Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 71

A sheen of sweat had broken out on Dina’s forehead, and not just because it was still hot in the hotel room. She watched herself in the mirror as Miss White’s right hand slid down into her panties, through her pubic hair, and down between her legs.

Dina bit her lip and again looked over at Jodie, who was enjoying what she saw but more than ready to get involved. If she hadn’t been tied up she would have been sucking Dina’s tits at that very moment. Instead she could only watch as Miss White eased a finger between the desk clerk’s slick pussy lips.

Dina’s eyes went wide and she sank back even more against Miss White. She hadn’t done anything sexual in weeks, not even masturbated, and so was highly sensitive. All it took was for Miss White’s finger to brush lightly against her clit and she was coming, whimpering, her legs going weak. Miss White had to take a quick step back, bracing herself to support the younger woman’s full weight.

Miss White lifted the juice-coated index finger to her mouth and licked it. It was indescribably delicious; she surprised both Dina and herself by letting out an involuntary moan. It would be necessary to taste more of that pussy as soon as possible. But she didn’t want to appear to be in a hurry; there was also her dignity to consider.

Miss White maneuvered Dina over toward the bed and positioned her face-down next to Jodie. Then she pulled Dina’s panties the rest of the way off and tossed them aside, opening Dina’s legs slightly so her succulent young cunt was displayed.

It was all Miss White could do not to dive right into it. But she took a deep breath and composed herself; all in good time. Brushing Dina’s hair back out of her eyes, Miss White moved Dina’s head up so she and Jodie could kiss. Delighted to finally be able to participate, Jodie kissed back aggressively, pushing her tongue into Dina’s mouth.

For a long minute Miss White sat there on the edge of the bed watching the two lovely naked girls make out. But Dina’s pussy was beckoning to her, and soon she could take it no longer. Pulling Dina up on to her knees, Miss White leaned forward and drove her tongue into the younger woman’s pussy from behind.

Dina went rigid and began to spasm almost immediately, moaning into Jodie’s mouth. But Miss White did not let up until she had eaten her fill, licking the nectar from every crevice, coating her whole face with a layer of Dina’s juices. By the time she was finished Dina hardly knew where she was — she had never in her life come so hard, so many times, in so short an interval.

When Miss White finally came up for air Dina sat back on her haunches, breathing hard, a look of the most delightful confusion on her face. A whole new vista of pleasure had been opened before her, and she was both exhilarated and disoriented.

Miss White untied the belt of her robe and pulled it off, letting the robe fall open. Dina had just enough time to drink in the sight of Miss White’s body — her high, firm breasts and neat black bush — before feeling the cloth belt being wrapped around her neck.

A spike of fear ran through Dina — after all she didn’t know these people. Had she gotten herself into something sinister? Would her naked body be found here in the morning?

But Miss White was just using the belt as a kind of leash — tugging on it gently, she pulled Dina’s head down to Jodie’s chest. Breathing a sigh of relief, Dina sucked on one hard nipple, then the other, enjoying the soft moans that flowed from Jodie’s throat. Dina had never tasted another girl’s flesh — it was sweet and salty and soft and delicious.

Miss White again pulled on the belt, guiding Dina down Jodie’s body, across her belly, and between her legs. For the first time Dina saw a vagina from just inches away — glistening wet and lusciously pink. The odor of arousal was strong, causing Dina’s nostrils to flare. Glancing back at Miss White, it dawned on Dina what was expected of her. Though the idea was still strange, she had come this far — what was the point of chickening out now?

And what’s more, even after such a short time, Dina felt a loyalty to Alexis White and a desire to please her. So she stuck out her tongue and took her first tentative taste of pussy. It was actually quite nice, with a tangy and complex flavor, and the way Jodie’s whole body quivered in response was unexpectedly thrilling.

Feeling her way, judging by the way Jodie reacted, Dina did her best to pleasure the bound girl. She was just starting to get the hang of it when she felt Miss White’s hands encircle her waist and lift her. Next thing she knew, she was laying atop Jodie in 69 position. Jodie’s eager tongue began to explore her as she resumed her own ministrations.

