Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 97

Hana was quite happy to lean back against the wall and let Jenny worship her pussy for awhile. She hadn’t been laid for a few days now... no, wait, it was a couple weeks. She had plenty of opportunities while on tour, but found that she got bored of one-night stands. 

Sometimes Hana got jealous of her bandmates’ relationship. Of course, they’d had lots of threesomes before, and would again; but Hana knew that she would never share the bond Haley and Donna had. So she got lonely, and that was why she’d written the new song.

But at the moment everything was peaches and cream as Jenny fingered Hana while licking her clit. That was enough for one orgasm; for the second, Hana rubbed her clit on Jenny’s nose while the younger girl’s tongue probed up inside her. After such a long dry spell, Jenny was completely intoxicated with Hana’s taste and smell, and would have kept going indefinitely if Hana hadn’t finally pushed her away.

When Hana released Jenny’s head — she had been gripping it quite forcefully while approaching climax — Jenny leaned back, swaying a little, mouth and nose sticky with Hana’s juices, a sweet and slightly dazed look on her face. At that moment Hana snapped out of passive mode and back to her normal, more assertive self. Scooping Jenny up like a ragdoll, Hana carried her across the room and deposited her face-down on the bed, an antique canopy number with brass bedposts.

Pulling Jenny up onto her knees, Hana lifted the leather skirt — not that it was really necessary in this position; the skirt had already ridden up around Jenny’s hips. When Hana yanked Jenny’s panties down around her knees, her cheeks shone like two pale moons in the darkened bedroom. Hana’s nostrils flared as the rich scent of marinating female hit them. Without further prelude, she leaned down and began to tongue-fuck Jenny from behind. 

Jenny braced her hands against the mattress and pushed back against Hana’s face, trying to get that tongue inside her as far as possible. She moaned and panted as Hana’s hands slid underneath to cup her tits. Before long Jenny came hard, gasping for breath, and quickly pulled a pillow underneath her before letting her head fall onto the bed.

Hana give Jenny a few seconds to recover, then whipped off the little belt that went around her skirt. Taking hold of both ends, she landed three quick blows on each of Jenny’s butt cheeks. Jenny groaned and squirmed, thinking to herself, yes yes yes, this is what I’ve really been needing.

Now Hana pulled Jenny’s hands behind her back and used the belt to bind them. She gave Jenny one more slap on each cheek with her open hand, then turned away. Jenny had begun to drool a little bit, anticipating what might be coming. And she was not disappointed; when Hana turned around again, she was buckling herself into a big, dark blue strap-on. This was what Jenny had really, really been needing; she wriggled her panties down to her ankles, then kicked them off and spread her legs wide.

Hana took a moment to appreciate the sight of the gorgeous young girl offering herself as Jenny looked back over her shoulder, doe-eyed and supplicant. Jenny licked her lips and angled her hips, and when Hana plunged in, Jenny closed her eyes and imagined it was Kristin giving it to her.

* * *

The next morning, after a long, luxurious breakfast, Monika invited Jodie and Miss White up to her studio. It had been chilly downstairs — the house was big and drafty, and the outside temperature had dropped considerably from the day before — but in the studio, with warm air rising from below and sunlight streaming in through the windows and skylight, it was almost hot. Jodie pulled off her sweater, revealing a tiny blue halter top, and sprawled out in a chair to soak up the sun.

Monika took Miss White over to the computer and began proudly showing off her favorite photographs. Some were studies for the paintings that were scattered around the room, some were ideas that hadn’t quite worked out, and a few Monika had considered too racy for public consumption. 

There was a series of photos of Annika that were truly breathtaking, clearly taken right there in the studio. She looked younger and her hair was longer, but her pale blue eyes showed an icy maturity. At first she looked sweet and innocent, wearing a floral summer dress. Then she was in lingerie, and then completely naked. Miss White felt herself getting warmer by the minute, her nipples beginning to press against the fabric of her t-shirt.

Next the pictures began to show Annika bound in various positions, sometimes ball-gagged, sometimes spread-eagled. They were wonderfully sexy images, and something about them suggested an intimacy that went beyond the relationship between photographer and subject. Miss White began to wonder if there had been something between Monika and Annika, and after their heart-to-heart the night before, she felt comfortable just asking.

Monika sighed, stood up, and walked over to the little fridge that was under the table against one wall. “Well, it’s like this,” she said, and pulled out a bottle of champagne. Popping the cork, she poured glasses for the three of them as she began to tell the story.

“Back when I was splitting up with Astrid and Annika’s father, we were living in New York City. I got the house and he moved to Los Angeles, where his business was taking off at the time. Astrid was already in college and Annika was in the last semester of her senior year. She wanted to stay in her same school to graduate, so she lived with me. She had just turned 18.

“Now, I was just beginning to come to terms with my true... proclivities. And as for Annika, we had always wondered why she never dated. What we didn’t know was that she had always been a lesbian, but because her father was very conservative, she had been too afraid to act on her desires.

“There had always been an attraction between us, though neither of us would have known how to express it. And then, one day... we just ended up in bed together. It was a revelation for both of us. So she was my first woman, and I was hers.

“We had a lovely spring and summer together. Then fall came, and Annika went to college and went on with her life... and I went on with mine. But we’ve always had a bond. Occasionally we get together and relive old times.” Here Monika glanced at the clock on the wall to her right. “In fact, her plane arrives in about three hours.”

By this point they had each finished a glass of champagne and started on a second, and Monika suggested that Miss White and Jodie might like to pose for some pictures. Miss White was hesitant; she was very protective of both of their privacy. Monika suggested that they could wear masks, and finally Miss White agreed, sensing that this was a special moment that wouldn’t come again.

* * *

It had been late in the morning when Jenny woke up, and though she knew she probably should be getting home, she felt no motivation to get out of bed. Hana was curled up against her side, smiling sweetly and looking radiantly peaceful.

When Hana finally stirred they walked down the street for coffee and donuts. Halfway through her glazed old-fashioned Hana looked up at Jenny and said, matter-of-factly, “You should come with us.”

“Hm?” answered Jenny, licking chocolate icing from her fingers.

“Today’s a day off,” Hana explained. “Tomorrow’s Amarillo, then Albuquerque, then Phoenix, and Vegas on New Year’s Eve. You should come along.”

Jenny frowned. “I don’t know,” she said. “It sounds fun, but my parents....”

“You’re a grown woman, Jenny,” growled Hana. Five minutes ago she hadn’t even thought of this idea; but now she was very attached to it.

“I have my dad’s car,” Jenny said quietly, in a thinking-out-loud tone. “But he’s not working this week.” Looking into Hana’s big brown eyes, she was suddenly overcome with a desire to please the older girl. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask.” She went outside to call home as Hana walked to the counter for more coffee. 

When she returned a few minutes later she had a big, goofy smile on her face. Surprisingly, it hadn’t been difficult at all to convince her mother that she should go on this adventure. Having led a sheltered life herself, Keiko hoped for something more Jenny, and was excited by the possibility of living vicariously through her daughter.

Jenny gave the good news to Hana, who jumped up to hug and kiss her. “We’re gonna have a blast.”

When they got back to the hotel Hana began to peel Jenny’s clothes off, oblivious to the fact that it was already after checkout time. Soon Jenny was on her back on the bed, her face covered by Hana’s crotch as Hana’s tongue pushed between her folds. It was hard for Jenny to relax expecting that any minute there would be a knock at the door, telling them it was time to go. In her mind’s eye Jenny saw the door swing open and a maid standing on the other side, catching them in flagrante delicto. 

But then, in Jenny’s little fantasy, the maid closed the door behind her. She was a short Latina with big boobs and plump lips, which she licked as she watched Jenny and Hana pleasure each other. Then she was moving toward the bed, stripping as she went....

That was enough to send Jenny off into a shuddering climax as Hana’s soft mouth closed around her clit.

* * *

Monika had moved Miss White and Jodie through a series of poses, gradually getting them to shed clothes until they were both naked. She got a number of excellent shots, but her favorite was one of them in the position they’d been in when she’d first seen them together: Miss White sitting on a chair as Jodie curled up at her feet, head resting on the older woman’s thigh. Of course, they hadn’t been nude at the wedding reception — but it made for a lovely image.

Eventually Monika had to leave for the airport to pick up Annika, and Miss White and Jodie retired to their room, still in their birthday suits. The photo session had gotten them quite hot and bothered, and they quickly tumbled into bed without bothering to close the door. Miss White was just settling down onto Jodie’s face when Annie appeared at the door and stopped dead, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Reaching down, Miss White spread Jodie’s labia with her index fingers and and jerked her head to Annie, who slinked into the room, shedding clothes as she approached....

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 96

That evening in New Orleans, Angel wanted to go to a club that she knew in the French Quarter; a friend of hers was DJing. Monika opted out, saying that she needed a night off. After thinking for a moment, Miss White also demurred, sensing that Monika might like to have some company at home. But she encouraged Jodie to go, and so the three younger women dressed and took off in the mid-evening.

Monika opened one of the best bottles of wine from her cellar and she and Miss White sat down by the fireside in the living room to talk. Monika did most of the talking; it turned out she had some things she wanted to get off her chest. A lot of it had to do with Angel, who as Miss White suspected had been Monika’s maid before Annie. She’d been only 20 when Monika hired her. 

At first Angel had been merely eye candy, but over time Monika had felt her feelings changing. They became lovers, then something more than that; as their relationship blossomed, Angel had done less and less work around the house until finally Monika was obliged to hire a new maid. For a while things had been very harmonious; Angel enjoyed having someone to boss around, and both of them enjoyed Annie’s Eastern European beauty and sweet, submissive nature.

But recently things had started to go downhill. Angel had become moody and contrary; at times she disappeared for a whole day, or even longer. Monika knew that she had other lovers; shaking her head and sipping her wine, she confessed to Miss White that Angel “still has a taste for dick sometimes.” 

