"No. I do not even vish this. Please take it avay, Ilse. I am not hungry this morning."
"Of course, madam."
She returned the breakfast tray to the kitchen. While she was gone, Lotte prepared the waterbed. She removed all of the covers and replaced them with a black satin sheet. Then she chose two different kinds of vibrators from her cabinet of sex aids and brought them over to the bed.
What she did not tell Ilse was that she anticipated this day each week almost as much as Ilse herself did. Ilse was the only one of her "harem" to whom she was drawn by a genuine emotional bind. She loved the beautiful servant deeply-as friend and concubine both. When she and Ilse shared their bodies she was not merely playing sex games, as with her other consorts. She was actually making love to the only person in the world-this world, anyway-whom she really loved.
When the lovely maid returned from the kitchen, Lotte motioned for her to sit beside her on the bed. Ilse complied eagerly, her face glowing with pleasure, and Lotte found herself engulfed in the most wonderful aura of rich perfume. It seemed to radiate from her entire body. She inhaled deeply, drawing the sweet bouquet into her lungs and nostrils. She could almost taste its succulent aroma on the fleshy palate of her tongue.
"Your perfume is exquisite," Lotte told her, cupping her soft cheeks between her hands. "It must acquire its flavor from your delicious body, Ilse. Let me taste it on your lips."
She drew Ilse's lovely face toward her and touched the golden lips with her own. The source of the perfume was truly her body. The luscious flavor of Ilse's moist lips filled her mistress with supreme desire. She traced their fleshy contour with her tongue, slowly and leisurely as her senses absorbed the various pleasures of the maid's intimate presence.
Lotte's naked breasts were lightly touching Ilse's nipples through the thin fabric of her summer uniform. Her palms and fingers gently caressed the maid's cheeks. Her nostrils inhaled the fragrance of her long yellow hair-so fresh and colorful it seemed to radiate light, as her body radiated heat and perfume. All of Lotte's senses were alive to the beauty and wonder of Ilse's body. She was consumed by desire for his magnificent creature. Awe-struck by the strength of her love.
Ilse must have felt similarly. Her breathing became harder as the kiss lingered on, her breasts swelling and pressing closer against her mistress' yielding flesh. Her tongue was the first to flick out between her parted teeth and caress Lotte's own serpentine lover. The entanglement of warm tongues brought their mouths together in wanton urgency. They made love to each other with lips and gums and teeth and tongue and saliva, clasped together in rapturous oral embrace.
Lotte, drew Ilse down to the bed. As the intensity of their love-making grew, she extricated her mouth from Ilse's and smothered her throat and neck with empassioned kisses. Everywhere she caressed the maid her moist tongue and lips left a coat of slick saliva. She licked the back of Ilse's ear, the lobe. She buried her tongue inside the ear's canal and reamed it hungrily. Her neck and the side of her face soon were covered with a thick coat of glossy saliva. Her copper colored flesh shined brightly as though it had just been waxed.
"I must have your body!" Lotte groaned, fumbling with the zipper in the back of Ilse's uniform. Finally she got it unzipped, clutched the shoulders of the dress in her hands and pulled it down to Ilse's waist as the maid eagerly wriggled her arms out of the sleeves. She was stunned momentarily by the sight of Ilse's incredible breasts. No matter how often she might look on them, the perfection of their contours and the ripeness of their texture and color left her breathless. They were awe-inspiring monuments to creation, Ilse's tits.
No one should be so beautiful, Lotte told herself, without the slightest jealousy or self-effacement. But thank God for Ilse and her magnificent titties. Because they are so wonderful to gaze upon and enjoy and love!
She caressed Ilse's breasts with her palms, gently at first as a wave of erogenous desire swept through her body. But she could not restrain herself for long and soon her fingers were digging into the fleshy mounds with ravenous urgency. Lotte's pussy was dribbling foam onto the front of Ilse's uniform where she straddled it with her thighs. Her crotch was pressed against her lover's snatch, separated only by the thin tissue of the dress. Her cuntal juices seeped through the material and moistened Ilse's golden tuft of silky threads. As Lotte massaged her breasts and plucked at her aroused nipples with her fingers, Ilse thrust her pussy against her mistress' quim with coital desire.
"Suck them!" Ilse instructed. "O, suck them! Let me feel your lips and tongue and teeth. Eat my wonderful titties. They are yours, my mistress!"
She grabbed Lotte around the back of the head and pulled her face down to the hollow between her breasts. Lotte pressed the warm mounds against her cheeks. She bathed her face in their intoxicating perfume. She squeezed the magnificent boobs between her palms and licked first one, then the other. She felt Ilse's body squirm beneath her with sensuous abandon. Her-long fingernails scraped at Lotte's shoulder blades.
Lotte took one of the ripe nipples in her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. She massaged the tit with all the strength in her fingers while her teeth chafed the rigid nipple, elongating it to three quarters of an inch. She sucked and chewed the ruby digit until Use cried: "No more! No more! Please!"
Instead of giving her other breast the same treatment, Lotte scooted down her body, licking her abdomen, navel-leaving a trail of shiny saliva from her breasts down to the indented slopes of her pelvis. She was too anxious to find the treasure hidden behind Ilse's golden bush to take time with her other breast.
Lotte grabbed handfuls of her lover's white uniform and pulled it down over the hips. Radiant silken threads glistened with cuntal dew a few inches below her face. Quickly she tore the dress off and threw it to the floor. Thrusting her hands against the back of lIse's thighs, she forced her knees up to her tits, held them there with her forearms, and buried her mouth like a hatchet in the maid's wet crotch.
Ilse's body juices perfumed Lotte's palate. Her tongue swam around in the cuntal reservoir like a delirious fish in a bottle of Chanel No.9. She licked her lover's labial beaches, bathed in the foaming spray that roiled from inside the turbulent venereal whirlpool. She pressed her mouth to Ilse's gasping slit and sucked the delicious juices into her own esophagul well.
"Straddle me!" Ilse cried. "I want to eat your cunt at the same time!"
Lotte eagerly changed positions. Ilse grabbed her buttocks and pulled her bushy snatch down to her ravenous mouth. She hungrily chewed on Lotte's labial meat and drank her fruity cuntal juices. Ilse was not as gentle with her mistress' quim as Lotte had been with hers. Because she saved herself all week for this singular moment, she anticipated it from day to day until her desires overwhelmed her. Now that the moment was here at last, her appetite was insatiable.
Lotte's snatch squirmed uncontrollably as the maid ate her out. She sat rigidly upright on Ilse's mouth as the rapturous convulsions inside her cunt overwhelmed her body. She fought back her orgasm for as long as possible. She wanted to let it build to a crescendo of intensity, then release the floodgate and be swept away with ecstasy. No man except Edward could eat her cunt and fill her with the same exquisite pleasure as Ilse. Because she loved no one as she loved her husband and her maid.
"Arrrgggghhhh," Lotte groaned, finding herself consumed within the dual fires of body and spirit, love and passion.
When her climax seemed imminent, she pulled back the labial folds around Ilse's swollen clitty and scraped the inflamed prong with her teeth. The maid's hips twisted and heaved with erotic pain. Lotte chewed on the clitty so she could bring her lover to a quick, feverish orgasm. The two women's runts exploded together. The intensity of their climax caused them both to jerk their heads back and shriek with heavenly ecstasy. Ilse's fingernails were like a hawk's talons as they dug into the tight knots of Lotte's buttocks.