Lillian and Sharon Ch. 03

Sharon, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before her, took the opportunity to reach a hand forward to caress Lillian's breasts.

Lillian caught the girl's hands, lifting one to kiss the center of her palm before trapping them in her lap as she watched the pair. "Cindy, worship position."

Cindy immediately bent forward, face pressed to the ground, back arched, her butt in the air, slit and ass spread and exposed to anyone behind her as her knees moved apart. "Regan, Cindy is a slave. She normally does the tonguing, rather than receives it. Her deepest desire is to serve, to be abused in whatever way her Mistress wishes, or by anyone her Mistress wishes, her body used as nothing more than something to bring him or her pleasure. It's quite a responsibility."

"Gotcha," replied Regan. "Then, I should ask permission. Mind if I play with your toy?" She lightly fondled Cindy's globes, entranced by the pink slit and puckered sphincter above it.

Sharon, meanwhile, didn't try to free her hands, instead choosing to delve deeper, waggling her fingers, brushing Lillian's clit now and again, pushing her hand a bit further down to slip two fingers into Lillian.

"Play with her, certainly. She's yours to abuse as you wish, while you're here. On the other hand, if you want something more... permanent... well, lets see how you feel later, shall we?" Her hips jumped under Sharon's fingers, and she glanced at the girl with mixed amusement and reproach. Cindy, in contrast, just quivered slightly under Regan's hands.

Sharon giggled and sucked her lower lip in mock hurt at the chastising look, continuing to wriggle her fingers, finding Lillian's clit, rubbing it tenderly. She knew how sensitive her own was to touch, and a misdirected fingernail could cause unbearable pain. Lillian's hips jumped again, the older woman blinking as she tried to keep an eye on the other two.

Regan looked at the back of Cindy's head, "Maid, I never was one for the really rough stuff. You like to be abused?"

Cindy's voice was faintly muffled as she lay in her indiscreet position. "I... have enjoyed abuse, Miss. I like control, more than anything else, and the abuse highlights the control." The way she spoke suggested a lot of self-analysis had gone into her understanding; her life was presumably based around her desires.

Regan seized a handful of Cindy's hair, jerking the maid's head back harshly. "Yes or no will do. You're talking to me, not the carpet, maid. Yes or no...?"

The young woman rocked, nearly falling over, her lifted bottom waggling as her head was painfully pulled back. Her gasp had definite erotic undertones. "Y... yes Miss," she whimpered, eyes tightly shut.

Sharon gently massaged her lover, enthralled in the scene, fingers moving automatically, her own pussy beginning to moisten. She reached her free hand to take Lillian's and place it in her lap, motioning for Lillian to rub her gently, too. Lillian glanced across again, her lips curving in a smile at Sharon's overt action.

Deciding to up the ante, she leaned across to purr into Sharon's ear. "Why don't you get undressed for me?" Sharon simply nodded, captivated by Regan's interaction with Cindy, and slipped off her skirt and top, throwing them on the floor behind the sofa. She laid a leg over Lillian's lap, opening herself up to Lillian's expert touch, still massaging Lillian's crotch slowly.

Regan intoned, "Do you want me to continue to call you, 'Maid,' or should I call you something else?" She shook Cindy's head in time to her words, heedless of the pair on the sofa, enjoying the fact that she was able to control another.

Lillian's finger glided over Sharon's clit and then pushed into her, delving deeply into her wetness and then slowly thrusting in and out. Sharon immediately lost contact with Lillian's clit as she lay back on the sofa, closing her eyes, squeaking as the fingers penetrated her then purring at the thrusting.

Cindy still had her eyes tightly shut, a faint flush on her cheeks as she answered. "Whatever Miss wishes to call me."

"Hmm...." said Regan, releasing the hair. "'Slave' is too blasé, 'Slut' is used too much...I think I'll call you, 'Flower,' because you have rosy cheeks on your face and butt. Would you like that? Want me to call you, "Flower?"

Cindy kept her head at the angle it was held, even after it was released. "If it pleases you, Miss," she responded submissively.

Lillian kept her finger moving rhythmically, not seeking an orgasm just yet, slowly building up the pleasure as she watched the exchange.

"What did I tell you, Flower?" Regan, getting into her role, landed a stinging slap across Cindy's bare butt. "Yes or no!" Another hard smack on the other cheek.

Cindy 'eeped' at each smack, and was barely able to stifle a moan after the second one. She quickly nodded, working at keeping herself still. "Yes, Miss," she answered as soon as she could find the words.