Miss White thought immediately of Joseph Charles, and as if reading her mind, Monika soon confirmed that he and Angel sometimes slept together. “Which is fine,” added Monika, “I like Joseph. He’s clean and he isn’t going to hurt her.” What bothered her was that Angel seemed chronically unhappy. She suspected it had something to do with Angel’s career, or lack thereof. Though beautiful, she was not much of an actress, and didn’t pursue it with much enthusiasm. She was much more suited to music; but though she was still young enough to make the change, it would mean going against her father, who exerted a powerful influence on her.

The disappearances worried Monika too. She suspected that Angel might be doing hard drugs and hanging out with dangerous people. Cutting Angel’s allowance hadn’t helped; she always seemed to find a way to get money. All Monika’s attempts to curb her misbehavior had met with failure. Sighing, she said to Miss White, “I can punish her, but I can’t control her.”

Finally Monika seemed to tire of talking about her problems, and changed the subject by asking Miss White how she and Jodie had met. Miss White hesitated; it was a weird story, and she wasn’t sure what Monika might think. But finally she decided to go ahead, and as she began talking about Alpha Beta Delta, she felt a surprising twinge of homesickness. 

* * *

The nightclub Jenny walked into felt more like somebody’s home than a place of business, though it did have a stage and a bar. There were only a few people there, and for a second Jenny thought she might be in the wrong place, but then she recognized Donna’s drums at the back of the stage.

Jenny bought a bottle of beer and sat down to watch the opening act, and earnest young folksinger with an out-of-tune guitar and a shaky sense of pitch. Gradually the club began to fill up, and by the time the singer finished his set — not a moment too soon, Jenny thought — there was hardly any room to move around. Jenny scanned the crowd, hoping to get a glimpse of Hana or her bandmates, but they were nowhere to be seen.

During the interval Jenny was chatted up by a good-looking, slightly butch woman in her late twenties or early thirties. She was nice enough but Jenny found herself unable to concentrate on the conversation; finally she excused herself to make her way closer to the stage.

A few minutes later Hana appeared onstage, looking both adorable and fierce in a torn t-shirt and plaid skirt. After strapping on her guitar she grinned and addressed the audience. “My band is a little late,” she explained. “I think they got lost. Anyway, here’s a new song I’ve been working on.”

It was a song about loneliness, appropriately enough, and clearly very heartfelt; Jenny found herself misting up by the time it was over. The crowd was still applauding when Haley and Donna walked in through the front door of the club, looking sheepish and maybe a little drunk. Hana’s expression was annoyed but tolerant as she said to the crowd, “Ladies and gentlemen, the band.”

Looking around, Jenny noticed for the first time that the audience was overwhelmingly female. She wondered idly how many of them were lesbians, and felt her nipples stiffen at the idea that possibly, just maybe, she might get laid that night. Then Donna was counting off a song and the band launched into a piledriver of a riff; from that point on Jenny’s attention was riveted on the stage for the next 90 minutes.

* * *

By the time the bottle of wine was empty Miss White was feeling a new intimacy with Monika, who seemed cheered by having had a chance to unburden herself. Miss White took the opportunity to ask about the vintage strap-on, which she had been curious about.

“It was my great-grandmother’s, if you can believe that,” Monika said. “I found it in a box of her things that I inherited. They don’t make ’em like that anymore.”

Miss White laughed but she was starting to feel itchy. After everything they had shared, she felt like she could come right out and say what she wanted. “Would you mind....”

* * *

Jenny thought that Hana and her band sounded even better this time; they had written some great new songs, and were extremely tight from having been on tour. The audience was loud and raucous, and the band obliged them with three encores. Jenny found herself dancing with abandon, sweaty and exhilarated. 

When the crowd began to disperse, Jenny walked right to the front of the stage, where the band was packing up their gear. Catching Hana’s eye, Jenny waved and said hi. A puzzled look crept across Hana’s face; she cocked her head and said, “Do I know you?”

Jenny was mortified; she could feel herself blushing bright red. Then Hana flashed her a big smile and teased, “Gotcha.” Jenny was flooded with relief as Hana came to the front of the stage, towering over Jenny despite her small stature. “Hi Jenny,” she said, adding abruptly but not rudely, “What are you doing here?”

* * *

Monika was sitting on the sofa naked from the waist down except for her strap-on, looking very relaxed and quite sexy, Miss White thought. The head of the phallus seemed to wink at her, communicating its desire to be inside her — and that was what she wanted too.

Miss White felt comfortable letting her guard down in this situation. She took of all her clothes and sat down next to Monika, then leaned down and ran her tongue along the length of the shaft. She wrapped her lips around the head, then began to work her way down. She wasn’t much of a deep-throater — it wasn’t a skill she had much use for — but she did a credible job, enjoying combination of the soft texture of the leather and the hardness of the dildo, which almost seemed to throb as if alive.

Out of nowhere an image popped into Miss White’s head of Angel screaming in ecstasy as Joseph Charles fucked her from behind. Miss White had never been with a man and had no interest in doing so, but once in a while she was idly curious what it was like.

Easing her mouth off the strap-on, Miss White shook her head to clear it. Focus on the here and now, she told herself. Moving to straddle Monika’s lap, Miss White took hold of the dildo and pressed the tip against her pussy lips. Gritting her teeth, Miss White gazed evenly into Monika’s eyes as she sank down onto the girthy shaft.

* * *

After helping the three girls load their gear into their van, Jenny joined them for a drink at a bar they knew down the street. After two rounds Haley and Donna said good night and took off; they were staying with friends in the Austin suburbs. This meant that Hana had the hotel room to herself, and after one more drink she asked Jenny back to it.

She didn’t have to ask twice. Jenny had been horny to begin with; the music and alcohol had gotten her more excited; and after an hour and a half sitting with Hana — drinking in her beautiful body, gazing into her big brown eyes, and remembering their previous time together — she was sopping wet and ready for action.

The hotel was close by and once they were there, Jenny surprised both Hana and herself with her aggressiveness. The door had barely closed behind them when she had Hana up against the wall, kissing her hard on the mouth, feeling the tops of Hana’s breasts pressing against the bottoms of her own. Soon Jenny was pulling off Hana’s t-shirt, then her bra, and eagerly sucking on those soft, delicious mounds of flesh.

Then Jenny was dropping to her knees, wiggling her head up underneath Hana’s skirt, and taking a deep breath of the heady combined scents of girl sweat and pussy juice. Hana leaned back against the wall and let her legs fall open as Jenny kissed her mons through her underpants. Suddenly Jenny couldn’t wait another fraction of a second, she had to taste Hana’s pussy now; she pulled the crotch of Hana’s panties aside and went to town.

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As Jodie walked back down the hall cradling a strap-on gently in her hands like a holy relic, Annie was coming up the stairs doing much the same thing. Suddenly Jodie had the feeling that she was a participant in some sacred rite, and she stood up straighter, walking with grace and elegance.

When they got back to the master bedroom they found that Angel was now kneeling on the rug next to the blazing fire, still blindfolded, hands tied behind her back. Monika took her device from Annie, and Miss White hers from Jodie, and they both harnessed up. 

Stepping forward, Monika laid both hands on Angel’s head and guided the tip of her phallus between the bound girl’s lips. Opening wide, Angel soon took almost the whole thing into her mouth. Monika flexed her glutes and pushed in every last millimeter, causing Angel to gag just a little. At this point Monika backed off and began a slow in-and-out.

At a signal from Monika, Miss White moved around behind Angel, took hold of her hips, and pulled her back so that she was bent over. Miss White reached down and ran one finger up the length of Angel’s wet furrow, then pried the already puckered lips apart with her thumbs.

Gripping the thick red phallus in her hand, Miss White ran the head up and down the surface of Angel’s slit several times. Then she lifted Angel’s hips a little, wriggled a few inches forward so she was right underneath, and pulled Angel down again while forcefully thrusting her own hips upward. This drove the full length of the dildo home, causing Angel to gasp as she struggled to adjust to the sudden fullness. Monika gave her a few seconds before again taking hold of her head and continuing to fuck her lovely mouth.

Jodie and Annie had taken seats on the edge of the bed and were gently masturbating each other as they watched Angel take it from both ends. After a few minutes Monika and Miss White traded sides — actually, they just pulled out, spun Angel around 180 degrees, and plunged back in again. 

By the time she’d been rotated several more times Angel was dizzy, sticky, disoriented, and well and thoroughly fucked. Sensing that she’d had enough, Monika pulled off Angel’s blindfold and stood up, strap-on bobbing gently as she reached for her snifter. Miss White followed suit, leaving Angel to recover as she looked around the room, blinking in the soft but unaccustomed light.

Jodie and Annie were now 69ing on the bed, and after refreshing themselves Miss White and Monika walked over there. Taking up positions on either side of the bed, they spent an extended period indulging themselves by filling any hole that appealed to them. Miss White was plowing Annie’s pussy when Monika took hold of Jodie, who had been on top, and rolled her over onto her back.

Quickly whipping off her harness, Monika settled her crotch down onto Jodie’s mouth. Seeing this, Miss White did likewise, setting her strap-on aside and sitting on Annie’s face. At this point Angel knee-walked over and began to lick Jodie’s pussy. She’d been dying for another taste since earlier in the limo.

Eventually they all untangled, put on robes, and adjourned downstairs for a snack. Monika caught Miss White’s eye and gave her a wink; they made a very good team.

All their appetites thoroughly satisfied, Miss White and Jodie finally rolled into bed just as the first rays of sunshine were appearing in the sky.

* * *

The sun was just crawling over the horizon — a little later in the more Northern latitude — as Nicola woke up. Hung over and disoriented, she wasn’t quite sure where she was; but catching a glimpse of the naked body next to her, she assumed she was in bed with Kristin.

Hangovers always made Nicola a little horny, and the woman next to her had the covers pulled down to reveal ample breasts and a thatch of downy blond pubic hair. Her arm was over her face and so, feeling naughty, Nicola scooted over and began to suckle on a nipple.

