New Life At The Victorian Motel Ch. 05

The cool tile of the hallway floor beneath my feet felt like a reprieve after the intense session with Danni. My body was still shaking, the sensations overwhelming me. I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath and process everything that had just happened.

"Hey, Cat," Dot's soft voice reached my ears as she and Lolo approached me from the far end of the corridor. Dot wore her usual receptionist attire: a black pencil skirt, white blouse, and that iconic red lipstick. Lolo was in a cute casual number that highlighted her impressive attributes while still presenting as modest - a fitted white dress that barely skimmed her thighs, cinched at the waist with a black belt.

"Did Danni treat you well?" Dot asked, her brows furrowing in concern as she took in my disheveled appearance.

I nodded, breathless and flushed, still riding the high of my session. "More than well," I managed to stammer out. "Just, you know, she's intense, this whole week has been."

They both smiled and nodded.

"Of course we do," Lolo chimed in, her eyes warm and understanding. "We've all been there."

"Come on, let's go somewhere more comfortable to talk," Dot suggested, leading us to a quiet corner of the complex where a plush couch and some throw pillows awaited.

I gratefully sank into the cushions, feeling the comforting embrace of their softness. Dot and Lolo settled in beside me, their presence easing me further.

"Listen, Cat," Dot began, her tone gentle yet firm. "We know this is all new to you, and it can be a lot to take in. But you're not alone. We're here for you and everyone is so, so proud of how you've taken to this so quickly."

"Dot's right," Lolo agreed. "This lifestyle isn't for everyone, but sometimes it's the best way we know how to survive. And if you're going to stay here, we want you to feel supported and, well, as happy as you can be."

"Thank you," I whispered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I really appreciate that."

Lolo leaned forward, which gave me a delicious view of her assets down the loose collar of her dress. "Ohh sweetie don't cry..."

She pulled me to her and before I knew it, I was being held against her warm, perfectly rounded breasts through the sheer material of her dress. This was a position I liked being in. In that moment, I wanted Lolo to hold me like this and never let go.

"Shhhh it's alright," She soothed, stroking my hair as I sniffled into her cleavage. "We've all been where you are. It gets easier, I promise."

Dot handed me a tissue and I wiped my eyes, feeling a bit sheepish but also grateful for their support. "I'm sorry for being such a mess."

"Hey, don't apologize," Dot countered, squeezing my hand. "You've been through a lot this week and you're handling it like a champ."

"So proud of you, Kitten." Lolo said as she rocked me against her. She leaned down and planted soft kisses on my forehead and then down the bridge of my nose. I leaned up and soon she was kissing my lips. I kissed her back earnestly. I liked kissing Lolo. I liked how her body felt wrapped around mine.

As me and Lolo made out softly, Dot rubbed my back gently. It was so comforting to be held and touched and kissed by these more experienced women who really did care about me.

I can't remember if she did it or I did, but somehow the top of Lolo's dress came undone and my face was pressed against her bare, perfect breasts. Lolo shifted us so soon we were lying down amongst the cushions on our sides, my face buried in her tits.

"I'll leave you girlies to it." Dot whispered, I could hear the smile on her lips as she spoke. I reached out a hand to invite her to stay and join us, but I grabbed at only air and she was gone.

I turned my attention back to kissing at Lolo's warm, smooth orbs, loving the taste of her skin on my lips. I suckled at her nipple, feeling it harden to a point in my mouth. Tits really are the best. How did I never think to look or feel them before? I remember thinking, mid suck.

Lolo's were and still are my favorite, I observed to myself. There was something that felt so childish, so juvenile about having these observations about the new things I was realizing I was attracted to. I suppose in retrospect it made some sense, I was experiencing a totally new sexual awakening, almost like a second puberty, like a seventh grader observing a mature woman's body for the first time.

Things didn't really escalate from there with Lolo in that moment. I just lay there with her, kissing and sucking at her gorgeous chest while she held and comforted me. I think I drifted off at one point because eventually I felt her tap my arm and say it was time to get ready for dinner and then Mama wanted to see me.

Begrudgingly, I sat up and Lolo readjusted her dress. My hair must have been all mussed up because she laughed and ran her hands through it to try to fix it for me.

"You could probably use another shower before joining us for dinner." she said with a smile and a wink as she pulled me back to my feet. We shared a quick kiss and I felt her up through her dress before parting ways. Yeah, her tits are the fucking best.

I made it back to my room, stripped off my skimpy, sex-sweat-smelling clothes and hopped back into the shower.

When I emerged I felt almost human again. I dried my hair and headed to the closet filled with clothes Mama had deemed appropriate for my new station. I stood there as I considered how to put together an outfit that might feel normal enough from all of the skimpy garments.

