Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:59:52 +0100 From: Tantala Ray Subject: Anne working Overtime 10 AWO10. - Perfection for the field tanrayb@hotmail.com It had been four months. Four months of new insight and extended perspectives. Spring had turned into summer -- and summer to autumn. So far Anne had been able to coordinate her normal, everyday life with the training sessions she attended at the institute. It had been a fantastic time, no doubt about that. She could feel the effects in every fibre of her body, in so many different ways. On Jean's recommendations she had started working out on a regular basis, not at the institute, but at a downtown gym. Along with her school activities at first, and recently with her new part- time job. Her planned role as an athletics motivator back in school had ended abruptly with her acceptance into Jean's training program. Jean had instated other girls from her class into these roles, something that made Anne quite curious and a little bit nervous. But none of them were ever accepted into the program. Nor were they doing very well as motivators. While still in school, Anne and Jean had kept a strictly "normal" relationship, and even with her new job they were a little careful in revealing how close they actually were in their private and public life. The same applied for most other activities she was involved in, like the fitness gym. That was good for variation - for seeing other people - and for her ability to build and maintain what could be considered "normal" contacts and friendships that had nothing to do with the special skills she was learning and developing up at the institute. Not that she felt it as a problem. Not at all! The training, and the women she had got to know and love at the institute... that was a world of its own. A fabulous world in which she had the possibility to see all her wildest dreams through. A world that had given her the self-confidence and inner happiness that she never thought she would experience again in her life. Just walking down the street now, made her feel like a privileged individual. There was a part of her life that no one outside the institute had any idea about, something that made her special! And gifted! There were a few things to worry about as well, of course. To begin with, her parents had gotten suspicious. A few months back they had nearly walked right in on her and Carol. They had been back at her flat, getting down to their favourite business for quite a while already. It was quite clear that they really wanted to check on her. She had completely forgotten that her mother had a key, and she had definitely never used it to just lock herself in without ringing the bell first. Luckily Carol's swift business skirt cover- operation brought things back to a normal coffee visit in a matter of seconds. It had been quite close though. And she clearly sensed that the suspicion was there. Definitely! Her mother had complained on several occasions that they almost never saw her back home anymore, and she and her father didn't really believe that it came from some increasing preoccupation with fitness. First they wanted to know if she had a new boyfriend. But eventually they seemed to accept the fact that that didn't seem to be the case. And that's when they really started to dig into her private life... in such a stupid, typical narrow- minded way. If they were really concerned about her getting into some kind of bad company, why not try to show some genuine interest? Instead of just being concerned on how it might reflect on them, especially if it would bring some kind of shame on the family! Still... they weren't the big problem though. Not really, anyway. After all they were not that bad! Just hopelessly old fashioned, that's all. No, she was much more concerned about the relationship between her two goddesses - Jean and Carol. She had noticed a very disturbing change lately. Especially after the initiation party with the other service girls. Pamela and Deb tried their best to smoothen things over, but without too much luck. Obviously Carol must have been quite harsh when she brought up the thing about Anne and herself. How Jean hadn't even mentioned her name before they met in her office at the first day of the sit- in lecture. The day that Carol got useful! True enough Carol wasn't always too good at handling difficult situations. She was a goddess in beauty and elegance, and a raging fury in bed, but definitely no top class diplomat! There simply had to be a way of bringing the two back on proper talking terms again. One way or the other. She just had to figure out how. She wasn't sure if she would be able to stand a situation where these two wonderful ladies wouldn't work together in a good fashion, and just be the superior queens that they were born to be. There simply had to be a way... Anne and Jean were sitting together in Jean's heavily upgraded reception office at the institute. Not like most other people would sit together in an office, obviously. Jean sat comfortably in the same old corner couch, while Anne had her place on the soft carpet on the floor in front of her. Anne finally had had the nerve to tell her that she preferred tea rather than coffee, so now they were sipping their tea together as they chatted lightly about how things were going in her training program. And the results were extraordinary. Anne's