The blonde began to stir but didn’t change positions, though the nipple stiffened in Nicola’s mouth. Soon Nicola moved to the other breast, then began to kiss her way down. She rubbed her nose in the soft, fragrant bush, then gently parted the blonde’s legs and ran her tongue from bottom to top along the length of the beckoning slit between them.

Only then did Nicola look up to find herself staring right into the big blue eyes of Carol Thompson — eyes that were stretched wide with astonishment. A long, complicated look passed between them. Nicola blushed bright red but didn’t move, waiting for the older woman to say or do something.

Carol finally spoke in a quiet voice made husky by desire. “Just this one time.”

* * *

Jenny woke up early, excited about her adventure. It had been much easier than she expected to convince her parents to let her go to the city alone. Her newfound self-confidence seemed to have led them to believe that she could take care of herself — which she wasn’t really so sure about, but bluffed as if she was.

After a quick bowl of cereal and cup of tea Jenny hit the road, worried that her folks might wake up and come to their senses. There was no one else on the road so she drove slowly. She was in no hurry; she had a whole day to kill.

After arriving in Austin she parked downtown and spent a long time just walking around, taking in the sights and people-watching. When it was close to noon she had lunch, then got her nails done. After leaving the salon she drifted back in the general direction of her car, walking slowly and window-shopping. 

Suddenly something caught her eye: an incredibly cute, and extremely short, black leather skirt. It was a damn sight more rock’n’roll than the peasant skirt she had on, and after hesitating for a moment, she went into the store. She had some Christmas money to spend, and soon the skirt was hers. The clerk asked if she wanted to wear it out of the store, and she said yes.

Outside, Jenny checked her reflection in the window, turning to see how the skirt flattered her ass. It was good, but could be better — an outfit like this really called for heels, and so she sought out a shoe store. The rest of her Christmas money went to a pair of black stilettos — not too high, as she was awkward on heels, but enough to make her butt stick out.

Feeling sexy and confident, Jenny walked out of the shoe store carrying the bag holding her old skirt and shoes. When she was almost back to her car she checked her watch. There was still some time to kill. She stashed the bag in her car and backtracked to a bar she’d seen a couple blocks back.

Jenny sat down and ordered some chicken wings and a beer, forgetting for the moment that she was only 18; the bartender didn’t seem to notice or care anyway. As she sat sipping and nibbling Jenny could feel eyes on her; she knew she looked good, and it was a flattering but also unnerving sensation. She nursed her beer for as long as she could, keeping her eyes fixed on her phone. When she finally checked her watch again, she was relieved to see that it was almost showtime.

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For a moment Miss White hesitated. She wanted a taste of that yummy little cunt right now, and she had been so close; her flared nostrils were filled with Angel’s salty, fishy musk. But something told her that the wait would be worthwhile. This was Monika’s home after all, and Miss White decided to let Monika run the show — at least for now.

Monika led Miss White and Angel upstairs, followed by Annie and Jodie, who trailed along behind unsure if they had a part in this, but not knowing what else to do. In the master bedroom Monika told Annie to start a fire while she led Angel over to the bed.

There was a bottle of cognac on the mantlepiece along with a couple of snifters, and Miss White helped herself to a generous pour, sinking back into the shadows as Monika stripped Angel naked. Jodie sidled up beside her and Miss White slid an arm around the younger woman, feeling deliciously voyeuristic as they watched Annie bring her mistress restraints, nipple clamps, and a ballgag.

A few minutes later Angel was face-down on the bed, wrists and ankles securely bound, ass once again in the air. It was a delectable sight, and before things went any further Monika made sure to document it in pictures; she might want to paint it later.

There was a large leather case sitting by the bed, and Monika now opened it to reveal a wide variety of instruments of punishment. She gave first choice to Miss White, who spent some time admiring the selection of whips, paddles, canes, and crops before finally opting for the gentlest flogger in the case. She had no bone to pick with Angel, and no desire to damage that perfect ass.

Monika, for her part, chose a slapper with a tiny head that she knew from experience would sting but not mark. This wasn’t really about punishing Angel; it was about whipping her up into a fever pitch.

Miss White took the first turn, bringing the flogger down on Angel’s cheeks, then dragging it down across her perineum and inner thighs. This was more of a caress than a blow, and was quickly counterpointed by the harsh “thwack” of Monika’s slapper lashing out and pulling back faster than the eye could see.

Angel moaned into her gag and her rump shook in a way that everyone in the room found quite pleasing. Annie and Jodie stood their arms around each other, whispering and giggling as their mistresses spanked the bound girl. 

Now Miss White brought the flogger down again, even softer than before, making sure that one strand dragged across Angel’s pussy. Monika gestured for her to continue and she did, taking up a slow but steady rhythm as she flogged Angel’s ass, thighs, belly, and crotch. Then every so often, at some random time in some random place, Monika’s slapper would strike out like a snake and land a firm, echoing blow.

Annie was now standing behind Jodie, her arms wrapped around to cup Jodie’s breasts as Jodie rubbed her ass against Annie’s pelvis. Everyone in the room was getting hot and bothered, but no one so much as Angel, who now had visible rivulets of girl juice running down her thighs. 

Seeing this, Miss White suddenly couldn’t wait a second longer. Handing her flogger to Jodie, she wriggled underneath and began to lick the nectar from Angel’s soft brown flesh. This was a very undignified position for her to be in but she didn’t care anymore; when she had cleaned all the sticky liquid off Angel’s thighs, she went to the source for more, stabbing her tongue forcefully inside. Primed as she was, Angel came almost instantly, trembling violently and moaning into her gag. 

Jodie had been standing there with the flogger in her hand, unsure what to do, but finally decided that she needed to do *something.* So she resumed gently flogging Angel’s rump, trying to avoid inadvertently hitting Miss White. Monika, meanwhile, had followed suit by handing her slapper over to Annie. A similar dynamic to the previous one emerged, with Jodie gentle and steady as Annie wielded her weapon unpredictably and with relish.

Monika poured herself a spot of brandy and sat down to watch for a while. The scene before her was an inspiring one: The bound Angel’s rump wiggling as Miss White tongue-fucked her, Jodie and Angel standing over them with spanking tools. She would have liked to take a picture, but that would have been rude to her guests; so instead she focused on fixing the image in her mind.

Miss White considered herself a connoisseur of pussy and Angel’s was one of the most delicious she’d ever tasted. She felt like she could never get enough, but after making Angel come half a dozen times her tongue was beginning to tire, and so finally she extricated herself and stood up. She wanted to share the wonderful taste with Jodie, so she gave the younger woman a big, open-mouthed kiss.

The passionate kiss combined with the powerful taste made Jodie a little lightheaded; she sat down on the edge of the bed and for a moment it was quiet and still in the room. Then Monika broke the silence by telling Annie to go fetch her strap-on. That sounded like a good idea to Miss White, so after giving Jodie a few seconds to recover, she gave a similar instruction.

Pouring herself a small brandy, Miss White swirled the brown liquid around in the glass, then held it up to Monika for a toast. It had been quite a full night already, but she felt energized and ready for more.

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Just then the front door of the house opened and closed, and Kristin heard her mother’s voice from the hall. Carol had spent the whole day supervising the kitchen at the local homeless shelter, where she was one of the leading lights. Kristin, Nicola, and Lina had all put in shifts, but Carol was by the far most active, sticking around until the last dish was washed.

Carol sat down next to Lina and poured herself a glass of wine, and after a few minutes of chitchat the three of them resumed watching the movie. But before long Carol was yawning audibly; she had gotten up quite early that morning and was wiped out. After polishing off her glass of wine she said good night and headed upstairs.

This time neither Kristin nor Lina took their eyes off the screen until Carol returned a couple minutes later, asking “Why is Nicola in my bed?”

Kristin smirked. “She just wandered in there, I guess. She looked so happy I didn’t want to disturb her.”

“Oh,” said Carol, and after thinking for a moment she added, “Well, I guess that’s OK. It’s a big bed.” Jim Thompson and Carl Santini were out of town attending yet another football game.

Once she was gone Kristin and Lina went back to watching the movie, but neither of them was paying much attention anymore. Inch by inch Kristin slid closer to Lina, and by the time the movie ended, they were pressed right together, feeling each other’s warmth and respiration.

As soon as the credits started to roll, Kristin leaned in for a kiss. Lina’s lips were soft and yielding, and Kristin’s left arm snaked across her body and reached out to squeeze one of Lina’s boobs. To Lina, it was not unlike the first time a boy had made a move on her in her teenage years; for a long moment she put up no resistance, then suddenly she pulled away, wide-eyed, and whispered, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Kristin whispered back, giving Lina’s tit another little squeeze. She was experienced enough to know when a woman was ready, and knew how to take charge. Standing up, Kristin took hold of Lina’s hand and got her on her feet. 

Kristin’s grip was firm and forceful but not rough, and Lina instinctively followed her lead as she began to climb the stairs. With every step Lina’s inner voice of reason was telling her “No no no, you can’t do this,” but somehow she found herself putting one foot in front of the other.

 

At the top of the stairs Lina looked to the right to the closed door of Carol’s bedroom, that room she had spent so many hours in over the years. But now she was being pulled in the opposite direction by this young woman who, in the dim light of the hallway, was virtually Carol’s doppelganger. It was completely quiet except for a faint sound of snoring, which both Kristin and Lina recognized as Carol’s.

Once they were inside her bedroom, Kristin closed and locked the door. It had felt so deliciously naughty sneaking past her mother that way. If she’d really wanted to be safe she’d have taken Lina over to the Santinis’ house; the risk was part of the thrill.

Wrapping her hands around Lina’s waist, Kristin buried her face in the older woman’s cleavage, just like she’d been wanting to do all night. In that moment all of Lina’s remaining resistance melted away; she could feel the strength of Kristin’s desire, and her own body was responding in kind, nipples stiffening and pussy lubricating. She hadn’t been able to be with Carol for a while now, and found all that pent-up desire releasing itself for Carol’s daughter.

