This story contains themes lesbian sex/group sex with a tilt toward domination and submission. If this is offensive in any way please choose another story. If you choose to read on, enjoy!
When I woke up the next morning, I was stunned but not surprised that Cynthia was up and out of bed. Her housekeeper, Rosario, was sleeping soundly with no sign of stirring as she snored softly. She felt warm and soft snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder and leg curled over mine. I moved ever so slowly to work my arm free from under her head and neck. After a few minutes I managed to free myself without waking her.
Cynthia had apparently gone running. That woman was incredible. As drunk as she was, I felt sure this was one morning she would not get up early, but there was no sign of her in the house.
So I went to my room and showered. When I finished, I heard Cynthia in the dining room. Remembering my orders for the week, I remained naked. When I entered the room, she was stretching, and I once again felt a wave of lustful energy tingle through my body.
Her back was to me with her legs spread wide. She was bending at the waist taking her head to her right knee and hands to her ankles. I watched silently while my pussy grew wet and my mouth watered. She stood up legs together and bent straight forward, pulling her head to her shins with her hands gripping her ankles. That gorgeous ass was fully highlighted through her tight red running shorts. She wore a matching red and black lycra cropped tank sports bra.
Next, she spread wide again and stretched to the left. The shorts were darker around her crotch and ass crack from her perspiration as I watched in awe.
"You're taunting me already, Ms. Cynthia. You know my weakness for that beautiful ass of yours."
She stood up. "I thought you might wake up horn..." She stopped mid-sentence as she turned and saw me naked. Her smile grew and her eyes widened.
"Ms. Carmichael, you look absolutely scrumptious this morning. I may have to rethink my breakfast." She had set out some fruit and bagels on the table with juice and coffee. "We need to be quick, my pet. I have been advised of a potential takeover attempt. J.P. Morgan-Chase approached us some months ago and we did not wish to sell. They seem to have a problem taking no for an answer. A jet is being prepped and I will have to leave for New York for an afternoon meeting with the board."
"Do you need me to come with you?"
"No, Ms. Carmichael. I need you to take care of LVMH and be ready to reassure them if they catch wind of the takeover attempt. You helped land them, now your only job is to care for our newest and largest customer. I still cannot believe we signed LVMH, all because of you. Thank you, Ms. Carmichael." She smiled and held out her hand. "However, I do like the sound of you cumming with me."
I stepped forward to take her hand as our lips melted together. Her perfume, now mixed with her perspiration, heightened my senses while she caressed my back and pulled my naked body against her. My hands gripped that fabulously toned ass, her warmth radiated through my body and I surrendered myself to her.
We kissed hard and long as she probed my mouth with her tongue. Warm wetness flooded my engorged pussy as we pressed together. I gripped her top and pulled it up and off. Her warm breasts pressed against mine, nipples stiff and moist with perspiration.
I kissed her neck as my hands slid inside her waist band, touching her hot sweaty buns. Next, I peeled the running shorts and panties down until she stepped out of them, letting them drop to the floor.
I knelt before her, her neatly trimmed bush in front of my face. "You are so beautifully sexy, Ms. Cynthia." I said, looking up at her. "I think about you all the time... Touching you." My hands gripped her ass. "Feeling your warm soft skin... Kissing you." I kissed her belly. "Smelling you." My nose swirled slowly through her soft muff as I breathed her in.
She caressed my head with both hands, slowly spreading her legs wider. Her eyes held my gaze as she smiled down at me.
"Please let me taste you, Ms. Cynthia. I want to feel my tongue in your warm sweet pussy." I sighed as my nose tickled her clit softly. "I want your hot steamy nectar for breakfast, please. I need the taste and smell of you to stay with me when you leave."
She petted my head and smiled sweetly. "How can I deny you, Ms. Carmichael?"
Maintaining eye contact, I slowly extended my tongue, gently tracing its tip up the length of her slit. Her lips were warm and silky soft, with a hint of salty sweat. Her aroma launched chills up my spine. The mixture of her perspiration and coppery sweet pussy scent made my clit tingle.
Her legs trembled and she stepped back and sat on one of the dining table chairs. I followed quickly as she positioned herself with her ass on the edge of the seat leaning back, legs spread.
I crawled between her legs on hands and knees and took a firm slow lick up her slit while looking hungrily into her eyes. "I love tasting you, Ms. Cynthia," I said as I bent down for another lick.
I needed to let her know how much I would miss her.
"I love touching you..." Her eyes closed as I licked again.
"I love feeling my tongue melt into your hot silky pussy." She moaned softly.
"I love pleasing you, Ms. Cynthia..."
"Oh, Leasie...," she squealed as her legs spread wide. "Hoah!" she gasped.
"I will miss you, Ms. Cynthia." I pressed inside her with my tongue, wiggling my head side to side, rubbing her clit with my nose.
"Leasie!" Her body spasmed. The salty sweet taste flooded my mouth as her silky soft skin engulfed my probing tongue. I was addicted to her.
I could convince her to stay.
"Please don't leave, Ms. Cynthia. I'll do anything to please you."
I gripped the back of her thighs and pressed her knees up and out as I leaned in, lapping at her spread labia.
"Oh my, ah! Leasie!" she moaned uncontrollably.
I probed and licked and swirled my tongue on her stiff little clit, feeling the rush of warm sweet juices coating her engorged lips.
Next, I released her left leg letting her thigh rest on my shoulder so I could slide two fingers inside her. "Please cum in my mouth Ms. Cynthia, I want you so much..."
"Fu-uck! Lea-sie!" she groaned in short bursts, in time with her body jerking in a series of mini-crunches.
Her head rolled back. As my lips sucked in her stiff little clit, she began to howl with pleasure as I finger fucked her hard and fast.
Suddenly I stopped. "I think you should stay..."
Before I could finish my sentence, she gripped my head and shoved my face into her cunt. "Finish what you started, you slutty little tease!"
Unable to resist her command, I sucked her hardened love button and swirled my tongue against it, pounding her with my fingers.
"Oh, yes! I'm gonna cum Leasie! Ah! Yes! Fuck me sweetie. Yes! Baby! Aaahh!"
