Anne Working Overtime Ch. 10

But she kept playing her part... gently, tenderly... veeery slowly. All in order to sustain an erotically charged mood; a mood emphasizing the relaxed attention of a truly romantic approach. At least as romantic an approach as possibly could be!

When she came as far as to the edge of the skirt, she proceeded to brush it gently upwards to allow her lips to follow their path further up along the naked skin. She really couldn't stop her own quite inconceivable trembling any more. Still they both played along though, with the lady sitting as calm and dignified as she possibly could, gently stroking Anne's hair and neck with her free hand. All until the skirt would come no higher just by the light push.

Some cooperation was called for.

But not until the upper part of both thighs had had their full share of wet kisses and tongue flicks. Until there was no way that the two of them could stand it any longer. Then, finally, Bridget lifted her butt from the couch for a moment, allowing Anne to slide the skirt all the way up to her waist in one well- trained rustle. When she bumped down with a soft sigh, she picking up her glass again, and took a sip with a shaky hand. As she put it down and relaxed a little bit, the thighs finally parted enough to allow Anne's glowing face all the way; all the exciting way up the wonderful path, where she was greeted warmly by that intoxicating odour of arousal.

Anne justcouldn't wait any longer; she buried her face in the moist crack of the soaking pussy. She remembered to be gentle though, at least after a few seconds. Controlling her ferocity by quickly establishing a very slow rhythm of tongue strokes just in and out the length of the love channel, using all those special skills she had developed so amazingly during the training program. She couldn't quite stop her trembling though, and she knew she would need some time between these wonderful legs to calm down enough to completely relax and enjoy the task at hand.

Bridget had let out a little squeal of surprise and joy at the sudden attack from her young lover, almost spilling some of her wine as it happened. She soon regained control, though, and found herself a perfect position to enjoy the next hour with maximum comfort. The foreplay had been an intense and extremely horny experience to her. She just wished that the final mouth to pussy contact had been even a little more gentle and loving. But now the wonderful mouth heat spread throughout her body, and nothing in this wild world could stop her from sinking back and just drown in the feeling of consummate pleasure. Jean asked her if she felt okay, and she could do nothing but nod meekly and take another careful sip from her glass as she relaxed and looked down at the bobbing head in front of her with dizzy eyes.

Even though the room had an ideal temperature for sessions like this, Bridget felt the wet spots under and around Anne's skilfully working lips and tongue eventually get a little cold. She subsequently let herself slide a bit further down, pulling down and unzipping her skirt in the side half way down. Then she took its freed folds and spread it over Anne's head to cover herself a little better. That allowed her to spread her legs a bit wider again, opening herself further and allowing that wonderful tongue to dive in even deeper. Then her breath caught in her throat as she experienced one of Anne's famous full penetration tongue thrusts, filling her up almost completely for a long, breathless moment, making her dwell in the intense sexuality of the extreme sensation. Then the lazy in- and out sliding picked up, kind of stuffing her belly obscenely wonderfully for each inward push.

Bridget started moaning, and grabbed Jeans hand in hers again. She felt this was going too fast, and she didn't want to blow off almost before they got started. That was exactly what was going to happen if this continued for just a few more minutes! No woman could stand an intensity like this.... It was just impossible!

Jean immediately got the signals, and decided it was time to intervene. If things finished too soon this would be nothing but simply another wet lecture from the institute, just in a different setting. As the lady's hips started living their own life, she quickly uncovered Anne's head and put her fingers at her forehead as she gently whispered her name. Like so many times before, she almost had to laugh when she saw the intense concentration in the girl's eyes, and the way her face was up to her ears in soaking pussy. Finally she managed to get her attention and have her stop the rhythmic tongue work at the very moment the hips in front of her started bucking and the belly muscles tightening unmistakably.

Anne already knew very well never to stop her tongue work completely when interrupted. That would be right out painful for her lady. Instead she immediately tried to ease it somewhat, and let it slide flat and wet around the entrance to the pink channel, in safe distance from the protruding clit. Jean nodded and smiled gingerly at her with convivial approval shining in her glowing eyes.