progress kept stunning Jean. She'd already seen quite a number of young girls through the training, and seen them reach very high skills in a pretty short time. Some were very enthusiastic, others more reluctant. But up until now very few of them had dropped out and left. Jean liked to think that was due to the fact that she and the other instructors used such a gentle and careful approach, taking time to deal with the shyness, the uncertainty, the first experiences of the touch and taste, the "I'm really no cunt- lapping slut"- feeling that always came up in a while after the first rapture, and all possible other complexes of feelings. It was no easy thing to be broken in to this kind of life style, and Jean never pretended it to be. Her girls should not just learn to do it and to like it. They should love it! It should occupy their mind and desires and be the major nutrition to their sexual needs. If not, there was absolutely no chance that the arrangement would last for more than a fairly short period of time. Even with this careful tutoring, she initially lost some promising talents after just a few months with the program, but she felt that was more because they couldn't come properly to terms with the clients that found them most to their liking, rather than the life style itself. At least that's how she understood it when crisis came, and tears and frustration surfaced back in her office. Then she was needed to convince them that this was nothing but another experience, a valuable contribution to their life, but something that had proven not to be their thing after all. Sorry Sam. Then she could send them home with a good feeling that this was understood and accepted. Maybe some day they'd be back?!? Anyway, Anne here certainly was no drop- out! She probably would make the best server she ever had. Ever! With the other regular service girls in her staff, they now made up a tam that would blow away the most discriminating of connoisseurs in her growing circle of exclusive clients. "So, Anne dear; you've been with the program for quite some time now, and your performance has been excellent, like I've already told you many times. My instructors and assistants are very pleased, and have never been so thoroughly satisfied any time before as they have been these last months. And that really says something! Up until now you have basically been developing and perfecting your fabulous oral skills, and the caresses and stimulation coming along with that." Anne nodded and carefully met her mistress' gaze. Again she had the feeling that this day was something special, and was curious what was up next. The nervousness, which she by now had managed to forget about more or less completely, was back for a moment, although she felt she could handle it much better now. "So, I think it's about time to proceed with the next step -- to use the pedagogical term - of the program. The final step, actually! Obviously, the technical part is -- and will always be - very important. But there is also the part of making your lady not just twist and moan and orgasm like a queen, but even genuinely feel like a queen! All the time! Not just at the time of the body worship, but all the time you're with her." "And there's a fine line to watch out for. Remember, you're not a slave! Not some mindless plaything. You're a partner or a chevalier obsessed with her wellbeing and comfort, her pleasure and enjoyment. You're there for her, and she should be able to totally forget about any doubts as to if she should enjoy it fully without feeling selfish or guilty. In the beginning - for those who are still not experienced clients, or ladies - that's a natural feeling, even for them, and you should help them to overcome it. That's your job! Your responsibility! In many cases that won't be a problem, but you should always be prepared anyway - like a girl scout - to make sure this part is okay." Jean smiled down at Anne, and the girl now felt she knew quite well what was coming up next. Once again it was exactly what she was hoping for too. "So, to be more specific; the task will be to build the right mood around the service situation and the lovemaking you will be doing. And lovemaking is still the key." "No matter what impressions you may have got from different kinds of lousy pornography, there are a few, simple facts to observe about our `brand' of lovemaking. Maybe you could say that it's a lack of fantasy or inspiration, but the fact of the matter is that the lady mostly wants just that; Lovemaking. She will want long and relaxing sessions, with the focus on her pleasures only. She will want gentle attention and oral ministration for hours, a patient tongue to make her flow weightlessly in a universe of wonderful feelings -- that's a good one I don't use to often! -- and to know by intuition when the time is right to build her up for a new orgasm. And then, of course, the target is always total satisfaction. It happens, obviously, that she will be in need of a quickie on the run, and that can be even more challenging. But most of the time you're in for longer sessions." Jean picked up a card from her purse. "Pam has set up a meeting with one of our regular clients for Friday night, if that's suitable for you. It will be at this address." She handed the card over to Anne. "I suggest we meet at Chess at least half an hour in advance, and I'll go with you to