Regan, thoroughly enjoying her dominance, bent to bite Cindy on the ass, leaving her teeth marks. "Was, 'Miss,' one of the options I gave you?" She roughly shoved three fingers into Cindy's moist tunnel, using her other hand to find Cindy's clit, and pinch it between thumb and forefinger. "I guess Lillian hasn't trained you right, after all." Regan flipped her gorgeous blond hair, focusing her smoldering blue eyes on Lillian. Again, Lillian felt a tingling where Sharon's hand had been moments ago.

Sharon squirmed and moved closer to Lillian's hand, inching her butt into Lillian's lap.

Cindy jumped, gasping at the bite, and then yelping loudly at the sudden rough penetration. Lillian smiled back at Regan's look, tilting her head, her words directed towards Cindy. "Are you disgracing me, Flower? We shall have to discuss this later." Her own fingers moved to pinch Sharon's clit.

Sharon's hips jumped as she moaned at the touch. She sat up, wrapping her arms around Lillian's neck, kissing her passionately, moaning into her mouth. She reached a hand to lift Lillian's top, exposing those beautiful breasts, lowering her head to suckle as a babe. Sucking greedily, eager for Lillian to make her come as she pumped her hips to meet that magic touch.

Regan, pumping her hand, withdrew her index finger to lay it across Cindy's puckered opening, allowing it to slide as she pumped. "You haven't answered me, Flower. Isn't it polite to respond to a direct question?" She smacked Cindy's butt again, reddening it further.

Cindy whimpered again, hips now moving unconsciously in time to Regan's fingers, hips jumping. "Yes," she managed finally, panting, dripping wet from the attentions. Lillian bit her lip as Sharon's mouth settled on her sensitive nipple, her fingers moving faster against the girl's slit.

"There," Regan said conversationally, pumping her hand a bit faster, "Was that so hard? I think that deserves a little reward. Why don't you turn yourself around and undress me? But, my hand has to remain inside you. All right?"

Sharon moaned again, sucking harder on "her" nipple, moving her hips faster in time with Lillian's hand. She slid her hand upwards, raising Lillian's top over her head and flinging it over to join the clothes behind the sofa.

Cindy, still quivering from the results of Regan's fingering, took a moment to turn around. The way she had to lift her leg was ungainly, spreading herself wide to the world. She was fortunately dexterous enough to manage, assuming Regan didn't deliberately withdraw her hand to punish the girl. She leaned forward to work at Regan's clothes fastenings.

Lillian blushed a little as her large, firm breasts were revealed, her back still arched towards Sharon's mouth. Her fingers moved faster as well, thrusting quite hard in and out of Sharon now, thumb working on her clit as well. Sharon began grunting with pure, animalistic lust at each thrust of Lillian's hand, an occasional uncharacteristic squeal coming from her. She reached a hand to Lillian's back, pulling her closer, crushing that marvelous tit against her mouth, her tongue flicking rapidly over the nipple.

Regan kept up the pumping as the maid turned toward her, smiling as she watched the contortionist in action. "I asked you a question and didn't hear your response, Flower." Her free hand came down with a resounding thwack on Cindy's butt.

Cindy squeaked, jumping again, her ass squirming slightly in response to the delicious sting. "I'm, sorry Miss. Wh-which question?" She trembled, anticipating the punishment for having lost track, carefully unbuttoning Regan's jeans and then hesitantly tugging on them as a sign that she wanted to pull them off.

Regan's hand suddenly stopped, still inside Cindy's slickness, "Awww," she said, mockingly, "My Flower is confused." She spanked Cindy several times very hard, alternating cheeks; absolutely thrilled with the reaction she was getting each time the maid squeaked. "My last question was, 'All right?' wasn't it? You never answered that one. Now, do you want me to finger you some more?"

Regan squirmed her hips, letting Cindy tug her pants down, revealing a pink silk thong, her hair trimmed neatly to accommodate the outline of it. The girl's ass wiggled with each smack. It was very obvious that she was extremely turned on by each one, and her bottom was now very red. "Yes, and yes," she stammered, trying to think, hands trembling as she pulled her jeans down.

"Very good, each response gets a reward." Regan began moving her fingers again, wriggling them inside Cindy as she spoke, "Undress me all the way, Flower. If I lose contact with you, your employer gets this pleasure, not you. Got it?"

Sharon began to quiver in Lillian's lap, the beginnings of her orgasm starting.