Her body shook as her warm juices drenched my fingers and hand. Every part of me tingled with the feeling of sexual power that comes from knowing your lover has surrendered completely to the pleasure you're bringing her. I had never felt anything like it until I met Cynthia. The memory of that first night at her home in The Hamptons came back to me. Teasing her with the silver bullet, how she raised her pussy in the air to follow it, needing me to pleasure her.
As her orgasm subsided, I removed my fingers and lapped up her drenched pussy, drinking in her sticky sweet cum. Our eyes met as I slowly worked my tongue up and down her length.
"Oh, Leasie, my pet, I love you so much." She sighed contently.
My eyes widened with the rush of excitement her word sent through me. She just said she loves me!
She smiled a knowing smile. "Are you surprised, my pet?"
I nodded, not wanting to remove my tongue as it savored her tangy sweet nectar.
"Leasie, you make so many of us love you but you're blind to it. I have to admit, I thought more than once you were playing me somehow, but you really are oblivious to your effect on others. I've never even kissed a woman before you. Never even came close, but you... And now you've even turned Rosario, it seems. There is no limit."
Her phone rang. Her eyes popped as she saw who it was.
"Sorry, sweetie, I've got to take this. Charles, how are you?" Cynthia winced and pulled her ear away from the phone. "Charles, it will be fine. The airplane will be ready in 45 minutes, and I'll be there by..." She looked at the clock. "Three-thirty."
She put the phone back to her ear as he seemed to calm down a little. "Charles, I'm here with Ms. Carmichael and she's giving me the oral rundown. I am thoroughly satisfied with her performance. She will be back with LVMH Monday and she will have the opportunity to work on her oral presentation several times before then. I've hired a new assistant who I'm sure will put her through the paces today and tomorrow. Ms. Carmichael will put them at ease. They trust her totally, as do I."
She petted my head as I finished the last remnants of cum and began to kiss her soft inner thighs. She smiled at me contently. "Let me call you from the plane, and I'll give you the rundown of my plan so far. It's going to be fine, and if things go as I think, we'll come out of this with a favorable market valuation and stick it to J.P. Morgan/Chase at the same time. Talk to you soon."
Cynthia slid her chair back and stood up. "So sorry, Ms. Carmichael, but I really need to run. Thank you for a very memorable breakfast. If you only knew how much I would like to reciprocate. I promise I will make it up to you," she said as she slipped into her bedroom.
I peeked in. Rosario was still sleeping soundly. I ate some breakfast while Cynthia got ready in record time and whisked out the door, stopping long enough to give me a slow passionate kiss. She looked into my eyes and bit her lip. "I shall miss you my pet. Until next weekend, I'm afraid. You are to take care of Rosario's every need while I'm gone. I will want to hear every intimate detail, of course."
She opened her purse and showed me the silver bullet.
When she left, I checked on Rosario again. Still asleep. It was another beautiful day, so I went to the roof to take advantage of the sun. After an hour on each side I had enough. I showered and put on some shorts and a T. Rosario was still sleeping like a baby. I went for a walk on the beach.
While I was walking my phone rang. It was Cynthia. "Hello, my pet, I'm in the car heading to the office and this will probably be my last chance to check in for a while. So how are you two faring without me?"
"We are fine. Rosario is still sleeping and I'm walking on the beach, thinking about you, smelling you and tasting you. I can't believe, all this time apart and our weekend cut short."
"We'll be together next weekend, I promise. And, I'll have a surprise or two for you, my pet."
"Will you? Mm, I can't wait."
"Nor can I. I hope to call you later and remember, it is your job to take care of Rosario. Ms. Carmichael. This is going to be a tough time for her, and we need to take special care of her for a while. I'll talk to you soon."
"I'll look forward to it," I replied, seductively.
I walked and thought about the past few days, wondering about Cynthia's mixed signals, saying she loved me while telling me to "take care" of Rosario. She was clearly encouraging me to service her, even as she watched.
My own behavior in recent weeks was out of control at best. My eyes bounced from woman to woman relentlessly, picturing them naked and having my way. Cynthia had awakened a side of me that I had never imagined, and now my imagination was boundless.
I replayed over and over in my mind the events with Rosario. I wondered if she would ever wake up. When she did, would she remember any of it? Then my thoughts shifted to my best friend Candy. She had harbored feelings for me for years, and I had been oblivious. But when I did find out, I took advantage. Then she graciously stepped back to let me see where things would go with Cynthia. Now things with Cynthia seemed to include Rosario.
My mind continued in this incessant loop of frustration, until I distracted myself with work. I spent the next two hours planning for my week with LVMH. Louis Vuitton was such a great brand and the family of businesses LVMH included was a dream. In two days, I would be on a cruise ship training their retail group on our investment options for their retirement assets. I truly was living the dream.
After my fifth walk-through and final tweaking of training program, I felt ready. I would review it again tomorrow and have it down. I had delivered the presentation some seventeen times in four different languages, with the help of Maurice and Andre. This was the fourth time on my own and my confidence was high. Cynthia taught me the importance of preparation, but she also thought on her feet better than anyone I had ever seen. I prided myself on that ability, but she was the master.
I relaxed in the living room and began to read a book, thinking about lunch. It was 12:40 and there was no sign of Rosario. After a few pages I became drowsy and fell asleep. Later, I awoke to the sight of Rosario, sitting on the end of the couch, smiling at me awkwardly.
"I am so sorry to wake you, Ms. Carmichael, you were sleeping so peacefully."
"It's fine, I was just reading and dozed off."
She looked incredibly fresh. I was amazed. Had I not seen and felt her pass out in a drunken stupor I would have not believed it.
"How long was I out?" I looked at my phone. It was just after 2:00 o'clock. "Wow, I was out. How are you feeling?" I asked, still in awe.
"Better now. I took some aspirin and drank some water. I am starving. Would you like something to eat, Ms. Carmichael?"
"I am hungry, but let me get it for us. I'm taking care of you today. What would you like?"
"You don't need to..."
"I'm making lunch, Ms. Rosario! Is there something you would like?" I said, recalling Cynthia's orders for addressing her.