After watching this delightful tableau for a couple minutes, Miss White dug into her suitcase for her strap-on.

* * *

Some time later, Dina lay on the bed between Miss White and Jodie in a semi-conscious state. With the heater off it was starting to get cold in the room, and somewhere dimly in the back of her mind she was aware that she should do something about it. But she was far too content just laying there, still gently vibrating with post-orgasmic bliss.

She glanced briefly out the window with heavy-lidded eyes; the rain outside had turned to snow, which shone grayish-white in the light from the parking lot. Then she looked over at Miss White and Jodie, both of whom were sleeping on their sides facing away from her, and finally closed her eyes and settled back into the pillow.

She was almost asleep when she became conscious of a sound in the distance. There was something familiar about it, something associated in her mind with a sense of urgency. Then she realized: Someone was ringing the bell at the front desk.

Reluctantly, but with a decisiveness born of a deep-seated sense of duty, Dina roused herself out of bed and began looking around for her clothes in the dark room. Her panties and bra were nowhere to be found, so she contented herself with the outer parts of her uniform.

At the door she paused for a moment, looking back at the two sleeping women. It had been quite a night, one she would never forget, that was for sure. Was it something that was going to change her life, or just a one-off experience? She wasn’t sure, and there was no more time to think about it just then; the bell was ringing again.

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Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 70

As the night wore on Dina sat at her post at the front desk, trying to read. She went to community college in the daytime and had taken this job on the graveyard shift because it afforded her plenty of time to study. But she was not making much progress at the moment.

This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten bored and lost focus, but tonight was different. She couldn’t get her mind off the two women, one older and one younger, who had checked in toward the beginning of her shift. It wasn’t unusual for two females to share a bed when that was all that was available, but they fact that they’d specifically asked for one bed when Dina offered them two had to mean something.

Dina wasn’t naive, but she came from a small town and a conservative family, and had little direct experience of these matters. She couldn’t stop wondering what might be going on behind the door of their room, which was just down the hallway from where she was, maybe 50 yards away. It made her feel funny to think about it, and she found herself reading the same paragraph over and over again, until she finally gave up and put the book down.

Picturing the two women in her mind, she looked up their record in the hotel computer, not for the first time. The older one’s name was Alexis White, and it suited her — a striking name for a striking person. Miss White’s piercing, intelligent gray eyes had made an impression on Dina, who met a lot of people in her job but rarely came across anyone with such a powerful presence.

Dina was flipping idly through the local newspaper, not really paying attention to the trivial news and cheesy ads, when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. It was the younger of the two women from before, who had brown hair and was a little shorter. She’d been wearing glasses earlier but wasn’t now — in fact all she had on was a white towel that barely covered the key areas.

Approaching the desk she cocked her head and asked, in a sweetly melodic voice, “Do you by any chance have a toothbrush? I seem to have forgotten mine.”

Dina nodded and turned toward the drawer where such things were kept. When she spun back around the girl had a strange look on her face — her smile was friendly enough, but there was something probing, almost invasive, in her eyes.

When Dina held out the toothbrush and the girl leaned forward to take it, her towel slipped and fell to the floor. All of a sudden she was standing stark-naked in the lobby. Dina politely averted her eyes, but she’d seen enough to burn the image into her mind — generous breasts with dark, slightly erect nipples, and a perfect triangle of soft brown pubic hair.

The girl giggled and said “Thanks” as she bent over to pick up the towel. But having retrieved it she didn’t put it back on, just flipped it over her shoulder and turned around. Dina found herself watching, hypnotized, as the swaying rear end retreated back down the hallway.

Shaking her head, Dina told herself to get a grip. She picked up her book and tried, really tried, to focus on her homework. But it was a lost cause. Now she had a visual for her imagination to work with, and could think of nothing but what the brown-haired girl and Alexis White might be up to down the hall.