Reaching in, I pulled out a deep burgundy silk slip dress that clung to my curves just right, and a pair of black lace panties. The dress was more slip than appropriate dress, but around here it would be fine. It reminded me a lot of that dress that doe eyed actress wore in that movie about the crazy celebrity chef who invited the elite guests to his private island restaurant and proceeded to kill them all, Anya something. She filled it out better than I did, but I still think I looked good in it.

The dress was low cut, outlining the swell of my breasts, and the silk felt like a second skin against my body, making me shiver as I regarded myself in the mirror. Staring back was a wide eyed sapphic sexpot in way over her head and the dress conveyed that as well. Sexy yet innocent all at once.

My tummy gurgled and I suddenly realized how hungry I was. For all the pussy and ass I'd eaten today, I had consumed very little actual food.

Soon I was padding my bare feet along the corridor towards the dining room. I could hear the sounds of plates being filled and banter being traded as I rounded the corner.

Mama, Dot, Danni and six other girls were gathered around the table. A few of them looked up and acknowledged me. Dot waved me over and pulled out a chair between her and Mama, which I gratefully took.

There was a plate already set for me and I dug in with little pretense. Training for lesbian sex work burns a lot of calories!

As I devoured my plate, the conversation around the table was light and laughter-filled.Mama, seated next to me, leaned in occasionally to whisper a playful comment or two, her hand subtly sliding onto my thigh under the table. I flinched at first, but soon found myself leaning into her touch, comfortable and familiar in the buzzing atmosphere around us. The occasional squeeze of my thigh or a move to a slightly higher position reminded me she was there and she felt she could touch me however she wanted.

As the dinner wound down and the girls started to leave to prepare for their evening activities, Mamas hand slid all the way up and cupped my pussy under the dress. I let out a soft gasp and looked around. I was relieved to see the room was empty now and it was just the two of us.

"I've heard you made some great progress today. That's so great Kitten. Since you're doing so well I thought I'd invite you to spend the night with me as a reward, would you like that?" She gave a soft squeeze of my pussy over the panties as she asked.

My cheeks felt flushed and I beamed at her widely. Mama rarely invited her working girls to her room, and I'd already spent a couple nights there. It made me feel really special to be invited back yet again.

"Yes, yes thank you Mama." I said emphatically.

"Thank you for being such a good girl." Mama said and leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips. I shivered deeply at the possessive kiss and let her lead me by the hand up to her room as soon as she broke it.

She guided me with her hands on my hips up the stairs to her room. She got me through the door and instructed me to raise my arms. I did so without question and soon the purple dress was yanked off my body over my head, leaving me in just the black panties as I stood before her.

She took a step back and looked me up and down before placing her finger to her lips and looking skyward as she thought her intense thoughts.

"I think...any time you're staying here with me, panties only are the dress code. Understand, Pet?"

"Yes Mama, anything you want." I said, my finger running over the lacy edge of the panties.

"Good. Because I like be able to see your body like this." She stated matter of factly as she started to disrobe.

My heart beat faster in my chest as I watched her reveal the curves of her body. As she removed her bra, her large breasts sagged slightly with a natural grace. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I knew better than to move without her express permission.

A thrill ran through me as I watched her undo the buttons of her jeans and she slid them down her beautiful legs, revealing a pair of black lace panties of her own.

"We match." I blurted out as I observed the similarities between the panties we both wore.

"That's because those are mine too, Kitten." She said with a wink and approached me. She guided me to the edge of the bed and sat next to me, running a hand up my back.

"You know, Cat," she began softly, "I find myself growing more and more...fond of you with each passing day I get to have you here."

My heart raced at her confession, surprised but undeniably flattered.

"I...I feel the same way, Mama," I admitted, our eyes locked in a moment of shared vulnerability.

"Good," she whispered, leaning in to capture my lips in a tender kiss. Our mouths moved together, exploring and teasing, as Mama's hands roamed my body, making me tingle everywhere. She broke away, her breath hot against my ear. "Tonight, I want to show you just how much you mean to me."

"Please," I begged, desperate for her touch. Mama grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with desire.

"Then lay back and let Mama take care of you," she ordered gently, her voice a velvet command that sent shivers down my spine.

I obeyed instantly, reclining on the plush sheets of her bed, awash in anticipation and the soft glow of bedside lamps. Mama moved above me, a predator poised with practiced grace. Her fingers traced lines of fire down my neck, over my collarbones, and paused at the edges of the black lace panties that were her token on me.

"You're so beautiful like this," she murmured, "open and wanting and...willing."

My breath hitched as she leaned down to trail kisses across my stomach, her breath warm and seductive on my skin.