Kristin pulled down the top of Lina’s dress and lifted her bra, allowing her luscious breasts to pop out. Her nipples were swollen and straining, and Kristin wasted no time leaning down to suck each one in turn. This caused Lina to let out a gasp that seemed to echo in the silence of the room. Kristin put a finger to her lips to remind her that she needed to be quiet, but Lina began to submissively suck the finger, and Kristin didn’t stop her.

Suddenly Kristin remembered that these breasts had fed Nicola as a baby. She wondered if they had ever fed her as well; she and Nicola were only a few months apart in age. The idea was strange but quite sexy, and Kristin hastily pulled Lina’s bra all the way off so she could lick everything.

Lina was panting gently, trying to maintain her composure; she hadn’t been this turned on in a long, long time. And it only got worse when Kristin dropped to her knees, lifted Lina’s dress, and nuzzled her nose into the “V” where the older woman’s legs met. This caused Lina’s knees to buckle and she fell back heavily onto the bed, making the box spring rattle and whine.

Kristin paused for a moment, listening for any sound coming from down the hall. There was nothing, so she resumed what she had been doing, again raising the hem of the dress, which had settled back when Lina fell. Kristin parted Lina’s legs; she was wearing a thong that had nestled into the furrow between her pussy lips, and Kristin took hold of it and worked it up and down a few times. This time Lina let out a throaty moan that was very sexy but hardly discreet. Thinking quickly, Kristin pulled off the thong and stuck it into Lina’s mouth; that ought to keep her quiet.

For a long moment Kristin knelt there staring right into Lina’s vagina. So Nicola had come out of there; it was really quite amazing. Kristin decided that it deserved a reward, so she hooked her thumb inside from underneath and bent forward to give it a top-notch, A-one tongue bath.

It didn’t take long for Lina to begin to tremble and spasm, and thanks to the thong she was relatively quiet. Kristin pulled her head back. Lina was insanely delicious, and she fully intended to taste deeply and at length, but she had more in mind.

Kristin stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. She hadn’t consciously set out to dress schoolgirl-sluttishly that day, but that was what had happened; she was wearing an extremely sheer white blouse that did little to hide her black lace bra, and a very short red-and-green plaid skirt. She did a slow striptease for Lina, watching the older woman’s eyes the whole time, enjoying the obvious lust that was in them.

When she was naked Kristin got onto the bed and climbed into a straddle over Lina’s head. In a flash they were 69ing intensely, gripping each other tight, tongues and fingers hard at work. They kept at it for what seemed like hours, coming over and over, sometimes together and sometimes separately. It was completely forgotten that they were trying to be secretive, but fortunately their cries were generally muffled by each other’s cunts.

Finally Kristin rolled off and they lay there tired, sated, sweaty, trying to catch their breath. But soon Lina decided that she had better go; she had really gotten away with something here, if indeed she had gotten away with it. After quickly dressing she bent down to kiss Kristin on the lips — lips thoroughly coated with her own juices — and whispered, “Just this one time.”

Kristin shrugged. She felt completely content and pleasantly tired; the future mattered not at all. She was asleep almost as soon as Lina left the room.

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The band was packing up and Frank Sinatra’s “In the Wee Small Hours” was playing on the sound system as the five women reclaimed their coats and exited the club. Joseph was waiting for them but this time he didn’t leave the car to greet them; it was late and cold, and he’d been working hard while they danced and drank.

They had barely been on the road a minute when Angel slid onto the floor, knelt in front of Jodie, and pulled her legs apart. Jodie’s eyes went wide with surprise as Angel lifted her skirt and leaned down to place a kiss on the crotch of her panties. She was quite wet down there, both with sweat and lubrication, from the dirty dancing she and Angel had been doing; when Angel pulled the thin strip of fabric aside, her pussy lips were a vivid, glistening pink.

As Angel ran the tip of her tongue up the length of Jodie’s slit, Miss White glanced over at Monika, who was watching raptly with intense, flashing eyes. And it was indeed a beautiful sight. Jodie settled back into her seat, lifting her hips a little as Angel pulled her panties down and off. Jodie began to moan quietly as Angel spread her legs again, penetrated her with a finger, then bent forward to lap at her clit.

Miss White had been sitting across from Jodie, which mean that Angel’s magnificent rump was now pointing right at her. Kicking off one shoe, Miss White extended her foot and used it to lift Angel’s skirt. The thong Angel was wearing didn’t cover anything, and Miss White took a minute to admire the full beauty of the perfectly rounded cheeks before she began to tease Angel’s inner thighs with her toes. Angel’s ass began to gyrate and more than anything Miss White wanted to kiss it, slap it, lick it, bite it. But she wasn’t going to get down there on the floor of the limo; it was beneath her dignity.

Without taking her eyes off Angel and Jodie for a second, Monika reached out one hand and began to grope Annie, who was sitting next to her. Annie shifted slightly in her seat as Monika’s hand crept up under her skirt and between her legs.

Now Angel was rubbing her crotch against Miss White’s big toe, which slipped inside a little bit, causing Angel to shiver and moan into Jodie’s crotch. Everyone in the car was pretty hot and bothered by this point, and a full-blown orgy might have broken out if they hadn’t pulled up in front of the house just then.

Everyone stopped what they were doing except Angel, who continued slurping away at Jodie’s pussy until Monika reached over and pulled her away. Skirts were quickly lifted and everyone was more or less covered by the time Joseph opened the door.

Worn out as he was, Joseph couldn’t help grinning and shaking his head at the sight of the five lovely, a little tipsy, slightly dishevelled women. He would have loved to invite himself in but he knew better; this was Monika’s scene and she called the shots, and he respected that. Instead his gave his hat the tiniest little tip, said “Good night, ladies,” and was gone.

As she stepped up onto the curb Angel broke a heel and stumbled, falling into Miss White, who was closest to her. Miss While nimbly caught her with one hand and pulled her close, in a move so smooth it looked almost choreographed.

Monika, who was already halfway up the path to the house, stopped and looked back at them. “You OK?” she called.

“Fine,” said Angel, and Monika turned back and continued on. But Miss White wasn’t sure that she was telling the truth; she was shivering violently and her heart was pounding. Miss White wondered if she might have turned her ankle.

“Are you sure you’re OK?” Miss White asked solicitously.

Angel nodded and smiled weakly. “Yeah, but it’s freezing out here.”

Miss White pulled her closer and began to lead her toward the house. She smelled delicious and was soft and round against Miss White’s side; Miss White found herself slowing her pace a bit to prolong the moment.

By the time they got inside everyone else had gone to the kitchen for water, but Miss White was not thirsty — not that way, anyway. Closing the door behind her, she quickly pulled off Angel’s coat and shoes. She was not in the mood to wait a moment longer for what she wanted.

Tossing her own coat aside, Miss White took Angel gently but firmly by the arm and led her to the living room. Only one wall sconce was burning, giving the room a romantic atmosphere. But Miss White’s approach at this moment was less than romantic. She bent Angel over the couch so that her ass was sticking up into the air, lifted her skirt, and hastily pulled off her thong; then decisively landed a single open-handed slap on each cheek.

Miss White watched Angel’s cheeks jiggle back and forth for a surprisingly long time. Only when they had stopped did she lean down and begin to nibble on the soft flesh as she’d been dying to do.

As she enjoyed Angel’s rear end to her heart’s content, Miss White began inevitably to smell a powerful aroma of female arousal drifting up from underneath. She reached down and opened Angel’s legs to reveal a pair of soft, brown, perfectly puckered pussy lips, and was just about to go in for a taste when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

As Miss White looked back into Monika’s eyes, she wondered if she might have gone too far this time. But the look on Monika’s face was not disapproving, just focused, and maybe a little mischievious. “I have a better idea,” she said.

* * *

Kristin had gotten her opportunity much sooner than she expected. After dinner she’d invited Lina and Nicola back to her house to watch a movie. She’d started a fire and opened a bottle of wine, and the three of them had sat down to take in an old Italian romance. But Nicola, who had already had a few glasses of wine at dinner and was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, didn’t even make it halfway through. Standing up from the couch, not without difficulty, she mumbled a bleary “Good night” and began to stumble up the stairs.

Lina and Kristin shared a look, both affectionate and exasperated, undergirded by the knowledge that they were now going to be alone. They’d kept catching each other’s eyes during dinner, and both sensed that something had shifted between them. But then they heard Nicola stumble and curse at the top of the stairs, and the spell was broken.

“I’d better go make sure she’s OK,” said Lina.

“That’s OK, I’ll go,” responded Kristin, and she was on her way before Lina could respond. At the top of the stairs she turned left and went all the way down the hall to her bedroom, only to find the door standing open and no one there. After a few minutes of confusion she figured out that Nicola, forgetting that she wasn’t at home, had turned right instead and ended up in Kristin’s parents’ bedroom. In the dim light Kristin could see her sleeping safely on her side, and decided to leave her there. If things went as she hoped they might, Kristin was going to need her bedroom.

Stepping out into the hallway, Kristin took a deep breath and asked herself if she really wanted to pursue this. On the one hand, she was feeling dreadfully horny and Lina had never looked more beautiful; when she imagined sticking her head between those gorgeous tits, just for starters, she shivered. On the other, Lina was almost like family, her mother’s lover, and her lover’s mother. Would it be too weird? Her head said one thing, her body another.

She reminded herself that she wasn’t even sure Lina was into the idea. Time would tell. She squared her shoulders and headed down the stairs.

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Jenny got out her own laptop and began to research what was happening in Austin that weekend. She had been scrolling through an event calendar for a few minutes, not seeing anything that particularly grabbed her, when suddenly a familiar name appeared. It took her a second to place it, and then she realized — this was Hana’s band, and they were playing the very next night!

She wasn’t superstitious by nature, but this seemed like a pretty clear sign. She decided that she would do whatever she had to do to make sure she was there.

