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An inspiration suddenly struck Jessica. “Nobody move,” she called out to her “actors,” and nobody did.

Picking up the nun’s habit from where it lay on the floor, Jessica whispered a few words into Jane’s ear and strode out of the room. For a minute it was like the set of a real porn movie — three naked girls waiting around between takes, unsure of what to do with themselves.

Then Jessica appeared wearing the habit, and just like that, they were all back in character. The camera remained off, sitting on the coffee table; this scene was just for fun.

Looking at Jane, Jessica said sternly “Sister, what’s going on here?” Jane, looking sheepish, stuttered out a few syllables before Jessica cut her off. “Never mind, I can see perfectly well what you’ve been doing. You know the consequences.” To Marie and Celeste she said, “You two — up!”

The two girls scrambled to obey, and once they were out of the way Jessica said to Jane, “Hands on the desk, Sister.” Jane complied and Jessica, gripping her by the hips, pulled her back so that her ass was sticking out more. Then Jessica picked up the ruler and whacked it a couple times on her palm.

Jane glanced back over her shoulder, trying her best to look scared. The truth was that she was ready for a good spanking. Nevertheless she gritted her teeth and gasped when the first blow landed.

Jessica did not hold back, and soon both of Jane’s cheeks were glowing bright red. Marie and Celeste sat together watching, whispering, still pretending they were two schoolgirls watching their teacher be punished. They both responded viscerally to what they were seeing, nipples stiffening, pussies lubricating.

Jessica sat the ruler down and penetrated Jane with one finger, then two. Jane grunted and moved her hands to grip the side of the desk as Jessica finger-fucked her hard and fast. Then, in one swift motion, Jessica lifted Jane and flipped her so she was on her back on the desk, her head hanging off one edge. Lifting her habit, Jessica took a step forward and gripped Jane’s head between her thighs.

A muffled “Mmmph” escaped Jane’s mouth as she began to hungrily slurp her mistress’s pussy. Jessica pointed to Marie and indicated that she was to move around and go down on Jane, which she promptly did. Celeste, acting on her own initiative, came up behind Jessica and pulled the habit up and off. She embraced Jessica from behind, her boobs pressing into Jessica’s back, cupping Jessica’s breasts with both hands.

There was no more play-acting at this point – it was real passion, real lust. Jessica felt Celeste nuzzling into her neck as Jane’s tongue pushed up inside her. Then Celeste’s finger was touching her clit and she was coming, explosively, leaning back into Celeste for support. She relaxed and went limp, content for once to be vulnerable, letting her weight fall back against Celeste’s strength.

* * *

Having enjoyed their movie night so much, Rebecca asked Tanya if they could do it again Friday night. Tanya agreed, though not without some hesitation; she’d had some uncomfortable moments the previous night. Rebecca went on to ask if they could get something from the video store, just for a change in pace. In fact, Rebecca had a plan; she’d looked up lesbian-oriented movies on the internet, and she knew exactly what she wanted to get.

At the video store, Rebecca handed the DVD of Blue Is the Warmest Color to Tanya, saying “I read that this one is really good.” When Tanya went to check out, the cashier — a tall and striking black girl whose nametag read “Ana” — gave her a funny look. She assumed that the girls with Tanya were her daughters, and wondered what they would think of the explicit lesbian sex scenes in the movie they were getting.

“I hope you enjoy it,” said Ana.

“Thanks,” replied Tanya. “Have a good night.”

Back at home Tanya made popcorn and, feeling festive, opened a bottle of white wine. She poured herself a big glass and, after a moment’s hesitation, asked Rebecca and Rose if they wanted some. She knew that technically she was not supposed to do that, as neither girl was yet 21; but she hated drinking alone and she felt like this was a safe environment for them to experiment with alcohol. After all, most girls their age had been drinking for years already, whatever the law said.

After talking it over for a minute Rebecca and Rose said sure, they’d love to have some wine. Tanya poured them each a small glass and they adjourned to the living room, turning down the lights and starting the movie.

* * *

Olivia, Claire, and Tara, meanwhile, had met up in front of Mimi’s. Without consciously coordinating it, they had all dressed entirely in black, like the burglars they sort of were. There were dozens of cars parked all around, loud music was booming from an upstairs window, and there was a festive feeling in the air. They felt confident that no one was paying any attention to them.

With Tara leading the way, they slipped in through the back door and made their way down a darkened hallway to the computer room. Tara unlocked the door and they went in, Claire going immediately to boot up one of the machines. The startup noise echoed noisily through the quiet room, making them all jump, then gradually subsided.

As Claire worked at the computer with Tara looking over her shoulder, Olivia went to the door, which they had brought to but not closed. Cracking it open, intending to look down the hall, she found herself staring into the barrel of a gun.

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When Serena and Annalise arrived at Lexi’s house she was hard at work in the kitchen, wearing a cheesy apron that said “Kiss the Cook.” She pointed them to a bottle of wine sitting open on the counter and told them to help themselves, she would be done in a few minutes. So Annalise poured them both glasses and they went to sit in the living room, as Lexi’s kitchen was too small to hang around in.

The grandfather clock in the living room had just struck 8 when Lexi appeared, apronless, looking incredibly cute in a miniskirt and tight sweater that showed off her boobs. They sat and caught up for a few minutes, then Lexi ushered Serena and Annalise into the dining room and began to serve the meal. They had salad, steak, potatoes, and roasted vegetables — simple food, but very well done. The two older women both heaped praise on the quality of Lexi’s cooking, and she beamed, feeling proud.

When they were finished Lexi asked Annalise and Serena to wait in the living room while she cleared the table and got dessert ready. They both offered to help but Lexi waved them off. “No, I got this,” she insisted.

So they went out to the living room and sat down to digest and share the last of the wine. 10 or so minutes later they heard Lexi’s voice calling from the dining room: “Ready!”

Returning to the dining room, both Serena and Annalise did a double-take at the spectacle that awaited them. Lexi was stretched out naked on the table, her breasts covered with chocolate, her pelvis and thighs with whipped cream and strawberries; a long, thick banana protruded from her pussy.

Serena and Annalise looked at each other and shook their heads. Well, what could they do? They took up positions on either side of the table and leaned down to help themselves.

* * *

Meanwhile, over at Jessica’s, filming was just about to get underway. Jane was dressed in a nun’s habit, Marie and Celeste in slutty schoolgirl outfits (short plaid skirts, white blouses and socks). Jessica was working the camera and, as always, directing the action.

The scenario Jessica had come up with dictated that Jane, the oldest of the three, be the authority figure. Unknown to Jessica, Jane had actually done quite a bit of acting in her time, including high school and college plays and even some community theater. She felt very comfortable playing a role, maybe more comfortable than she did in everyday life.

They discussed in general terms what would happen in the scene, and Marie then explained to Celeste in French. When everyone felt ready, Jessica yelled “Action!” and started the camera.

To begin with, Jane was seated behind a desk, holding a wooden ruler that she gently tapped against her other hand. Marie and Celeste entered and stood before the desk.

“You wanted to see us, Sister?” said Marie nervously.

“Yes,” answered Jane. “Yes I did. What’s this I hear about you two smoking in the girls’ room?”

Marie frowned. “It was just the one time, Sister, I swear, we’ll never...”

Jane cut her off. “Maybe so, but punishment in these cases is not optional. Hands on the desk, girls.”

Marie and Celeste obeyed and Jane rose, walking around the desk to stand behind them. She lifted both of their skirts to reveal skimpy white cotton panties. Raising the ruler, Jane smacked first Marie’s ass, then Celeste’s. They each whimpered quietly. Jane’s next blow on both rears was harder, her third harder still.

Sitting down the ruler for a second, Jane reached over and pulled both girls’ panties down around their thighs. Then she resumed spanking their naked butts, making each squeal in turn as the ruler landed on their tender flesh. The contrast between Marie’s pale white ass and Celeste’s mahogany brown one made for a lovely composition, Jessica thought.

There was a devilish gleam in Jane’s eyes as she punished the two younger women. Over a period of minutes, it turned to an expression of pure lust. Sitting the ruler down, she pushed one hand between Marie’s thighs and one between Celeste’s. Both girls leaned forward onto the desk and moaned as Jane fingered them.

Jessica picked up the camera and moved around to the other side of the desk so she could film Marie and Celeste’s faces contorting in pleasure as they were manually penetrated by the “nun” behind them. Jessica smiled; they were all three naturals on camera, and the video was coming out better than she could have imagined.

Jane pulled her fingers out of the two girls and stood for a minute eagerly licking one hand clean, then the other, ostentatiously savoring the flavor of their juices. Then she lifted the habit up over her head and off. She was naked underneath, her nipples jutting out sharply. She moved over between the girls and the desk and pulled Marie’s head to one breast, Celeste’s to the other. Jessica moved back around to the other side of the desk to capture them licking and sucking Jane’s tits.