"I do have a craving for grilled cheese and tomato soup," she replied with a smile, apparently she liked the idea of being waited on for a change.
I got up and went to the kitchen. Rosario followed and sat at the dining table. She had on the olive skinny jeans and a thin pink tube top from last night. It had spaghetti straps attached above each breast that tied behind the neck. Her nipples protruded from the thin tight fabric and her golden-brown skin contrasted with the soft pink material.
I couldn't help but imagine peeling that top off and gently kissing her shapely breasts. Her exposed midriff, back and shoulders looked so smooth and silky. I recalled how electrifying her skin felt as I caressed her last evening.
I realized I was lost in thought and suddenly the silence seemed awkward. "You and Cynthia were a little tipsy last night. What do you remember?"
She looked at me for a moment with a smile that made me think she noticed my stare and liked it. "After we went to the bar, I remember a few shots of tequila and that's about it. I think I remember waking you up. Did we eat pizza?" she asked, embarrassed.
"Yes, you were both pretty blasted at that point, but it was fun."
"I hope I didn't do anything or say anything bad," she said timidly.
I really wanted to talk about what she was doing to me when she passed out, but since she didn't remember, I thought it best to drop it.
"No, you were fine. Don't worry. You had a terrible day. I'm sure I would have tied one on too."
"Wow, I don't even remember telling you." She looked ashamed.
"Ms. Rosario, this is not your fault at all. It's all on him, you didn't send the girls to him. Some men are just pigs."
She began to cry just as I was turning on the stove. I turned it back off and went to her.
"Oh, Ms. Rosario, I didn't mean to make you cry."
"It wasn't you. I just can't believe I was so stupid for so long." She hugged my waist as I stood next to her.
I stood there and she had a good hard cry with her face buried in my belly. I patted her soft dark hair and felt guilty as my mind went back to the night before when she was kissing me. Her marriage was over, and her heart was broken, but the twisted part of me wanted to take advantage of her weakness for my own pleasure.
I pulled myself together and just held her there until she cried it out. When she stopped, I released her and stepped back.
"I think you needed that, Ms. Rosario. Now let me get you some food. We can just relax and have a girls' day. What do you think?"
"Please call me Rosie," she said, raising her head and trying to smile.
"But Ms. Cynthia said..."
"Ms. Cynthia is not here, Ms. Carmichael," she said with a rebellious grin.
Happy to see her spirit returning, I complied. "When she is not here, but you must call me Alecia."
"Okay, Alecia," she said, in her sexy accent.
We had lunch and sat down for some television time.
"How about we binge watch the Hallmark channel," I suggested.
"Please, no romance right now. I'm not ready."
"You're right. Let's see what's on Netflix."
She agreed, and we watched "The Heat" with Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy, then followed it up with "Snatched," starring Goldie Hawn and Amy Schumer.
Then we took a walk on the beach and ate burgers and fries at a little joint. It was an alcohol-free dinner. When we returned to the house we sat on the patio and talked about our families and anything but relationships.
Her father had passed away when she was young. Her mother raised her in Miami and was semi-retired to a mobile home park in Lakeland, offering her housekeeping services to the residents and owners. Rosario was the youngest of six siblings who had moved to Georgia and the Carolinas for work.
I texted Cynthia and suggested, with both of us leaving, she should encourage Rosario to go see her mom and spend some time with her for some extra emotional support. She agreed, and took the time to call Rosario and talk to her. Again, it amazed me that a woman of such power and importance genuinely cared about everyone she encountered.
They spoke for about thirty minutes and then we moved inside. She had discovered Downton Abbey, so we watched it and talked. She got a bit teary-eyed and hugged me with her head resting on my shoulder where we fell asleep.
It was about three in the morning when she stirred. I awoke as she peeled her arms from around me and stood up sleepily. "I'm so sorry, Alecia. We should go to bed. I will see you in the morning. Good night and thank you."
"Thank you, Rosie, I really enjoyed the day. I love you sweetheart. Things will get better, I promise."
She smiled and went off to her bedroom. I watched as she walked away. My selfish lustful mind locked on to her skinny jeans and her curved tight little ass. Then my gaze shifted to the dark skin on her shapely back and shoulders against the pink tube top. I so much wanted her to finish what she started the night before. But I knew it would be wrong to take advantage of her current state of mind.
After brushing my teeth, I removed my bra and climbed into bed in just my panties. My mind whirled replaying the previous evening and the feel of her kissing me before she passed out.
Sometime later, on the verge of sleep, I heard her voice.
"Alecia, are you asleep?"
For a second I thought I was dreaming, but my eyes focused on her still dressed, standing next to my bed.
"No Rosie, I'm awake," I said, a little groggy. "Do you need to talk, sweetie?"
"I just don't feel like being alone right now. Do you mind?"
I peeled the covers back and she froze, staring at my exposed body. A naughty smile crept onto my face from her speechlessness. She looked at me, eyes growing wider and hungrier as she slowly slid onto the bed next to me.
Now it was I who was frozen, not knowing what to do. She drew closer. Suddenly she rose to her hands and knees and threw her left knee over me, straddling me on all fours, looking into my eyes.
My heart raced. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes and the intent in her mind. Her arms bent lowering her mouth to mine. She kissed me as only she could. She pressed her tongue against my lips, licked them and plunged the tip into my mouth, probing me deeply.
As she kissed she would pull slowly away, raising her head, pulling her tongue away. I tried to suck it back in but she broke the kiss, then lunged back in to lick and probe. There was something so sensual about it. It excited me like no kiss before.
Even her hair excited me. It was pulled back in a pony tail, but in front her bangs were parted in the middle. It tickled my cheeks as her mouth made love to mine.
I could have let her kiss me forever. Her head tilted side to side, and occasionally she would lick my lips then suck my upper or lower slip into her mouth before probing me with her tongue. By now my pussy was drenched as I seemed to feel her tongue everywhere. If a man kissed me like that, I would have thought it almost gross. From her it was the sexiest kiss ever. My lips latched onto her tongue as she pulled away, overtaken by the need to have her inside me.
My hands caressed her shoulders and lower back, her skin unbelievably soft and smooth. I moaned audibly like a puppy squealing for milk from its mama.