* * *

The day got off to a late start in the House of Love, as one by one the ladies drifted down to the kitchen. As each one arrived Annie fixed her up with a plate of leftovers from the previous night, along with eggs and grits if she wanted them. 

By midafternoon everyone was showered and dressed, and they gathered in front of the house to wait for Joseph Charles, whom Monika had engaged to take them on a driving tour of the city. It was a sunny but cold day and when the limo arrived they were all happy to climb inside, helped by the smiling and ever-gracious Mr. Charles.

After driving around the Garden District for a while, they drove along the river to the French Quarter, crawling slowly up and down the historic streets. From there they headed to the Lower Ninth Ward, where Joseph rolled down the window between them and narrated some harrowing stories of Hurricane Katrina.

It was quiet in the car as they circled back toward downtown. Joseph let them off at Louis Armstrong Park, where they spent some time walking around before heading south toward Jackson Square. They admired the cathedral and watched a street musician ply his trade to a small but enthusiastic audience. Then Monika led them down a series of side streets to a tiny, nondescript restaurant that smelled like heaven itself.

The food was a mixture of Indian and Creole that was like nothing Miss White had ever experienced before. She ate almost to the bursting point, then sat back and watched Jodie and Angel, who were shoveling it down like they were having a contest. Miss White grinned and shook her head; she respected a woman with a healthy appetite.

After dinner they walked out of the restaurant to find the limo waiting for them. Joseph opened the door for them and helped them in; stuffed as she was, Miss White was glad of the assistance. She couldn’t help noticing that a long, lingering look passed between Joseph and Angel, and found herself wondering what that might mean.

* * *

Kristin had dinner with Nicola Santini and her mother that evening, and as soon as she got a moment alone with Lina, she said with a smirk, “I talked to Jenny today. She says hi.” The red flush that spread immediately over Lina’s face removed any doubts that remained in Kristin’s mind; something had definitely happened there.

A warm little tingle made itself known between Kristin’s legs. Somehow knowing that Lina had been with Jenny made her that much sexier — and she was plenty sexy already. She was a little shorter than her daughter, with bigger boobs and a bigger butt. In fact her body was pretty spectacular all around, and she was not shy about showing it off. Today she was wearing an extremely tight, low-cut dress, and Kristin found herself staring reflexively into the older woman’s cleavage.

It took and act of will for Kristin to lift her gaze back up to Lina’s face, and when their eyes met, some sort of spark seemed to pass between them. Then Nicola returned and the moment was over. But even as they resumed chatting, Kristin’s ever-active mind had gone to work, devising scenarios and calculating possibilities.

* * *

As they started heading out of town — Monika knew an out-of-the-way nightclub that always had great music — Angel reached into her purse and pulled out an enormous spliff. She lit it and took a big puff, exhaling an impressive cloud of smoke, then passed it around. Annie and Jodie partook while Monika and Miss White declined, but really there was no way to be in the car without breathing in the fumes. By the time they pulled up in front of their destination — which from the outside just looked like an abandoned warehouse — they were all laughing, bright-eyed, and eager for fun.

Inside a big band was playing on a small stage. They were so crowded together that Miss White couldn’t count them all — there must have been at least a dozen, including a full horn section. The music was loud and funky, the bass reverberating through the floorboards. Angel, Annie, and Jodie immediately hit the dance floor while Monika and Miss White headed for the bar.

Monika ordered them Sazeracs and for a while they just leaned against the bar watching the younger women dance. But eventually the pull of the music was irresistible and they hit the floor as well. By this point Angel, Annie, and Jodie had been swallowed up by the crowd and were out of sight.

The band played for a solid half hour without a moment’s pause, and when they finally took a break to wipe off the sweat and refresh their beverages, there was a thunderous roar of applause. When it died down the sax player stepped up to the microphone and said, “I see a friend of ours out there and it would be awful nice if she’d come up and join us for a number. Could y’all give her a little encouragement?”

The crowd obligingly began to clap, whistle, and stomp their feet. A minute later, when a figure finally emerged from the crowd and climbed onto the stage, Miss White was surprised to see that it was Angel. Later she would learn from Monika that Angel was something of a local legend; her father was a musician and she had been a teen prodigy who sang with his band. But her father, who felt burned by the music business, had not wanted her to pursue a career in it. Instead Angel had worked as Monika’s maid while pursuing an acting career that never took off.

But from the moment Angel stepped onstage it was clear she was in her element. For a minute she huddled with the band — which for the moment was pared down to bass, drums, guitar, and sax — then they launched into a song that everyone in the place immediately recognized as “Time Is on My Side.” But Angel made it her own. Her voice was smoky, soulful, and powerful, but she used it with restraint; only once in the song did she really cut loose, hitting a high note that caused glasses to rattle as the band dropped out behind her. By the time the song was over, Miss White had goosepimples all over, and felt like she was maybe a little in love with this girl.

The audience screamed its approval and Angel beamed, but resisted entreaties to do another song. She left the stage and the band launched into another funky jam, with the missing members joining in again one by one.

Monika and Miss White returned to the bar for another round and were soon joined by Angel, who had a strange, almost haunted expression on her face. She quickly downed one drink and started on another; Monika gave her a look but didn’t say anything. She was halfway through a third when Jodie appeared and pulled her, somewhat reluctantly, back onto the dance floor.

They were quickly lost in the crowd again and the next time Miss White saw them, they were dancing very close, with Angel’s hands quite blatantly gripping Jodie’s butt cheeks. Miss White felt her nipples spring to life, and began to wonder what other surprises the night might still have in store.

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At last Annie lay sprawled motionless on the rug. Monika’s back was covered with fingernail marks and a sheen of sweat glistened all over her body as she eased the strap-on out of the blonde’s sodden, well-used cunt. Now she was thirsty for real, and the brandy wasn’t going to help; so she made her way to the kitchen, where she fixed herself a tall glass of ice water and stood for a minute catching her breath.

By the time she returned to the living room, Annie was back among the living and Miss White had organized the two younger women to pay Monika the tribute she deserved. Sinking to their knees at Monika’s feet, they worked together to lick the strap-on clean. Then they helped her out of the harness — Annie, who was familiar with its design, did most of the work — and sat her down on the couch.

Annie took hold of one foot and Jodie the other, and they spread Monika’s legs wide. Now Monika wanted her brandy; Miss White, seeing where she was looking, kindly fetched it for her. The two younger women began by kissing, licking, and nibbling Monika’s inner thighs, one on either side, then began to work their way toward the inevitable meeting in the middle.

Miss White picked up the strap-on and examined it. The harness was leather and though weathered, was strong and in good shape. The dildo itself was a leather sheath, similarly old but well-preserved, over a carved wooden shaft. The whole design was extremely clever, and unlike anything Miss White had ever seen before. She started playing with it, figuring out how it worked, and the next thing she knew she was wearing it.

She stood up, watching the ponderous phallus dangle from her pelvis, and the motion of it caught Monika’s eye. Monika nodded to her and Miss White put one hand on Jodie’s shoulder and the other on Annie’s. She gently pulled the two girls aside and stepped between Monika’s legs, dropping to her knees so the dildo was aimed straight at Monika’s pussy.

Miss White wrapped her arms around Monika’s legs and lifted her slightly, creating a better angle for penetration. Annie looked on wide-eyed and rapt; she had never seen her mistress on the receiving end of the strap-on before. But she saw it now. Miss White eased her way in as Monika let out a long exhale, until finally she was buried to the hilt.

As she began to move in and out, Miss White was pleasantly surprised to find her own clit being stimulated at the same time. It was touch-and-go which one of them was going to come first, but then Jodie leaned over to lap at Monika’s clit, and that was that; she began to spasm violently, and sympathetic vibrations soon sent Miss White over the edge as well.

After that they traded orgasms for what seemed like hours, locked in an intense tete-a-tete with Jodie and Annie orbiting around the edges. Eventually Miss White flipped Monika over onto her stomach and took her that way. When offered the opportunity to eat Jodie’s pussy as she was fucked, Monika did not hesitate. Meanwhile Annie reached down to finger Miss White through the opening in the harness — a service she had performed for her mistress many, many times.

* * *

Afterward they curled up naked under blankets, Miss White and Jodie on one couch, Monika and Annie on the other. All of them felt enormously contented and happy, their every need fulfilled. The fire blazed and crackled; Miss White and Monika held snifters from which the younger women occasionally snuck sips. 

Eventually the stack of logs was depleted and when the fire started to die, Monika yawned and stretched and said she was ready to retire. She wrapped the blanket around herself and Annie and they began to make their way upstairs. Miss White and Jodie followed suit. It occurred to Miss White that Angel still had not returned; did Christmas at her parents’ go until 3 AM? It was really none of her business, but she was curious.

* * *

Miss White found herself awake just as the first rays of tepid sunlight were leaking into the sky. Between cocktails before dinner, wine with, and brandy after, she’d had quite a lot to drink, and sometimes this interfered with her sleep. She knew from experience that the only thing that would put her down again was warm milk and vodka, so she slipped on a robe and went down to the kitchen.

She had just taken the first sip of her beverage when she heard the front door open and close. A few seconds later Angel appeared, obviously surprised to find someone awake at this hour. Her hair was mussed and she looked disheveled and tired — but still, it had to be said, quite sexy. 

“Oh, hi,” she said.

“Hi,” responded Miss White. Of course she was wondering where Angel had been and what she’d been up to, but it would have been rude to ask. Instead she just stood there sipping as Angel, seeing the bottle of vodka on the table, poured herself two fingers’ worth and quickly drank it down.

“Good night,” said Angel, sitting her glass down and turning on her heel to go. Again, Miss White couldn’t help but marvel at the profligate shapeliness of her rear end.

“Night,” said Miss White. Shrugging, she took her glass and headed back to bed.

* * *

Jenny had gone to bed early Christmas night, foregoing her usual masturbation session. She couldn’t relax knowing that her parents were still awake downstairs, even though she had learned to be very quiet and they’d never hear a thing. And anyway all the self-pleasuring was getting a little old. She felt restless and frustrated, in need of something more.