Now Jane sank back onto the desk and spread her legs wide. The sight of her pussy, bright pink and glistening wet, made Jessica’s mouth water. For a moment she wanted to drop the camera and join the action. But she made herself concentrate on the task at hand; she’d get hers later, there was no doubt about that.

Jane put one hand on Marie’s head and the other on Celeste’s, drawing them in towards her crotch. But they lingered for awhile on her inner thighs, tongues gliding up and down the soft skin. It took Jessica a few seconds to find the right angle to capture all that was happening, but when she did she was very pleased with what she saw.

As Marie and Celeste drew closer together they turned toward each other and kissed. Jessica got a great shot of the two of them, lips touching and teasing, tongues playing and probing. Then they turned back towards Jane and, as one, attacked her cunt. There was no acting in the way they feasted on her, or in Jane’s moans and whimpers. Jane fell back onto the desk as the onslaught continued.

After a couple minutes Marie pulled away. Celeste continued to lick Jane’s pussy as Marie stood and pulled off her blouse and skirt. She bent over to feed one breast into Jane’s mouth, then the other. Then she hoisted herself up onto the desk and straddled Jane’s face. Jessica zoomed in a little as Jane extended her tongue and pushed it between Marie’s pussy lips.

After Jane and Marie both had loud, powerful orgasms, Jessica yelled “Cut!” But she wasn’t quite done with them yet. For the next scene she had Marie and Celeste 69 on the desk as Jane, wearing a strap-on, moved around fucking a mouth here, a pussy there. Things built nicely toward a natural crescendo and when it was done, Jessica put the camera down and stood pondering her next move.


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After dinner, Jessica retired to the living room with Janice and Celeste, leaving Jane and Marie to clean up. Jessica poured the three of them cognacs, and Janice reached into her purse and produced a treat of her own: a joint the size of her ring finger.

“My sister-in-law gave it to me,” explained Janice. “She grows it. Says it’s really phenomenal. You got a lighter?”

Jessica found a lighter and Janice lit up. She took a big puff and handed the joint to Jessica, who in turn passed it to Celeste.

By the time Jane and Marie joined them, the air was cloudy with smoke and all three women were sporting Cheshire-cat grins. Celeste said something in French and Jessica looked to Marie for a translation.

“She says she feels like a balloon,” Marie said. “Like she’s going to float away.”

Jessica laughed. “Tell her not to worry. Tell her she’s a human being on the surface of planet Earth and she’s very safe.” Marie cocked an eyebrow but dutifully translated. “I tell you what,” added Jessica, “this stuff is making me horny as fuck.”

“Yeah, she said it might do that,” explained Janice. “She said it could be a little dangerous that way.”

“Marie, come here,” ordered Jessica, and Marie obediently dropped to her knees in front of her mistress. She helped Jessica take off her pants and panties and went to work. Janice, meanwhile, gestured to Jane and lifted her skirt; she was naked underneath. Kneeling, Jane leaned in and began by kissing and licking Janice’s inner thighs, working her way gradually toward the middle.

Celeste sat and watched, sipping her cognac. Jessica looked over at her, wondering what she might be thinking. Celeste absolutely fascinated her; there was something about her that was so familiar and yet at the same time so foreign. Jessica found herself thinking, if I’d grown up where she grew up, experienced what she’d experienced, would we be the same, or would we still be different?

After coming a couple times Jessica told Marie that she could go sit down. She still felt pretty horny, but also very relaxed and creative; she had a vision of what she wanted to do next, and set about making it happen. Once Janice was done with Jane, Jessica told Jane and Marie to take their clothes off. Then she told Marie to get some rope and bind Jane according to her specifications: on her hands and knees with her hands tied behind her back.

Jessica had Marie attach another rope that pulled Jane’s hands upward, forcing her into a not-quite-comfortable position that pushed her breasts forward. Then Jessica herself tied Marie in a similar position as best she could; her ropework was not as skilled as Marie’s, but she got the job done. Finally, Jessica ball-gagged both girls and stood back to survey her handiwork. She was pleased.

Taking Celeste by the hand, Jessica led her toward the hallway. “We’ll be right back,” she said to Janice. “Make yourself at home.” While they were gone, Janice amused herself by alternately spanking and fingering the two bound women.

A few minutes later, Janice looked up and beheld a beautiful sight: Jessica and Celeste striding into the room like two goddesses, a thick strap-on dangling from each of their pelvises. Janice instantly dropped to her knees and took a shaft in each hand; she was surprised and delighted to feel the vibration emanating from them, and the soft texture of their surfaces. She licked the head and the shaft of each dildo, then took each one in turn into her mouth.

Janice gave her all to sucking the two girthy phalluses, imagining herself a slave girl submitting to two queens. When she had a mouthful of Celeste’s strap-on Jessica moved around behind her, yanked her hips back, and penetrated her forcefully. Janice gasped as the strap-on stretched her, then moaned as she felt it vibrating inside her.

Briefly removing the cock from her mouth, Janice cried out “Fuck. Yes!” before deep-throating the whole length, loving the feeling of being completely filled from both ends. From across the room Jane and Marie looked on raptly, desperately wishing that they could get involved somehow.

Rolling Janice onto her back, Jessica spun her around and mouth-fucked her while Celeste stuffed her cunt. By the time they were done with her, Janice was a sweat-soaked, quivering mass. It was all she could do to crawl over to the couch, heave herself onto it, and lay there twitching with a big, dumb smile on her face.

After taking a minute to sip some cognac, Jessica walked over behind Jane. She nodded to Celeste, who took up a similar position behind Marie. In the minutes that followed they gave the two bound girls everything they wanted, and then some.

Jessica and Celeste returned to the couch and sat down on either side of Janice, who was sitting up now, looking much recovered. She had relit the joint and now gave it to Celeste, who took a drag and passed it on to Jessica.

Janice needed only one thing to make her night complete. She wanted to see if the taste of Celeste’s pussy was as exotic as everything else about the new girl in town. Unfastening Celeste’s harness, Janice got rid of the strap-on and leaned down between Celeste’s legs. She was not disappointed with what she found there. Celeste was utterly delicious, and Janice gobbled her pussy with complete abandon.

Jessica had an itch that needed scratching, so she untied the rope holding Marie in place, leaving her hands bound behind her back. After removing Marie’s gag Jessica fitted her with a face dildo and made her crawl over to the recliner, where Jessica sat with her legs splayed wide. Marie had the privilege of penetrating her mistress with the black plastic cock sticking out from her face.

When she finally dressed and took her leave, about an hour later, Janice thanked her hostess profusely and hugged and kissed Jane, Marie, and especially Celeste. Janice shook her head in appreciative wonderment. “Truly, Jess, you are the hostess with the mostest.”

Jessica grinned. “I’m so glad you could make it. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

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Late that morning the package Jessica had been eagerly awaiting arrived. She had ordered a second strap-on exactly like Magic, except black instead of blue. She plugged it in to charge and sat back to think about how best to break it in.

An hour later she convened the whole household in the bedroom and instructed Jane and Marie to get into 69 position on the bed, with Jane on top. They obeyed unquestioningly, of course. Jessica got out four sets of handcuffs and cuffed Jane’s wrists to Marie’s ankles and vice versa. Then she unplugged the new strap-on, helped Celeste into the harness, and flipped the switch.

“Ooh,” said Celeste, giggling as the vibration from the strap-on stimulated her pussy. Jessica equipped herself with Magic and they went to town, taking turns filling Marie and Jane’s holes from both ends. When they were finished there was a limp pool of sweaty, satisfied female on the bed, and Jessica and Celeste had each had several orgasms of their own.

After uncuffing Jane and Marie, Jessica told them to make sure the strap-ons were cleaned and charged for that evening. Janice was coming over and Jessica wanted to show her an especially good time.

Jane and Marie frowned at each other. It was becoming clear that their mistress had a new favorite, that Celeste was being treated differently than they were. They didn’t really resent Celeste, because they were both already a little in love with her too. But it did seem like they were going to get stuck with all the dirty work.

They weren’t going to say this to Jessica, of course. Aside from the fear of being punished, it was hard to complain too much when you’d just been fucked halfway to oblivion. They dutifully went about their business without a word.

* * *

Olivia had spent the night at Claire’s and they had stayed up late, eating, drinking, talking, and occasionally fucking. Today was Claire’s day off, so she went ahead and slept in, basking in the luxury of having nowhere to go and nothing to do. When she finally felt ready to get up Olivia was still snoozing peacefully, so she crept quietly to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. As she sipped she screwed up her courage to call Tara.

By the time she had finished her cup of coffee and started on a second, she was ready. She picked up her phone and made the call. Tara answered immediately, sounding genuinely happy to hear from her. When Claire explained the situation Tara swore that she knew nothing about it and promised to talk to Mimi and call back. Claire wasn’t 100% convinced but said OK and hung up.

When Claire walked back into the bedroom Olivia had rolled over onto her side, clutching a stuffed panda bear to her chest. She looked absolutely and utterly adorable. Claire slipped into bed next to her and spooned her from behind, reveling in the soft creaminess of her flesh. 