introduce you to the client and see it all off." Jean smiled. "You're in for the mood- part, young lady. Now the real fun begins!" Anne smiled back happily, and got up for the tea can. Jean seemed to be more tireless than ever in her efforts to familiarize Anne with all aspects of the service she would be doing from now on. As she parked her car up front and came into the pub where Anne was waiting, she hardly had found her place opposite to her before she started another monologue on the background and idea around the main business concept -- as she called it. But Anne didn't mind at all, because now she was bringing up something that she herself had been wondering about, but even after so long time didn't dare to ask yet. "Remember back at the Institute, I talked about how my -- sorry, our -- clients liked the services we provide. That they like it -- among other things - because they simply know that they can get it." She appeared to be nearly as nervous as Anne thought she could possibly be. Maybe she was just a little bit breathless from her hasty entrance into the pub? She looked ravishing with another light grey executive suit, complete with a white silk scarf and deep wine- red, high-heeled shoes. Some person to look up to. The supreme leader of the Pac! "Well, I didn't think so myself, and I was really surprised. It's not the most logical thing that there will be a lot of girls wanting -- even fantasizing -- about satisfying other women. And especially not younger girls wanting to service older women!" Jean suddenly realised that she had been talking quite loud, and looked around herself slightly embarrassed before she smiled, bent over the table a little, grabbed her hands - like she'd developed a habit to do - and continued with an almost whispering voice. "But -- as you know yourself - there's a huge dream out there! Apparently a lot of girls have fantasies in this direction. Normally it remains a fantasy, but with us they have a possibility to do something about it in a safe environment where someone brings them together with the ladies of these fantasies. And - the best of it all - with ladies who know how to appreciate and enjoy it. Without any questions, or any other personal involvement other than the sex itself. At least not in the beginning. This seems to be a remarkably successful match. And, to be perfectly honest with you; later on, when they get to know each other better, there can be all kinds of relationships developing. I even think that I -- despite of all my efforts - might have right out lost a few of my girls to some of my clients, in the way that they seem to have developed a kind of a love affair, that is. That's inconvenient, obviously, because it reduces the capacity and flexibility of our services. But on the other hand, client satisfaction is higher, and they're still paying, so in the end it's not really any serious trouble to the business. At least it hasn't been so far." Jean drew her breath after her lecture and smiled again. "So, as you perfectly well know by now, you're not alone in this wide world!" Anne couldn't say she felt any better after Jean's monologue, if that had been the intention. Sure it was a comfort to know that there was many more who shared her fantasies, but again she got this feeling of being reduced to a tool for her friend's business. That was a problem, because she started to realize that the enjoyment and passion she experienced from all of this, was much more important to her than the business it got them. Even if she would be a part of it. This was much, much more than simple business, and she had got a feeling that Jean seemed to forget that. Even Carol, actually. It wasn't really something that made her doubt if she would continue to go with the program, but she decided to try to give Jean some feedback about this when time and situation was right. It was time to start watching out a little bit, so she wasn't being exploited for Jean's purposes only. And she was more determent than ever to try to figure out if it could have something to do with her relationship with Carol! After a cup of coffee and a brief introduction of the client and the task ahead, it was time to be off to the new lecture. Anne hadn't felt nervous at all up until now, but she felt the familiar heavy heartbeats as they left the pub and stood outside in the street. To her surprise they didn't get into the car, but continued down the sidewalk for about ten minutes, until they stood in front of an elegant apartment house about three blocks away. Jean went up the stairs, and rang one of the bells until a familiar humming indicated that the front door was open. She held the door open to Anne, and they both strolled over to the elevator at the opposite side. Upstairs a very tall woman dressed in an elegant dark green business suit met them at the apartment door. Anne thought she could be slightly over forty, very good looking with prominent earrings and discreet make-up in matching colours, revealing a style that to Anne was nice, though a little bit strange for her taste. Again Jean had got her a lady to admire and look up to. An ideal person to further help build her character and skills. "This is actually a company apartment now," Jean told her after they were introduced. "We've had it for almost three months, and used it for the part of the program that you are about to enter now." She smiled