The room fell away, and all that existed was the sensation of her lips on my body, the soft brush of her hair against my thigh, the weight of her gaze as she looked up at me through thick lashes. Mama knew exactly where to touch, how to move, to unravel me piece by trembling piece. She took her time, as if she were savoring a fine wine, and I was lost in the intoxication of her attention.

Her hands slipped inside the edges of my panties, pushing them down inch by excruciating inch. The cool air of the room caressed my newly bared skin, heightening the contrasting warmth of Mama's breath as she hovered above me. And then with a swift motion, the lace was gone and I was utterly exposed to her predatory stare.

"Mine," she growled softly, a sound that vibrated through me, straight to my core. Mama had marked me in so many ways already, and now I felt it more acutely than ever.

She bent down again, and her tongue traced a path along the inside of my thigh. My hands fisted in the sheets as pleasure sparked and fizzed where she touched. It was overwhelming; this woman could make me feel so powerful yet completely out of control in my own body on a dime. It made it exponentially hotter that she seemed to know exactly what she was doing to me, and was relishing every moment as she did it.

Mama's lips hovered tantalizingly close to my aching center, her breaths teasing me, drawing whimpering pleas from my throat. Her eyes met mine, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she reveled in my desperation. I realized she was doing to me what she'd been training me to do with Samantha earlier. Despite knowing this was her strategy, there was nothing I could do but go along with the agonizing teasing. With deliberate slowness, she extended her tongue and drew a single, languid line up my center.

An electric jolt shot through me, and I arched into her touch instinctively. Her hands anchored me down, firm yet gentle, as if reassuring me that I was safe to let go under her command. She began to work with an unhurried rhythm, her tongue swirling and flicking in ways that drove me mad with need.

I writhed beneath her, gasping and moaning as the pleasure spiraled tighter within me. Mama's movements became more insistent, responding to my body's cues with intuitive precision. Her fingers joined the dance, circling around sensitive flesh without ever penetrating, coaxing the building tension toward its breaking point.

"Please...please..." The words were half-formed pleas on my lips as I teetered on the edge of release. Mama's gaze locked onto mine once more, dark and fathomless and filled with naked desire. It was the final touch I needed; the connection that tipped me over for the second time today as she pushed me to a completely different feeling orgasm with her skilled touch.

My cries echoed in the room, a symphony of raw need and pure ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed over me, relentless and exquisite. Mama maintained her rhythm, her lips and tongue harmonizing with the spasms that shook my body, drawing out the orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath her expert care. My vision blurred with the intensity of it all, and for a moment, the world seemed to pulse in time with my heartbeat.

Gradually, the tremors subsided, leaving me sprawled on the sheets, panting and drenched in sweat. Mama rose like a queen ascending from her throne, her eyes still blazing with that ferocious heat that had set my skin aflame. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a gesture so unapologetic and possessively satisfied that I felt another shiver run through me--not from desire this time, but from the sheer magnitude of what we shared.

She climbed onto the bed, her movements slow and languid now, as she gathered me into her arms. My head rested against her chest, listening to the steady thump of her heart as it slowly returned to its usual cadence. Mama's fingers traced idle patterns on my back, soothing away the remnants of tension.

"You're a really special girl, Kitty Cat, my Pretty Kitty." She whispered into my ear. "I think maybe I'd like you and I to get closer while you're staying here. Would you like that?"

She moved her head so that she could look down at me and I saw a vulnerability in her eyes. She was genuinely asking me to spend more time with her. She wasn't demanding, she was asking. She actually liked me.

"I...of course I would." I said honestly.

A smile spread across her face, and she lowered her lips to mine once more, this time with none of the air of dominance from earlier. This time, it was full of something else, a deep connection, a mutual desire. I clung to her as if my life depended upon it, living for every sweet sensation her mouth provided. Her hands tangled in my hair, fingers massaging my scalp as we melted into each other's arms.

The rain had picked up outside, casting shadows on the walls like ghosts against the wallpapered walls of the Victorian-style room. I felt a sense of purpose being here that I'd never felt in Law School. Here, I was Kitty Cat, wanted, desired and owned by a woman who's praise I craved like oxygen itself - and it terrified me just how much I was starting to love every minute of it. I tried not to think of the long term repercussions of my choice to embrace this new life, but instead exist in each pleasure filled moment while I was here.

There was still more for me to learn and experience, new skills to develop before Mama would send me for my first paid work, but after the day I'd had, I was truly content in Mama's arms. It was going to be ok, that much I knew.

As sleep began to take me, I vowed to myself that I would do everything in my power to make Mama proud of me for as long as she kept me here. I'd do her and myself justice as her Pretty Kitty Cat. That's who and what I was now, and it was time to embrace it fully, even just to get another chance to spend the night here in Mama's bed.