A Ladys' Pleasures

 

 

Patricia adored mornings on her balcony. She enjoyed the sunrise as it gifted her lovely lake with shimmering light. With an eye for art and beauty she would relish the gradual change in color as the sun ascended. The earliest light provided a dark red hue that turned to a languid orange followed by a golden yellow then through a rainbow of changes that ended with an undulating silver that would remain until night fell.

 

The morning air was cool so Patricia had worn a robe of heavy satin with a fur lined collar over her dainty night clothes. She could hear that Yas was busy in the kitchen preparing her morning coffee. It had been a delight having her girl with her all this time since her daughter and husband had vacated to persue their own dreams.

In the past two weeks she had been pampered beyond her wildest dreams. Yas had insisted on serving her at every opportunity. Since the dramatic arrival of her darling girl she had not dressed, bathed nor even wiped herself. Yas loved to serve and service her and she sometimes had to struggle to maintain the regal aire of a mistress as her ardent lover girl seemed  to have no limits in her adoration.

 

Yas emerged wearing only a little burgandy teddy with matching heels. She held a tray with a steaming cup of creamed coffee, danish pastries, a fresh packet of cigarettes and her Ladys' gold lighter. She set them on a  table beside Patricals' lounge and went to her knees.

 

'Good morning, Miss. I hope you like the coffee.'

 

Patricia regarded the girl kneeling by her chair. There was no hinderance of her view of the girls full breasts and stiff nipples as the sheer teddy did little to hide the feminine charms of her slave. This was really the first time Patricia had thought of her as such and wondered how true it was. She took a long sip of her coffee and

though delighted by the appearance of her sexy girl she raised an eyebrow at how she was dressed on this chilled morning but decided to simply let her pet shiver there in order to see where this might lead.

 

Patricia snuggled within her warm robe as another shaft of sunlight bounced off the lake creating a visual delight as a fleeting azure reflection turned to gold. Every day was different. The chill of the wind was evident even within her robe yet sweet Yas just knelt there, near naked, beside her. Her servant was now covered in gooseflesh and gently rocking on her knees. The girl was in obvious discomfort but kept her almond eyes on her Lady.

 

"Well then", thought Patricia, "so it shall be," and spoke to her girl.  

"Darling, didn't you bring some pastries?"

 

"Yes Miss."

 

"Well, let's have a taste tnen."

 

Her Lady made no move so Yas picked up a cherry danish and held it so Patricia could take a bite.

 

"Mmm. that's good but I want more fruit", said the comfortable woman.

 

Yas selected another pastry and peeled away to the fruity center that she presented to Patricias' mouth. She watched her Mistress swirl her agile tongue through the jelly then lick her lips. The result left a sensual gloss that made her want to suck those lips as well as those beneath her Ladys' satin robe but she had planned this moment and, though she felt the cold going to her very core , she was determined to prove her point. She scrunched her heels beneath her and resumed her kneeling position awaiting her Ladys' pleasure.

 

Patricia had not swallowed the jelllied fruit and kept as much on her lips as possible. She wasn't yet sure if Yas was sincere or simply trying her. Why would the girl put herself through such a trial when the saucy tart must know by now that she would be welcomed beneath her Ladys' warm robe; especially the bottom half.

A warm tongue between her legs would certainly be well received at this moment.

In her cozy robe she felt she could play this out longer than the sparsly clad girl could endure the morning air.

 

"My lips are sticky Yas. I would feel so much better if someone would lick them clean for me" , she teased.

"How about a kiss sweet girl?"

 

Yas edged forward on her knees and kissed Patricia all about her mouth then licked the pouty lips of her Mistress. She felt a hand behind her head that pulled her close and the mouth she had been worshipping engulfed her own. A sleek tongue entered her mouth and was quickly followed by a large amount of cherry jelly and Lady spit that made her gasp and swallow hard.

 

"There, said Patricia, a sweet treat for my naughty slave girl."

With that comment hanging she finished her coffee while Yas began to hug herself against the cold.