broadly at the lady beside her; "Bridget is one of our best clients. She's almost insatiable!" They laughed and hugged each other convivially before Jean continued; "It wasn't very hard to get her to volunteer for a free one, joining in as one of our special instructors for the final and more sophisticated part of the training. In fact, it was quite easy!" Again the two of them shared a long, heartily laugh. Anne could clearly see the fervour in the lady's eyes, and she sensed from the way her personality made her feel, that she would not be easily satisfied! At first glance, Bridget gave a somewhat cool and arrogant impression, but within the first few minutes the ice was more or less broken, and she thought she sensed a certain openness and frankness about her. She was happy to realize that she would probably end up liking her just as much as the others back at the institute. The now familiar surge of excitement warmed her entire body as she felt things were again right for a wonderful session of real lovemaking - real pleasure providing - within the familiar settings that Jean so masterfully created. It didn't take long until lights were down, candles were lit, muted classical music sounded from the stereo, and Jean and Bridget had taken off their jackets and gotten comfortably seated on a black leather corner couch in the small, but elegant living room. Jean instructed Anne with kind and patient commands how to prepare and serve red wine as well as an elegant tray of fruit and cheese. Ann tried to work swift and effective. It was a problem, naturally, that she didn't know her way around this kitchen, but after a while she felt she managed fairly well. And when everything was to the ladies' satisfaction, she sat down on the huge rug right in front of the couch. The inferior position that clearly was an essential part of the next step of the program. Bridget handed over her own glass of wine. The three -- or first and foremost two - of them chatted for a while. Anne listened in, and answered when addressed, as she had learned. She made sure not to drink out her own glass, but to refill the glasses of her mistresses as soon as they were close to half full. Anne could feel Bridget's excitement, and when Jean's eyes told her the time was right, she knew she was expected to make the move. She started with asking for permission to take off her client's shoes to kiss her feet. As Jean nodded and complemented her initiative, Anne noticed how Bridget trembled lightly with excitement. Her breathing got heavier, and when Anne touched the upper calf of her crossed legs to start removing her shoe, a small jerk made the tip of the shoe almost hit her nose as she bent over it. When the first shoe was off, both legs came graciously down on the floor to allow Anne to remove the other. Then she carefully lifted one foot to her lips and started kissing it lovingly. There wasn't even the slightest hint of any uncomfortable odours. Another contribution to the impression of a kind of superior class. As she let her other hand gently slide up to the knee and massage the calf, she noted that the leg was perfectly shaved. When she kissed her way up towards the knee, she vaguely sensed the smell of the hair removal wax through the discrete perfume. Bridget's trembling became stronger as Anne painstakingly slowly approached and then reached her knee. The woman moaned and grabbed Jean by the hand as she let her thighs slip apart as far as her skirt would allow, giving Anne a peek of the curls of her uncovered pubic mound hidden in the deep shadow up under it. At that point, Anne's mounting excitement made her breathing a bit heaving too. But she kept playing her part... gently, tenderly... veeery slowly. All in order to sustain an erotically charged mood; a mood emphasizing the relaxed attention of a truly romantic approach. At least as romantic an approach as possibly could be! When she came as far as to the edge of the skirt, she proceeded to brush it gently upwards to allow her lips to follow their path further up along the naked skin. She really couldn't stop her own quite inconceivable trembling any more. Still they both played along though, with the lady sitting as calm and dignified as she possibly could, gently stroking Anne's hair and neck with her free hand. All until the skirt would come no higher just by the light push. Some cooperation was called for. But not until the upper part of both thighs had had their full share of wet kisses and tongue flicks. Until there was no way that the two of them could stand it any longer. Then, finally, Bridget lifted her butt from the couch for a moment, allowing Anne to slide the skirt all the way up to her waist in one well- trained rustle. When she bumped down with a soft sigh, she picking up her glass again, and took a sip with a shaky hand. As she put it down and relaxed a little bit, the thighs finally parted enough to allow Anne's glowing face all the way; all the exciting way up the wonderful path, where she was greeted warmly by that intoxicating odour of arousal. Anne just couldn't wait any longer; she buried her face in the moist crack of the soaking pussy. She remembered to be gentle though, at least after a few seconds. Controlling her ferocity by quickly establishing a very slow rhythm of tongue strokes just in and out the length of the love channel, using all those special skills she had developed