Her knees slid straight out to the sides, lowering her pelvis to mine and stretching her skinny jeans impossibly tight. My hand roamed over her ass. I could feel the jeans dipping in between her cheeks. My fingers followed the valley of her spine under her waistband to the top of her ass crack, causing her to grind her pelvis against mine.
I moaned and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and she kissed me even more passionately, breathing deeper and faster. Desperately needing to feel her skin against mine, I reached the tie string of her top with my free hand and released it. Then I gripped it as she continued kissing me and pulled It up.
She rocked her body lower on mine, breaking our kiss to allow me to pull it up and over her head. As it cleared her body, she brought her tongue to my left breast, licking my nipple firmly.
"Oh, Rosie, ah!" I moaned, as she pressed her hot wet tongue firmly against me. My back arched and I pressed my chest against her, feeling her warmth radiate from my breast to my clit. She moved to the right breast and rolled off me, sliding her hand into my panties and between my engorged labia.
The frustration that began in the morning when Cynthia left me wanting more released in a flood of warm wetness. I instantly began to shake from the sensation of her tongue and fingers, "Oh fuck! Rosie. You're going to make me cum!"
I rolled myself on top of her. She maintained contact with my screaming hot pussy and shoved a second finger inside me.
I raised my upper body. She shoved her fingers in hard as I tried to pull myself off of them to get her naked. "Please, I need those pants off. Oh, fuck!"
"I'll tell you when, you dirty little slut!" She had a devious grin, as her fingers moved at an incredible speed.
"Fuck!" I wailed, as I spread my legs and dropped my upper body against hers, powerless to resist the feel of her fingers pounding inside of me. My orgasm was already inevitable. "Oh God, Rosie," I yelled with my chin on her shoulder and hips gyrating.
"That's it, spread those legs for me baby. I want you to cum for me, Alecia," she commanded.
Her pace slowed, causing me to move my hips faster, fucking her fingers like an animal. I spread my legs as wide as possible following her command and surrendered myself to her.
"Are you going to cum for me, honey?" she whispered in my ear.
"Oh fuck, yes," I groaned, rubbing my clit on her fingers as fast as my hips could move.
"Say it, Alecia."
"I'm cumming for you!" I blurted as my clit exploded with paralyzing pleasure, my hips convulsing from the electrifying wave. I began to sing in a high-pitched string of spasmodic sounds, "Ah, ha, ah, ha, oh Rosie...ee, ee, eeeeeee!"
As the powerful orgasm passed, I collapsed onto her panting, kissing her neck. "Oh my God, what, you do, to me."
Her fingers slid out of me as I gasped for air. While I caught my breath, I began to kiss her neck and shoulders, working my way down. I had to peel those jeans off and return the favor.
When I reached her breasts, she gasped and placed her hands on my head. My hands caressed her ribs, and I could feel her heart racing. I gently kissed her breasts, starting at her chest and circling in on her nipples slowly.
"Your skin is so soft, Rosie," I said, kissing and teasing with the tip of my tongue.
When my kisses reached her belly button, she sighed and arched her back. "Damn you turn me on, Ms. Rosario," I whispered, as my hands slid under her, holding her steady as I kissed her abdomen.
Her hands gripped my cheeks and pulled my head back toward hers. When our eyes met, she held me there looking at me with those hungry brown eyes. I swallowed hard, my throat so tight I could barely breathe.
"Ms. Cynthia was right. You awaken desires in me that I've never had before."
She pulled me to her and kissed me again, holding my face.
Next, she stopped and looked in my eyes. "I need your tongue in my pussy, Alecia, I'm so wet for you."
Immediately I moved down her body, kissing and wiggling my tongue as I went. When I reached her skinny jeans, I traced my tongue along the waistline, hesitating. I thought about biting the button off, but instead swirled my tongue on her lower belly as I gripped it with my fingers.
There was no time to waste, so I jerked the zipper down and began to pull her tight pants off her hips. She raised her ass off the mattress and wiggled her hips frantically to help me work them free. Her motion sent a tingle through my body as I caught the scent of her hot steamy cunt.
I inhaled deeply, "I love the scent of your sweet pussy, Ms. Rosario." I was in full pet mode, and had to call her by the name that demonstrated my submission to her every desire. I wanted to submit. I needed her to tell me what to do to please her. I would do whatever it took to taste that beautiful fur-covered pussy again.
"I want you so bad, Ms. Rosario." I grunted as I tugged on her jeans.
She had on white lace panties that contrasted beautifully with her light brown skin. In a less frantic moment I would have loved to strip her to her panties and gently caress her through the pretty lace and trace my fingers over every thread, following with my lips and tongue. But at that moment I needed to taste her, to probe her and pleasure her until she flooded my mouth with her juices.
I pulled the panties with her jeans past her knees. She raised her knees to her chest, allowing me to slip them off. With her feet free, she extended her legs, straddling me, rubbing them gently down my sides and thighs.
Looking down on her naked body I was stunned by her beauty. Her dark brown hair pulled back except for the bangs outlining her face. Her intensely brown eyes and cute little nose.
"You're so beautiful, Ms. Rosario."
"You can call me R..."
"No, I can't! I want you, Ms. Rosario. I want to do whatever it takes to please you. I am your pet, Ms. Rosario. I will do anything you want, but please let me suck your pussy."
My hands were caressing her hips as my eyes drank her in. Her pink nipples on her symmetrical soft breasts begged for my lips. Below, her ribs peeked through her smooth skin before giving way to her soft flat tummy. Her tiny belly button was an innie, begging for my tongue to circle it and tease it.
My mouth watered as I focused in on the dark muff surrounding her soft, delicate pink labia, slightly parted between her spread legs. I remembered their warmth and tangy sweetness. I had to let my tongue slip in between them.
"Ms. Cynthia warned me about you. She said you would do anything to get what you want. Is that true?"
"Yes, Ms. Rosario, I need to taste you, please!" I dropped down to hands and knees and kissed her belly just above her dark bush.
She gripped my head and pulled me toward her face again. Her brown eyes mesmerized me. How sexy they looked. Then her light pink full lips drew my gaze as she released my face, gripped my shoulders and rolled on top of me.