 

Claire licked Olivia on the nape of the neck, then kissed and nibbled across her shoulder blades and down her back. Olivia moaned, beginning to come awake. Claire traced her tongue around Olivia’s side and into the little crevice above her waist. From there she moved up and around toward the front, gently nudging the stuffed bear aside and taking a nipple into her mouth.

Olivia let out a little “Mmmmmm” sound and rolled over onto her back, wrapping one arm around Claire as Claire moved on to the other breast. It was hard for Claire to pull herself away from Olivia’s tits – they were so savory in the mouth – but she had another destination in mind. She licked her way down Olivia’s ribcage, belly, and hipbones; Olivia arched her back, lifted her hips, and opened her legs. Her pussy was blooming with readiness.

Her patience at an end, Claire slid forward and began to lap away at Olivia’s cunt. She felt Olivia fumbling at the belt of her jeans, and then tugging them off. Soon they were 69ing, locked tightly in each others’ embrace, and the outside world was forgotten.

* * *

Janice arrived 15 minutes early for dinner, looking eager and gripping a bottle of Champagne in each hand. She’d been on her best behavior all week, playing hostess to her entire extended family, and was ready to cut loose a little.

All it took was one look at Celeste for her to know it was going to be a great night. The new addition to Jessica’s household was absolutely breathtaking, and Jessica was always so generous about sharing her treasures. From that point on Janice relaxed into the flow of things, popping open a bottle of bubbly and acting the polite guest while anticipating what pleasures the evening might hold.

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When Jane returned from the bedroom with the strap-on, she was momentarily hypnotized by the sight of Ella tongue-fucking Celeste. She stood watching Ella’s blond head bob between Celeste’s legs as the black girl moaned, writhed, and muttered in French. Only when Jessica yelled her name did Jane remember what she was doing and hand over the strap-on.

Jessica harnessed up and got down on one knee behind Ella, slapping her ass to get her attention. Ella looked back over her shoulder, saw the dildo dangling from Jessica’s crotch, and grinned mischievously. She shifted her weight back a little as Jessica cupped her wet pussy and pried her lips apart.

Easing the tip of the dildo into Ella’s cunt, Jessica grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and pulled her head back. Then Jessica thrust forward with all her strength, slamming the rest of the length into Ella and pushing Ella’s face forward into Celeste’s crotch. Ella tried her best to continue servicing Celeste as Jessica fucked her, but it was not easy; the thing just felt soooo good inside her, it was hard to think of anything else.

Assessing the situation, Jessica gripped Ella around the waist and rolled her over onto her back on the floor. She spread Ella’s legs and plunged in again, making Ella wail piteously. Jessica indicated that Celeste should sit on Ella’s face, which she did. By grinding herself on Ella’s nose Celeste was able to get herself off, while Ella had repeated orgasms from the pounding and the vibration of the dildo. Marie and Jane had taken seats on the couch, where they fingered each other as they watched.

When she felt Ella had been well and thoroughly fucked, Jessica stood up, tore off the strap-on, and positioned herself next to Celeste. It was clear what she wanted, and Celeste was happy to oblige her. Jessica was so keyed up that it took Celeste about three licks to make her come.

But that didn’t seem like enough, somehow. So Celeste stood up, spun Jessica around, and sat her down on the couch. Celeste dropped to her knees, Ella sat up, and they joined forces to lick Jessica all over before returning to focus again on her pussy.

On the couch opposite, Jane and Marie were now 69ing. Marie, who was on top, looked up and took in the scene in front of her. She could tell that her mistress would want a glass of cognac at that moment; so she climbed off Jane, poured a glass, and handed it to Jessica, who accepted gratefully. Marie then resumed her position on top of Jane, satisfied that she had done her duty.

* * *

That morning Olivia had texted Claire, who suggested that she come by the shop at closing time, 7:00. So Olivia drove to the mall in the late afternoon, did some shopping, and made her way over to the lingerie store a few minutes before 7.

Claire was finishing up with the last couple customers left in the store, so Olivia wandered around idly, browsing through the fancy bras and panties. After awhile she started daydreaming, having flashbacks to her tryst with Gina and Claire here in this very place. It got her juices flowing, but was also a bit bittersweet. She glanced over at Claire, who was looking especially gorgeous today — eyes lively and luminous, red mane lustrous and flowing. Olivia couldn’t blame Gina for wanting to be with her.

When the customers had gone Claire locked the front door and took a deep breath. “Long day today,” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” answered Olivia. “Basically. You?”

“Can’t complain,” said Claire. “It’s our busy season here, so I’ve been a little frantic.”

“How’s Gina?” asked Olivia.

“She’s out of town for the week, visiting her family.” Claire looked Olivia straight in the eye, a serious expression on her face. “That reminds me, I’ve been wanting to say, I’m sorry for what happened with Gina and me. I mean, I’m not sorry it happened, but I’m sorry for how it happened. No one meant for you to get hurt.”

“Thanks,” said Olivia. “I’m over it. Mostly. I mean, yeah, it hurt, but it had to happen. It was just a matter of time.”

“Well, I want you to know I appreciate you,” said Claire, walking over and giving Olivia a kiss on the cheek. “Now, what was it you wanted to show me?”

They moved together to the back office of the shop, where they sat down in front of the computer. They went to the web site Lexi had found and saw the picture of the two of them posted there. Olivia felt a bit embarrassed seeing herself exposed in this way while sitting next to Claire – even though that was Claire’s head between her legs in the photo.

They couldn’t see any more without starting an account, so Claire did. When it came time to pay she pulled a credit card from the top drawer of the desk. “Company card,” she said to Olivia. “We’ll let Mimi pay for this.”

Once they had access to the site, they found a large library of photos from that day at Mimi’s. There was Claire licking tomato sauce off her own breast. There was Claire sucking Olivia’s nipples through her bra. Then the pictures became more graphic, showing Claire pulling Olivia’s panties aside to reveal her pussy, Olivia licking Claire as they 69ed.

Both girls experienced mixed emotions as they sat there clicking through the images. On the one hand, they felt exploited, knowing that sexually explicit photos of them were being sold without their permission. Olivia worried about who might see these pictures – but then again, anyone who saw them was probably on a porn site already, so who were they to judge?

And there was no denying that the pictures were incredibly sexy. Olivia and Claire couldn’t help being flattered by the way they were portrayed; the lighting and composition were perfect, the choice of camera angles impeccable. The text accompanying the photos told the story of two models on a shoot who got carried away and ended up having sex in front of the camera – which was more or less true, of course.

In the process of exploring the site they both inevitably started to get excited. It was weird, Olivia thought, to see yourself this way, and to know that strangers all around the world were looking at you too. It was also deeply arousing, and she could feel the juices flowing copiously between her legs. When she felt Claire’s hand on her knee, she knew they were going to be reliving the experience that night. It was just a question of how soon.


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Jessica saw to it that Rebecca and Rose got something to eat, let them clean up, and had Marie and Jane lend them clothes (Marie was closest to Rose’s size, Jane to Rebecca’s). She set them up in the remaining guest bedroom and they went to bed early, looking considerably cheered up from when they’d arrived.

Was Jessica tempted to try something? Of course she was, but she recognized that it would be inappropriate under the circumstances, so she contented herself with having Marie lick her pussy while she lay back on the bed and let her mind wander.

* * *

In the morning Jessica called Tanya – who, she knew, had a large house with lots of room and was charitably inclined – and explained the situation. She had met two young women, she said, who had been in the clutches of a religious cult. After having a falling out, they had broken away and were now homeless.

All of this was more or less true, of course; Jessica didn’t feel the need to get into all the details. As she had expected, Tanya enthusiastically offered to let the two girls stay with her.

Early that afternoon Jessica drove Rebecca and Rose over to Tanya’s. Along the way she stopped and bought them some new clothes, noticing that they picked outfits a bit sexier than what she’d seen them in before. She also bought them a phone so they could stay in touch, and gave them each a wad of cash – which they tried to refuse, but Jessica insisted.

Once they got to Tanya’s, Jessica stayed around long enough to introduce them, but didn’t dawdle. Tanya fawned over the two girls, making them feel immediately at home, and Jessica sensed a nice chemistry between them. Maybe something interesting would develop there; maybe not. In the meantime, Jessica had other things on her mind. She was eager to start introducing Celeste to the rest of her community, and to that end, she’d invited Ella over for dinner that night.

When she got home Jessica was immediately struck by a delectable smell; Marie had planned Beef Burgundy for dinner, accompanied by a cheese souffle, and preparations were already underway. In the kitchen, Marie and Celeste were both bustling around in aprons. Jessica made it clear that she wanted all of them – but especially Celeste – to be nicely dressed when Ella arrived, and Marie nodded her understanding.

In the living room, Jane was once again absorbed in her mystery novel. Feeling the need for something to take the edge off, Jessica ordered Jane to the bedroom and had her strip. When she was naked Jessica tied her hands behind her back and bent her over for a spanking. Jessica offered no explanation, and Jane didn’t ask for one; they both assumed she deserved it for one reason or another.