"Yas, honey, that was a lovely kiss, I think I would like a cigarette now. Light it for me, wont you,?"  "I find it a bit chilly outside my robe."

 

Yas had never smoked before but with cold yet nimble fingers she brought forth a long slim cigarette and held it to her lips. She flicked the lighter and sucked gently until it was ready to present to Patricia. Long fingers flitted from beneath the robe and took if from her. Yas had heard herself referred to as 'slave girl' but felt no offense.

She truely loved her benefactor and Mistress and, if she was a slave, she was happy to be so for such a special woman. The object of her desire silently smoked for a moment and then invited her to lie beside her. She entered the open robe and snuggled against the full breasts where she nearly fell asleep as her shivers were quelled by the warmth of her Ladys' voluptuous body.

 

Patricia finished her cigarette and tweaked her girls' taut nipples until she heard a

soft squeak that let her know the girl was awake.

 

"Yas, honey, what were you thinking? You were as cold as ice as you lay beside me. Why would you come out here dressed as you were?"

 

"I just wanted to look good for you Miss," said Yas. "I didn't mean to be naughty."

 

Patricia considered her words and realized what was needed. "I'm not so sure, she said, you have been quite cheeky of late and near frozen lovers do not please me." " How long since I've spanked you?"

 

Yas just clung more tightly. Her legs engulfed her Ladys' thigh and began a gentle humping motion of her pussy along its sensual length. She kissed all along the top of the silky peignoir that held the full ripe breasts of her Mistress. Her efforts were rewarded as a very firm nipple was thrust into her mouth. She sighed slightly then brought her tongue into play. She soon brought the nipple to fullness as her own panties qrew moist in her sexy efforts to relieve her tension upon Patricias' silky smooth leg. She felt long elegant nails on her bottom that dug in deeply and then a slim finger was coyly demanding entrance into her bottom. Her Lady had never touched her like this and it felt so good she mewed like a kitten as she felt herself relax and continued her oral worship of the warm firm breasts. Her mouth was filled with lovely Lady breast and her anus now greedily clenched at the intrusive finger.

She could feel her thighs begin to quiver and her panties flood with release. The sharp nailed finger was quite insistant and once it had impaled her completely she was lost. The combination of thrills available beneath her Ladys' robe brought her to the sweetest climax had ever known.

 

The sun had fully risen and the last shades of gold upon the lake gave way to the silver hue that would remain until sunset. Patricia stroked the hair of the exhausted girl that lay beside her and dreamed of the many sunsets to come. She would teach her lovely slavegirl how to serve her in comfort for the both of them. It would take some time but, other than shopping and dining, she could think of no better use or her time. She awakened her slumbering nymph with kisses and ordered her upstairs to bathe, dress, and await a much deserved spanking. Yas seemed eager to agree that she had indeed been naughty and had earned some discipline.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

                                                      A Ladys Pleasures

                                                                 Part  2

 

Yas scampered from the balcony as fast as her heels would allow. She felt renewed as she clipped her way up the stairs. She had certainly made Miss Patricia notice her this morning and that had been her goal. Her Lady had been so busy of late that she was beginning to feel like forgotten chattle.

At first they had spent hours together but lately she had only been treated to the silky texture and rich taste of Miss Patricias pussy cream at bedtime to help the busy woman relax and drift into sleep. She ran a warm bath, added the scented oils, shed her sparse outfit and settled in. She was expecting, or rather anticipating, a spanking. Lying across the strong firm thighs of her Mistress excited her. She expected her pussy would moisten as the hard oak back of the hairbrush began to turn her tan cheeks into a delightful pink and that her bottom would be caressed and oiled while Miss Patricia calmly explained that her punisment would only help her to be a better girl. She finished her bath and selected a lilac douche to make sure her pussy would be fresh  Oh, what should she wear? She decided that a white thong and lacy camisole would be perfect with her new white pumps.

