Thursday, August 13, 2015

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 115

Mimi’s limo arrived to pick up Jessica, Jane, and Marie at about 8:30, only a little late. As the three of them swept through the lobby in their fur coats, drawing admiring stares from everyone they passed, Jessica felt like the queen of the world. She even waved regally at Josie behind the front desk; Josie waved back enthusiastically and then looked away, embarrassed.

A light snow was falling as they exited the hotel. There was no missing the limo waiting for them – it was the biggest and, somehow, the blackest that Jessica had ever seen. The driver, an enormous African-American man – at least 6 foot 6 – nodded to them and opened the door.

The three of them sat down facing the rear of the vehicle, opposite Mimi, Tara, and Blondie. Settling back into her seat – the leather was the softest she’d ever felt – Jessica suddenly found herself feeling unesy. It was like this was all too much – too decadent, beyond the pale. It was just wrong somehow. But they were here now, the car was pulling out onto the street, so she shook it off.

They all had a cocktail, and then another, as the limo left the city and cruised down a dark, tree-lined highway. Jessica had no idea where they were going, and this bothered her a little bit; she liked to be in control of these kinds of things. She could have checked her phone but made a conscious decision not to – instead she concentrated on her cool, delicious beverage and the five beautiful women she was with. Tara, in particular, looked extremely fetching that night in a chic black dress that showed off her lovely shoulders.

In her mind’s eye Jessica pictured Tara dropping to her knees, crawling across the floor of the limo, and diving between Jessica’s legs. She probably could have made this fantasy a reality by opening her mouth and asking. But at the moment she was content just to imagine, let her mind wander.

By Jessica’s reckoning it was just under an hour later when they made their way down a long, meandering driveway to an imposing old mansion – dating from the 1930s, she guessed. It looked like something out of The Great Gatsby.

After leaving the limo they climbed a flight of stairs to the front door, which was flanked by two imposing-looking men in suits and sunglasses. Mimi nodded to them and the one on the left moved his head, just barely visibly, in response. Apparently they were expected.

In the expansive foyer they were greeted by a glamorous-looking redhead in an old-fashioned red gown. She was tall to begin with and was wearing extremely high heels, so she towered over all of them, smiling pleasantly but a little intimidating nonetheless.

She took Mimi’s hand and kissed her softly on each cheek. “A pleasure to see you again.”

“I’m glad to be here,” said Mimi. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”

An older woman in a maid’s uniform took their coats, and their hostess invited them to be seated on a large sofa against one wall. “Do you have anything in particular in mind?” she asked.

Mimi shook her head. “No, let’s see the selection.”

“Very good.” The redhead walked to the corner of the room and rang a bell. Almost immediately, women began to appear, one by one, each one more beautiful than the last. Within five minutes there were maybe 25 of them arrayed across one side of the room, up the stairs leading to the second floor, and on the balcony above. Every race and color was represented, and every size – from a slip of a girl who looked about four feet tall, to a six-foot-plus amazon with powerful shoulders. Jessica shook her head in amazement.

Gesturing toward the gathered throng, Mimi said, “As our guest, first choice is yours.”

Feeling magnanimous, Jessica told Marie that she could go first. After taking a minute to look around, Marie pointed to the top of the stairs. Halfway hidden in the shadows was a black girl who Jessica hadn’t even noticed, but she could tell immediately that Marie had made an excellent choice. This woman was not just beautiful – with dark creamy skin, perfect cheekbones, and a mane of long black hair – but had a regal quality, a bearing that made her seem like mistress of all she surveyed.

The dark-skinned beauty made her way down the stairs, moving gracefully and fluidly, growing more lovely with every step closer. As she approached, Jessica could see that her eyes were an incongruous but dazzling bright blue. Despite her color there was something vaguely Asian about her features; it was almost as if all the best qualities of the world’s women had been combined in one person. When she took Marie’s hand and led her away Jessica almost followed them, but then she thought, no, let Marie have this treat to herself – she deserves it.

Jane chose next, picking a very slim, petite Asian girl who to Jessica’s eye looked Thai. Then it was Jessica’s turn, but she felt a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices. After a couple minutes of indecision, Jessica looked over at Mimi and her entourage, who were being polite but clearly growing impatient. Suddenly she was struck with an idea. She walked over and whispered in Mimi’s ear; Mimi shrugged and said, “Fine with me.”

Mimi turned to Tara and said “Your turn.” Tara knew exactly what she wanted; she pointed to a cutie in a plaid skirt with light brown hair and glasses. She looked maybe 19; she could just as well have been one of the cheerleaders back home, thought Jessica. As the girl came toward them, Mimi said to Tara, “She’s with you,” indicating Jessica.