She woke up early too and went for a long walk, ending up at a cafe that was just opening. She bought herself a large mocha and continued strolling, enjoying the crisp air and quiet streets. As the daylight got brighter and the temperature warmer, more people started coming out. It soon turned into a truly glorious day, and it seemed to Jenny that every woman she saw was impossibly beautiful, and every one seemed to have a smile for her. It was wonderful and at the same time it was torture. Several times she started to follow a particularly pretty girl, not quite sure what she had in mind, only to stop and tell herself not to be a creeper.

Finally Jenny arrived back home to find a note from her parents, who had gone to visit a family friend. She looked at the clock; it wasn’t even noon yet. Her ebullient mood faded; suddenly the day ahead seemed impossibly long; nothing that she could think of seemed worth doing — not reading, not watching TV, not even watching porn and/or playing with herself.

She sprawled out on the couch feeling mopey and sorry for herself. Then Kristin’s face popped into her head and she sat bolt upright. Surely she had held out long enough? She hemmed and hawed for a minute but the impulse was irresistible: She picked up her phone and called Kristin’s number. Her heart was pounding as the phone rang, and then sank when the call went to voicemail. Just hearing Kristin’s voice on the message cheered her up a little bit, but she couldn’t think of what to say, so she just hung up. About thirty seconds later, much to her delight, her phone lit up with an incoming call.

“Hi, honey,” said the familiar voice.

“Hi,” said Jenny, and then froze up. She was torn between being faux-casual and just coming out and telling Kristin how much she missed her, and so nothing came out of her mouth.

“You rang?” prompted Kristin.

Jenny snapped to attention. “Yeah. I just... I just wanted to hear your voice, I guess.”

“That’s sweet. So what have you been up to?”

They traded smalltalk for a few minutes before Jenny finally worked up the nerve to ask the question that was foremost on her mind. “So... have you been, um, hanging out with Nicola?”

For a few seconds the line went quiet as Kristin calculated. On the one hand, she could tell that Jenny was feeling lonely, and didn’t want to do anything to make it worse. On the other hand, she liked to tell the truth as much as possible, and wanted to make it absolutely clear to Jenny that theirs was not a relationship based on possession.

“Well, yeah, of course.”

Jenny gulped, trying to swallow the pang of jealousy that rose up in her. She knew that no good would come of her expressing it, so she again went silent.

“How about you?” Kristin went on. “Any prospects?”

Jenny frowned. “This is a small town. Everybody knows everybody. And my folks are pretty conservative, especially my dad.” This was true, and though there were plenty of attractive women in town, even if she could somehow work up the nerve to try and seduce one, and even if she was successful, she was sure her parents would find out. She had contented herself with masturbating, but now was feeling the need for something more — not just for sex, but for something to do.

Kristin was momentarily frustrated by Jenny’s attitude; she seemed to have given up without even really trying. That was Jenny’s only character flaw, she was too timid.

“Geez, Jen, stop whining and think for a minute.” Kristin paused for a moment, realizing that she might have spoken too sharply. She willed her voice to be sweet and helpful as she asked, “What’s the nearest big city?”

“Austin,” answered Jenny.

There was a clacking sound as Kristin worked at her laptop. “There’s a ton of stuff going on in Austin this weekend. You should go, have an adventure.” She paused momentarily. “I mean, be safe. But have some fun, you deserve it.” She paused again, and a woman’s voice could be heard calling her name in the background. “I need to go now. But there’s one question I want to ask you first.”

“Hmm?”

“Did you fuck Lina Santini?”

Jenny coughed. “Um, what makes you say that?”

“She asked about you, and she had the funniest little smile on her face when she did.” Jenny’s subsequent non-answer was answer enough. The voice sounded again and Kristin said, “Gotta go, Jen. Love you.”

Jenny said “I love you too” and by the time she got to “too,” the line had gone dead.

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Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 89

Miss White always enjoyed watching someone else administer a punishment, studying how their technique differed from her own and looking for tips. Monika’s style was slow and deliberate; she took long pauses between blows, but when she landed one, it was forceful and precise. Even so, the loud moans that Annie emitted after each whack of the paddle against her skin seemed out of proportion; Miss White suspected she was putting on a show for them.

And it worked. By the time Monika sat down the paddle, Annie’s butt cheeks and thighs were glowing a rosy red, and Miss White and Jodie’s pussies were burning hot and sopping wet. Gesturing toward the rug where Annie had been laying, Monika said, “Well, you’ve paid the toll, you might as well enjoy yourself.”

Annie slid down onto her knees and crawled back to the rug, where she somewhat gingerly resumed her former position. The fire was starting to die down, so Monika added a few more logs. Then she turned and crossed the room; as she did her eyes met Miss White’s, which were full of inquiring expectation. Monika tossed her head and though she said nothing the implication was clear: She’s all yours.

Miss White stood up and quickly shucked off her blouse, bra, skirt, and panties, leaving her only in socks. She took a few steps forward and for a long moment just stood over Annie, feeling the heat from the fire soak into her naked skin. The she moved so that she was standing with one foot on either side of Annie’s head, with the younger woman was looking straight up into her pink, glistening slit.

But when Miss White dropped to her knees, she let her butt fall back onto her heels and looked down into Annie’s big blue eyes. She leaned down for a kiss and Annie responded enthusiastically, arching her back, nipples visibly stiffening. Soon Miss White moved down to lick those nipples, leaving her own breasts dangling over Annie’s head. Annie craned her head upward to suck on one, then the other.

Next Miss White braced her palms against the floor and drew herself upward until her crotch covered Annie’s mouth. Annie didn’t need any further encouragement; wrapping her arms around Miss White’s thighs, she parted the older woman’s pussy lips with her tongue and slid it inside. Miss White held on to Annie’s tits with both hands as she ground down onto Annie’s face.

Jodie had been looking over with an eager — almost desperate — expression on her face. When Miss White finally caught her eye and nodded, Jodie quickly rolled over onto the floor, crawled over to where they were, pulled Annie’s legs open, and wriggled between them. After happily nuzzling her nose into Annie’s blond fur, Jodie spent a minute licking juice off her thighs, then dived in in earnest.

Miss White didn’t know which she enjoyed more, the good work that Annie’s tongue was doing between her legs, or watching Jodie hungrily devour the maid’s gooey cunt. And since she didn’t have to decide, she didn’t. 

When Jodie looked up from Annie’s crotch and her eyes met Miss White’s, an electrical spark seemed to pass between them. Miss White leaned down to kiss Jodie on the mouth. When she got a taste of the sweet nectar coating Jodie’s lips, she greedily licked the rest of it off, then bent down to drink straight from the source.

Monika had quietly left the room and when she reappeared, she was wearing nothing but a Santa hat and a strap-on. Miss White, catching something moving from out of the corner of her eye, looked up from between Annie’s legs; Jodie quickly replaced her, happy for another go at Annie’s delicious pussy.

In the dim light it was hard to make out, but clearly there was something different about Monika’s strap-on; it had an unusual shape and curve, and its surface texture looked weathered and grainy. Miss White looked up at Monika’s face; it was lit up with devilish delight, and she gave Miss White a wink as she sank to one knee behind Jodie. 

Moving decisively but not hastily Monika pulled Jodie up onto her knees, lifted her skirt, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, and plunged into her. Jodie let out a guttural “Uuumph” and let her head rest on Annie’s pelvis as the phallus filled her.

This blocked Miss White’s access to Annie’s pussy so she sat up again, riding Annie’s face as she watched Monika fuck Jodie. She still couldn’t get a good look at the strap-on, but it appeared to be covered in leather; Miss White had never seen that before. Certainly it was doing the job on Jodie, who was now whimpering helplessly as she angled her hips for more friction on her clit.

* * *

Sated for the moment, Miss White climbed off Annie and sat down to sip her brandy and watch. Monika had pulled Jodie’s hands behind her back and was riding her hard, brow furrowed as she attempted to give Jodie one last, massive orgasm. Which she finally did — Jodie let out a roaring, high-pitched yowl and collapsed down onto Annie with all her weight.

Monika looked over as Miss White, who lifted her glass in salute before taking a drink. It occurred to Miss White that Monika must be thirsty, so she located Monika’s snifter and delivered it to her. Monika accepted it gratefully, took a quick sip, then kissed Miss White on the mound. She might well have continued from there, but Miss White was hypersensitized from her earlier orgasms and not ready for more; so she pulled away and returned to her seat.

Meanwhile Jodie had rolled off Annie and Annie lay looking up at Monika, legs spread wide, pleading in her eyes. It was clear what she wanted and Monika saw no reason not to give it to her. After taking two good draughts from her brandy, she sat it down and took up a position between Annie’s legs.

Jodie crawled over to where Miss White sat and then hopped up onto the couch, resting her head on the older woman’s lap. Miss White stroked Jodie’s hair as they watched Monika take aim and drive the strap-on into Annie, who wrapped her arms and legs around her mistress as she squealed in pleasure.

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 88

Miss White woke up Christmas morning with a throbbing head, a dry mouth, and ringing ears. But no regrets. The previous night had been quite possibly the most fun she’d ever had.

It had started with Monika, Angel, Jodie, and herself taking the streetcar into town for a fabulous dinner at one of New Orleans’ best restaurants. Then they’d headed down to Frenchman Street, where they drifted from nightclub to nightclub to see a series of bands, each one seemingly better than the last. There were also drinks, of course; after a while she lost track of how many. But it was of no importance. Between the music, the booze, the dancing, and the general sense of festivity, time seemed to lose all its meaning.

At one club Miss White and Monika spent a long interval standing at the bar, sipping zombies and talking occasionally as they watched Jodie and Angel dance. The two young women seemed to have a natural chemistry, and Miss White and Monika were not the only ones watching. Jodie was an enthusiastic and naturally gifted dancer, but Angel had formal training and it showed. Sometimes they danced loose and freeform, and sometimes Angel grabbed Jodie and led her; something about this made Miss White copiously wet between the legs.