"You like my pussy, Ms. Carmichael?"
"Oh, yes please..."
Her tongue plunged into my mouth, working its magic again.
"Oscar thought I should shave it," she said, looking at me with a hint of embarrassment.
"Please don't, Ms. Rosario. I love the way it tickles me. You're so clean and soft."
She kissed me again and ground her pelvis against mine. I whimpered my approval as my hands slid slowly down her back and over her silky-smooth ass. They caressed her, in constant motion, exploring her body, loving her delicate warm skin. I would never tire of touching her.
My pussy grew wetter and hotter by the second. Suddenly she rolled off, turned her body and threw her right leg over me. My heart raced as her glistening pussy hovered over my face. She lowered herself toward me. My eager tongue extended gently, slipping between her engorged glistening lips. Her scent caused a rush of warm wetness through my spread pussy as I felt her breath on my slit.
She groaned as my tongue swirled inside her and her tangy sweet juices flooded my taste buds. I had never been in a 69 with a woman before. My tongue probed and licked her slit and I felt in complete control, until her tongue began lapping at my pussy as aggressively as when she kissed me earlier.
My head rolled back. "I love your tongue, Ms. Rosario. Huh!" That last syllable came out in a high-pitched squeak as I felt the urge to surrender, lay back and enjoy her magical abilities.
Instead, I worked my tongue faster and deeper as my hands rubbed up and down her ass. I felt her bush on my cheeks and nose while I licked and probed her soft warm labia. My nose touched her tight little sphincter as I licked. The skin of her inner thighs brushed my arms and shoulders, while my arms wrapped around her thighs, allowing my hand to caress and grip her ass.
Her thick aggressive tongue lapped at my pussy and clit while she moaned, flooding my steaming cunt with her hot breath. I tried to focus on pleasuring her, but her tongue was relentless. It began to feel like a competition to see would break first. I increased my pace and her moans intensified, but so did her tongue.
Then her hips began to roll forward and back as she rubbed herself on my face. My tongue stiffened and my hands felt her ass tighten as she stretched her legs out behind her. This pressed her drenched cunt against my face. Her powerful tongue had me at the point of surrender when she broke. Her arms gave way and her upper body dropped, pressing her breasts against my belly. Her head turned to her left and she hugged my leg pushing her right cheek against my thigh.
"Hoaah!" she wailed, humping my face.
Knowing she would soon flood my mouth with her hot sticky cum, I thrust my tongue in and out, lapping at her clit. My hands ran wildly over ass and back as her body tightened. I paused for a quick breath and she pulled her knees up under her and pushed her upper body off me. Her pussy rose up and I quickly followed, craning my neck to get her back.
Rosario straightened her upper body, straddling my head and shoulders. As she lowered her hot wetness back to my mouth, I understood what she wanted. I relaxed my neck and offered my tongue while she spread her knees, lowering herself onto my face.
I gripped her ass and wiggled my tongue, causing her moans to intensify. Her body shook in time with her moans. " Hoah! HoahI Hoah!" she screamed in loud high-pitched gasps.
I could feel her juices flooding my face as her hands gripped mine and placed them on her breasts. Taking quick breaths through my nose I continued to probe her as she rocked on my face. Her upper body began to convulse in time with her increasingly loud screams of ecstasy. She swayed forward and back in wild spasmodic waves. Losing her balance, she braced herself with a hand on my pelvis as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She froze, screaming over and over, "Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh!"
Her hot cum coated my tongue and face as she collapsed down on me, hugging my thigh again. Every scream seemed to send a tingle directly to my clit. As her orgasm peaked I wiggled my tongue as deep as I could into her silky-smooth passage, drinking in her sweet nectar.
My legs spread wide, anticipating her incredible tongue as she kissed my inner thigh. Her warm breath sent a chill up my spine. In my excitement, I plunged my tongue in deeper, causing her to moan loudly. I pressed my face into her, thrusting in and out.
Rosario had taken a slow firm lick down my slit when, much to my surprise, she surrendered to a second orgasmic wave. Her knees spread wide and her toes were in the air over my forehead. She pushed herself against me and began to rock and jerk her body.
My hands gripped her clenching buns and I spread them wide, forcing my stiffened tongue in and out. Her head rolled back and she began to moan and groan, hugging my thighs with her arms as she succumbed to another orgasm.
I held her firmly against me as I fucked her with my tongue, drinking in the taste of her cum. I felt empowered knowing I had her completely under my control, and imagined the pleasure she felt as she came.
Her screams stopped and I imagined her mouth agape, unable to make a sound as my tongue had her paralyzed with pleasure. Her body continued to jerk when she suddenly sucked in a huge breath and let out a final screech. "Aaaaaaaaaaah!"
Finally, unable to take anymore, she jumped off and wiggled backward until her head was directly over mine. I looked at her upside-down smiling face, while her hands ever so gently gripped my head. "That was amazing, Ms. Carmichael."
She began her tongue kisses once again and spun herself around, straddling me on all fours. She stretched out and lowered her naked body onto mine. Her kisses electrified my whole body. When I began to caress her back and shoulders, she stopped and looked at me.
"Put your hands over your head," she commanded.
I looked at her, confused, but complied. "But I love touching you Ms. Rosario...Please."
"It is my turn and I want no distractions. Keep your hands up there."
She began kissing my neck, so I laid back and let her have her way. She was warm and soft and seemed impossibly light lying on me. Our breasts touched as she kissed my neck slowly, deliberately touching every inch. Her legs pressed between mine and pushed mine apart. I gladly complied, feeling her thick bush against my pelvis. I could feel the wet mixture of her cum and my saliva.
I moaned softly and she responded. "Do you like this, Ms. Carmichael?"
"Oh, God, yes. I love the way you kiss me." I wanted so badly to let my hands explore her but held them overhead as ordered.
Her kisses sent tingling waves from my neck to my clit, causing me to whimper and sigh with each one. Unknowingly I pushed my pelvis against her with each kiss.
Next, she shifted to my shoulders, kissing them both, moving slowly across my upper chest as she made her way from the right shoulder to the left.
"Please let me touch you, Ms. Rosario," I pleaded.