Dina made herself a cup of tea and flipped on the TV. She wasn’t supposed to watch TV at work but her boss knew that she did; there was no way to get through the graveyard shift without it. Suddenly the phone on her desk began to buzz with the ringtone that indicated an internal call. The computer told her what room the call was coming from, but she knew before she even looked.

“Front desk.”

“Hi.” It was unmistakably the voice of Alexis White. honeyed on the surface but steely underneath. “Something’s going on with the heat, I can’t get it to turn off. It’s like a hundred and twenty in here.”

As a desk clerk, Dina was a hospitality professional; what else could she say but “I’ll come have a look at it”? More than once in the past she’d bemoaned the fact they there were no other employees in the hotel to help her during the night. But now she was glad to have the chance to satisfy her curiosity and relieve her boredom.

“Thanks,” said Miss White. “You’re a dear.”

After hanging up Dina took a deep breath. She knew that there was, in fact, a problem with the heater in that room. But she got the feeling there was something more going on. Her heart began to beat faster and she wondered what she might see when she got there. She was both excited and a little scared, but what else could she do but carry on? She picked up a wrench and put the bell on her desk before heading down the hallway.

* * *

Miss White hadn’t been lying about the heater — it was quite steamy in the room, and she’d tried opening the window, only to find it painted closed. She and Jodie were both dripping with sweat — Jodie just happened to be doing so lying naked on the bed, with her wrists and ankles tied firmly to the bedposts.

The business with the toothbrush had been Miss White’s idea, of course. She’d wanted to pique the desk clerk’s interest and give her some time to think before making the next move. Now the moment of truth was at hand.

When the knock came at the door Miss White answered it, and at first all Dina saw was the dark-haired woman in a bathrobe. It was only when she stepped into the room, feeling the warm humidity wash over her, that she could see Jodie’s bound, spread-eagled form.

Dina’s heart began to thunder in her chest and time seemed to slow way down. She quickly looked away, but she couldn’t unsee what she’d seen. Head swimming, she tried to focus on what she was here to do. The heater was back behind the bed near the window, and as she passed she could feel Jodie’s eyes following her.

Willing herself not to look at the naked girl just a couple feet away, Dina turned toward the heater and locked the wrench onto the valve that she needed to turn. But it seemed to be stuck and between the heat in the room and the tension of the situation she was starting to feel lightheaded. Try as she might she just couldn’t get the valve to budge.

Suddenly she felt something soft pressing against her from behind. Two arms wrapped around her and two hands encircled her own hands around the wrench. With one mutual effort, Dina and Miss White yanked the hissing valve closed.

The momentum sent Dina back against the older woman, who caught her in a gentle embrace. Miss White paused; she intended to be very careful in this moment. She wanted Dina right now, wanted her very badly, but there was a line she wouldn’t cross. Had she felt any resistance at all, she would have let Dina go.

But Dina let herself sag back into the older woman’s arms; there was no mistaking the surrender in her body language. When Miss White kissed Dina’s neck she let out a soft, whimpering moan and that was that — both of them accepted their fate.

Miss White, of course, took charge. Her first order of business was to slip the wrench out of Dina’s hands and set it gently down on the windowsill. The second was to free Dina’s wonderful mane of dark brown hair from the band that held it, letting it cascade down over her shoulders.

Turning Dina’s head so they could kiss, Miss White once again wrapped her arms around the younger woman from behind. Dina’s lips were sweet and yielding, and Miss White was tender at first, then more aggressive as the passion began to build. For her part, Dina had never been kissed that way; Miss White’s lips were delightfully soft, but her manner was firm and forceful.

Miss White’s hands grasped Dina’s hips, then ran upward along her waist, then slid around to cup and squeeze her breasts. They were more substantial than they’d looked under the frumpy and ill-fitting hotel uniform, and Miss White was eager to get a good look at them. Without breaking the kiss, Miss White unbuttoned Dina’s top and pulled it off, then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her boobs were indeed wonderfully full and rounded, and her pink nipples were firm and jutting. Miss White pinched each one, then pressed her palms against them while hefting Dina’s ripe young melons in her hands.