When Jane’s ass was nice and warm Jessica broke out Magic the strap-on. Jane looked back over her shoulder, eyes glittering with anticipation, as Jessica tightened the straps and got ready. When everything was good and tight she flipped the switch and felt the mild vibration tingle through her clit.

Jessica used her knee to push Jane’s legs apart and plunged into her. It felt really good in that moment – not just the physical sensations but the feeling of power as Jane writhed beneath her, groaning passionately and angling her hips for maximum penetration. Jane had come four times and was just laying there in a helpless pool by the time Jessica finally got off.

Feeling relaxed and satisfied, Jessica untied Jane, dropped the strap-on next to her, and told her to clean it and make sure it was charged. Jane rolled over and nodded and Jessica headed for the bathroom. She took a luxurious bath, then a shower, and spent a long interval shaving, waxing, and exfoliating. She was sure tonight was going to be special – she didn’t know why, exactly, it just felt that way.

After getting dressed Jessica had Marie make her a martini and sat down in the living room. She was about halfway through her drink when Ella arrived, looking stunning in a black sheath dress, carrying two very nice bottles of wine. Her blond hair was shorter than usual and her skin looked radiant, like she’d just gotten a facial. “Hi, Jess,” she said as they kissed and hugged. “How you been?”

“Good,” answered Jessica truthfully. “Really, really good.”

Just then Marie appeared in a very cute new white dress, and right behind her was Celeste. Jessica almost gasped – Celeste looked absolutely stunning in a form-hugging scarlet-red dress cut low on the top and short at the bottom. Her ample cleavage and her muscular legs were both displayed to great advantage, and her big blue eyes caught the light just perfectly at this angle.

Jessica was so taken aback that she forgot to introduce Ella to Celeste; Ella, not being a shy person, went ahead and introduced herself. They kissed each other on both cheeks and exchanged a few sentences in French (Ella had picked up the language in her modeling days). But then Celeste said, “Please... I am trying to...” and here she looked over at Marie. “Work... on my Inglais. English, I mean,” she added, giggling coquettishly.

“Of course,” said Ella. “Your accent is very charming.”

After a round of cocktails they sat down for dinner. The food was stupendous, and they all dug in with gusto. There was chocolate mousse for dessert, and by the time it was gone they were extremely full and a little drowsy. Jessica assigned Marie and Jane to KP as she, Ella, and Celeste retired to the living room.

Jessica started a fire, put on some music, and poured cognac for them as Ella and Celeste talked. Ella asked Celeste a few questions about herself in English, but when she saw how much trouble the younger girl was having with the language, they switched to French. Soon they were chattering a mile a minute, and while Jessica was a little annoyed to be left out, she was glad to see them getting along so well.

After having a few minutes to digest and half a glass of cognac, Jessica felt her energy level rise and started to think about what was going to happen here tonight. Of course she wanted Ella and Celeste to get acquainted... intimately. But she didn’t want to push things too hard; that would make her no better than the pimps who had been holding Celeste captive. So she just sat, drank, and watched, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the company of these two beautiful women.

Soon, though, she noticed that the conversation had slowed down. Ella and Celeste were looking at her; they exchanged a few words in French, locked eyes briefly with each other, then looked back at Jessica. Jessica’s eyes met Celeste’s; there was a question in Celeste’s eyes, which Jessica answered in the affirmative.

This night marked the first time, but certainly not the last, when Jessica noticed that Celeste seemed to have a special gift for knowing what she, Jessica, wanted without being told. Celeste stood and walked over to where Ella was sitting on the couch; her breasts were right at Ella’s eye level. Ella looked over at Jessica, who nodded, then pulled down the top of Celeste’s dress. She was braless underneath, and her tits were luscious and full, her nipples sharply erect.

Jessica continued to sip her cognac but did not avert her eyes for one microsecond as Ella began to suckle on Celeste’s boobs. Jessica’s mouth began to water and her breath grew a little ragged. She had certainly enjoyed sucking those tits herself, but somehow watching Ella do it was almost better.

Celeste sank to her knees and reached around to loosen the zipper of Ella’s dress before releasing the older woman’s breasts from their captivity within. Unlike Celeste, Ella was wearing a bra, which Celeste carefully and gently unhooked and removed. Ella’s tits were not the biggest, but they were perfectly formed; Celeste cupped them in her hands and pressed the nipples with her thumbs. Ella shifted position slightly as Celeste leaned forward to take one breast, then the other, into her mouth.

Just then Marie appeared from the kitchen, but hung back, observing. She could tell that something special was happening here. Celeste was now bending all the way over, kissing Ella’s feet, her ankles, her calves, her knees. Celeste ran her tongue along the inside of Ella’s right knee and up her thigh; Ella leaned back, letting her dress ride up, her white cotton panties now peeking out from underneath.

Celeste kissed Ella’s pubis, then her pussy, through the thin white fabric before reaching beneath her dress to pull her panties down. Ella lifted her rump, then her legs, to help, and when the panties were off she spread her legs wide. It was very quiet in the room as Celeste slid two fingers between Ella’s pussy lips and separated them, revealing the pink canal underneath, then leaned forward and began to lick.

Ella moaned, her head fell back, and her hand found the back of Celeste’s head as Celeste’s tongue pushed inside her, then trailed upward to her clit. Jessica’s hand found its way to her crotch as she watched Celeste give Ella professional-quality, grade-A head. It was really quite inspirational to behold; Celeste was an artist with her hands and mouth.

Finished cleaning up, Jane walked in and stood next to Marie just as Ella came, thigh muscles spasming, toes flexing, a full-bodied moan issuing from her diaphragm. Wiping her mouth with one hand, Celeste sat back onto the floor; after that no one moved for a minute. Ella looked positively angelic laying there, dress bunched up around her midriff, a look of the purest bliss on her face.

Opening her eyes, Ella smiled down as Celeste, who beamed back at her. “Hell of a find, Jess,” said Ella, leaning forward to kiss Celeste on the forehead. She stood and shook off her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Standing Celeste up, Ella spun the younger woman around, unzipped her dress, and helped her out of it.

Now Ella sat Celeste down on the couch and knelt in front of her. Celeste was still wearing her black thong, which Ella gripped and pulled tight against her crotch, making her squirm. Then the thong came off and was tossed aside, exposing Celeste’s glistening-wet pussy. But Ella took her time getting to it, licking all around Celeste’s thighs and hips, breathing deeply the heady smell rising from between Celeste’s legs.

As Ella settled in to lick Celeste in earnest, the sight of her naked ass sticking out behind her gave Jessica an idea. She called Jane over and whispered, “Bring me Magic.”


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Minutes later Jane and Marie found themselves on their knees, handcuffed and blindfolded, bent naked over the couch to await punishment. They had submitted to being bound without comment or complaint; they knew perfectly well that using the strap-on without Jessica’s permission was against the rules. Probably, Jessica thought, they wanted to be punished. Fair enough; they would get their wish, and then some.

Going through her implements of discipline, she eventually decided on a riding crop. Then she glanced over at Celeste, who was sitting there looking back and forth between Jessica and the two bound women. Inspired, Jessica found a second, identical riding crop and handed it to Celeste. A look of alarm mingled with excitement spread across Celeste’s face as she realized what was being asked of her.

Jessica warmed up with a few waves through the air, making sure the crop was close enough to Marie and Jane for them to hear. Celeste did likewise; she was left-handed, Jessica noted.

Positioning herself next to Marie, Jessica pointed Celeste toward Jane. After lining up precisely, making sure of her aim, Jessica landed a nice resounding thwack on Marie’s left butt cheek. Then she looked expectantly over at Celeste, who seemed hesitant.

Jessica understood – it felt like she and Celeste were in some kind of communication with each other, language barrier or no. On the one hand, Jane and Marie had been nothing but kind to Celeste, who had only the vaguest idea of what they were being punished for. On the other hand, they clearly expected, even welcomed, this punishment; and being blindfolded, they would never know a thing. Jessica waited patiently until Celeste appeared to make up her mind and landed a mild, almost tender blow on Jane’s butt.

Jessica answered with a slightly harder swat to Marie’s right cheek. This time Marie cried out, a breathy gasp that was two parts pleasure, one part pain. Sensing the challenge, Celeste hauled off a little further this time, making a reasonably solid impact on Jane’s rear. Jane let out a little “Ugh” and shook her head, but that was all. She wanted it harder, Jessica knew.

Changing pace, Jessica ran the tip of the crop up and down Marie’s inner thighs, then gave her a few soft taps right on her crotch. Celeste followed suit with Jane. Then Jessica steadied herself and got serious. She traced the crop along the length of Marie’s spine, lifted it high into the air, and brought it down with a crack that echoed through the room. Marie yelped, and a nice glowing red mark appeared on her derriere.

Celeste mimicked Jessica’s movements exactly, leaving a similar – if somewhat pinker – spot on Jane. From there they got into a good rhythm – first Jessica, then Celeste, then Jessica again. The blows grew harder and the moans from Jane and Marie grew louder until both asses were luminously crimson.