"You are touching me, Ms. Carmichael. Every bit of you is touching me. I feel your beautiful shoulder on my lips. I feel your breast pressed against me." She rose up and licked my left earlobe. "I feel you on my tongue, and I feel your hot wet pussy against my thigh. I feel you breathing and your heart pounding. You are touching me."
I nearly came at that moment and found myself trying to rub my throbbing clit against her silky thigh. When her tongue hit my nipple with a firm swirling push, I gasped. "Oh! Oh God, Ms. Rosario, I love you so much."
She stopped and looked up into my eyes. "You little slut! You'll say anything to get me to..." Her tongue moved to my other nipple, then she looked at me tauntingly, nibbling it gently.
Her breasts were warm and soft against my abdomen as her tonguing continued. It occurred to me that I had turned her from a timid strait-laced submissive to a hungry aggressive dom. Being the willing recipient of her newfound desire was a perk I would relish for as long as she would let me serve her.
She continued her kisses, making her way slowly down my body. I squirmed and whimpered, resisting the urge to grab her hair and shove her face into my soaked cunt.
Her tongue swirled in my belly button and I arched my back, trying to bring my pussy closer to her mouth. I writhed and whined, gyrating my hips.
"Do you like that, Ms. Carmichael?" she whispered.
"Please," I panted.
"What is it you want, Ms. Carmichael?"
I burst out as her tongue teased my navel. "I need your tongue in my pussy please!"
She rested her chin on my pelvis and smiled at me. Her brown eyes entranced me. "You do beg like a horny little slut, don't you, Ms. Carmichael?"
It hit home that since I met Cynthia Sanders I had been called a slut more times than I had ever heard the word in my life. Every time it sent an inexplicable shot of heat between my legs. I wanted to be their slut. I needed it, loved it.
I wiggled my body higher on the bed, moving my pussy to her mouth. "Please eat my pussy!" I squealed desperately.
Then suddenly, She climbed back on top of me until we were nose to nose. Her hands pressed on my elbows, holding my hands up over my head. Our eyes locked.
"I will decide when you are ready, Ms. Carmichael, do you understand?"
I nodded. She made me want her so much. Her warm skin pressed against me and I was lost in her eyes.
"Now I have to start over." Her tongue extended and she started with a lick and kiss, taunting my pussy as she penetrated my mouth.
True to her word she started the torturous pleasure of kissing and licking her way down my body even more slowly this time. She did it knowing how badly I needed that tongue where it mattered most. As she approached my breasts again, she stopped and looked at me.
"What do you want, Ms. Carmichael?" she teased.
"You know!" I growled.
"Do you want me to stop?" She licked my left nipple.
"No, please." I thrust my pelvis against her tummy.
"Do you want me to start over?"
"Please no! I can't take any more."
She smiled. "Tell me what you want."
"Please put that tongue in my pussy!" I pleaded.
"You are a horny little slut. Have you never heard of foreplay?"
She licked across to my right breast, then back to the left. Eventually, she reached my belly button and teased me again and again. When she finally reached the top of my little bush, she lingered, planting gentle kisses.
When she exhaled through her nose, her warm breath washed over my engorged labia and I thrust myself at her, contacting her chin. She looked up at me.
"Do you want me to start over?"
I growled and collapsed in surrender. My body went limp and I stared at the ceiling. She quietly resumed kissing. When she brought her elbows over my thighs and planted them between my legs, I could barely breathe. She gripped my left thigh near the knee and spread me open. I spread my right leg too, giving myself to her completely.
The room was suddenly quiet. My heart thumped in my chest and I could hear her breathing as she released her grip. Her breath felt warmer and stronger on my desperate pussy this time. When her lips gently touched the seam of my inner thigh and outer labia, a broken whimper escaped me as I tried to remain perfectly still.
Her gentle kisses and teasing little tickles with her tongue tip sent a new rush of heat and wetness between my legs. Slowly and methodically she continued up and down both sides. Her teasing was relentless, but I dared not move for fear she would start the whole process over again.
I was focused on breathing and letting her have control when her tongue pressed firmly against the bottom of my slit, forcing my lips apart. My body tensed and I let out a stammering series of moans as my hands gripped the covers over my head and my pelvis raised to meet her magic tongue.
"Uh, ah, huh, aaaahhhhhh!" I moaned.
I heard her moan softly. A sense of relief and excitement settled in. She apparently liked her first taste of pussy.
Her hand slid under my raised ass and she gripped me and pulled me tighter against her face. Her tongue swirled and probed, sending me into a frenzy. My pussy had been screaming for attention since Cynthia left. Now her thick powerful tongue was finally hitting home.
I yelled out in a high-pitched screech. "Hah! Ms., Ro, Rosariooooo! Aaaaaaaaaaahh!"
My body quaked from the powerful orgasm that quickly overtook me. The anticipation of her magical tongue paled in comparison to reality. My body unleashed a paralyzing wave of pleasure that left me unable to make a sound other than guttural grunt.
Her tongue kept in constant motion, keeping my climax going as I flooded her mouth and face with my hot cum. The orgasm peaked and she continued her deliberate lapping. When I was able to move again, I looked down on her and our eyes met.
"Thank you, Ms. Rosario. You are amazing, the things you do with your tongue."
She grinned as she continued licking me clean. After a few moments, she rose and licked her lips. "Mmmm," she sighed while looking at me.
She crawled off the end of the bed and stood up. Her naked body was simply beautiful. It was not hard, but feminine and toned exactly right. Her breasts were shapely, with petite nipples that stood at attention.
"Roll over on your stomach please, Ms. Carmichael," she said with authority. I only wanted more of Rosario and happily complied.
"Good, just relax with your arms out to the side," she continued while pushing my feet apart with her hands.
She crawled on the bed between my spread legs and began rubbing my ass cheeks firmly with her hands. "You came very fast Ms. Carmichael. I think you need more. I plan to explore all of you and make you cum for me again. Would you like that, Ms. Carmichael?"
I lay with my head turned to the right, resting on my left cheek and my eyes closed. I exhaled slowly and loudly while nodding my agreement. She began to knead my ass and gently kiss one side at a time, lying on her stomach between my spread legs. This time I was determined to be patient and let her take her time.
