across the bed in haphazard fashion, face-down and comfortably asprawl, one leg dangling over the edge. Unmistakably now although without the benefit of any similar previous experience she recognized the unfamiliar and certainly unexpected contact as a kiss. A kiss on the foot; who but a slave-girl would do such a thing? Such a toe-tingly feeling! And wasn't it sweet of the kid to sneak in like that, softening the impact of her intrusion so unselfishly? Charming, utterly charming. And clever, too, really quite ingenious.
Alison moved a little, just enough to convey her interest in this wistfully passionate approach. She arched her foot with a tiny peremptory wriggle, hopeful and then triumphant as the wet lips parted and sucked on her toes. Eagerly submissive lips, striving to please and making her acutely conscious of new erotic possibilities. All the more so as the kiss gained confidence and began to travel. Up her leg. Toward her cunt. A cuntlapper of her own, how nice! But no, it wasn't like that at all, not in this position, and she could already feel her plump cheeks spreading open to admit those busy lips kissing my ass? and now that hot little tongue-tip was probing the crack, licking deep inside and searching for something deeper, burrowing right in back there there and it was all she could do to hang on for dear life and go on sucking cunt while her overheated rear end jiggled and jutted up for more of that deliciously sexy-dirty tongue.
Preparing for bed, Vera came to the conclusion that the evening had gone off with comparative success. Not as well as expected, though, and for that she had only herself to blame. This urge for sexual domination, was it really that necessary? Did she have to play the loud-mouthed boss every time?