Dina was completely overwhelmed. Everything had happened so fast — she couldn’t remember making a conscious decision to do anything, but here she was. And it felt incredible. Miss White was now kissing her neck again while fondling her super-sensitized breasts. Dina heard herself moaning and didn’t recognize the sound; it seemed to be coming from someone else.

Her inhibitions quickly dissipating, Dina now felt free to look over at the girl tied to the bed. Jodie met Dina’s gaze with flashing eyes and some kind of connection took place. They were no longer employee and customer, and no longer strangers; they were both in thrall to this powerful woman who was now unbuttoning Dina’s pants.

There was a mirror at the side of the room and Dina watched herself in it as the black-haired woman pulled her pants down and let them drop to the floor. Dina was glad she’d worn a nice pair of panties that day; though she couldn’t believe how quickly she was giving herself to this woman she barely knew, she was glad she looked good doing it.

Dina’s breath was coming ragged and heavy as Miss White’s hand slid down between her legs, cupping her crotch through her panties. Miss White felt the moisture seeping through the fabric and smiled to herself. Dina was completely ready and willing now; all that remained was to decide what to do with her.

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Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 69

Coming out of a dream about the desert, Jodie woke up to the sound of a zipper from across the room. After blinking for a few seconds she finally made out the source of the noise: Alexis White, who was now standing next to the bed with a suitcase in her hand. “Good, you’re up,” said Miss White. “We’re going on a road trip. Get your stuff together, we leave in an hour.”

Rubbing her eyes, still groggy and dreamy, Jodie asked, “Huh?”

Miss White fixed her with an icy stare and said, “Did I stutter?”

After napping for a half-hour or so, Miss White had woken up feeling restless. She’d put on a robe and wandered the empty halls of ABD House, dismayed at how quiet and lonely it was, feeling like a character in The Shining. Suddenly it struck her that there was no reason to hang around; what she and Jodie needed was to get out and go somewhere, anywhere. Having made up her mind, she swung into action, cleaning out her car and getting together what she’d need for a road trip.

The look in Miss White’s eyes was serious, so Jodie hopped to it. “Is it OK if I take a shower?” she asked, and Miss White nodded. Once she was clean it didn’t take long for her to get her meager belongings together, and they were on the road five minutes ahead of Miss White’s deadline.

“So where are we going?” asked Jodie as they pulled onto the highway.

Miss White pointed ahead. “That way.”

* * *

Jenny woke up just as the plane was beginning its descent, her mood much improved. Upon arrival she enthusiastically hugged and kissed her mother; as usual, she was less effusive with her rather reserved father. But she was happy to see both of them and they her.

From the airport they went immediately to a barbecue restaurant for dinner. Both Jenny and her parents were amazed by how much she put away — the food at ABD was good, but it was nothing like this. And though she was not consciously aware of it, her recent experiences had sharpened all of her appetites.

When they got back home Jenny went immediately to bed, pleading exhaustion. And she was indeed tired, but more pleasantly drowsy than worn out. After brushing her teeth she changed into pajamas and slid under the covers, enjoying the warm coziness of the familiar bed, which had a certain novelty now that she’d been away so long.

Gazing out the window, Jenny saw that it was a clear evening full of stars. She thought about what a different person she was now compared to the last time she’d been in this bed. From there she thought of ABD, and of Kristin, and of Miss White, and April; finally she found her hand slipping down into her pajama bottoms, and rubbed herself to a sweet little orgasm before falling asleep.

* * *

It was already getting dark by the time Miss White and Jodie hit the road, and the weather was foul — rainy and windy with occasional bursts of hail. Nonetheless they drove for several hours, heading mostly west but somewhat south.

Miss White did all the driving. Jodie didn’t have a license and Miss White wouldn’t have trusted anyone else behind the wheel in these conditions anyway. She much preferred being a driver to being a passenger.

Finally Miss White decided it was time to stop for the night and pulled into the next hotel they passed, a rundown-looking place with only a few cars in the parking lot. The rain chose that moment to become especially intense, and Miss White and Jodie were both drenched by the time they made it to the lobby.

