by Ella Ford
The pair of us paused there, a perfect mirror of each other, balancing on the precipice of release. Neither one of us wanted to commit to this point of no return, preferring to preserve and savor this moment for as long as we possibly could. I gazed upwards, studying the pale curve of her ass and the pink wetness of her pussy, an inviting canyon that demanded exploration. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her desire through my nose, filling my throat with the rich musk of her. From far away, I sensed her doing the same to me, feeling the gentle warmth of her breath on my skin.
And then, as if triggered by unspoken consent, the tension between us broke and we set upon each other with feverish abandon.
I lifted my head and plunged my tongue into Sarah’s pussy, lapping at her without focus or purpose, needing only to taste her. I plucked at her lips with my mouth, sucking her labia into myself and tugging at her tender pink flesh. She responded by lowering her body onto mine, resting her breasts on my stomach, locking my head between her quivering thighs.
Then she attacked my own pussy and a feeling of utter ecstasy flooded through me. I moaned, a dangerously loud cry that was beyond my ability to prevent. My senses blazed with the sudden intensity, fracturing my rationality in an all-encompassing wave of desire. My entire universe seemed to collapse down to the twin points of contact, her tongue on my pussy, mine on hers. I felt myself becoming overwhelmed as her insistent kisses and frantic licking whipped me up into a fevered frenzy. My arms tightened around her body and pulled her down, clamping my mouth to her wet flesh, moving my focus to the pulsing nub of her clitoris, as she was doing the same to me.
I concentrated my attention there, moving the tip of my tongue in tight swirls, relishing the way her body rocked and quaked with every touch.
We crossed a moment of convergence, a precious point where our bodies seemed to merge. Our respective attentions became a perfect feedback loop of pleasure - her tongue firing my passion and inciting me to work harder on her pussy, which caused her own fire to rise and so on. An endless upward spiral that threatened to overwhelm us both with sensation.
But the limit of our pleasure soon loomed into view. The inescapable relief of climax rose from my pussy, a glowing ball of utter intensity that I could not ignore. Every attempt to turn it back was met with an increase in activity by Sarah’s tongue and my resolve weakened. I tried to focus only on the wet landscape of my lover’s pussy, pushing down on her clit and pressing it against her pelvic bone. She cried out, lifting her head from between my legs and granting me momentary relief from the threat of orgasm. But she was soon back in place, attacking my throbbing clitoris with renewed vigor and energy.
Suddenly, I felt my pussy lurch and the boiling sea of pleasure rose to engulf me. I could resist no more and turned to meet it, allowing the wave of sensation to wash over me. My back arched upwards, pressing my breasts into Sarah’s stomach, clenching my thighs around her head. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my mouth open, longing to scream but not daring to make a sound. My thoughts slowly departed, replaced only by the glorious cacophony of desire that raged in my body.
Above me, from somewhere far away, I became aware of a change in Sarah’s body. Her legs and arms went rigid, pulling us together and locking us in place at this moment of perfect fulfillment. Together, we rolled and rocked, a single body engulfed by this torrent of glorious warmth.
Just as I thought I could take no more, the feeling dissipated and my body relaxed, arms falling from Sarah’s hips to hang limply beside me. At the same second, Sarah reached the end of her own moment and I felt her settle onto me, the scant weight of her tiny body resting on me and engulfing me in the cooling warmth of her trembling skin.
For an unknown amount of time, we lay like this, a pile of ruined bodies, content to rest in the loose embrace of each other. I felt myself drifting off into the welcoming arms of sleep, lulled by the gentle rhythm of Sarah’s breathing.
Some time later, I was roused back to wakefulness as Sarah shifted from me. Through drowsy eyes, I watched as she lifted her body off mine and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. She appeared preoccupied and distant as she reached down and retrieved her silk robe from the floor.
“Sarah, what’s wrong…” I began, but she turned to me and I fell silent.
“Leanne, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whispered, reaching her hand across to touch my shoulder. She felt hot and agitated, slender fingers trembling against my skin.