 

The morning sun had risen enough that Patricia no longer felt the need of her robe and flung it over her shoulder as she entered the house. She stopped in the kitchen and had another coffee and cigarette as she watched the morning news. She had to admit that she had been neglectful of Yas. In a short time she had become accustomed the girls devout attentions. It was now clear to her that Yas desired and deserved more attention and a firmer hand to insure that their relationship remained strong. Her time and efforts had been so taxed in an effort to resructure her departed husbands business interests that she had simply used the girl as a means of relieving her stress. She did love spanking that pert bottom and always kept Yas in skimpy lingerie for the visual delight it gave her. Her adoring pet fawned over her at every chance and had kept the place spotless in the weeks that she had been busy and had not been out of the house in just as long. She considered that a sexy evening at her private club might be just the thing to set things right.

 

Her satin covered bottom wiggled against the smooth leather of her seat as she rose to ascend the stairs to her bedroom. There had been something on her mind of late and this felt like the perfect to try it out. She entered her well appointed budoire to find Yas drapped across her bed. The girls full cheeks were waiting for her with only a scant swatch of panty separating those devine globes. She went to her closet and selected a thin belt. She used it like a whip and with a few sharp strokes soon had Yas' tan moons quivering and colorful just as she liked them.

 

Yas sobbed into the bedspread and  relished the harsh attention she had evoked from her mistress. The sublime Miss Patricia was giving her a painful whipping but she knew that once it was over she would be invited for further acts of contrition between the firm silky thighs of woman she adored. The stinging lashes stopped and she was ordered onto her back which hurt her bottom but gave her a full view of her mistress still standing over her with belt in hand. Miss Patricia had shed all her clothes except for a half cup bra and high heels. Yas was still digesting the notion that she was a slave but could now only moan in submissive delight. She felt very lucky to be the slave of such a goddess.

 

The sexy vision bent over her and kissed her fully on the mouth and slid between her laquered lips  with a voracious tongue. The elegant woman smiled at her and then turned to display her own voluptuous ass, backed up slowly and straddled her chest.

The full thighs tickled her nipples and made them hard. She heard a gentle buzz in the air and then her face was engulfed by the opulent asscheeks of Miss Patricia,

She was simply smothered for a moment until the pressure eased and she saw the manicured nails of her beloved lady part the ivory orbs above her and reveal the tight pink center within.

 

"Lick me there, Yas, as deep as you can go."

 

Yas llicked and thrust her tongue into the rosey pucker for a long time. She caressed her ladys thighs and sought to touch her pussy only to find it was already occupied. She then realized that the pervasive hum was the sound of the vibe Miss Patricia was using on her clit. Somehow, this only spurred her to greater efforts to demonstrate that she was much more useful than any mere toy. Regardless of the cause she eventually felt the warm flow of pussy cream dripping on her breasts and it felt so good. The elegant woman began to ride her face very hard and she felt her titties grow wetter. Miss Patricia was cumming so hard that she had peed.

 

She awoke feeling sticky all over with her face resting on the hard abs of her dominant lover. Shyly, she kissed around the belly button only to feel a pull on her hair and the languid voice of her satisfied lady.

 

"Not now, baby, get as much sleep as you can. I plan to keep you out late tonight."

  

 

                       

 

                                                      A Ladys Pleasures

                                                                   Pt 3

 

Winter was near and the setting sun had left a final deep crimson kiss upon the lake early in the evening.  A reflection of the rising moon danced upon the softly swaying water. It was a unique moment of unearthly artistry that would never occur again in exactly the same way but its fleeting beauty went unnoticed.

 

Within the grand mansion from where it could be best appreciated two women were just beginning to emerge from the shroud of sleep and cuddle together beneath the satin sheets,.The dark haired girl cupped the cheeks of her ladys' bottom and urged her closer. The tall blonde woman draped a leg across the torso of the girl snuggled against her and spoke softly into her ear.

 

"Thanks baby, you were perfect this morning. You were deliciously naughty and after your spanking you pleased me in a very special way. I shall never forget the sweet orgasm I had while sitting on your face. I hope it was not so rough for you that we might not do it again."