It was somewhere in the wee hours when they all piled into a Lyft and headed home. Back at Monika’s house Miss White and Jodie tumbled immediately into bed and fell fast asleep.

Now Miss White tentatively opened her eyes and squinted at the bedside table, hoping she’d had the foresight to put a glass of water there. She hadn’t, but then her eyes alighted on the bell sitting there. Monika had told her that when she woke up, she could ring the bell and Annie would bring them breakfast in bed. She felt a little silly doing it, and the ringing sound didn’t help her head any; but sure enough Annie turned up a minute later, looking chipper, bright-eyed, and beautiful in her tight uniform.

“Good morning,” said Annie, curtseying slightly. “What can I get you?”

“Some water would be good to start with,” said Miss White. As Annie turned to go she added, “And ice, please.”

Annie quickly returned with a tall glass of ice water that she handed to Miss White, who sipped it gratefully. After thinking for a moment Annie said, “I know what you need.” About 10 minutes later she was back with two gigantic Bloody Marys. She sat one down next to Miss White, who was already starting to feel better, and was cheered even further by the sight of the hair of the dog. The other drink went next to Jodie, who was only now beginning to stir.

“Now,” said Annie. “What would you like to eat? Waffles, French toast, omelets? I do a very nice crab benedict, if I do say so myself.”

“Mmm, that sounds nice,” said Miss White, feeling her stomach growl. Looking over at Jodie, who had now managed to achieve a sitting position, she said, “Two of those?” 

Jodie nodded and Annie quickly turned on her heel and was gone. “Be just a few minutes.”

By the time they had finished their benedicts and Bloodys Miss White was feeling mostly restored, and when Annie returned to see if there was anything else they needed, she was sorely tempted to ask the maid to join them in bed. And Miss White got the sense that she Annie would quite happily have stripped off her uniform and jumped into the sack with them. But she didn’t want to presume on Monika’s hospitality and anyway it was early still; no need to be in any hurry.

After showering Miss White and Jodie got dressed and headed downstairs. They found Monika, Angel, and Annie hard at work in the kitchen. Or at least Monika and Annie were hard at work — though Angel was wearing an apron that looked very cute on her, Miss White soon noticed that she didn’t seem to be doing much.

Miss White and Jodie offered to help but Monika demurred. “We’re mostly done here. In fact... Annie, you can finish up, can’t you?”

“Yes ma’am,” chirped the maid.

Looking out the window Monika said, “It’s warm out today. How about a glass of Champagne in the garden?”

Monika, Miss White, and Jodie adjourned outside with a freshly popped bottle of bubbly and three glasses; Angel drifted off somewhere, not to be seen again until dinnertime. It was indeed a lovely day, and Miss White leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, soaking up the sun as Monika and Jodie chatted.

It did not escape Miss White’s notice that Monika was focusing a lot of attention on Jodie. In truth, Monika was very curious about both of them, but Miss White’s air of mystery felt impenetrable, at least in this early stage of their relationship. Jodie seemed much more approachable, and at Monika’s gentle prompting, she talked more about herself than Miss White had ever known her to.

In the course of the conversation Miss White learned some things about Jodie that were new to her, and she realized that although they were lovers — and something more than that, something undefined but powerful — they didn’t really know each other all that well. She had known that Jodie was an orphan, but not that her father had been a priest. She knew that Jodie was smart, but not that she’d been a National Merit Scholar. And she knew that Jodie was an art history major, but not that her favorite artist was Henri Matisse.

Hearing the name, Monika brightened. “I have a signed Matisse lithograph inside,” she said. Then she added, a little sheepishly, “I inherited it. Would you like to see it?”

Jodie and Miss White said that of course they would, and they all headed back to the house. Walking into the kitchen they found Annie hunched over a mixing bowl, wearing only white lace bra and panties. The maid’s body, Miss White quickly noticed, was every bit as luscious as it looked under the uniform; she hoped that eventually she would get to see all of it.

Monika, though was frowning. “Anastasia,” she said frostily, “what is the rule?”

Annie began to blush. “Always in uniform when there are guests,” she said. “But it was so hot, and so messy....”

Monika waved her off. “Rules are rules. But you can finish what you’re doing, then go get dressed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” answered Annie meekly. “Thank you ma’am.”

“Next time there will be consequences.”

The hint of a grin curled the corner of Annie’s mouth, then was quickly replaced by a poker face as she resumed her work.

Miss White and Jodie followed Monika to the dining room, where they stood before an image of a reclining woman surrounded by flowers and fruit. Her eyes were closed and one breast hung casually out of her open sweater.

Looking over at Jodie, Miss White was surprised and moved to see tears brimming in her eyes. She wrapped an arm around the younger woman, who rested her head on Miss White’s shoulder. Monika, sensing that they were having a moment, slipped quietly out of the room.

* * *

Dinner that night was baked oysters, crawfish etouffee, shrimp and grits, roasted squash, and gumbo, accompanied by several fine French vintages. Everyone ate themselves into a stupor, including Annie, whom Monika invited to join them at the table after serving the food. 

Miss White sat back from the table feeling like she would never be hungry again. But when the dessert came out — red velvet cake, a pear tart, and a big plate of various kinds of cookies — she somehow found room for it, along with a tall cup of strong coffee. 

The last one left eating was Jodie, who seemed to have a hollow leg — Miss White had noticed that she could put away amazing amounts of food without ever seeming to gain a pound. But at last she too sat back with a sigh, and soon Annie began to clear the table. Jodie stood up to help but Monika stopped her. “You’re a guest,” she said firmly. “And it is her job, after all.”

Angel, who had seemed moody throughout the meal, excused herself and disappeared as Monika led Miss White and Jodie to the living room. There she stoked up the fire and poured them each a snifter of brandy. For a long interval they sat, Monika in a rocking chair and Miss White and Jodie on a sofa, staring into the fire. Occasionally they talked but mostly they just relaxed in contented silence, digesting their food and sipping their drinks.

An one point Angel appeared in the doorway in her overcoat. “I’m heading out,” she said, and Monika nodded. When she had left, Monika looked a little pensive. She explained that Angel was on her way to her parents’ house.

“Her mom doesn’t care for me,” Monika said. “Thinks I corrupted her daughter.” Sipping her brandy, she added with a chuckle, “Which I guess I did.”

After that they sat quietly for another stretch as the fire crackled and pulsed. Finally Monika stood up and said, “Will you excuse me for a few minutes? I want to sketch this idea I’ve just had before I forget it.” Miss White said that of course they would, and before leaving Monika added several more logs to the fire. When they caught it became quite warm in the room, almost too warm. Miss White and Jodie both took off their sweaters, leaving Miss White in a ruffled blouse — uncharacteristically femme for her wardrobe — and Jodie in a tight halter top.

A few minutes later Annie appeared, having finished all her chores and ready to relax. Without acknowledging Miss White and Jodie’s presence — and though they were somewhat in the shadows, she could not have failed to notice them — she crossed the room to the fireplace, before which sat a thick, luxurious white area rug. 

For a moment Annie just stood with her eyes closed soaking up the heat from the fire. Then she reached down and in one swift motion pulled her uniform up over her head and off, leaving her again in white lace bra and panties. If it had been hot in the room before, now Miss White felt sweat beading on her forehead; her libido had been on a slow burn all day, and now began to kindle in earnest.

Annie lay down on the rug, face-up with her head toward the fireplace. That close to the flames, even the underwear was apparently too much for her; soon she stripped off her bra, then her panties, and tossed them aside. Stretching out all her limbs, she spread herself across the rug gloriously naked, seemingly oblivious to the effect she was having on the two women watching her.

Miss White’s natural impulse was to go over there and get a taste of Annie’s succulent young flesh, maybe bury her face in that soft blond bush. But something was telling her to wait, and she still felt a little too full for physical activity. For the moment she contented herself with sitting quietly, drinking in the sight of Annie’s gorgeous body, stroking Jodie’s knee and thigh with one hand.

Soon Monika reappeared, and upon seeing Annie she put on a stern expression. Actually, she had planned this whole scene out in advance; now she assumed the role she had assigned herself.

“You’re out of uniform again,” she said in a steely voice.

“I know,” whined Annie. “But it’s so hot in here, and it feels so good....”

“I said there would be consequences, didn’t I?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Annie meekly.

“You know what to do.”

Annie got up onto her knees and crawled over to a nearby ottoman, which she draped herself across while locking her hands behind her back. Monika, meanwhile, had opened a drawer and pulled out a brown leather paddle. Miss White and Jodie leaned forward in anticipation; this was getting interesting.

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Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 87

Monika turned up about a half-hour later, accompanied by a brown-skinned, black-haired woman in her late twenties. Greeting Miss White and Jodie with hugs and kisses, Monika said, “So sorry I missed your arrival. Angel here — this is Angel, say hi Angel —” Angel waved a hand, and Monika continued. “Her car broke down and she was stranded downtown, poor thing. God forbid she should ever take public transportation.” The way she said it, it was hard to tell if she was just kidding Angel, or if she was genuinely annoyed.

“I’m gonna go shower and get changed. It was nice meeting you,” said Angel.

Miss White made a quick study of Angel. She had dark, smoldering eyes, pouty lips, and magnificent cheekbones. But when she turned to go Miss White saw what her greatest asset was — she had quite possibly the most spectacular rear end Miss White had ever seen.

Monika saw where Miss White’s eyes were pointed and smiled. Angel’s ass turned heads wherever they went — it had caused more than one man on the street to walk into a telephone pole, and a couple of car accidents too.

“Welcome to the House of Love,” said Monika, gesturing toward the sign above the fireplace that said that very thing. “Let me give you the grand tour.” Miss White and Jodie stood and followed her out into the foyer, past the Christmas tree to the dining room, which also had a fireplace as well as a spectacular chandelier. From there they proceeded to the kitchen, which managed to combine all the modern conveniences with a rustic, homey feel.