Then she stood, picking up her robe and hurried from the room without looking back.
I pulled the sheet around me, sitting up in my bed and wondered what had just happened.
Chapter 3
The following day, I was awakened by the sound of CJ’s bell ringing. I turned over and glanced at my bedside clock, fearing that I’d overslept massively and it was night time already, but I relaxed when I saw that it was just before six o’clock in the morning.
My relief was soon replaced by puzzlement as the ringing continued. A gentle chime that repeated four times then paused for thirty seconds, before ringing out again. I recognized the insistent noise, it was the bell that my mistress rang to summon me to playtime. But she never took us down into the basement during the day, let alone at this time in the morning. Did she know about what Sarah and I had done the previous night? It was the only explanation, coming so soon after our hot encounter.
The thought didn’t cause me a great deal of fear though - I was as much Sarah’s toy to use as she pleased as I was CJ’s, and we frequently made love in the absence of the tall blonde, something that CJ was apparently fine with and even encouraged. Yet a tiny thought at the back of my mind suspected that last night’s meeting was different somehow, more personal, outside the bounds of the submissive triangle that the three of us lived in.
I shook my head to clear away the sleep and stood, pausing to consider whether I should shower and dress, but the continued chiming on the bell nagged at me and I decided that I should attend to whatever it was as soon as possible.
Naked and shivering, I stepped out my bedroom and padded down the hall towards the kitchen where the sound seemed to be coming from. Reflexively, I covered my breasts and pussy with my arms, wrapping them around myself for warmth and modesty.
I wandered gingerly into the kitchen and found CJ and Sarah sitting at the kitchen table. I blinked in surprise, as both women were not normally up at this time, let alone dressed.
CJ was her usual impeccable self, wearing a mint green skirt suit and crisp satin blouse. She was sitting with her back perfectly straight, resting forward on her arms. The tiny bell sat on the table in front of her, and she raised her face to greet me with a smile as I entered.
Beside her sat Sarah. The pale brunette was ashen faced with downturned eyes, slumped in the chair and staring at the table in front of her. She appeared to be sulking like a petulant teenager and didn’t move as I stepped into the kitchen, not even acknowledging my presence. I sensed an unbearable tension between them, something rank and unresolved below the surface of their relationship.
“Ah, Leanne,” beamed CJ warmly, “so nice of you to join us.” There was a hint of malicious sarcasm in her tone, not unusual for the commanding blonde, but I sensed something else as well. I faint hint of nervousness, as though she was unsure of herself. As I smiled back at her, I noticed her eyes flick to Sarah, a momentary betrayal of some deeper emotion that I didn’t yet understand.
“Today, we’re going to take a long trip to see an old friend. Think of it as a playdate, if you want,” she said. An old friend? I pondered. Was it Cassandra?
“Yes, mistress,” I replied, glancing at Sarah for hints of a reaction. But the winsome brunette was stoney faced and unresponsive.
“I’d like you to return to your room, shower and dress. Wear your usual uniform please and ensure that your pretty little pussy is as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” Her voice was commanding and confident, detailing how she’d like to see my most private region with the sam
e tone that she’d use to specify how to cook a steak.
I nodded. “Right away, will there be anything else?”
CJ flashed a look at Sarah and I sensed that she was going to say something more. Instead, she shook her head. “No, that will be all. We’ll be leaving in half an hour, please don’t keep me waiting.”
I nodded one final time and turned, hurrying back to my room and wondering what on earth was in store for me today.
The long drive to the playdate was excruciating. CJ insisted that Sarah sit in the back with me while she drove and, for most of the four hour journey, we all sat in uncomfortable silence, gazing out of the windows at the passing countryside. Sarah didn’t make eye contact with me a single time and I wondered if she was embarrassed about the previous night, or whether there was something deeper going on in her mind. I longed to reach out and touch her, to make her tell me that everything was going to be alright, but I couldn’t, not with CJ there.
Instead, I sat and peered at the world outside the car, feeling strangely detached from the external existence that knew nothing of my life and my relationship with the two women.