 

Yas listened and enjoyed the warm breath that caressed her ear even as her tongue began to work its way beneath the flimsy bodice of Patricias' nighty. She began to lick at the perky nipple then suck at the whole of the ample tit and draw it deeply within her mouth.  She sucked very hard upon her ladys' breast to bring the nipple to fullness and then suddenly released it. Her sharp little teeth nipped at the rigid nub as her hand slid beneath the light covers to find that a viscous moisture was now wetting Patricias' panties. She was delighted to know that she had such an effect on her mature mistress and gently massaged the silken fabric. Her mistress sighed and she felt the panty dampen further. It was at this moment that she spoke her mind.

 

"I rather liked it Miss. I have always loved your ass, but was too shy to ask if I could pleasure you that way.  It felt so naughty yet thrilling as your lovely bottom sat on me, on my face and mouth, but... , when I tried to touch your pussy, I felt I had been replaced."

 

Patricia gave up the pleasure of Yas' hand upon her moist silky crotch and with a quick shift of her position was soon sitting astride her young lover. She gave a firm smack to the girls face and pinned her arms above her head.

 

"Are you serious? You were jealous of my vibe? A simple pleasure toy that countless women use on a daily basis?"

"That toy was not my lover, Yas!" 

"You were my lover and must understand that there is a vast difference between a toy and a treasure."

"You, my darling, are a treasure but I cannot tolerate jealousy of any sort."

"Oh, I should spank you so hard right now but we're going out tonight. I want you to meet my friends."

 

Yas did not mind the smack to her face but was most concerned that Miss Patricia had found fault with her attitude. She had only wanted to provide more pleasure to her lady but had to confess that she did become jealous as she was reminded so abruptly that she was not the only source of pleasure for her mistress. With just a little pout she nodded and promised to be never be jealous again.

 

Patricia left the bed and beckoned her girl to follow as she entered the bathroom.

She had Yas prepare her bath as she seated herself upon the the padded ring of her porceline throne and relieved herself. Her girl knelt by her side while the tub filled and then cleansed her with perfumed tissues. It always aroused her when the girl attended at her toilet. Such intimacy and devotion truly made her feel like a queen as her most private parts were gently swabbed by Yas' loving hands.

Feeling quite regal, Patricia settled into the large tub and waited for her sexy servant to bathe her.

 

The sweet girl bit her lower lip and her eyes danced with anticipation. She bounced away to the cupboard, returning with a sponge mitten and proudly announced that it had been bought with her own sparse allownance for just such an opportunity.

 

Patrica rewarded her girl with a wide smile of appreciation and, as the soapy mitten caressed her body, she could not help but entertain some erotic thoughts of the evening to come and give way to a rather wicked grin. She loved the mitten and allowed Yas to soap and clean her every mound and crevice. She even went to her knees and let her sleek bottom rise above the bubbles. With a coy glance over her shoulder Patricia noted that Yas was wideeyed and llicking her lips as she ran the soapy mitten over and between her devine globes. She was pleased that she could tease, frustrate and arouse her girl so well and felt confident that Yas would do anythng to please her. She surrendered to the luxurious feel of the soapy massage and resolved that the mitten was a definate keeper.

 

After her delightful bath, Patricia let Yas dry her and instructed her devoted girl to bathe in the used water and then join her in the bedroom.

 

Yas wallowed in the fragrant water feeling quite giddy that she had been called a treasure and deemed worthy to be introduced to her ladies* friends. Oh, how sophisticated they must be to be called friends by her mistress. She imagined herself in an elegant gown standing proudly beside Miss Patricia as she was introduced to polite society. She exited the bathroom to find that her mistress had slipped into a lacy white bra and panty and was seated at her vanity as she deftly curled her lashes.

 

'Yas, honey, tonight is very special to me and I want you to make me proud. Can you do that for me? I've selected an outfit for you. Please put it on and then you can help me dress.'

 

There, upon the bed, was a short skirt and halter top of bright red latex. Upon the nightstand was a pair of six inch red platform heels along with golden jewelry of large hoop earrings and a one inch wide choker. There were no panties nor bra. Yas understood that there would be no gown for her and there would be no pretense of meeting her ladys' friends as an equal. She would be presented as Patricias' submissive girl-toy. She certainly did not feel like a treasure.