After a moment her tongue touched the very top of my ass crack and she licked slowly up my spine about half way and returned, back to repeat this time with kisses. She sent a wave of goose bumps from my thighs to my biceps. She was nothing if not thorough. This time she worked her way slowly up my back until she lay flat on top of me.
She was like a warm silky blanket against my bare backside as she laid her chin on my shoulder. "You make me want you Ms. Carmichael," she whispered. Her right hand traced up my side, starting at my thigh and working up toward the side of my breast. "I tasted you and I want more. Cynthia told me you would unlock desires I never knew I had. Now I want to taste you tender little pussy again."
She began kissing my neck. I breathed deeply. "Ms. Rosario, the things you do to me..."
Her tongue flicked at my earlobe and I gasped softly in response. "You gave me my first taste of a woman and I'm afraid I have to have more, and more, and more..." she continued speaking between kisses.
I sighed, letting her kiss her way down. Each kiss sent a tickling wave up my spine that nearly had me jumping out of my skin. The power of her kisses and the intensity of my body's reaction to her was remarkable. I forced myself to remain still and enjoy her exploration.
I marveled at the feel of her breasts on my bare ass while she continued her licking and kissing lower and lower. Next her tongue touched the top of my ass crack and she licked up my spine to the small of my back. I sighed heavily while she proceeded to kiss and caress both cheeks.
My pussy was steamy wet again as she settled her upper body on the bed between my spread legs. Next, I raised my ass slightly and was rewarded by the feel of her tongue tip teasing my spread labia. "Oh, oh yes, " I moaned, thrusting my ass higher.
"That's it, Ms. Carmichael, bring your horny little pussy to me so I can get a better taste," she said.
I felt her quick teasing tongue barely contacting my labia. "Oh please, Ms. Rosario."
This time I felt that marvelous tongue plunge into my gaping cunt. "Oh God, Ms. Rosario! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, hah! ah!" I gasped.
She thrust her tongue in and out, her nose pressed against my stretched asshole. The sensation was overwhelming as I yelled. "Hoah! Fuck! Ms. Rosario! That tongue... Oh God!"
When her thumb began to rub my clit along with the probing of her tongue, another orgasm began to build and my screams grew louder. I loved having my pussy spread wide for her pleasure. The feeling of complete surrender and trust made it all so much more intense. "Fu-, fuck, that f-feels..."
She pulled off. "Cum for me again, Sweetie," she panted, her breath washing over me before she plunged back in.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, God yes! I'm cumming so hard for you..." Her thumb moved at amazing speed and my clit screamed with pleasure. "OH FUCK I'M CUMMING FOR YOU...AAHH!"
Unable to take anymore, I pulled away panting wildly. Rosario moved to my left side as I collapsed flat on the bed. She stretched out beside me and pulled me against her, spooning me. As I caught my breath, she began kissing my shoulders. "I love how you taste, Ms. Carmichael."
She caressed my thigh and hips and I craned my neck to kiss her. She obliged with a cum-laden tongue kiss before returning to my neck. "You feel so good." Her finger caressed my ass. "Like warm silk. You enchant me, Ms. Carmichael, and make me want more and more."
She leaned her hips away with her breasts pressed to my back, exposing my ass a little more. Her fingers traced down my thigh and back up between my legs. As she came to my pussy, she pulled her middle finger through my lips and up the crack of my ass. She repeated the process down my hips and thighs, kissing my shoulder.
When she reached my pussy, she gently slid two fingers up and down my slit. "You are so warm, and soft, and wet," she whispered.
I sighed, contented, basking in the feel of her soft kisses and warm touch. I thought I could get used to this.
Her stroking of my pussy became more deliberate.
"You came very quickly again, Ms. Carmichael. I think Ms. Cynthia was right, your appetite is endless." She pressed harder up the length of my slit, deliberately stoking my asshole, and down again. "I don't think you're quite done yet."
I pulled my right knee up toward my chest, making myself more accessible to her. My wetness returned and I began to breathe more deeply.
"Do you like this, slut?" she said, nibbling my shoulder and pushing her fingers inside me.
"Yes, Ms. Rosario."
"You want to cum for me again, don't you?"
"Yes, Ms. Rosario," I sighed.
She pulled out and rubbed her wet finger up my slit and ass crack again.
"You're my little slut toy, aren't you?"
"Yes, Ms. Rosario!"
I was and I loved it. She felt so good pressed against my back. Her hairy muff tickled my left ass cheek as her hand ran up and down my crack.
Then her fingers plunged into me again.
"Oh yes, fuck me, Ms. Rosario."
"Feels so good in there, Ms. Carmichael. I love how wet and hot I make you."
I had never felt anything quite like this. Two fingers plunged in and out as she finger-fucked me from behind.
"Such a fun toy," she panted, her speed increasing.
I craned my neck again, and she offered her tongue. I sucked it in my mouth and groaned as her fingers pounded me. My right leg was straight out and my left bent. I could feel the warmth of her forearm down my ass crack as her curled hand fingered me at lightning speed. I released her tongue and began to squeal.
"I want you to cum for me, slut toy!" she whispered.
"Ooh, yes! Ms. Ros-a-rio! Ah! Aaahh! Aaahhhhhh!
As I came my straightened leg spasmed, jerking my foot in the air with each wave.
My shouts of pleasure continued uncontrolled until my orgasm subsided. Then she pulled me closer, slowly sliding her fingers in and out. We both relaxed and she snuggled me for several minutes, fingers still stroking me.
"Hopefully that will satisfy you for a while," she whispered.
I nodded and sighed. She held me. Her breath on my shoulder combined with the warmth of her body pressed to mine sent me off to sleep quickly.
Monday morning awoke around 9:45 in a panic but was pleasantly surprised to find only a few e-mails and one voice mail. I was a bit disappointed that Cynthia had not texted, but I knew she was busy.
I could smell something cooking in the kitchen, so I put on a robe and walked out to see Rosario, looking fresh and showered, wearing a lightweight knee-length sundress with tank shoulder straps. Her smile was warm and bright and her eyes gorgeous.