so amazingly during the training program. She couldn't quite stop her trembling though, and she knew she would need some time between these wonderful legs to calm down enough to completely relax and enjoy the task at hand. Bridget had let out a little squeal of surprise and joy at the sudden attack from her young lover, almost spilling some of her wine as it happened. She soon regained control, though, and found herself a perfect position to enjoy the next hour with maximum comfort. The foreplay had been an intense and extremely horny experience to her. She just wished that the final mouth to pussy contact had been even a little more gentle and loving. But now the wonderful mouth heat spread throughout her body, and nothing in this wild world could stop her from sinking back and just drown in the feeling of consummate pleasure. Jean asked her if she felt okay, and she could do nothing but nod meekly and take another careful sip from her glass as she relaxed and looked down at the bobbing head in front of her with dizzy eyes. Even though the room had an ideal temperature for sessions like this, Bridget felt the wet spots under and around Anne's skilfully working lips and tongue eventually get a little cold. She subsequently let herself slide a bit further down, pulling down and unzipping her skirt in the side half way down. Then she took its freed folds and spread it over Anne's head to cover herself a little better. That allowed her to spread her legs a bit wider again, opening herself further and allowing that wonderful tongue to dive in even deeper. Then her breath caught in her throat as she experienced one of Anne's famous full penetration tongue thrusts, filling her up almost completely for a long, breathless moment, making her dwell in the intense sexuality of the extreme sensation. Then the lazy in- and out sliding picked up, kind of stuffing her belly obscenely wonderfully for each inward push. Bridget started moaning, and grabbed Jeans hand in hers again. She felt this was going too fast, and she didn't want to blow off almost before they got started. That was exactly what was going to happen if this continued for just a few more minutes! No woman could stand an intensity like this... It was just impossible! Jean immediately got the signals, and decided it was time to intervene. If things finished too soon this would be nothing but simply another wet lecture from the institute, just in a different setting. As the lady's hips started living their own life, she quickly uncovered Anne's head and put her fingers at her forehead as she gently whispered her name. Like so many times before, she almost had to laugh when she saw the intense concentration in the girl's eyes, and the way her face was up to her ears in soaking pussy. Finally she managed to get her attention and have her stop the rhythmic tongue work at the very moment the hips in front of her started bucking and the belly muscles tightening unmistakably. Anne already knew very well never to stop her tongue work completely when interrupted. That would be right out painful for her lady. Instead she immediately tried to ease it somewhat, and let it slide flat and wet around the entrance to the pink channel, in safe distance from the protruding clit. Jean nodded and smiled gingerly at her with convivial approval shining in her glowing eyes. The lady came down just slowly, almost reluctantly, hardly able to grab her glass for another sip of her wine. Jean returned out of nowhere with a soft towel for Anne. The girl carefully dried and tended the woman's soaked pussy, at the same time using the tip of her tongue to tease the pink cleft and the groove at both sides of the clit. Bridget was still half lying on the couch, with one leg on the floor, and the other spread over Jean's lap. Her eyes were shut; her mouth half open, hear breathing deep and regular, and small jerks surged through her body as she experienced intense minishocks of tension and pleasure. Finally she opened her eyes and looked over at Jean. "Phhieeeww, this darling of yours is really something!" she breathed, patting her forehead lightly with another towel Jean had retrieved. "I thought I`d got used to real quality service by now, but this is better than anything I've ever had so far." She looked down at Anne, meeting her smiling eyes and revelling in the extraordinary erotic sight of the girl's head resting lightly against her upper right thigh as the wonderful tongue played lazy games between her soaked love lips. The initial tongue ride had been much too intense to stand for any longer period of time, but now she actually started to feel a little empty and cold again. Anne often used this very gentle technique in class when her instructor was recovering from orgasm, in order to prepare her for the next lecture. To Bridget this titillation was just a little bit too light to keep up the stimulation she needed to go on. She put her glass back down, and slowly let her hands wander down her body to the young girl's hair. As she lovingly stroked the fair locks, she very gently guided the head into a better position, where Anne's tongue could play a little firmer against her urethra and the grooves around her clit. As always, Anne immediately found the perfect level of intensity, using the tip of her fantastic tongue to eventually tease the shaft and hood of the pulsing nodule, sometimes getting dangerously