 

In contrast, Patricia had chosen a tight skirt and bolero jacket of soft kid leather, a white silk blouse, black five inch pumps and dark stockings.

 

Yas helped her into her blouse then knelt to fit the stockings and shoes on her beautiful mistress. She had to tug hard to get the tight skirt over her ladys full bottom and thought it was her secret pleasure to view the suggestive movements of Patricias hips as she helped her wriggle into it. Alas, once the zip was done her mistress turned to her with a beaming smile and she had been caught.

 

"Oh, baby, your face is so red! In your outfit you look like a ripe little cherry just ready to pop.Did you see something you like? Well, you'll get plenty of that later but we must go." She then kissed the girl hard invading her mouth and tweaking her nipples within the tight latex top. She and Yas applied new lipstick and Patrica selected a diamond necklace and bracelet to complete her look of dominant elegance, Slipping into her sleek jacket she tossed her hair and posed with hands on hips before her ardent pet. 

 

The a/c came on and Yas could feel the cool air rush beneath her skirt but even that did nothing to quell the lust she felt for Miss Patricia. Her lady looked exquisite and was her fantasy image of what a confident dominant mistress should look like.  Patricia gripped her shoulders and turned her around to face the full mirrior. The image of the two of them was a revelation and Yas no longer felt any remorse at being dressed like a tart. She had to admit that she did look good and made a perfect accessory for the elegant lady next to her.

 

"See, my little treasure, said Patricia, this is how it should be. We're beautiful together."

 

Yas was then led downstairs and into the biggest car she had ever seen.

When the limo came to a stop the women exited with Yas walking hand in hand beside Patricia as they were ushered into 'Club Hippolyta'. This was another of the discrete and exclusive clubs of which Patricia was a member.

 

The nondescript exterior gave way to an opulent dining area with walls of teak and mahogany. Yas did not know if there were windows behind them but white drapes hung every few paces while soft overhead light and strategically placed lanterns gave the place an aura of seductive relaxation. Each table was within an alcove with sliding doors to insure ultimate privacy whenever needed. Once seated Patricia used the intercom to order champaign and immediatly had to admonish her girl.

 

"Yas, don't cross your legs darling. In fact, I would prefer if you kept your knees welll apart." *Tonight you will meet my dear friend Debra and her neice Crystal." "Crystal is just back Paris where she is studying dance, She is about your age and I'm sure you will become very close. Be very sweet to both of them, Yas. If you please them you will please me as well. Understood?"

 

Shortly after the champaign arrived the doors swung wide again and Yas had to gasp at the contrast of the two striking women that entered. Debra was about the age of her mistress and clad in a tight red dress with a low cut bodice that presented her full breasts as though they might be launched at any moment. The stunning woman was dripping with diamond jewelry, wore a jaunty wide brimed fedora and held a long cigarette holder in her left hand. Her companion was a slim young woman with straight black hair and moved like a cat on her high silver heels.

Her dress was of the same color and had a metallic sheen. It was slit along the left side all the way to her hip and allowed the full length of her sleek leg to appear with her every step.

 

Patricia arose and greeted both women with hugs and kisses.

Yas also stood but was ignored until Patricia finally introduced her.

"Ladies, I'm so glad you could be here. This is my girl, Yas, I think you'll like her."

 

Yas extended her hand but it, too, was ignored as Debra and Crystal took seats on either side of her. More champaign was ordered and Debra fitted a cigarette into her ebony holder. Yas was left out of the conversation as the others discussed past adventures and Crystals' academics. Finally, Debra looked into her eyes but spoke only to Patricia. "She's lovely, Pat, and I'd bet deliciously naughty as well. Where ever did you find her?"

 

"Yas was my pedicurist and although she still fulfills that function her duties have expanded greatly', reponded Patricia.

 

"Oh, that's so perfect ,said Crystal, my toes could SO use some loving care.'