"Good morning, Ms. Carmichael, I know your week is busy and you will be leaving today, so I made you pancakes."
I walked toward her a little uncomfortably, wondering whether to kiss her or play it casual. "Thank you for last night, Ms. Rosario, I may never need cock again."
Her eyes widened and lit up while she took my hand and pulled me to her.
Cupping my face, she gave me a slow steady kiss. My anxiety over morning breath caused me to break away. "I hope I don't have morning..."
"You are delicious." She kissed me again.
Then she released me and proceeded to pull a stack of pancakes from the oven and set them on the table.
"Thanks Rosario, I mean Ms. Rosario."
"Rosie, please," she corrected.
"Rosie," I couldn't help but blush a little.
I ate, showered and dressed, then worked for a couple of hours from the dining table. By early afternoon I called for a driver to take me to Miami for a dinner meeting with LVMH. I would check into the hotel, have dinner, and leave the next morning for the cruise and orientation meeting for the LVMH onboard retail group.
I packed and placed my bags by the door and waited for the driver to arrive. While I waited, I made a couple of phone calls from the living room. Rosario sat quietly at the kitchen table looking at me seductively while I talked. When the driver arrived, I met him at the door,
"Hello, would you mind loading the bags. I need to get my briefcase and we can go."
"Absolutely," he replied, with a grin.
He was a distinguished-looking grey-haired gentleman. I thought how it was so unfair that men could go grey and look distinguished, while women could never show their grey.
He took the first two bags and I turned to see Rosario smiling. Then she stopped me in my tracks by spreading her legs to reveal her exposed bush and pink labia. There it was, peeking at me from her salmon sundress that looked stunning against her light brown skin. Warm wetness flooded my vagina as my heart raced.
"Ms. Carmichael, I think I really need a kiss goodbye," she said, as she slid her dress up to her hips.
In the back of my mind I was vaguely aware the driver would be back, but the memory of my tongue splitting those silky soft lips and her tangy sweet taste...
She held her hand out flat and motioned me down. I did as commanded and dropped to my knees and then to all fours. With a devilish grin she gave me the come-hither finger curl. I crawled in my three thousand-dollar skirt suit and high heels.
As I approached her legs spread wider, revealing her glistening inner labia and moistened gap calling to my tongue.
"Ms. Carmichael, you are such a good pet. Ah!" she sighed as my tongue made contact. "Oh my, Ms. Car-michael..."
Her hand gently gripped the back of my head and her hips rolled slowly as I penetrated her warm silky cunt.
"That feels so good. I love that hot little tongue in my pussy. Oh yes, Ms. Carmichael, eat my pussy, sweetie..."
I didn't care if the driver was watching. In my twisted slutty mind it only excited me more knowing he was watching. He was probably wishing it was his face buried in her tender little muff. He would think about this for days to come, and probably replay this in his mind for life.
Her satiny skin caressed my cheeks as I bobbed and shook my head lapping up and down her slit and wiggling side to side.
Ms. Carmichael, it feels so good! Aah! Ah, yes, right there sweetie. Oh! Don't stop, please! Aahh, Aahh, Aahh!" She forced my face into her drenched cunt as her body spasmed in a powerful climax that had my panties soaked from bringing her pleasure. The flood of creamy cum covered my cheeks and chin and I lapped up every drop I could. Her body shook as her climax subsided.
After a moment, she gripped my head in her hands and pulled me up to a standing position and began kissing me and lapping at my lips before probing my mouth with that amazing tongue.
She spun me around with my ass against the table, kissing and licking her cum off my cheeks and chin. I thought she would toss me on the table and ravage me. I would have happily let her even with the driver watching. She had me in a heated frenzy and I loved it.
Her hand tugged my skirt up and her finger slid between my labia through my panties. I groaned with pleasure as her hot breath washed over my cheek while her finger slid up and down my slit. She licked her cum off my chin and spoke loud enough for the driver to hear.
He stood wide eyed, pants tenting and mouth agape, breathing slow and deep. My eyes closed and I began to tremble from her touch.
"Your little pussy is steaming, Ms. Carmichael, and your panties are soaked..."
I could only groan and hope she continued. All that mattered was her warmth against my body and her finger rubbing me through my silk panties. The taste of her cum lingered in my mouth and that ruthless little finger had me completely under its control. I braced myself against the table with a climax building.
"The rich powerful business woman who chews men up and spits them out is like clay in my hands. One little finger and you turn into what, Ms. Carmichael?"
I knew the phrase she wanted, and I yelled it out, releasing all inhibitions and surrendering myself to her. "I'm your slut toy, Ms. Rosario!" I gasped.
"Are you cumming in your panties for me, Ms. Carmichael?"
"Oh God, yes! I'm cumming for you. Oh, Ms. Rosario! Cumming in my panties!" I nearly head butted her as my upper body convulsed forward and back as I grunted from pleasure. "Huh-ah! Huh-ah! Huh-ah!"
As my climax subsided, I hugged her close and buried my face in her neck while I caught my breath. My eyes remained closed, embarrassed to look at the driver.
"Wow, Ms. Carmichael, you're going to get me going again. I hope this will tide you over for a few days," she said with feigned exasperation.
Nodding with a satisfied sigh, I opened my eyes to the sight of the driver, excited and flushed. Thank goodness for Rosario quickly cutting in. She turned toward him. "Thank you, sir, you can load the rest of her things and Ms. Carmichael will be out shortly."
Then she turned back toward me. "And Ms. Carmichael, I'm going to need those panties. You know Ms. Liebert's policy. If you soil you panties, they belong to her."
She knelt down, reached up under my skirt and pulled my wet panties off. The poor driver stood holding my bags, staring like a child in a candy store as I stepped out of them.
Rosario stood up and gave me another of her lip-licking tongue-probing kisses and then whispered in my ear. "Thank you for a life-changing few days, Ms. Carmichael. I need you to hurry back. I will be thinking about you. Remember, you must take care of me." She kissed my ear and backed away. "Travel safe Ms. Carmichael. I will see you soon."
Blushing I went to the car as the driver held the door for me. As we drove off Rosario stood in the doorway, waving with her right hand and holding my panties to her face with the left.