The lady came down just slowly, almost reluctantly, hardly able to grab her glass for another sip of her wine. Jean returned out of nowhere with a soft towel for Anne. The girl carefully dried and tended the woman's soaked pussy, at the same time using the tip of her tongue to tease the pink cleft and the groove at both sides of the clit. Bridget was still half lying on the couch, with one leg on the floor, and the other spread over Jean's lap. Her eyes were shut; her mouth half open, hear breathing deep and regular, and small jerks surged through her body as she experienced intense minishocks of tension and pleasure.

Finally she opened her eyes and looked over at Jean. "Phhieeeww, this darling of yours is really something!" she breathed, patting her forehead lightly with another towel Jean had retrieved. "I thought I'd got used to real quality service by now, but this is better than anything I've ever had so far." She looked down at Anne, meeting her smiling eyes and revelling in the extraordinary erotic sight of the girl's head resting lightly against her upper right thigh as the wonderful tongue played lazy games between her soaked love lips. The initial tongue ride had been much too intense to stand for any longer period of time, but now she actually started to feel a little empty and cold again. Anne often used this very gentle technique in class when her instructor was recovering from orgasm, in order to prepare her for the next lecture. To Bridget this titillation was just a little bit too light to keep up the stimulation she needed to go on. She put her glass back down, and slowly let her hands wander down her body to the young girl's hair. As she lovingly stroked the fair locks, she very gently guided the head into a better position, where Anne's tongue could play a little firmer against her urethra and the grooves around her clit.

As always, Anne immediately found the perfect level of intensity, using the tip of her fantastic tongue to eventually tease the shaft and hood of the pulsing nodule, sometimes getting dangerously close, but never actually hitting the trigger spot itself. Then she flattened her tongue and lazily massaged the area from the vaginal entrance and up to right under the critical zone until it was thoroughly soaked, then went back to push the whole length into the warm depths of the love channel. Then up again.

Within a few minutes Bridget was again breathing heavily under this lazy treatment, fondling her tits through the thin fabric of her white, tailored shirt, excitedly looking down to follow Anne's every move between her legs. The feelings again started glowing, and her pleasure- voracious body instinctively aimed for a new race towards ecstasy. This strumpet really made it completely impossible just to lie back and enjoy her services over a longer period of time. Her body seemed to develop a will of its own under this extraordinary skilled treatment.

Although she and Jean had agreed to make this a really slow and sensuous session, she decided that she simply couldn't resist taking it over to her favourite position for her first orgasm. Jean would just have to understand. And afterwards, with her nerves a little calmer, she would be able to enjoy a more controlled love- session, according to Jean's expectations.

"Anne, please," she sighed, grabbing her white towel again. Anne, as usual deeply concentrated on her work, looked up in surprise as she felt the lady's hand on her forehead, gently pushing her away. "Anne, listen; let's get over to the other chair.... Hurry!" As Anne's mouth was released from the gaping pussy lips once again, Bridget hurriedly pressed the towel to her crotch as she struggled to her feet, holding Anne's neck in a firm grip. Knowing the woman's kinks, Jean immediately knew what she was up to. Although it was not what they had agreed about, she felt in no position to protest. She probably should have known that it necessarily would take a second run for Bridget to get the strength and self control required to keep her part of the deal.

Grabbing Anne's hand, Bridget led her over to the black leather recliner - all the time holding the towel against her leaking pussy. Like the corner couch, the recliner had broad, soft armrests. It had been strategically placed at the opposite side of the huge rug covering the floor of the entire corner section. Bridget put the towel down on one of the armrests, raised her skirt, turned around and let herself fall backwards with another deep sigh. As she motioned for Anne to find her place on the rug in front of her, she lifted her legs high and let them slip out to wide against each armrest, lewdly exposing all of her intimate self to Anne's hot eyes. Before she could move to urge Anne to continue her work, the girl was back in up to her ears, taking her by surprise the second time during their overheated lovemaking. The fantastic tongue drilled all the way up her belly, making her thighs tense and her breath hitch - again. The girl only managed to make a few of her murderous full length tongue strokes before Bridget grabbed her head and breathlessly asked her to slow down.