Next they headed upstairs to where the bedrooms were. Monika showed Miss White and Jodie the guest room where they’d be staying, an octagonal space with tons of windows — almost too many windows, thought Miss White, who didn’t like to feel exposed. But they all overlooked the garden and no other house was in sight, so it was private enough, she supposed.

The master bedroom was a cavernous space with wooden floors and minimal furnishings — just a huge four-poster bed and a couple of chairs. But it had a fireplace too, with a big soft rug in front of it.

One door led to Annie’s room, and Monika declined to open it — “Her private space, you know.” A fourth bedroom appeared to be rarely used, cluttered as it was with boxes and stacks of books.

Finally they climbed a winding stairway to the third floor, which was a single large room that Monika used as a studio. It was filled with hundreds of paintings, some of them landscapes and still lifes, but the vast majority were female nudes. Both Angel and Annie were represented among them multiple times, and Miss White quite enjoyed seeing what they looked like without clothes on, hoping she might get a chance to experience the real thing before the trip was over.

“These are wonderful,” said Miss White.

“Thank you,” answered Monika. “My artistic gifts are modest, I’m afraid, but I do what I can.”

Browsing through the collection, Miss White was surprised and pleased to find a nude of Annika. She was every bit as gorgeous in the altogether as Miss White would have expected. Sitting on an easel awaiting finishing touches was a painting of a woman bent over facing away from the viewer. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ass was glowing red, as if from a recent spanking. Her head was not visible but from the coloring and shape, Miss White guessed it was Angel. Miss White found herself coloring a little — there was something very intimate about this.

Jodie, meanwhile, just wandered around in a daze. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. There was a sizzling erotic charge to this art and she felt a bit lightheaded, like all the blood was rushing to her nether regions.

“How long have you been painting?” asked Miss White.

Monika considered. “All my life, just about. At one time I thought I might do it professionally, but art school disabused me of that notion. Still, I enjoy it a great deal.”

As they went back down the stairs Monika stretched and yawned. “Well, I’m going to take a little rest. You might want to do the same. It’s going to be a long night.”

* * *

That afternoon Jenny’s parents went to visit a friend and she had the house to herself for the first time since she’d come home. Feeling naughty and mischievous, she stole three ties from her father’s closet — he had a million of them and would never notice — and after stripping naked, lay down in her bed and tied both her ankles and one of her wrists to the bed.

With her free hand she touched herself, imagining that Kristin was there in the room — slowly peeling off her clothes, then climbing up onto the bed and straddling Jenny’s head, her blond bush tickling Jenny’s nose. In her mind’s eye Jenny began to lick Kristin’s pussy as Kristin leaned down for a 69, sliding her hands underneath to grip Jenny’s butt cheeks. For the last week Jenny had had to be quiet while masturbating, but this time she let her moans echo through the house’s empty hallways.

* * *

Miss White and Jodie took off their clothes and slid between the sheets, which were of course of the luxurious high-thread-count variety. After her nap on the plane Miss White was not especially tired, but the idea of a little lie-down had not sounded bad at all.

It was totally quiet in the house, but then there was a very faint but unmistakable sound of flesh against flesh, followed by a muffled moan. Miss White pictured Angel in that big bed, naked and gagged, head down and ass up as Monika spanked her. This got Miss White’s motor running and Jodie, as if reading her mind, quickly disappeared under the covers and nestled between the older woman’s legs. Miss White did not object. She leaned back and enjoyed, idly fingering Jodie as the rhythmic smacking sounds from down the hall accelerated, them stopped, and the moans of pain — if indeed that was what they were — turned to moans of pleasure.

Eventually it did become truly silent in the house, and Miss White drifted off into a pleasant, post-orgasmic twilight consciousness.

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Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 86

Miss White and Jodie slept into the early afternoon, and when they finally woke up, Miss White wasted no time putting on Monika’s coat with nothing underneath. They went downstairs for brunch and Miss White felt deliciously naughty sitting there stark naked under the soft, luxurious fur.

After brunch they went for a stroll, and in a dark corner with no one around, Miss White opened the coat, grinning as she flashed Jodie with her nude body. She pulled Jodie close and closed the coat around the both of them. It felt delightful, and as soon as they got back to their room, Miss White had Jodie take off all her clothes and join her again under the coat. It was the ultimate in warmth, softness, and intimacy, and they savored it for several wonderful minutes before Miss White opened the coat again, took a few steps backward, and sat down with her legs spread. Jodie, taking the cue, dropped to her knees and crawled between them.

Afterward they showered. It occurred to Miss White that the coat was probably going to need a cleaning by the time they returned it, and she hoped she wasn’t being disrespectful. But surely Monika had intended for them to enjoy it to the fullest?

Once they were clean, Miss White decided that Jodie also needed to experience what it was like to walk around with just a fur coat on. She herself put on black jeans and a black sweater, trying to blend into the background. 

And indeed Jodie drew many looks as they walked around Vegas. It was a continual source of pleasure to Miss White to know that her lover’s luscious young body was covered with nothing but fur. This time when they returned to the room Miss White laid Jodie down on the bed, tied her hand and foot, and opened the coat. She enjoyed this lovely tableau as she slowly stripped off her clothes, then climbed on for a long, sumptuous 69 that kept them occupied till dinnertime.

For dinner Miss White took the coat back, and Jodie wore her black dress. They had a fabulous French meal and afterwards, as they walked past an upscale boutique, Miss White was struck with an impulse. When they came out of the boutique Jodie had a fur stole wrapped around her neck. This one wasn’t real fur — and hence not terribly expensive — but it was, if anything, even softer and more sensuous than the coat. Miss White promptly took Jodie upstairs, posed her on hands and knees wearing only the stole, and strap-on fucked her senseless.

After that it was off to bed. They had a flight to catch in the morning.

* * *

Jenny woke up with her hand still resting on her crotch and the same image in her head that had been there when she fell asleep: Kristin was sandwiched between Nicola and Lina Santini, licking the mother’s pussy while the daughter tasted her. Yawning and stretching, Jenny began to languidly rub herself, enjoying the little fantasy in the judgement-free zone of her head.

But then she was startled out of her reverie by the sound of her mother’s voice from behind the door. “Honey, are you coming down for breakfast?”

Momentarily annoyed, Jenny snapped, “Yeah, mom, geez.” When she heard her mother’s footsteps retreating, she tried to pick up where she’d left off, but the mood was broken. Sighing, she slipped out of bed and started getting dressed.

* * *

It was around noon on Christmas Eve day when Miss White and Jodie landed in New Orleans. Upon checking in they had been surprised to find that their tickets were in first class. Miss White had never flown in first class before, and Jodie had never been on a plane, period. But they settled in quickly; Miss White drank two glasses of Champagne and took a nap while Jodie watched movies.

As they walked into the NO airport they saw a uniformed driver, a handsome black man in his forties, holding a sign that said “A. White.” They felt very pampered — and a little sheepish — in their furry finery as they followed the driver to the car.

Miss White had never aspired to wealth, but she had to admit there were aspects of this lifestyle that she could get used to. The limo had a well-stocked bar and she fixed herself a martini, then relaxed back into the plush leather seat. She was tempted to have Jodie go down on her right there in the car, and had it been a female driver, she probably would have done it. But she didn’t want to give the driver any ideas and get into some awkward situation. When he’d helped Miss White and Jodie off with their coats as they got in, the look he gave them had been a priceless mixture of surface politeness and ill-hidden lust. And who could blame him?

It was a gloriously sunny day and just crisp enough that Miss White was quite comfortable outside once she got the coat back on. She took out a hundred-dollar-bill and tried to hand it to the driver, who shook his head. “All taken care of.”

“Please,” said Miss White, holding out the bill. “It’s Christmas.”

Grinning, the driver took the cash. “Thank you kindly, ma’am.” He reached into his pocket and handed her a business card. “Any place you want to go, any time of the day or night, I’m your man.”

Looking down at the card, which said “Joseph Charles,” Miss White nodded. “Thank you, Joseph.” He gallantly carried their single suitcase up onto the patio before getting back into his car and taking off.

Monika’s house was a stately mini-mansion in the Garden District, and Miss White whistled as they approached it. This was high-rent living, for sure, but the house was not ostentatious, just beautiful and classy.     

The door was answered by a stunning blonde in her mid-twenties. Miss White looked her up and down admiringly; the maid’s uniform she was wearing was not as revealing as Jodie’s, but it showed considerably more skin than most, and this girl had a lot to show off. She had long, shapely legs, a tiny waist, and boobs just this side of ridiculous. Miss White smiled. It did not surprise her at all to learn that Monika hired help of this quality.

“You must be Ms. White,” she said. She got the title wrong but Miss White didn’t say anything; she felt a little embarrassed at having so openly ogled the poor girl. But when she looked into the maid’s eyes, which were a luminous shade of purplish-blue, Miss White saw nothing there but friendliness and welcome.

“That’s right. And this is Jodie.”

“Of course, Ms. Mahler told me all about you. My name is Anastasia, but everyone calls me Annie. Won’t you please come in?”  She had a peculiar but charming accent that was mostly Russian but also a little bit Southern; her voice was both husky and melodious. 

As she closed the door behind them, Annie added, “Ms. Mahler apologizes, she intended to be here when you arrived, but she had to run out for a bit. She promises to hurry back.” After helping them off with their coats — Miss White surrendered the fur with some regret, having grown quite fond of it — Annie led them to a living room where a fire was crackling and bade them be seated. On the way they passed the largest Christmas tree Miss White had ever seen in person, the top of which was out of sight in the stairwell above.

“What can I bring you to drink?” asked Annie.

Miss White thought for a moment. “Some hot tea, I think.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” added Jodie.

“Something to eat?” said Annie.

“No, we ate on the plane. Thank you.” 

Annie spun sharply on her heel and as she walked away, Miss White’s eyes were glued to her sweetly wiggling derriere. When she was out of sight Miss White looked over at Jodie and grinned. This promised to be an interesting holiday indeed.

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