Jessica dropped her crop and reached down to feel between Marie’s legs. She pulled her hand back sopping wet, took a little taste, and then shoved her fingers into Marie’s mouth for cleaning. Celeste, again, did exactly as Jessica did, except with the opposite hand.

Standing, Jessica stripped. A punishment always got her excited, and she was ready for some relief. She positioned herself on the couch in front of Marie, as Celeste did the same in front of Jane. Jessica gripped Marie by the ears and pulled her head in. Jane, smelling Celeste’s pussy directly in front of her, needed no encouragement; she dove in on her own.

For awhile Jessica and Celeste just leaned back and enjoyed. Jessica smiled at the younger woman, then leaned over to kiss her. The kiss sent a surprising electric shudder through both of them, like the completion of a circuit.

Eventually Jessica decided that though Marie was doing an excellent job as usual, her itch wasn’t quite being scratched. She went back into the bedroom and returned with two face dildos, fastening one onto the head of each blindfolded woman. Then she held Marie’s head again and situated herself so the tip of the dildo was aimed right between her pussy lips. Celeste balanced one hand on top of Jane’s head and arranged herself similarly.

Jessica eased forward and grunted as the shaft pushed into her. A few seconds later Celeste bit her lip and gasped “Oh, merde” as she too was penetrated. Jessica found Celeste’s hand and held it as they sat side by side being dildo-fucked by the bound and blindfolded women in front of them. She fumbled for her riding crop, which was sitting on the floor, and used it to smack Marie’s ass a couple more times. “Harder,” she barked, and gave Jane a couple whacks for good measure.

Soon they were building up to orgasm. Jessica felt it hit Celeste, then it seemed to jump over into her, then they were vibrating in sync. She held Marie’s head still and let the wave wash over her.

“Fuck,” said Jessica.

“Oui,” answered Celeste.

Afterwards Jessica removed Marie and Jane’s blindfolds. Their eyes were full of pleading, and at this point she was ready to throw them a bone. She looked over at the strap-on sitting in the corner; but just to give them what they had originally wanted would be rewarding misbehavior. Then she remembered that in the other room she had two of those dildos with suction cups on one end. They didn’t get used very often, as they were kind of inconvenient, but they seemed perfect for this situation.

She retrieved them and stood one up on either end of the coffee table. She nodded to Marie and Jane, who looked at the dildos, then back at her, then at the dildos again. Then they both shrugged and each one picked a side.

Jessica poured a glass of cognac for herself and one for Celeste, and they sat back to watch as Marie and Jane each somewhat awkwardly tried to mount one of the phalluses. It was hard for them to keep their balance with their hands cuffed behind them, but they were very determined and eventually managed to impale themselves on the thick shafts. It was not a very dignified process, but they didn’t care – their cunts were burning with need after all they’d been through.

Standing, Jessica shifted her glass to her left hand and picked up a riding crop with her right. She circled Jane and Marie, smacking each ass in turn as they bounced up and down on their respective dildos. Soon Jane and Marie were both sweating, crying out alternately in pleasure and pain as they struggled to stimulate their clits without toppling over.

Finally, taking pity on them, Jessica dropped her crop, sat down her glass, and stationed herself directly between Marie and Jane. She extended her arms and began to gently rub both girls’ clits. They both went rigid, lifted straight up on their knees, then sat down hard on their dildos one last time. Their orgasms were long and intense, and afterward they slumped forward, spent. Jessica uncuffed them and helped them up, giving each one a kiss on the forehead.

By now it was quite late. It had been a long day, and a good one. This time they all four crowded into one bed together, which made for a bit of a tight fit, but no one seemed to mind.

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On Monday Jessica decreed that it was time for a shopping expedition. Celeste needed new clothes and seemed like she would be fun to shop for, so the four of them piled into the car and drove to the mall.

This being the day after Christmas, it was tremendously crowded, and they were forced to park far away and walk. Almost immediately Jessica noticed the reaction that her entourage drew from passers-by; men looked on with undisguised lust, women with naked envy, possibly lust also. It continued as they walked into the mall, heads turning left and right; two men walking in opposite directions collided and glared at each other.

They set about finding a new wardrobe for Celeste, the three of them buzzing around her, suggesting things for her to try on. Seemingly everything she tried on looked amazing; she was just one of those people who made clothes look good. They spent a lot of time in dressing rooms, passing clothes in and out, debating what went best with what.

At one point Jessica went off on her own to get coffee, and waiting in line she saw a familiar face from yoga class. And what a face it was — chiseled cheekbones and big blue eyes set off by a mane of long brown hair. The superb body underneath was currently hidden by unflattering sweats, but Jessica remembered its contours quite vividly from studying it at length in the yoga studio.

“Hi, I know you from yoga,” she said. “Jessica,” she added, and extended her hand.

“Yeah, I recognize you,” said Tanya, smiling sweetly. “Tanya.”

The line was long, so they had some time to talk. Jessica laid on the charm as thick as she could, telling funny stories, throwing in subtle flattery here and there. She wasn’t sure exactly what she had in mind for Tanya, but was curious what might be possible.

As they walked away from the coffee stand with their steaming cups in hand, Tanya said, “Listen, we’re having a cocktail party at my house tonight. A fundraiser for the homeless shelter. Why don’t you drop by?”

Jessica smiled. The door was open just a crack. “I’d love to.”

Saying goodbye to Tanya, Jessica found Marie, Jane, and Celeste waiting for her with a huge pile of clothes. They headed for the checkout counter, where the total was high enough to make Jessica blink a couple times; they could afford it, but it was more than most people would spend on clothes in five years. She shrugged and handed her credit card to the clerk.

Next they headed for the lingerie shop, where they spent a delightful hour with a beautiful redhead whose nametag said “Claire.” They bought a bunch of things for Celeste, and Jessica let Marie and Jane pick out a few treats for themselves as well.

Back at the house Jessica started thinking ahead to the cocktail party. Should she go alone or take someone with her? After awhile she decided to bring Celeste; they had bought her a black cocktail dress that would be perfect for the occasion. Yes, she wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone, but maybe that would be an advantage; she could stand there with a glass of champagne in hand, looking alluring and mysterious.

Jessica informed Marie and Jane of her decision, instructing them to help Celeste get ready for the party. She could see in their eyes that they were not pleased, but they both nodded obediently, if a bit sullenly.

They had a couple of hours in the meantime, so Jessica sat down at the dining room table to start catching up on the mail. She had been at it about half an hour when Marie sat down across from her.

“Celeste has been talking about her family in Haiti,” said Marie. “She hasn’t been able to send them any money like she intended to. I was wondering... maybe we can do something to help them?”

Jessica nodded. “Yeah, of course.” She was a little annoyed at herself for not having thought of it earlier. Within half an hour she was able to get online and wire a substantial sum to Celeste’s mother.

When she was informed of what had happened Celeste came to Jessica, knelt in front of her, and tenderly kissed her hand. Jessica reacted by lifting Celeste to her feet and giving her a long, hard hug.

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The cocktail party turned out to be less boring than Jessica might have expected. The vibe she got was of generally well-behaved people letting their hair down. The booze flowed freely, the music was good, and there were plenty of people dancing. It was a great house, spacious and well-decorated.

At one point Tanya came up to say hi. “And who is this?” she asked, glancing over at Celeste – who looked simply smashing in her tight black dress. Marie had done a nice job on her makeup, including tasteful use of blue eyeshadow, and touched up her hair.

“This is Celeste,” answered Jessica. “She’s... staying with me for awhile.” Jessica volunteered no more information that that, and nothing more was asked.

Later in the night Tanya’s husband, a tall, athletic, Nordic-looking type, came up and started flirting with them. He was nice enough about it, though – sly and not too aggressive – so Jessica humored him. He tried to chat up Celeste, who smiled and nodded as if she understood what he was saying. Eventually Tanya appeared and gently but firmly steered him away, shrugging apologetically.

Soon after that the party started to break up and Jessica sensed that it was time to go. Tanya thanked her effusively for coming and gave her a big hug; Jessica milked it for all it was worth, feeling the warmth of the taller woman’s breasts on her shoulder and neck.

Back home the house was dark except for a single light in the living room. A strange feeling came over Jessica; something was up here, her intuition told her. So instead of pulling into the garage as she usually would have, she parked at the curb and let herself in through the front door.

Sure enough – she found Jane bent over the ottoman in the living room, panting and moaning as Marie strap-on fucked her from behind. Jane’s eyes were closed and Marie was too focused on her task to see Jessica come in. But when Jessica cleared her throat, they both saw her and the look in their eyes said it all: Busted.

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Jessica woke up early, feeling extremely well-rested after having slept most of the previous day as well as all night. Looking over at Celeste, who was sleeping next to her illuminated by the first rays of morning light, she remembered the events of the previous evening and sighed contentedly. She stretched and yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with both hands.