close, but never actually hitting the trigger spot itself. Then she flattened her tongue and lazily massaged the area from the vaginal entrance and up to right under the critical zone until it was thoroughly soaked, then went back to push the whole length into the warm depths of the love channel. Then up again. Within a few minutes Bridget was again breathing heavily under this lazy treatment, fondling her tits through the thin fabric of her white, tailored shirt, excitedly looking down to follow Anne's every move between her legs. The feelings again started glowing, and her pleasure- voracious body instinctively aimed for a new race towards ecstasy. This strumpet really made it completely impossible just to lie back and enjoy her services over a longer period of time. Her body seemed to develop a will of its own under this extraordinary skilled treatment. Although she and Jean had agreed to make this a really slow and sensuous session, she decided that she simply couldn't resist taking it over to her favourite position for her first orgasm. Jean would just have to understand. And afterwards, with her nerves a little calmer, she would be able to enjoy a more controlled love- session, according to Jean's expectations. "Anne, please," she sighed, grabbing her white towel again. Anne, as usual deeply concentrated on her work, looked up in surprise as she felt the lady's hand on her forehead, gently pushing her away. "Anne, listen; let's get over to the other chair... Hurry!" As Anne's mouth was released from the gaping pussy lips once again, Bridget hurriedly pressed the towel to her crotch as she struggled to her feet, holding Anne's neck in a firm grip. Knowing the woman's kinks, Jean immediately knew what she was up to. Although it was not what they had agreed about, she felt in no position to protest. She probably should have known that it necessarily would take a second run for Bridget to get the strength and self control required to keep her part of the deal. Grabbing Anne's hand, Bridget led her over to the black leather recliner - all the time holding the towel against her leaking pussy. Like the corner couch, the recliner had broad, soft armrests. It had been strategically placed at the opposite side of the huge rug covering the floor of the entire corner section. Bridget put the towel down on one of the armrests, raised her skirt, turned around and let herself fall backwards with another deep sigh. As she motioned for Anne to find her place on the rug in front of her, she lifted her legs high and let them slip out to wide against each armrest, lewdly exposing all of her intimate self to Anne's hot eyes. Before she could move to urge Anne to continue her work, the girl was back in up to her ears, taking her by surprise the second time during their overheated lovemaking. The fantastic tongue drilled all the way up her belly, making her thighs tense and her breath hitch - again. The girl only managed to make a few of her murderous full length tongue strokes before Bridget grabbed her head and breathlessly asked her to slow down. Jean couldn't help but being displeased at what she saw, and felt that the whole lecture was getting totally out of hand. She had expected Anne to be able to control her feelings better than this too, and remember at least some of the intentions of this session. After all she was not a total novice any more. And it in fact was a session -- after all; a part of her training. Nothing more, nothing less. Absolutely no wild, passionate lovemaking frenzy! But now both of them had forgotten completely what they were there for! They were moving more or less automatically by now; two bitches in heat, apparently unable to break their path directly towards a first, thunderous orgasm. As requested, Anne slowed down a little, but she was so hot and wild for this woman that she had to use all her strength to stop herself from fucking her senseless. Bridget held her head with both hands until she had settled back down to a slow tongue titillation in between her pussy lips. When she felt she had regained some kind of self-control, she let go of the girl's head and started massaging her own nipples. Her knees were almost up to her ears by now, leaving her totally exposed to the girl's active tongue. Anne felt her blood boiling! She was so incredibly hot for this body that she could scream of joy! She had forgotten everything about Jean. Everything but what she was doing right there and then! Holding the powerful buttocks in her hands, she flattened her tongue and let it slide wetly up and down the full length of the gaping slit, all the way from the rosebud nether hole up to the clit, swirling her tongue a little at both ends in between. Playing out all her registry of skills! Having fleshy pussy lips yielding meekly to the side as she applied tongue pressure up and down, thighs and buttocks trembling and jerking under her palms as the sensitive spots were attacked. Tits rising and falling with the rasping breaths of passion above her. Lustful sighs and gasps ringing in her ears... She was almost afraid to go too much at her clit, knowing that a premature climax would bring this fantastic experience to an abrupt end far too soon. But then again there was the mind-blasting desire to increase her lady's pleasure as much as humanly possible -- at all times! Nothing could match that... Nothing! Still she felt she