But it was nice and warm inside and the hotel, though far from new, was woody and not without charm. And even better, there was a cute girl behind the desk who smiled at them as they entered.

“Hi,” said the clerk as Miss White and Jodie tried to shake the water out of their hair. “Nice day, huh?” She was about the same age as Jodie and appeared to be at least half-Asian — Miss White guessed Filipina. She had huge, beautiful brown eyes and her impressive mane of dark brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her nametag said “Dina.”

“Yeah,” said Miss White, pulling off her coat to let the warm air in. “Just another day in paradise.” Though she was pretty sure the hotel was nearly empty, she went through the formality of asking, “Is there room for us at the inn?”

“For sure,” said Dina. “One room or two?”

“One.”

“OK,” said Dina. “Two twin beds?”

Miss White looked back at her blankly, genuinely nonplussed. Then she remembered that she was not at Alpha Beta Delta anymore, and not in their liberal college town; things were different out here in the world. But she and Jodie were both adults, and what they did together was none of anyone’s business.

“One bed,” said Miss White matter-of-factly. “A king if possible.”

“Oh,” answered Dina, and went silent for a while as she typed away at her keyboard. Miss White studied her reaction closely — she was surprised, clearly, maybe even shocked, but also intrigued — and filed the information away for future reference; at the moment she had other things on her mind.

Once they got into their room Miss White told Jodie to fill the bathtub with hot water while she worked on getting something to eat. Fortunately there was one pizza place that would deliver to the hotel; after placing an order Miss White stripped off her clothes and climbed into the tub, inviting Jodie to join her. It was an old-fashioned clawfoot tub that had plenty of room for the both of them.

They had been luxuriating in the tub for 45 minutes or so when there was a knock on the door. Miss White climbed out of the tub, quickly wrapped a towel around herself, and went to answer.

When she opened the door a short, chubby blond boy in a baseball cap was standing there holding a pizza. He looked wet and miserable but brightened up upon seeing the beautiful, half-naked woman, and brightened even more when Miss White tipped him ten dollars on top of the twenty for the pizza. He had a big smile on his face when she closed the door, and probably a few ideas too; she hoped he enjoyed them. Anyone who was out delivering pizzas in these miserable conditions needed all the help he could get.

Miss White climbed back into the tub and the two of them went after the pizza with abandon, downing one gooey, cheesy slice after another. When the pie was gone they drained the tub, dried off, and considered their next order of business.

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Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 68

Jenny cried almost the whole way to the airport. Kristin had borrowed Miss White’s car to take her, and was now kind of regretting it. She felt that Jenny was being childish and melodramatic, and chided her, “Come on, Jen, it’s just a few weeks. Pull yourself together.”

Jenny tried, she really did, but she kept losing the struggle and bursting into tears all over again. Seeing that Jenny’s emotions were simply beyond her control, Kristin softened. She reached over with her right hand and squeezed Jenny’s shoulder. “It’s OK, honey,” she said gently. “Really. It’s all going to be fine.”

Smiling through her tears, Jenny wiped her tears and straightened up in her seat. As they approached the airport she did finally get a grip on herself and apologized to Kristin.

“Emotions are emotions,” Kristin reassured her. “Don’t worry about it.”

When they arrived at the airport they shared a long, lingering hug. Jenny felt a little shy, like people were staring at them, but she didn’t resist when Kristin planted a big kiss on her mouth. When they separated Kristin pulled out her phone and looked at the time. “You’d better get going,” she said.

Jenny nodded. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know,” said Kristin, with a wink. “Now scat.” As Jenny turned to go Kristin said, “Be good.” But as Jenny walked away she added, “Or not. Your choice.”

As soon as she was out of Kristin’s sight Jenny started crying again, and she bawled on and off all the way through the boarding process. But over the course of the flight she slowly started to pull herself together. Of course it would be good to see her family, good to spend time at home. She wondered if her parents would notice the difference in her; she was definitely more self-assured than she had been. They would never guess why, though — at least she hoped not. She shuddered at the thought of her parents learning what really went on at ABD.