As we left the city, we entered open farmland and mile after mile of lush fields and rolling hills, crops bursting with the weight of the season, the late summer giving way to early fall and the promise of harvest. But it meant nothing to me as I thought about my curious fate and tried to guess at where we were going.
A playdate CJ had called it, and I had no doubt what that meant. I may have entered life as a maid with a degree of naivety, but after weeks of intense pleasure and total submission, I had a decent grasp of the euphemistic terminology that CJ used to describe our activities. Sex would be involved, for sure, but with whom and for what purpose? And who was this old friend, this Cassandra? And, more importantly, why did Sarah seem so reluctant and opposed to the trip?
After many hours we arrived at our destination. I was never great at estimating distances or direction, but I figured that we must have left the state. Certainly the place names on the road signs were unfamiliar to me.
With nervous trepidation, I studied the location. It was a large ranch in the middle of nowhere, a huge single-storied wooden building surrounded by rolling pastures and gentle foothills. A range of looming snow-capped mountains sat on the horizon, a rugged relief from the endless fields. I peered out at the white building with a burning curiosity, suddenly desperate to know where we were and for what purpose. But I held my tongue, trusting that CJ and Sarah would not put me in an situation that I was too uncomfortable with.
The car pulled up alongside a number of other vehicles; sturdy trucks that were commonplace on any working ranch, and more ornamental cars that screamed of privilege and wealth. I wondered who the cars belonged to, who the ranch belonged to and what their connection to CJ and Sarah was.
As we stopped, a figure emerged from the house. A young girl, around the same age as me with raven black hair that tumbled down her shoulders like an onyx waterfall. She was dressed in a figure hugging black dress that wouldn’t have looked out of place at a cocktail party. The dress emphasised her busty figure and drew attention to her full breasts and toned thighs. As I watched, she stepped confidently across the gravel of the driveway on tall stiletto heels that bent her ankle and tightened her calf muscle pleasingly.
The girl reached the car and opened CJ’s door, stepping aside to let my mistress emerge. Then she moved to the rear and opened the passenger door. Sarah turned to look at me, making eye contact for the first time since we left the house. She looked at me with a tender expression, then turned and exited the vehicle, moving to stand beside CJ on the drive. I blinked and shuffled along the seat, then turned my body and stood from the car.
The strange girl eyed me as I emerged, barely concealing her contempt and desire. Her gaze lingered on my legs and I suddenly felt uncomfortably aware of my slutty uniform and my stocking tops that were visible beneath the ridiculous maid dress. I shuffled where I stood and felt a hot blush spread over my face.
“Welcome back CJ,” said the girl, turning her attention to the tall blonde. “Sarah,” she added, nodding at my other mistress in an offhand way.
“Kaitlyn,” replied CJ, her voice dripping with contempt. “How lovely to see you again,” she said without a single note of sincerity.
I found myself wondering what history the two women shared, what reason there could be for such obvious animosity between them. But before I could consider the matter further, Kaitlyn turned on her heel and walked towards the house.
The three of us followed her, CJ matching her long, confident strides, while Sarah and I hurried behind.
“Cassandra is waiting in the living room,” said Kaitlyn sharply, “you’re a little late. She doesn’t like to be kept waiting. You remember this, surely?”
CJ turned to the brunette and smiled. “What can I say Katy? Traffic was hell.”
Kaitlyn sniffed and said no more.
The four of us entered the house through the grand front door, stepping into a rustic hallway that was busy with details and aged furniture. I glanced around, taking in the overwhelmingly homely atmosphere, relaxing slightly into the welcoming decor. There was something about the place that felt right to me, reminding me of my small town upbringing. The house could have been owned by a quaint old couple, and I felt my curiosity rise with every step.
We left the hallway and stepped through the large, farmhouse kitchen, every surface rich and warm, honey gold oak beams running through the high ceiling.
Finally, we arrived into the living room and a very different scene greeted us.