Desperately trying to think, Cindy murmured a "Yes," and reached to pull up Regan's top, attempting to tug it over her head, while not interrupting the girl's arm and fingers. It was obviously hard for her to concentrate, the spanking and fingering having quite clouded her thoughts.

Lillian reached to tilt Sharon's face upwards, her mouth covering that of the young beauty's as she worked her into an orgasm with her tireless fingers. Sharon immediately switched her sucking from Lillian's nipple to her tongue, shaking, convulsing and moaning into her mouth, flicking Lillian's tongue with as much enthusiasm as she showed the nipple.

Regan, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, said, "Quite the dilemma, huh? If you make me remove my hand, you get no more of this. If you don't take my shirt off, you fail your orders. Gee...what'll you do? You still have my bra and thong to think about." She slowed her pumping fingers, wanting the maid to BEG her for release.

The maid was well trained; she would never orgasm without permission (at least, as much as she could control it). The dilemma was obviously weighing upon her. Fail the hand-removal order, or the undress order. She finally had to decide that the contact order had less priority, as well as the loss of contact allowing for a brief respite to keep from coming. She lifted herself up and away from the hand, taking the opportunity to attempt to slip the shirt off and away.

Regan pouted and sighed disappointedly. "Awww, Flowerrrrr." She sniffed mockingly. "It was so easy, too. There were two solutions, actually. The first: just rip the shirtsleeve. The other, much easier way, would have been to take my other hand and slide it into your cunt, then pull out the one already inside. Too bad. I really wanted to watch you squirm, too. Here..." She thrust her slick fingers in front of Cindy's face, "...a consolation prize. Thanks for playing."

Regan did a mental double take. She didn't consider herself to be that cruel to another human being. If someone had acted and spoken like that to HER, an ass-kicking would have swiftly followed.

Sharon bucked and squirmed as she sucked Lillian's tongue, clawing her back, once again trying to climb inside her lover. Her juices flowed like water, drenching Lillian's hand and lap, Lillian having a hard time keeping her fingers inside.

Cindy, it seemed, was made of very different stuff. She simply leaned forward, tongue flicking out to obediently lick Regan's fingers, her hips still jumping slightly as her body came down from the erotic high she'd been riding.

Getting over herself, Regan grinned evilly at Cindy, mocking, "My, my, my....Flower... Again, you're being remiss in your duties." She gestured to her bra and thong.

The young maid, looking vaguely flustered, immediately shuffled around on her knees, trying to get behind Regan to unclip her bra.

Lillian was focusing on Sharon's pleasure, her hand still moving vigorously, tongue curling around that of the younger girl. Sharon lost all track. Ecstasy overrode every emotion and sound; she was putty. Breathing heavily as her tongue fought with Lillian's, she continued to come. Her juices were a steady stream. How did this petite little thing have so much in her?

Regan, savoring the puppet before her, grabbed Cindy's hair again, roughly pulling her in front again. "Did I tell you to move from your place in front of me?" She bent to kiss Cindy viciously on the lips, sucking the maid's lower lip into her mouth, biting it hard.

Cindy whimpered into the bite, her hips squirming, but she was careful not to try to pull away, the rough, controlling movement serving only to make her breathing quicken audibly. After a moment to adjust, her hands slipped carefully around Regan, reaching for the hooks on her bra.

"Thaaaaat's what I wanted," Regan purred, her smoky voice becoming silken. She tilted her head, mashing her lips against Cindy's, inserting her tongue into Cindy's mouth. Her hands slipped downwards and beneath the maid's skirt to grab her ass, pulling her close. Cindy's mouth opened obediently, taking in the tongue, her own tracing against it as her soft body melted against Regan. She reached up to slip the girl's bra straps off her shoulders, her uniform rustling under the kiss.

Lillian, breaking the kiss to watch the pair on the floor again, gently caressed Sharon, easing her down from the orgasmic peak. Sharon lay back in Lillian's arms, resting her head against the older woman's chest, half-lidded eyes turning toward the scene on the floor.

Regan's breasts jutted proudly; they seemed to flow away from her in a banana shape, puffy nipples with silver-dollar-sized areolas. She stood up to allow Cindy to pull off her thong, raising her feet alternately while using Cindy's head for support. She was a natural blonde. She spread her legs wide, forming a large triangle. "Flower, move your nose so it just touches my hair." She released Cindy's hair.