The truth was, having a secret life gave Jenny an air of intrigue that she was not conscious of. During the flight most of the men around her, and several of the women, looked over at her repeatedly. The stewardess was unusually attentive, even flirty. But Jenny was happily oblivious, reading and sleeping as the plane made its way south and west.

* * *

By early afternoon on Saturday everyone was gone from ABD House except Miss White and Jodie. Miss White was sitting at her desk, tying up loose ends and clearing off her desk in preparation for the break, when Jodie came in and sat down across from her.

“I have to tell you something,” said Jodie.

Miss White shifted her attention to the younger woman. “OK,” she said.

“I slept with Miri this week. I went back to the dorm to grab some stuff, and she was there alone, and one thing led to another, and....” she trailed off.

Miss White shrugged. “That’s your business, Jodie. I don’t own you.”

Jodie looked Miss White straight in the eye for a moment before answering. “Yes you do.”

Miss White was distracted for a moment by a message popping up on her computer screen. When she looked back, Jodie’s gaze had wandered; following it, she saw that Jodie was staring at the paddle, which was still sitting on her desk. So that was what this was about. Miss White had not yet used the new toy on Jodie, and she was feeling left out.

Picking up the paddle Miss White said, “Very well. Assume the position.”

Without delay Jodie stood up and bent over the desk. Her short skirt naturally rode up to reveal a smooth, soft rear end that had not been punished for a while. Miss White picked up the paddle and balanced it in her hand. She remembered, now, that if used correctly it would leave an impression on the victim’s skin shaped like the letters “αβΔ”; it wasn’t long before Jodie’s glowing red rump bore just such a mark.

When she’d come into the room Jodie had had a picture in her mind of what was going to transpire, and everything went exactly as she imagined it. She knew that after the spanking, Miss White would disappear for a moment and return wearing a strap-on. She knew that Miss White would fuck her mouth and then her cunt; liberated by the knowledge that no one was around to hear, she cut loose with howls that echoed through the hallways.

She knew, too, that she would end the afternoon on her knees, eating Miss White’s pussy until the older woman was thoroughly satisfied. Afterward they went upstairs and climbed into bed for a nap. Jodie drifted off feeling completely blissful, certain that this was the best of all possible worlds, that everything was exactly as it should be.

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Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 67

Friday was the last day of the semester, and the celebratory mood at ABD House started early and built throughout the day. By the time Jenny returned from taking her History final, a little after 4, the house was filled with conversation, music, and laughter.

Jenny’s top priority was to find Kristin. She wasn’t in her room, but Jenny finally located her in the kitchen, where she was helping to make tortillas. The Sisters had planned a festive Mexican meal for that evening, and though as a senior Kristin was excused from all kitchen duties, she was enjoying being part of the team. Margaritas were flowing and salsa music was blasting from a speaker in the corner.

Jenny was eager to pitch in but got assigned to help with the guacamole, which was happening on the other side of the room. And that was kind of how the rest of the night went: Jenny kept trying to get closer to Kristin, who kept getting farther away.

After bearing down hard on her schoolwork for so long, Kristin was eager to cut loose, and she did: eating, drinking, laughing, dancing, moving from room to room and group to group. She was popular at ABD and everyone wanted a little of her attention. Jenny understood this and tried to stay out of the way, letting Kristin unwind and enjoy herself. But more than anything Jenny wanted for the two of them to be alone together.

As the night wore on Jenny began to lose patience. At one point, during a quiet moment, she sidled up next to Kristin, who put an arm around her and kissed her on the head. Jenny reciprocated by nuzzling Kristin’s ear, then whispered into it, “I was kind of hoping we could... um... go up to your room.”

Kristin smiled and nodded, but a second later they were caught up in a train dance that was passing by, and soon they were fully reabsorbed into the whirlwind of the party. When they passed the grandfather clock in the living room Jenny frowned, painfully aware that her flight to Texas would be leaving in midmorning. It was a half-hour before she got another chance, and again Kristin seemed agreeable, but just then Emma appeared with jello shots. At Emma’s urging Kristin had one, then two, which turned into three.