should relax the intensity somewhat, and she tried to settle down to a kind of an almost rhythmic tonguing of the pink inside of the gaping opening, focusing carefully on the area right under the urethra. In between she washed over the delicious pussy lips and teased the rosebud asshole with a playful tongue tip, then picking up again - patiently, hungrily - feeding on the very source of the lady's pleasure. She tried to adjust her stimulation to an optimal level by carefully following the intensity of vibration and shudders in buttocks and thighs living their own life under her sensitive fingertips. Bridget was sprawled like a dead octopus all over the deep recliner, her legs spread wide and heavily on each armrest. Her body now bucked gently and lazily to the rhythm of Anne's ministrations, its shudders and small jerks coming and going as the two of them worked their way through what was by now nothing but a wild and uncontrolled love session. The lady's feelings churned in numbing waves throughout her body, making her toes curl in her high heeled shoes and her hands wander all over; from grasping aimlessly over the cushion of the armrests to kneading her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. At one point, when a special flick of the tongue caused a wave of pleasure so intense that she almost passed the edge, she just couldn't help but grabbing that bobbing head and mash the face deep into her pussy. She managed to regain a kind of control once more, and let that magnificent head go back to doing the work it knew best. She wanted to cum in that mouth so bad she could yell out her passion, but then again she knew a little of the thrill would be gone. She just had to survive a few more minutes! But that was all she could take too. That hard working tongue broke down her last defences without even touching her clit! It had been focusing on the spot around the urethra, directly at the shaft of the clit; making short sweeps up into the grooves at each side of that critical spot, massaging intensely, then returning to deep, digging licks in the depths of her folds again. She thought she had some kind of control, until she suddenly felt the explosion rush upon her without any kind of prior warning. She just managed to draw her breath and tighten her fists around some fair locks of hair before it all hit her like a fist in the belly. She threw her head back, shot her chest up in the air and screamed from the bottom of her heart. The hips started bucking wildly against Anne's mouth as the first spurt of cum juice shot into her mouth with such force she almost lost her breath. She managed to counterattack, however, flicking her tongue in a few powerful strokes directly over the top of the clit, right under the hood, sending the lady into a cramp of ecstasy she had never ever experienced before. The grip in her hair tightened so brutally that Anne felt like her head would be torn off. And the thighs locking like a clamp around her head prevented any attempts to ease some of the agonizing pain as new squirts of hot pussy juice almost filled her mouth completely. As she swallowed the best she could, Bridget held this cramped position in an endless moment, her body shaking, her head wallowing and some guttural sounds squeezing their way out between tightly clenched teeth. Anne went for it with all her strength. With pain and passion competing in taking her breath away, she set up a murderous intensity of tongue flicking over the defencelessly exposed clit, interrupted only by occasional thrusts into the depths. Swallowing the juices as they kept squirting into her mouth. Pulling the lady hard against her face with a firm grip with both hands around her waist. She had provided a lot of orgasms up to this point, but this ecstasy could hardly match anything she had seen so far. She felt the heat boiling in her own crotch, and suddenly realised that she was going to loose control! Luckily her mistress at that moment yelled out her name and started another long series of wild humping and trashing all over the chair. So, as the pulsing heat in her own body flowed over into a mind- shattering orgasm, she was able to press in her face still deeper, and at least partly suppress a strained groan of total abandonment. She made a fruitless effort to squeeze her legs together and stop her wildly pumping hips, all in an effort to cover it up to Jean. But then the pussy on her face made a particularly violent upward bounce that hit her nose and blocked her attempts to get som air. At the same time her mouth overfilled with more squirts of cum juice. The liquid threatened to leak out past her lips and spill down her cheeks. She knew just too well how such things would cause an unpleasant slick feeling to Bridget, and this made her loose her concentration a split second. Just enough for her orgasm to totally overwhelm her! She managed to gulp down the mouthfuls somehow, but her hips had a real workout, clearly betraying her body's refusal to obey her. She desperately tried to stop it by pressing her belly down towards the floor, but this almost caused her spine to fracture as the next moment a new set of powerful bounces tilted her head around like a feather in a jet stream. Sprawling about like an idiot, she finally found a position... crouched together on her knees, pressing her ass down hard on her heels as she continued to take the bucking