The young maid's hands practically trembled from a mixture of nervousness and obvious arousal as she slid down the thong, eyes dipping demurely as she saw the girl exposed completely. Shifting on her knees, she lifted herself and arched her back; her face tilted up as she knelt until Regan's lower hair lightly brushed her nose. She froze as much as she could, holding the position, waiting for more instructions.

Sharon's composure regained, she lightly kissed Lillian then slipped off her lap to kneel between the Goddess's knees, gazing upwards into her eyes; her own shining with pure love.

Regan looked down at the maid, running her hands over her own breasts. "Flower, I want you to eat me while you undress for me. If your mouth breaks contact..." She let the words hang.

Cindy immediately curled out her tongue, delving in to find and flick over Regan's clit, and then further down to press between her lips and seek her entrance. She settled into careful, firm licks, keeping the rhythm going for a moment before reaching up for the fastenings on the uniform. Regan closed her eyes feeling the tongue on her clit. However, she stood as solid a stone, her throat the only thing working as she fought to keep a moan from escaping.

Sharon slid her hands up Lillian's skirt on the outside of her thighs, tugging gently for Lillian to scoot forward to the edge of the sofa. Lillian grinned down at the girl, scooting forward as she was tugged, biting her lip as her skirt slid up to reveal her smooth, hairless slit. Sharon did something she had never done before. She grinned evilly, contorting her face into a semblance of an imaginary demon. The sight sent a shiver up Lillian's spine in anticipation of what the girl had in mind.

Cindy continued to lick, head bobbing as her tongue delved again and again, the fastenings on her uniform clicking loudly as she undid them. The bodice opened first, springing apart to release a rather spectacular pair of breasts, full, rounded, heavy, shapely. She carefully slid the uniform down over her curvy hips, revealing her full, rounded ass completely now. Regan, upon hearing the rustling of the uniform, opened one eye, gazing imperiously down at Cindy. "You're a good contortionist, you know that? As a gift for following my orders, you may do one thing only to me. One thing of your own choosing."

Starting at Lillian's left knee, Sharon kissed lightly, coating the inside of Lillian's thigh with little pecks. She restrained herself from licking any flesh, merely kissing. She worked her way up Lillian's thigh, kissing over the top of Lillian's slit, and back down her right leg to her knee. She moved her shoulders under Lillian's legs and raised up slightly so that Lillian's knees were now resting on her shoulders. Lillian quivered with the tease, letting her head loll onto the couch as she slumped back, legs lifting and spreading to give the girl more access.

Cindy, on the other hand, froze slightly in panic at having to put forward an action. She blinked for a long moment and then, her resolve firming, she wriggled around behind Regan again. Her uniform was left behind, leaving the maid clad in nothing but thigh-high stockings and high heels. Leaning forward, she pressed her face against Regan's bottom, tongue delving through to caress and worship the girl's rear opening.

Regan's eyes flew open and she started. No one had EVER licked her asshole before! She inhaled, shivering uncontrollably as Cindy's tongue worked. Her stony resolve was lost. She bent forward, reaching her hands to her cheeks to spread them apart.

Sharon switched to sucking for a moment at each spot her lips touched along Lillian's thighs. She moved her head closer and closer to Lillian's pussy. Just as Lillian felt that the next spot would be her slit, Sharon skipped over it, continuing to suck gently the tender flesh of her other thigh. Lillian was breathing hard by now, her slit glistening with arousal, hips jumping at each teasing contact.

Cindy warmed to her chosen task, licking and tonguing harder, caressing over the sensitive flesh with her tongue before probing in. Regan pushed her butt backwards into Cindy's face, bending at the hip, placing her hands on the floor and looking through her legs at Cindy's beautiful breasts. "Move closer, Flower," her voice no longer commanding, more pleading.

Sharon grinned and began nipping the luscious flesh, her teeth gently pinching the skin. She moved her index finger to the edge of the sofa, making it slide along the fabric toward the cleft of Lillian's butt cheeks. As it contacted Lillian's rear entrance, she slowly slid it back and forth.

Cindy shuffled closer as quickly as if it were a snapped order, back arching to keep her face on Regan's ass, tongue still working on her, probing in before circling and flicking over the sensitive area.

Lillian jumped at each nip, and then gasped loudly and arched her back as she felt the girl's finger probing her bottom.

Regan reached through her legs to fondle Cindy's breasts then pinch the nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling hard at them, using them to steady herself. "Flower, finger yourself," her voice regaining the commanding tone. "Finger yourself until you come. But, don't slow down on my ass."