Jenny herself had been taking it easy, wanting to keep her wits about her for what she expected to be a memorable night. But now it seemed to be slipping away from her, so she broke down and took a jello shot, telling herself that she needed to relax, that Kristin didn’t belong to her alone.

But a few minutes later, as Kristin stood around with a group of seniors telling dirty jokes and chuckling, Jenny suddenly felt like she couldn’t take it anymore. Kristin’s beautiful face was glowing with laughter and joy; she was showing off her gorgeous body with a short skirt and low-cut blouse; Jenny had never wanted anything more than she wanted the older girl’s full attention right then.

Edging her way into the circle, Jenny cuddled up against Kristin and not at all subtly purred into her ear, “Plllleeeaaaase.”

Kristin looked over at Jenny with a complicated expression, finding her neediness both adorable and annoying. Taking Jenny by the hand, Kristin said “Excuse me, girls,” and led her away.

As they climbed the steps Jenny’s heart was pounding deafeningly in her chest. She was getting her wish but something was wrong, it was not going the way she’d wanted it to go.

When they got to Kristin’s room the sounds of the party had faded into the distance and again the only light was from the moon. Jenny pulled her dress up over her head and off; in anticipation of the night’s revels, she was wearing nothing underneath. But instead of being covered with kisses and ravished as she expected, Jenny found herself being pushed back onto the bed, then her arms being lifted over her head and tied to the bedposts. Before she could say a word Kristin had popped a ball-gag into her mouth and tied it around her head.

“I’ll be back,” said Kristin, not angrily but firmly. “When I’m good and ready.” And with that she turned and was gone, leaving Jenny alone with her thoughts.

Well, this is what happens, Jenny told herself — this is what happens when you overstep your bounds. She was mad at herself for being jealous and impatient, but at the same time, how could she blame herself for wanting what she wanted? And wasn’t it Kristin who had turned her into what she was now — a woman who craved the touch of other women? Didn’t the older girl have a responsibility to her?

But as she thought about it Jenny realized that being a slave girl meant that her needs didn’t matter — Kristin’s desires were the important ones. And so she contented herself with waiting there for as long as it took.

Kristin, meanwhile, had returned to the party but found that she was unable to enjoy herself. Before leaving her room she’d caught a glimpse of Jenny’s face, and the expression she’d seen there — helpless, wide-eyed, confused, disappointed — haunted her. Try as she might to drink, dance, and socialize, she couldn’t get her mind off the bound, naked girl waiting for her in her room.

She held out as long as she could — 15, maybe 20 minutes — before slipping away and making her way back upstairs. Jenny had experienced that same short period as an eternity, but not an entirely unpleasant one. She was a little cold, and her body ached with need; but she knew that her patience would be rewarded in the end.

When she came back into the room, Kristin’s first order of business was to get a fire going. Only after it was roaring away did she sit down on the bed and look into Jenny’s eyes. In that moment it felt like they understood each other completely — each knew her role, and each was happy with it.

Kristin reached over with one hand and began to play with Jenny’s nipples. They were already hard but with a little encouragement they became painfully stiff. Moving incredibly slowly, making Jenny feel like she was going to lose her mind, Kristin leaned over and took one nipple into her mouth. Jenny arched her back and moaned into her gag.

In that instant, both of them thought of the first time they’d been together, months ago in that very bed. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and it seemed like just yesterday. Kristin’s hand traveled down to gently stroke Jenny’s inner thigh as she licked and sucked the other nipple.

Jenny had closed her eyes, surrendering herself to pleasure, so it came as a surprise when she felt nipple clamps being clipped onto her sensitive nubs. She gasped and stiffened, lifting herself a little off the bed, then settled back down again as the initial pain turned into a steady throbbing. And then into pleasure as Kristin licked her way down Jenny’s belly, kissed her calves and knees, then began to lavish attention on her tender thighs.