She slipped quietly out of bed and put on her robe, intending to make herself a cup of coffee. On her way to the kitchen she stopped and peeked in on Marie and Jane, who had been relegated to the second bedroom when Jessica chose Celeste to share her bed. They had not been too happy about it, Jessica knew, though they were smart enough to keep their displeasure to themselves. Now they were contentedly snuggled together in bed, Marie’s head nuzzled into Jane’s shoulder.

A few minutes later, cup of coffee in hand, Jessica went back to the bedroom. She hung up her robe and slid back under the covers, soaking up the wonderful warmth of Celeste’s body heat. Celeste stirred slightly and moaned quietly, pressing her butt against the side of Jessica’s thigh, but did not actually wake up.

After a few sips of coffee Jessica started to really wake up, and started to get ideas. She reached down and began to casually play with Celeste’s breasts, feeling the smooth skin and gently tweaking the nipples. The coffee was delicious, but Celeste’s tits looked even better; Jessica set her cup down and leaned over to taste them. Celeste whimpered and sighed, still more than half-asleep.

Jessica had been with her share of black girls, but Celeste’s skin had a different, exotic flavor, redolent of ripe fruit and cinnamon. Intoxicated, Jessica slowly licked her all over: shoulders, neck, ribcage, belly. Celeste gradually became more awake but only reached full consciousness when Jessica spread her legs and kissed her soft inner thighs.

Opening her eyes, Celeste lifted her head and saw what was happening between her legs. It suited her just fine, so she let her head fall back on the pillow and her eyes close again, enjoying the sweet sensations of Jessica’s lips and tongue exploring her most sensitive places.

Jessica took her time, teasing, probing, playing. Celeste was highly responsive; every time the tip of Jessica’s tongue touched her pussy, her whole body quivered. Jessica stretched out the process for as long as possible. For awhile she just blew warm air on Celeste’s clit; when she licked it again, Celeste exploded, gripping Jessica’s shoulders with both hands and screaming French curse words.

When Jessica went to start up again, Celeste gently pushed her away. Jessica thought she understood; sometimes the first orgasm was so good, you just wanted to leave it alone. So she climbed up and stretched herself out full-length on top of Celeste, letting her full weight press down on the younger woman. Celeste was more than strong enough to support her; they kissed and then lay quiet, enjoying a moment of peaceful repose.

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It was Christmas Day, but under the circumstances they were completely unprepared – no tree, no presents, no cookies or candy. It was a gorgeous day out, cold but sunny, so they bundled up (Celeste borrowing one of Marie’s coats) and went for a long walk. Afterward they ate Chinese food at the only restaurant in town that was open. By the time they got home again the weather was turning, and they were happy to get back inside the nice warm house.

Jessica’s mind was working overtime. She had a scene in mind, and she set about making it a reality. As it began to unfold, she realized that it was taking on the form of a religious ritual. That had not been her intention at the start, but when it started to happen she rolled with it.

In a bedroom lit by candles, Jessica had Marie and Jane strip Celeste naked, stretch her out on the bed, and bind her hand and foot to the bedposts. Marie and Jane were both wearing dark robes and suddenly Jessica realized: I am the high priestess, those two are my acolytes, and Celeste is the new initiate.

Jessica had Jane fetch Magic the strap-on and help her on with it. For a moment she just stood there stroking it, considering, watching Celeste’s eyes. Then she ordered Jane and Marie to drop to their knees and lick and suck it, which they did dutifully. Only when they were done did she flick the switch to turn it on.

Telling Jane and Marie to step aside, Jessica strode over to the bed and lay down on top of Celeste. They kissed; Jessica felt Celeste’s rock-hard nipples pressing into her ribs; Celeste felt the length of the dildo against her belly. Then Jessica put her weight on her knees and aimed the strap-on at Celeste’s pussy lips. She rubbed the tip between them, producing some delightful little squishing sounds, then began to push in.

When she was all the way full Celeste inhaled dramatically and then let out a long, slow exhale. Jessica could feel the vibration connecting them. Celeste’s eyes glazed over and her lips pursed as a deep, powerful moan escaped her diaphragm. She tugged briefly at her bonds and then, realizing there was no point, relaxed into the experience.

Jessica threw all of her considerable expertise into giving Celeste the maximum possible pleasure. She delayed Celeste’s first orgasm as long as she could and when it arrived, she pulled out and let the strap-on rest, buzzing quietly, on Celeste’s thigh.

Only then did Jessica feel the tingling in her own clit. For a long moment she savored the feeling, looking down at the bound beauty beneath her. Then, feeling suddenly energized, she plunged back in again and began to fuck Celeste with abandon. She pounded away right through Celeste’s second and third orgasms as Celeste screamed and struggled to meet her thrusts.

Finally they came together. Jessica grunted and fell forward, her head coming to rest on Celeste’s shoulder. She reached down to switch off the strap-on; it was enough. Maybe too much. No – just right.

When Jessica rose she saw Jane and Marie sitting there, looking up at her with pleading eyes. They both probably could use a good fucking, she realized. But she didn’t have the energy to do anything to help them right now. She loosened the harness and let the strap-on fall to the floor, then left to find the bathroom.

Glancing out the window she saw that it had started snowing. The streetlight down the block cast a soft light over a fresh, untouched blanket of the purest white.

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The only light in the living room came from the fire in the fireplace and a couple of candles that Marie had lit. Some mellow music was playing; Jessica poured everyone a snifter of brandy and for awhile they all just sat around staring at the fire.

Then a new song started, something slow but sinuous with an African rhythm. Moving as if impelled by a force beyond her control, Celeste stood up and began to dance.

The rest of them just watched, hypnotized, as Celeste swayed and gyrated, firelight reflecting orange on her ebony skin. Her dance was both innocent and sexy, expressing both sensual pleasure and a pure radiant joy. Looking on, Jessica realized that she already felt a deep intimacy with Celeste, although they’d barely spoken and never even kissed. Looking around the room she felt like they were complete, now, as a family. She hadn’t realized that anything had been missing before, but apparently it had.

Another song started, one with a heavier groove and a bassline that made the floor vibrate. Modulating the rhythm of her movement, Celeste began to strip. She pulled off first her shirt, then her bra. For a while she danced topless, nipples jutting out boldly, breasts bobbing gently up and down. Jessica bit her lip, a sheen forming on her forehead, wetness between her legs beginning to make itself known.

Still flowing with the music, Celeste somehow, without missing a beat, got her pants off and let them fall. Now she was dancing in just panties and socks, turning and posing, showing off her assets. Jessica sat and sipped her cognac, wide-eyed with wonder at the beauty before her.

Then Celeste’s panties hit the ground at Jessica’s feet. Her naked body was magnificent, glistening, glowing. She twirled once, twice, three times, and landed in Jessica’s lap. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes from inches away. Something passed between them, some unspoken communication. And then they kissed.

Celeste’s lips were plump, juicy, and pillowy-soft. Jessica chewed and sucked on them, feeling the warmth of Celeste’s nude body against hers. Then their tongues met, probing gently into each other’s mouths. Jessica reached out and gently caressed one erect nipple, then cupped the breast, feeling its weight in her hand.

When they broke the kiss, Celeste quietly whispered a few words in French into Jessica’s ear. She didn’t know what they meant, but they sounded wonderful. Then, in one deft move, Celeste spun and dropped, ending up on her knees in front of Jessica. She untied the sash of Jessica’s robe and let it fall open.

Jessica looked over at Marie. “Tell her she doesn’t have to do this.”

Marie translated for Celeste, who replied with a few sentences in French. “She says she wants to,” said Marie. “She says you’re a very beautiful woman. She says just lay back and let her do the work.”

Celeste raised up on her knees and leaned forward to lick and suck one of Jessica’s nipples, then the other. Jessica sighed and leaned back in her chair, catching a whiff of her own arousal drifting up from between her legs.

Jane and Marie cuddled together on the couch, watching as Celeste lavished attention on Jessica’s breasts, licking every inch of them, taking each one into her mouth, gently biting each nipple. Jessica closed her eyes, savoring the wet softness of the younger woman’s mouth on her flesh.

Celeste kissed Jessica’s sternum, tongued her navel. She traced her lips across the smooth skin of Jessica’s abdomen, pressed her nose into the nest of silky blond curls.

Just then Jessica began to have a sort of out-of-body experience... it was like she was floating above, looking down at the exquisite dark-skinned beauty poised between her legs. Her own head was thrown back, arms gripping the chair, eyes closed in a transport of ecstasy. Celeste extended her tongue and ran the tip gently along the furrow between Jessica’s pussy lips; Jessica saw her body shiver, heard a moan emerge from deep in her diaphragm.

Then it was over, and she was back in her body, vibrating with pleasure as Celeste’s tongue fluttered on her clit. Jessica opened her eyes and looked down at Celeste, who met her gaze coolly, and then she was coming – back arching, toes pointing, cunt muscles spasming wildly. She let out a long, throaty moan and went limp.