"Would you pamper my feet for meYas?" She turned in her seat and, with a bold strategic move, raised one silver heel to rest on the arm of Yas' chair.

 

Sitting there in her tight latex garb Yas allowed her eyes to start with Crystals' silver heels and then slowly take in the full beauty of those seemingly endless legs. She felt her breathing became faster as she noted that Crystal, too, was sans panties.

Perhaps she had stared too long at Crystals' hairless mons for she was suddenly aware of giggles from her companions.

 

"Oh my, said Crystal, it seems I have an admirer. It's such a pity she can't speak."

"Please just answer, Yas, unless you don't  WANT to pamper my feet."

 "I was hoping you would notice my toes but perhaps you would rarther pamper something other than my feet."

 

Again there was feminine laughter while Yas tried to gather her thoughts and felt heself blush. The unexpected view of Crystals pussy had both surprised and entranced her. The thin cleft and vibrant pink labia looked so exotic and the young womans casual display of her sex somehow made her appear all the more worldly and attractive.

 

Yas finally turned her eyes to Crystals' toes and noted that they were actually near perfect but now felt obliged and even eager to offer her services.

"Sure, Crystal , whatever you want", she said, I'd LOVE to pamper your feet."

 

Patricia smiled and turned to Debra. "See? I told you she was a special girl."

 

More champaign arrived and this time Patricia ordered that the doors be left open thus giving everyone a view of the bar and alcoves across the room. Debra began to drink with gusto and quickly finished three glasses of the expensive bubbly. Yas saw her check her watch and right after that a man entered and went to the bar. He appeared young, had sandy hair and wore a long leather coat. Debra gave Patricia a wink and announced, "Excuse me, girls, I think I need a potty break."

 

As Debra left the room Yas felt Crystals hand touch her thigh and inch slowly toward her pussy. As instructed, Yas kept her knees apart and looked at Crystal. The pretty young woman beside her was smiling broadly and leaned to whisper in her ear. "Mmm, I like that you're wet Yas. What turned you on the most my legs or my pussy?" "No, tell me later, just watch Debra. She is so cool. I've learned a lot from her."

 

Debra approached the bar and struck up a conversation with the young man.

He then handed her an envelope. Apparently satisfied with its contents, Debra gave a nod. Then and there the man unzipped and exposed himself. His penis was not overly large but stood out very straight. Debra took his prick in hand and, using it   like a leash, led the young man toward the Ladies Room.

 

"She's incorrigible, said Patricia, but if all goes well Debra and I will be basking in the Bahamas within the week." "My main concern, Yas, is that you are well cared for while I am away."

"I have asked Crystal to housesit for me and see to your needs."

"From what I have seen I am sure you will have no objections."

 

"It will be fun, added Crystal, there's so much we can share, like my new lipstick."

She retrieved a tube from her purse and made a great show of glossing her lips.

"It's by Clarin and I think it will suit you well. It not only puffs out your lips but smells nice too. Would you like to try it?"

 

Yas was so confused. Her mistress was going away and leaving her in the care of a giirl near her own age? It all seemed so strange but she had promised to make Patricia proud of her and took the gesture at its face value.

 

"Thank you Crystal. You are sweet to offer. I've heard that it's among the best."

She reached for the slim tube but Crystal snatched it away.

 

"Oops, I almost forgot. I like to use it here too," said Crystal as she parted her legs.

She then placed the slender tip of the lipstick on her labia and began to gently color her pussy.

"I know you were looking before,Yas, but see how this makes my pussy lips more full and kissable? On special occasions, I even add a little fragrance and color to my clit." The pretty girl then slid the slender tube along the center of her sex and handed it to Yas.

 

The tip was now very wet. Yas brought it to her lips and paused. Yes, it did smell good. While there was an undelying fruitiness there was no doubt that the main attraction was the keen aroma of Crystals' pussy. She stole a glance at Patricia who was casually sipping at her drink and clearly pleased at what she was seeing.

She felt a sudden calm come over her and then made her own sexy show of

applying lipstick. She guided the moist tip all around her lips. It tasted so good that she licked her lips and looked first at Crystal and then to Patricia who reached out and held her hand.