Sitting in an armchair beside a large, open fire, was a woman. I found myself doing a double-take as I looked at her. She appeared, at first glance, to be the spitting image of CJ, but as I looked closer, I saw that they were very different really, sharing only their rigid posture and crisp appearance. The woman in the chair was older than my mistress, in her late thirties perhaps. She had the same self-assured poise, but her features were softer, worn by age but still strikingly beautiful. She had blonde hair, but unlike CJ, she wore it long, held back in a tight ponytail that seemed efficient and businesslike. Her long legs were crossed before her, clad in sheer black stockings and shiny black pumps with a thin heel that was impossibly tall.
“Casey Jo,” said the woman warmly, using CJ’s full name. “It is so good to see you! Tell me, did you have a pleasant drive? You certainly seemed to take your time getting here,” she added with an unmistakable hint of menace in her voice. I’d never heard anyone talk to CJ like this before, it was most disconcerting to me.
“Hello Cassandra,” said CJ, not addressing the barb.
“And Sarah! You are as beautiful now as the moment you and Casey Jo met!” said the woman, turning her attention to my other mistress. Sarah said nothing, and only nodded, her own smouldering anger plain.
“Kaitlyn, would you be a dear and fix us some tea?” she said, and the dark haired beauty who had greeted us turned and headed back in the direction of the kitchen. The woman stood from her chair and stepped over to us, peering at me with apparent curiosity.
She reached where I stood and stopped before me, crossing her arms and cocking her head to one side as she looked me over.
“So this is your new maid is it CJ?” she said, not taking her eyes off me as she addressed my mistress. “What’s your name honey?” she asked me, her tone thick with command.
I turned and looked at CJ, hoping for direction, permission, anything. CJ nodded, then glanced away to the floor.
“Leanne, ma’am. It’s good to meet you,” I said, attempting to sound as friendly as I possibly could.
The woman smiled back and offered her hand to me. I took it in my own and she shook me gently. “I’m happy to meet you too Leanne. My name is Cassandra, I’m an old… friend… of CJ’s.”
“Oh, did you work together?” I asked.
The woman paused and smirked. “Something like that,” she replied
, hinting at some deeper truth that I couldn’t yet fathom. She turned back to her chair and sat down, leaving the hint dangling between us. Reaching to her side, she picked up a tiny silver bell, the identical twin of the one that CJ used to summon me to play. She rang it carefully twice, holding the delicate instrument in the air above her and peering at me.
After a few seconds, the other door to the living room swung open and yet another young girl entered. I gasped as a nervous looking blonde stepped across the room towards us. She was completely naked, except for a pair of knee length white socks and pretty pale blue ballet flats. Her long blonde hair was held up with pink ribbons in bunches at the side of her head and her makeup was thick and exaggerated, ruby red lips and seductive eyes. Between her legs, I caught a glimpse of her pussy, shaved smooth in a way that seemed familiar to me now.
If not for the girl’s full breasts and wide hips, you might have thought her much younger than she was. As it was, she was perhaps my age or slightly younger, but her appearance had been manipulated in such a way as to make her appear virginal and pure, a outrageous caricature of innocence.
The girl stopped beside Cassandra’s chair and crossed her hands over her pussy, vainly attempting to protect her modesty. She bowed her head and stared at the floor between us, a palpable sense of trepidation in her demeanour and actions. I found myself feeling sorry for her, wondering if she was here against her will. But then I noticed the hard buds of her nipples and an angry flush of red on her chest and neck, and realized this nervous girl was as willing as I was. The realization caused a flush of pleasure in myself, an uncontrollable rush provoked by the erotic circumstances of this strange scene.
“Do you like her?” said Cassandra, directly to me. I became aware of movement behind me as CJ and Sarah moved to the long sofa and sat together, leaving the girl and me standing alone. I nodded at the older woman’s question and waited. “Her name is Princess, at least that’s what I call her,” she said, reaching up and stroking the young girl’s firm bottom. The pretty blonde flinched at the woman’s touch, a visible shiver passing through her body.