Marie and Jane looked at each other. Neither of them had ever made their mistress respond quite like that. Celeste was gifted, clearly. She also knew exactly how long to let Jessica recover before starting up again, at first slowly and then gradually accelerating toward another orgasm. In all she made Jessica come five times before she stopped and rested her head on Jessica’s thigh. Jessica stroked Celeste’s hair and caught her breath as she gazed at the crackling fire, suffused by a deep sense of contentment and well-being.

* * *

After closing and belting her robe, Jessica had refilled her glass of cognac, added another log to the fire, and returned to her seat, wrapping a blanket around herself. She had an idea of what she wanted to happen next, and being who she was, she made it happen.

Marie, Jane, and Celeste arranged themselves in a circle near the fireside, close enough that their breasts were touching. All three were naked now except for their socks. For awhile they just kissed, in pairs and all together. Then they began to play with each other’s boobs, stroking each other’s nipples to see whose could get the hardest and longest. Celeste was the winner, and in recognition of this, Marie and Jane treated her breasts to a thorough tongue bath.

At Jessica’s behest, Marie stretched Celeste out full-length on the plush white area rug in front of the fireplace. The darkness of her skin made for a striking contrast against that background; it would have made a nice painting, Jessica thought.

Marie and Jane knelt by Celeste’s feet, bending forward until their heads were at ground level; in this pose it almost looked like they were praying. Each kissed one of Celeste’s feet, and then they began to work their way up their respective legs, kissing and licking ankles, knees, thighs. They met between Celeste’s legs, where Jane went low, Marie high, both tongues extending to make contact with Celeste’s pussy.

Celeste arched her back and planted her feet, lifting her hips slightly to give Marie and Jane better access. Jessica, watching, slipped a hand between her thighs as Celeste murmured quietly to herself in French.

As her orgasm approached Celeste’s voice grew louder. “Baise-moi!” she shouted as Jane tongue-fucked her and Marie lapped at her clit. When she came it was volcanic; she kicked her legs out and accidentally clipped Marie in the side of the head with one knee. Marie sprawled to the floor and Celeste rolled onto one side, gently rubbing the side of Marie’s temple where she’d been hit and repeatedly apologizing in a remorseful tone.

“You OK?” asked Jessica.

“Fine,” answered Marie. “No permanent damage.” 

Celeste said a few words in French and rolled over onto her back again. What she said must have been something like “Let me make you feel better,” because Marie moved to straddle Celeste’s face. Jessica could see Marie’s pussy lips silhouetted clearly in the firelight as Celeste lifted her head and penetrated Marie with her tongue.

Jane, having nothing better to do, went back to work between Celeste’s legs. After a few minutes Marie let herself sink down on top of Celeste and she and Jane once again combined their efforts as Celeste continued to lick away industriously.

Jessica sat back in her chair, sipping her cognac and enjoying the spectacle. In the absence of anyone to toast with, she lifted her glass and toasted life itself, which was treating her very well at the moment.

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Jessica sat gazing out the train window at the dark, wintry landscape rolling by. The first rays of sunlight were just visible on the eastern horizon, marking the end of one of the strangest nights of her life. To her left, Jane was snoozing peacefully; across the aisle from them, Marie and Celeste were likewise asleep. Marie had toppled sideways such that her head was resting on Celeste’s left shoulder.

The drive from the whorehouse back to the city had been uneventful. Jessica had sat facing the rear the entire way, scanning to see if they were followed, but the roads were mostly empty and the few vehicles they did see were all headed the other way. They stopped back at the hotel just long enough to pack up and check out. Jessica assigned Jane and Marie the task of getting all their stuff together while she used the hotel phone to make an anonymous tip to the police. She hoped this would help anyone else still being held captive at the mansion.

Josie was at the front desk when they checked out, and nervously avoided meeting Jessica’s eyes. After signing off on the astronomical bill, Jessica said, “Thank you so much for the excellent service.”

Josie looked up at her now and, smiling sheepishly, replied, “It was my pleasure.”

Rocky drove them to the train station and helped them get their luggage to the curb. There were hugs and kisses all around, and Celeste embraced Rocky warmly, kissing her on both cheeks while talking to her in French.

“She says she is deeply in your debt for the way you have helped her,” said Marie. “She will never forget you.”

Rocky tipped her hat and said, “Just doing my job, ma’am.” Marie translated this phrase for Celeste, who looked at Rocky quizzically, unsure of what she meant. Everyone laughed and Celeste smiled, happy to have amused them, though not sure why.

“Come and visit us sometime,” said Jessica.

Rocky looked from her to Marie, to Jane, to Celeste, and then back to Jessica. “I might just do that.” Then she turned and went back to her place behind the wheel, while the rest of them wheeled their luggage into the train station.

* * *

As they approached their home station, Jessica roused everyone and they gathered their things for arrival. The sun was just rising over the trees to their left as they trudged to the parking lot. The air was crisp and cool, and it felt to Jessica like the beginning of a glorious new day. But she was also tired, running on no sleep at all. So she let Jane drive them home as Marie and Celeste sat in the back, Marie pointing out local landmarks, Celeste asking questions about things they saw.

About a half-hour later they pulled into the garage. Jessica breathed a big sigh of relief as she walked into the house – she finally felt safe. And with that feeling a huge wave of fatigue hit her; suddenly she wanted nothing more than to be in bed. She made a beeline for the bedroom, shedding clothes as she went and leaving a trail on the floor, and was down to her panties, ready to dive between the sheets, when she stopped short.

The bed was occupied. Janice was laying on one side, facing away from Jessica; Olivia was sleeping on her back, arms thrown back over her head. They were both naked, which just for a moment gave Jessica ideas; but really she was too tired for anything like that.

Jessica put her hand on Janice’s shoulder and rocked her gently back and forth a few times until her eyes popped open. “Oh, hi, Jess,” said Janice, her mouth stretching into a huge yawn. “You’re home,” she said matter-of-factly; this was a surprise, but after all it was Jessica’s house and she had a right to be in it whenever she wanted to.

Janice nudged Olivia, who blinked her eyes a few times and reflexively pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness. She felt embarrassed, like she’d been caught doing something wrong, though that wasn’t really the case here.

Noting Jessica’s state of undress, Janice felt a tingle between her legs as she thought of the threesome she assumed was coming. But instead Jessica politely asked them to vacate the bed so she could get in. Five minutes later they were dressed and on their way – though not before being briefly introduced to the enchanting newcomer, Celeste – and Jessica was fast asleep.

* * *

Jessica woke up feeling disoriented. It was already dark outside; she had slept long and hard, having all kinds of crazy dreams. As she woke, the events of the recent days started coming back to her; just for a moment she wondered if that had all been a dream too, if there really was no such person as Celeste.

Putting on a robe, she walked out into the living room, where Jane sat drinking a glass of wine and reading a magazine. Seeing Jessica, Jane put down her glass, thinking something was going to be required of her. But Jessica just walked right past her, drawn by a delectable odor coming from the kitchen.

In the kitchen she found Marie and Celeste in aprons, pots and pans everywhere, several dishes going on the stove. There was chicken and rice, and some kind of vegetable stew. Jessica tasted each and nodded her head, looking over at Celeste, who nodded back. “Bonjour,” said Celeste, and Jessica responded in kind.

Glancing at the calendar on the refrigerator, Jessica remembered that it was Christmas Eve. Time to celebrate. Inside the fridge, Marie had already put two bottles on Champagne on chill; Jessica pulled one out and popped the cork. She poured glasses for everyone and handed them out, toasting their good fortune, their beauty, the future.

At Jessica’s prompting, Jane set the table, and a few minutes later they sat down to eat. Everyone was starving; the food was delicious, and they set to it with abandon, saying little until they’d had their fill. By the time everyone sat back in their chairs to breathe, both bottles of Champagne were gone and there were only scraps of food left on the table.

Feeling generous, Jessica volunteered to help Jane clean up, instructing Marie and Celeste to start a fire and relax. When the kitchen was clean enough to meet Jessica’s exacting standards, she grabbed a bottle of cognac from the cupboard and headed to the living room.

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When she got back inside Jessica found Marie, Jane, and Celeste sitting in bed together, naked. For a moment she was furious. Had they been... indulging without her? She could hardly believe it, and was ready to punish Jane and Marie right then and there, though this was hardly the time or place for it.

Reading the look on her mistress’s face, Marie spoke up. “Celeste said that sometimes people come to the rooms, to take drink orders and whatnot. It would look suspicious if we were all sitting here with our clothes on. This way at least it looks like we might have been, you know, engaged.”

By the time Marie was finished speaking Jessica was barely listening to her, focused instead on drinking in every detail of Celeste’s breathtaking body. Her perfect ebony skin covered a lithe frame that was toned and muscular, but still unmistakably feminine. Her breasts were ample but high and tight, topped by dark brown nipples that were slightly erect – it was a little cold in this room, Jessica realized. Her hipbones were exquisite, both the shape and the color of a violin; her thighs were powerful but not overly thick. A V-shaped thatch of black pubic hair dove down between her slightly parted legs, where just a glimpse of lighter-colored flesh was visible.