Jenny spread her legs as wide as they would go and tried to maneuver her crotch towards Kristin’s mouth. But Kristin was having none of it — she teased the younger girl mercilessly until finally sliding one finger inside. Jenny clenched her muscles around it, eager for more.

But Kristin pulled the finger out and, climbing up toward the top of the bed, used the other hand to pull off Jenny’s gag. Kristin pushed the juice-coated finger into the younger girl’s mouth and she sucked it eagerly, hungry for the taste of any pussy, even her own. When the finger was clean Kristin leaned down and they shared a kiss, a long, hard, wet one redolent of Jenny’s juices.

Kristin hopped up off the bed and when she returned a minute later, she was naked except for her strap-on. She knelt down next to Jenny’s head and took the shaft of the dildo in one hand; with the other hand she guided Jenny’s head to where she wanted it to be.

Jenny parted her lips and obediently took the head of the phallus into her mouth, looking up at Kristin with doe-eyed submissiveness. Seeing this Kristin felt her juices began to flow profusely, coating the harness of the strap-on where it went between her legs and flowing down her inner thighs.

Pushing the dildo a little further into Jenny’s mouth, Kristin found herself looking down at the younger girl’s ripe, succulent pussy. Suddenly she couldn’t wait another moment — she pivoted onto her hands and knees, continuing to fuck Jenny’s mouth as she leaned down to take a taste.

Jenny moaned as best she could with her mouth so full as Kristin’s tongue began to explore her nether region, slipping between her pussy lips, pushing all the way up inside her, then lapping gently at her clit. Jenny was right on the edge of orgasm when Kristin pulled away, leaving her whimpering in frustration.

The frustration turned to anticipation when Kristin pulled out of Jenny’s mouth and situated herself at the foot of the bed between Jenny’s legs. Kristin took hold of Jenny’s ankles and spread her wide, not that she really needed any help — her eyes were burning with desire as Kristin pressed the tip of the dildo against her vulva.

But that was a far as it went for the moment. Looking down into Jenny’s big brown eyes, Kristin said coyly, “Tell me what you want.”

Jenny was beside herself. She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. It took her a few seconds to find her voice, but finally, she spoke, surprising herself with her directness. “Fuck me. Oh, please, honey, fuck me. Give it to me hard.”

“Good girl,” said Kristin, and with one thrust of her hips she plunged the dildo all the way in. Jenny gasped and began to come almost immediately, pussy throbbing, muscles spasming.

Kristin stayed still for a minute, feeling Jenny squirm beneath her, then began to slowly move in and out. She reached up and untied Jenny’s hands, which then moved down to her ass. Jenny gripped Kristin’s cheeks and held on for dear life as she went deeper and deeper, harder and harder. As Jenny came a second time, then a third, her cries became louder and more desperate until Kristin covered the younger girl’s mouth with her own.

Finally Kristin sat back on her haunches as Jenny lay still. Kristin stood up, unharnessed, and added another log to the dwindling fire; then she sat down heavily on the chair next to her desk. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes; she smoked about three a year, but this seemed like the right time for one.

When Jenny finally opened her eyes she saw Kristin sitting back in the chair, lit by flickering flames. Kristin exhaled and curling tendrils of smoke drifted up toward the ceiling. Her legs were slightly parted, casually but not provocatively, and Jenny could see the soft blond pubic hair and the barest hint of pink beneath.

Without a word Jenny stood and crossed the room. Her duty was clear, and fortunately it was exactly aligned with her desire. The fire was warm on Jenny’s back as she sank to her knees in front of Kristin, whose legs reflexively fell open. Jenny placed a kiss on her mound, one on each inner thigh, and then one on her vulva before going to work.

In that moment Kristin’s pussy was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted in her life and she devoured it with abandon. Using every trick she’d learned at ABD — and even making up a couple of new ones on the spot — Jenny made Kristin climax over and over, each one a little better than the last, until she gently pushed Jenny away and sat back in her chair with a heavy sigh.

After a minute Kristin took Jenny by the hand and helped her to her feet. By now the fire was dying and it was totally quiet in the house. Drowsy and contented, they climbed into bed and settled in for the night.

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