Tara smiled and nodded her head. “Cool.”

“Hi, my name’s Ashley,” said the girl, a trace of Southern accent audible in her speech. “How are you all doing today?”

“We’re doing great,” answered Tara, unabashedly staring at Ashley’s swaying ass as she preceded them up the stairs. “I’m Tara, by the way.”

Jessica introduced herself as well, and Ashley led them to a spacious, luxuriously furnished bedroom. “Would you ladies like a drink? I can have something brought up.” Jessica asked for a martini, Tara for a margarita; Ashley picked up a tablet that was on a bedside table and fiddled with it for a few seconds before putting it back and turning to them. “So... what can I do for you today?” She emphasized the word “I,” stretching it out so it sounded like “Aaaah.”

Tara looked at Jessica, who said, “Actually, I’d just like to watch for awhile.” She took a seat at the table that occupied one corner of the room.

Tara thought for a moment and said, “You know what, me too.” She sat down in the other chair and leaned back. “Ashley, dear, why don’t you get naked for us? Slowly, please.”

Ashley obediently began to strip, starting with her blouse. She had wonderful, full tits that were encased in a black lace push-up bra. She reached behind her to unclasp it, then shrugged her shoulders and let the bra gently slide down and off. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she lifted one to her mouth and licked her nipple, looking Tara straight in the eye.

“Oh, my,” said Tara delightedly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

Ashley nodded as she raised the other breast to her mouth, this time making eye contact with Jessica.  Just then there was a knock at the door, and Ashley said. “Come on in.”

The door opened and the lady in the maid’s uniform entered bearing a tray of drinks. She sat the drinks down on the table, glanced briefly at Ashley’s naked chest, smiled at her, and left.

Jessica and Tara clinked glasses and said, “What color panties do you think she’s wearing? I say pink.”

Jessica shook her head. “White, definitely.”

They both looked over at Ashley, who lifted her skirt to display a pair of classic white cotton panties. “Damn,” said Tara. “Oh well, you can’t win them all.”

Ashley pulled the skirt up over her head and off  – it took some doing for her to get it over her boobs, but she managed. “Show us your ass,” said Tara. In response, Ashley walked over next to Tara, bending over so her butt was just inches from Tara’s face. Tara enthusiastically smacked her rump with an open hand, then hooked one finger into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down.

Once the panties hit the ground, Tara spun Ashley around to face them. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was a little darker than the hair on her head. Tara planted a kiss right on her pubis and said, “Now go sit down on the bed.” Ashley complied, smiling widely as she played with her nipples to make them harder.

“Legs apart,” ordered Tara, so Ashley reached down, put one hand on each knee, and slowly spread them. “Mmmm, nice,” said Tara, licking her lips and staring at the younger girl’s sweet pink pussy. “Now finger yourself.”

Ashley pushed a finger slowly between her pussy lips, again gazing into the eyes of each of her clients in turn. This girl is certainly not shy, thought Jessica. She found herself wondering how Ashley had gotten here... though Ashley was probably an alias, of course. She wondered if she should feel guilty about this, if this girl was being exploited. Most likely she was, but what could be done about it?

Jessica looked over at Tara. There were no such doubts in Tara’s eyes; they were burning bright with pure lust as she said to Ashley, “Show me that finger.” Ashley pulled it out of her pussy and held it in the air. “Now clean it off.”

With a knowing grin that suddenly made her seem much older, Ashley brought the finger to her mouth and extended her tongue. She slowly and carefully licked all the girl juice off it, then just sat there with her finger in her mouth, looking at once innocent and debased.

After gulping down the last of her margarita, Tara stood and approached the bed. She dropped to her knees and leaned forward to taste Ashley’s cunt. “Oh my God,” she said, prying Ashley’s labia apart with her fingers. “So good!”

Ashley gazed steadily at Jessica as Tara ate her pussy. Did she feel powerful in this moment, Jessica wondered? It seemed like she did. Tara slurped away hungrily, seemingly intoxicated by the taste of the younger girl’s slit; Ashley’s mouth had formed into an “O” and her breath had quickened a little, but she otherwise seemed calm and impassive.

Finally, though, Tara focused in on Ashley’s clit and Ashley’s eyes went glassy. She let herself fall back onto the bed and let out her first audible moan. Jessica pondered. Her pussy was burning. Should I? she thought.

To hell with it, she decided. There’s no point pretending I’m not a part of this. She stripped off her pants and panties and went to sit on Ashley’s face.

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