 

"It's ok baby. Remember our talk about jealousy? It goes both ways. Just do what you want and you will make your mistress very proud of you."

"Just go with your feelings, honey, I wont be gone so long and we still have a few days before I leave."

 

Yas felt Crystal grip her other hand and turned to face the lithe beauty and hear her soft voice. "Cherie, don't be shy. I have known girls like you before. My pussy cream was highly sought after in Paris but Patricia says you are the best. I would love to see what a real connoiseur could bring forth.*

"I want you to taste me," said Crystal.

 

Yas could not deny her fascination with this brash young woman and her thin lipped pussy. Was she a virgin or would the proper attention bring the tight bud into full flower? Somehow, she just had to know. She turned again to her mistress who then released her hand with a knowing smile.

 

Yas understood and with a nod from Patricia she surrendered to her desire and went to her knees between Crystals' parted thighs. She spent some time kissing and caressing the taut young legs of her new lover, She lingered at the smooth thighs above the stocking tops before advancing to her goal. With the first tentative flick of her tongue Yas had learned something new. While Miss Patricia was like a luxurious Mercedes; comfortable, equipted with cruise control and ready for a long smooth ride. Crystal was more like a turbo charged Cobra dying to get off the line and head for the finish. Yas reverted to giving soft little kisses to those thin pink lips before deciding it was time for a little 'french' of her own. She inserted her tongue  and with uncanny slowness began to press toward the moist interior of Crystals' pussy. Suddenly her face was being held by quivering thighs and felt a thin trickle flow across her tongue with a taste that was both sweet and tart. From above she heared Crystal speak,"Oooo, this feels nice. Does she do derrieres as well.?"

 

Yas heard no response and there was barely a pause before she was urged in for another session.The slim flower had begun to bloom. Crystals labia had grown fuller and the lips had opened to reveal a firm little clit only partialy coaxed from its hood. Yas sighed in admiration and began to apply deeper thrusts while avoiding direct contact with Crystals' piece de resistance.   

 

Above the table Patricia had moved closer to comfort her young friend and kissed her as Yas did her magic down below  Between kisses Crystal was heard to moan, "Oh god, she's so good. Oh Patricia, how do you stand it? I'm creaming her, Oh, my Gawd! Oh, Yesss, right in her mouth!*

 

Crystal was not a gusher but delivered a slow steady stream of flavors that Yas now savored in earnest. There were hints of citrus, cinnamon and exotic tastes that she could only guess at. As she lapped at the sweet fountain that fed her she began to believe that she really was a connoiseur.

 

The love continued but it took a third effort for Yas to finally reach Crystals' shy pearl. After a few gentle licks and sucks of the hard little button she felt the full power of the dancers thighs grip her while those long legs pulled her in for the finale. She was squeezed so tight that she swallowed the last few drops that caressed her tongue with some difficulty and could hear nothing of the naughty words and shrill cries that Crystal emitted as she claimed her final climax.

 

Within twenty minutes Crystal had been brought to three of the best orgasms she had ever had in her privileged young life and fell back into her chair feeling totally sated. Yas was beckoned from beneath the table and Patricia handed her a napkin.

"Wipe baby, your face is a mess and I wouldn't recommend any more of Crystals' special lipstick this evening."

 

Crystal recovered from her reverie and her first act was to hug Yas close.

"Thank you,Yas, that was fantastic. I can be such a bitch sometimes. I should have said it before but I love your outfit and you really look great." Ooh, we're going to have so much fun together,"

 

Debra appeared at the entrance waving two airline tickets and lay them before Patricia. "Two tickets on a private jet to St. Croix and a five star hotel awaits us. You can thank me later and I wont be so silly as to ask if I missed anything of interest while I was gone."

Debras' flamboyant attitude caused everyone to smile and the room soon rang with laughter as she told her tale.

 

Yas laughed most of all as she exchanged kisses with her mistress and her two new friends and didn't mind at all when she felt Crystal pinch her bottom as they left 

the cllub.