So absorbed was she, it took Jessica a minute to realize that Marie was trying to get her attention. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said, so what’s the plan?” responded Marie.

“Rocky’s on it. You girls should probably get dressed,” she said, glancing over again at Celeste. “Eventually.”

For Jane and Marie, getting dressed was a simple matter of retrieving their clothes. For Celeste it was more complex. She had no way of carrying anything with her, so whatever she wore would be her only outfit for awhile. It was easy for her to choose her favorite panties and best bra; after that it got a little more complicated. She actually had a fairly extensive wardrobe, as she was expected to look good for the clients.

She started trying on outfits, and the rest of them gave their opinions and made comments. It turned into kind of a fun game, with Celeste as their human dress-up doll giving them a little fashion show. Part of Jessica felt anxious about this. They were involved in serious business here; what they were doing could potentially put their lives at risk. Should they really be playing around this way, giggling like schoolgirls?

On the other hand, another part of her felt oddly calm. Some intuitive sense within her was telling her not to worry, that everything was going to be fine. So she stayed quiet and let things happen the way they were happening. They had time to kill, anyway.

Suddenly Jessica remembered their coats. There was no practical way to retrieve them without looking suspicious. She decided that they would have to be sacrificed – they were just things, anyway – but then it occurred to her, what if there’s something in one of the pockets that could identify us? That would not be good.

After telling the other three to be ready to go when she got back, Jessica headed down the hallway. Turning the corner, she suddenly found herself looking into the eyes of a pretty blonde who was lying face-down on a table in one of the rooms. Her hands were trussed behind her back and there was a black ball-gag in her mouth. Her eyes were wide, with an almost pleading look to them... and then the door slammed shut.

Something about this encounter shook Jessica for a moment, but then she reminded herself to focus, that time was of the essence. She made her way downstairs and told the maid that she had left something in her coat pocket. When she was led to the coat closet, Jessica went carefully through the pockets of all three coats but came up empty. Satisfied, she started back upstairs, passing two security guards who were conferring in hushed tones. The looks on their faces said that something was wrong; Jessica wondered how much they knew.

When she got back to the room, Celeste was wearing a practical all-black outfit – jeans, T-shirt, and sweater. Almost immediately Jessica’s phone buzzed with a text from Rocky: “It’s go time.” She told Marie, Jane, and Celeste to get ready, and put her phone on flashlight mode. A minute later, there was the sound of an explosion somewhere nearby and the lights went out.

The next few minutes were very surreal. Celeste led them out the door, through a hallway, and down the back stairs to the kitchen. It was completely dark in the mansion, save a glimmer of light coming through one skylight. There were sounds of a commotion and raised voices, but they saw only one person in the hallway – and whoever it was paid no attention to them, passing by in a hurry to get somewhere.

For a couple minutes they waited in the darkened pantry, staying completely quiet, hearing nothing but their own breathing and some distant shouting. Finally another message from Rocky came through – it said simply “OK,” indicating that the back door was unguarded.

They exited through the kitchen and out the door. About a hundred yards away something was on fire, and figures were running towards it. Keeping as close to the walls as possible, they moved quickly but quietly around to the side of the house. As arranged, Rocky had the car waiting for them, idling quietly in the shadows.

They all piled in and the car crept away down the driveway, rolling slowly with the lights off. They all held their breath, expecting the windows to be shot out at any moment; but it never happened. In a few minutes they reached the end of the drive and turned off onto the highway.

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When Jessica had finished with Tara and Ashley, she dressed and went back down to the foyer. Marie was waiting there on the couch; Jane apparently was still otherwise engaged.

The instant Jessica sat down Marie leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Can I talk to you?”

“Sure,” said Jessica. “What’s up?”

Marie gestured toward the door with her head. “Outside.” Intrigued, Jessica nodded her assent.

They retrieved their coats and walked out through the front door, past the security guards, or bouncers, or whatever they were. When they had strolled far enough down the driveway to be out of earshot, Marie started talking. “That girl I was with...”

Jessica interrupted. “She looked like she was really something. Was she amazing?”

Marie shook her head. “It wasn’t like that. We ended up just talking. She is from Haiti and speaks French. No English. So she has no one to talk to here. And I don’t get many chances to speak French, so....”

“Did you see her naked, at least?” asked Jessica.

“Don’t be so gauche,” admonished Marie, somewhat sharply. Jessica was taken aback – Marie never spoke to her this way. Something must be up. “Listen, she told me that she is a prisoner here. This place is run by gangsters. Those men at the door, if she tried to escape – they would shoot her.”

They walked on for a bit, looking up at the moon. “I knew something was wrong about this place,” said Jessica.

Marie turned and looked her mistress square in the eye. “We have to help her.”

“What can we do?”

“I don’t know,” admitted Marie. “But we have to do something.”

* * *

When they got back inside, Jane, Mimi, Tara, and Blondie were waiting for them. Jessica informed Mimi, however, that they would not be leaving.

“We’re, um, going back for seconds,” she said. “I’ll pay my own way this time, of course. We’ll get our own ride home.”

Mimi shrugged. “OK, then. We’re going to head back.” There were hugs and kisses all around, and Mimi and her companions left. Jessica found the hostess and told her that Marie had enjoyed her experience so much, they wanted to get the same girl again, and share her this time.

“Wonderful,” said the hostess. “Please sit, she’ll be with you in just a moment.”

Five minutes later she appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed differently than she had been previously, in a peasant blouse and a long, flowing skirt. Jessica thought that she looked even more beautiful than before. There was a sudden tightness in Jessica’s chest and she realized: Something important is happening here. This is going to change things. And I don’t even know this girl’s name yet!

As she came down the stairs she looked at them quizzically, seeming surprised – but not unhappy – to see them there. “Marie,” she said, and added a couple of sentences in French.

“Oui,” answered Marie, and indicating her mistress said “Jessica.” Then she pointed to Jane and said her name. To Jessica and Jane she said, “This is Celeste.”

“Enchanté,” said Celeste, curtsying.

“Enchanté,” replied Jessica, taking Celeste’s hand and kissing it. She smelled delicious and had amazingly soft skin. Jane said hi, but Celeste couldn’t tear her eyes away from Jessica’s. Jessica felt immediately that here was a kindred spirit, someone who she shared a connection with on the deepest level. She had to force herself to break eye contact and stand up.

“Let’s go upstairs,” said Jessica.

Once they were alone in the bedroom – somewhat smaller and less well-appointed than the one Jessica had been in with Ashley – Jessica, with Marie translating, asked Celeste a few questions. Starting with, “How did you get here?”

Celeste told them of a life of poverty and hardship in Haiti. She was the oldest of six siblings, and their father had died in an industrial accident when she was 10. After years of watching her mother struggle, and mostly fail, to make ends meet, she decided to do whatever she could to help the family. So she agreed to a deal where she would be smuggled into the United States and work as a maid so she could send money home. But the smugglers had turned out to be untrustworthy, and she’d ended up here.

“How long have you been here?” asked Jessica.

About six months, came the reply. In that time she had not set foot outside the building, nor had she been able to send a single dime home to her family.

“And so you wish to leave.”

Celeste nodded her head and said firmly, “Oui.”

Jessica got out her phone and, after figuring out where they were, called Rocky and asked if she could come get them. Fortunately she was not engaged, though it would take her about an hour to get there.

In the meantime, Jessica tried to think strategically. Before coming back inside she and Marie had walked around to the back of the house. There was a back door, but it was also guarded, though only with a single guard. They needed a plan, but Jessica was finding it hard to think straight in Celeste’s presence. She was tempted to say, well, we have an hour to kill, why don’t we just....

But it wouldn’t have been appropriate in this situation. She already felt a little bit guilty about Ashley, and about this whole setup. She decided then and there that she was through paying for sex. There was a thrill to it, but she didn’t want to do it anymore.

When Rocky finally texted that she had arrived, Jessica went down to talk to her, leaving Marie and Jane with Celeste. As she walked down the stairs in front of the house she felt like the security guards were watching her, like they knew something was up. But how could they?

Jessica slid into the front passenger seat of the limo and took a few minutes to explain the situation to Rocky. When she was done, Rocky replied, “Ooh, an adventure! I’m in. What’s your plan?” Jessica had to admit that she didn’t really have one.

Rocky took a minute to look around at the mansion and its grounds. “First we need to cut the power. That should be easy enough. But a place like this will have a generator, so we'll need to deal with that. And create some kind of distraction, maybe a fire.” She paused. “I have a can of gas in back.”

Turning back to look to her right, Rocky saw Jessica staring at her in utter amazement. She shrugged. “I used to hang around with some bad people who did bad stuff. But I paid my debt to society. I’ve been on the straight and narrow for 10 years. I mean, relatively. But since this is for a good cause....”

They talked over a few details and Jessica turned to go. “Thanks,” she said. “And good luck.”

“Vaya con Dios,” said Rocky. “See you on the other side.”