Jean couldn't help but being displeased at what she saw, and felt that the whole lecture was getting totally out of hand. She had expected Anne to be able to control her feelings better than this too, and remember at least some of the intentions of this session. After all she was not a total novice any more. And it in factwas a session – after all; a part of her training. Nothing more, nothing less. Absolutely no wild, passionate lovemaking frenzy! But now both of them had forgotten completely what they were there for! They were moving more or less automatically by now; two bitches in heat, apparently unable to break their path directly towards a first, thunderous orgasm.

As requested, Anne slowed down a little, but she was so hot and wild for this woman that she had to use all her strength to stop herself from fucking her senseless. Bridget held her head with both hands until she had settled back down to a slow tongue titillation in between her pussy lips. When she felt she had regained some kind of self-control, she let go of the girl's head and started massaging her own nipples. Her knees were almost up to her ears by now, leaving her totally exposed to the girl's active tongue.

Anne felt her blood boiling! She was so incredibly hot for this body that she could scream of joy! She had forgotten everything about Jean. Everything but what she was doing right there and then! Holding the powerful buttocks in her hands, she flattened her tongue and let it slide wetly up and down the full length of the gaping slit, all the way from the rosebud nether hole up to the clit, swirling her tongue a little at both ends in between. Playing out all her registry of skills! Having fleshy pussy lips yielding meekly to the side as she applied tongue pressure up and down, thighs and buttocks trembling and jerking under her palms as the sensitive spots were attacked. Tits rising and falling with the rasping breaths of passion above her. Lustful sighs and gasps ringing in her ears...

She was almost afraid to go too much at her clit, knowing that a premature climax would bring this fantastic experience to an abrupt end far too soon. But then again there was the mind-blasting desire to increase her lady's pleasure as much as humanly possible – at all times! Nothing could match that...Nothing! Still she felt she should relax the intensity somewhat, and she tried to settle down to a kind of an almost rhythmic tonguing of the pink inside of the gaping opening, focusing carefully on the area right under the urethra. In between she washed over the delicious pussy lips and teased the rosebud asshole with a playful tongue tip, then picking up again - patiently, hungrily - feeding on the very source of the lady's pleasure. She tried to adjust her stimulation to an optimal level by carefully following the intensity of vibration and shudders in buttocks and thighs living their own life under her sensitive fingertips.

Bridget was sprawled like a dead octopus all over the deep recliner, her legs spread wide and heavily on each armrest. Her body now bucked gently and lazily to the rhythm of Anne's ministrations, its shudders and small jerks coming and going as the two of them worked their way through what was by now nothing but a wild and uncontrolled love session. The lady's feelings churned in numbing waves throughout her body, making her toes curl in her high heeled shoes and her hands wander all over; from grasping aimlessly over the cushion of the armrests to kneading her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. At one point, when a special flick of the tongue caused a wave of pleasure so intense that she almost passed the edge, she just couldn't help but grabbing that bobbing head and mash the face deep into her pussy.

She managed to regain a kind of control once more, and let that magnificent head go back to doing the work it knew best. She wanted to cum in that mouth so bad she could yell out her passion, but then again she knew a little of the thrill would be gone. She just had to survive a few more minutes!

But that was all she could take too. That hard working tongue broke down her last defences without even touching her clit! It had been focusing on the spot around the urethra, directly at the shaft of the clit; making short sweeps up into the grooves at each side of that critical spot, massaging intensely, then returning to deep, digging licks in the depths of her folds again. She thought she had some kind of control, until she suddenly felt the explosion rush upon her without any kind of prior warning.

She just managed to draw her breath and tighten her fists around some fair locks of hair before it all hit her like a fist in the belly.