woman over the final peak and then started to follow her all the way down again. Bridget lay spread- eagled all over the chair, her belly and tits swaying heavily with her hoarse breathing. Anne felt the crazy, melting sensation drain out of her own body at the same time the woman's hands slowly let go of her hair. She managed to stay in position, lovingly tonguing the lower part of the soaked cleft, desperately trying to catch up with her own breathing. She felt Jean's eyes literarily burn her back, and was positive that she must have understood what happened to her. Finally Bridget lifted her head and looked over at Jean with a meek smile. "Pheew, that was something," she moaned, drawing the back of her hand over her forehead. She immediately noticed the expression on Jean's face and abruptly started working herself up on her elbows. Suddenly she recalled everything about what she had promised: romantic, gentle, soft atmosphere... with candlelight and wine, with sweet talking, encouragement and controlled, distinguished passion... She looked down at Anne, meeting her adoring eyes through her furry, but well-trimmed pubic bush... then back at Jean. Shit!!! For a moment she almost panicked. Would Jean shut her out? That would be disastrous! Sure she could buy the services she needed like any other client, but with her financial situation, that would not be very often. "Uh... I -- I'm sorry... I got a little ... carried away... I did... I should... you - you know..." She continued to work herself up into a sitting position, while Anne faithfully stayed with her, docily licking the juices still leaking copiously from her pussy. Jean immediately felt some of her anger fade. It was obvious that her friend had just lost all control under the girl's skilled treatment, plainly, like she had actually done herself... Simply lost control. Just a sex- starved woman giving in to her most primitive passions. Maybe it was her own fault, overestimating the level of self-control with some of her volunteers. Looking over at the silly looking woman trying to excuse herself with a sheepish expression on her face, she decided to cut her a break, but at the same time give her a little scare so she would remember her role a little better in the future... Roaring silence. Jean deliberately sat there without saying a word, looking over at her with a completely expressionless face, joyfully observing how the growing desperation literally illuminated those dark eyes. A little bit longer still... until she let her face melt into a broad smile. "You're incorrigible Bridge," she told her as she reached out to fill her glass from the almost empty bottle. "Now as you're a little relaxed, you could perhaps care to try to do what we happened to agree about?" "Yes... yes of course!" The tensed atmosphere quickly evaporated. Bridget reached down between her legs to capture Anne's face in her hands. As she replaced the gently lapping tongue with the towel, she lifted the girl's face up to hers with a firm finger under the cheek. They shared a deep and loving kiss. Then the woman got up and got back into the corner section beside Jean, leading Anne behind her. "You know... I really have to admit that I totally forgot about time and place. I've never experienced a service girl like Anne!" She let the girl refill her glass with the last drops from the bottle. "No kidding?!?" "Well, there's no need to be ironic. Like you said, I think I can still fulfil my part quite well now as I've had the chance to calm my nerves a bit. After all I'm not Supergirl." There were some more minutes of friendly quarrelling and exchange of slightly ironical remarks as Anne was allowed to clean up a bit and fetch a bottle of champagne for the cooler. It had started to darken outside, and Jean had opened the blinds and put new candles on the table. Mozart's Piano Concert no. 21 played discreetly in the background. Things were set for a new attempt to drill in romantic approaches! This time they managed perfectly! Under Jean's critical eyes, the two lovers found each other in new, loving embraces that felt completely natural and real. They all knew that at the end of the day a romantic love session was something that couldn't be done on command. By late evening Bridget had had a number of very intense orgasms. But they all came from a gentle and loving -- and still very passionate -- build up, and an identically caring relaxation and recovery period in between. Anne enjoyed herself immensely, loosing herself totally in the hot maturity and demanding passions of this voluptuous woman. For long periods of time she even forgot that Jean was sitting right next to them. Especially when her expert deep tongue penetrations made that pussy shudder and tremble and meet her thrusts with heavy hips. But Jean was definitely there, and the ultimate reward for her effort came when she had left Bridget totally exhausted after her last, mind-shattering orgasm. The woman of her life needed her attention badly, and hungrily accepted her into her own hot embrace. Soon they melted together in the perfect unity they felt only the two of them could create. And one that this time lasted way too short as Jean's pent up passion triggered an explosion as powerful as they hadn't experienced it together in a long, long time. Their love after all was the ultimate thing... and that was all just beginning! Or was it?