She threw her head back, shot her chest up in the air and screamed from the bottom of her heart. The hips started bucking wildly against Anne's mouth as the first spurt of cum juice shot into her mouth with such force she almost lost her breath. She managed to counterattack, however, flicking her tongue in a few powerful strokes directly over the top of the clit, right under the hood, sending the lady into a cramp of ecstasy she had never ever experienced before.

The grip in her hair tightened so brutally that Anne felt like her head would be torn off. And the thighs locking like a clamp around her head prevented any attempts to ease some of the agonizing pain as new squirts of hot pussy juice almost filled her mouth completely. As she swallowed the best she could, Bridget held this cramped position in an endless moment, her body shaking, her head wallowing and some guttural sounds squeezing their way out between tightly clenched teeth.

Anne went for it with all her strength. With pain and passion competing in taking her breath away, she set up a murderous intensity of tongue flicking over the defencelessly exposed clit, interrupted only by occasional thrusts into the depths. Swallowing the juices as they kept squirting into her mouth. Pulling the lady hard against her face with a firm grip with both hands around her waist.

She had provided a lot of orgasms up to this point, but this ecstasy could hardly match anything she had seen so far. She felt the heat boiling in her own crotch, and suddenly realised that she was going to loose control!

Luckily her mistress at that moment yelled out her name and started another long series of wild humping and trashing all over the chair. So, as the pulsing heat in her own body flowed over into a mind- shattering orgasm, she was able to press in her face still deeper, and at least partly suppress a strained groan of total abandonment. She made a fruitless effort to squeeze her legs together and stop her wildly pumping hips, all in an effort to cover it up to Jean.

But then the pussy on her face made a particularly violent upward bounce that hit her nose and blocked her attempts to get som air. At the same time her mouth overfilled with more squirts of cum juice. The liquid threatened to leak out past her lips and spill down her cheeks. She knew just too well how such things would cause an unpleasant slick feeling to Bridget, and this made her loose her concentration a split second. Just enough for her orgasm to totally overwhelm her! She managed to gulp down the mouthfuls somehow, but her hips had a real workout, clearly betraying her body's refusal to obey her. She desperately tried to stop it by pressing her belly down towards the floor, but this almost caused her spine to fracture as the next moment a new set of powerful bounces tilted her head around like a feather in a jet stream.

Sprawling about like an idiot, she finally found a position... crouched together on her knees, pressing her ass down hard on her heels as she continued to take the bucking woman over the final peak and then started to follow her all the way down again.

Bridget lay spread- eagled all over the chair, her belly and tits swaying heavily with her hoarse breathing. Anne felt the crazy, melting sensation drain out of her own body at the same time the woman's hands slowly let go of her hair. She managed to stay in position, lovingly tonguing the lower part of the soaked cleft, desperately trying to catch up with her own breathing. She felt Jean's eyes literarily burn her back, and was positive that she must have understood what happened to her.

Finally Bridget lifted her head and looked over at Jean with a meek smile.

"Pheew, that was something," she moaned, drawing the back of her hand over her forehead.

She immediately noticed the expression on Jean's face and abruptly started working herself up on her elbows. Suddenly she recalled everything about what she had promised: romantic, gentle, soft atmosphere.... with candlelight and wine, with sweet talking, encouragement and controlled, distinguished passion...

She looked down at Anne, meeting her adoring eyes through her furry, but well-trimmed pubic bush... then back at Jean.

Shit!!!

For a moment she almost panicked. Would Jean shut her out?

That would be disastrous! Sure she could buy the services she needed like any other client, but with her financial situation, that would not be very often.

"Uh... I – I'm sorry.... I got a little ... carried away... I did... I should... you - you know...."

She continued to work herself up into a sitting position, while Anne faithfully stayed with her, docily licking the juices still leaking copiously from her pussy.

Jean immediately felt some of her anger fade. It was obvious that her friend had just lost all control under the girl's skilled treatment, plainly, like she had actually done herself... Simply lost control. Just a sex- starved woman giving in to her most primitive passions.