by Toni Mozzie
The young man who had been there to greet them when they first entered was still there.
He smiled. “I hope you had a pleasant visit.”
“We aren’t ready to leave yet.”
“Oh.”
“Abe said that you would be able to tell us how to find Martha.”
The man grinned. “So you have been accepted, well done.”
Ginny turned crimson. Is that what it meant? “How do you know?”
“Abe told you about Martha. It means he saw, smelled or tasted something special about you.”
“Really? He never said.”
“Did he ask you to ask me to put you in the system?”
“Yeah,” Ginny said, feeling better. If Abe had just said she’d been accepted, she wouldn’t have been so tense the last hour.
“Well, there you go. Just let me get your name, address, email address, phone numbers and take a photo to go with it all.”
Once he’d finished with Tae and Ginny and assured them both they were in the system, he gave them directions to Martha’s office, which was located near the service area of the hotel.
She was in her office, talking on the phone. Ginny tapped on the door which was open. Martha looked at them for a moment, and then motioned them to come in.
The woman was in her forties, but it didn’t show on her skin; it showed on her expression, a look of experience and wisdom combined with a youthfulness that quite frankly, Ginny had to admit, was stunning.
Martha’s body was Venusian with curves in all the right places. She had short jet black hair that looked so dark that Ginny thought it must be dyed. She learned later that that was not the case. She reminded Ginny of a sexy matriarch, reminiscent of Monica Bellucci.
After she’d finished her call, Martha asked, “Can I help you?” Her voice was gentle, delicate, but firm and educated.
“Hello, Abe sent us,” Ginny said. “He said you would be able to help us.”
“I don’t think so,” Martha said.
Ginny froze. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, Abe sent one, and I assume it’s you. You’re Ginny?”
“I am, but Tae is with me.”
“Abe said nothing about helping Tae.”
“But she was bitten by Lewis, too,” Ginny said.
“Twice,” Tae said.
“And neither of you left with Lewis?”
“No,” Ginny said.
Martha smiled. “For girls who know nothing about their bodies and pussies, I have to say I’m impressed. I will examine both of you and then forward my findings to Abe. Let’s begin with you, Ginny. Tae, you can wait outside if you like. There is some chocolate cake on the counter in the kitchen. Help yourself to a piece, and drink some water.”
Tae left.
“Here, drink this,” Martha said, handing Ginny a bottle of water.
Martha went around to her computer and typed something. “Take your dress off. I want to see you nude.”
Ginny felt like she was in a doctor’s office.
She stood up and reached behind to pull the little zipper down and wiggled out of her dress. When she was naked, she stood in front of Martha and ran the palms of her hands down her thighs. Her palms were moist and her pussy was wet.
“Now sit back down on the sofa and spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”
Ginny obeyed. She wanted to touch her clit.
Martha stared at the mound of trembling flesh that was Ginny’s sweet little slit. A thin layer of pubic hair above her clit.
“Spread your lips.”
Ginny frowned. Was she supposed to give this lady a finger show? It would be a disappointing end to the night.
Ginny slid her right hand down to her slit and using her index and middle finger, separated her pussy lips and then slipped a finger into the groove of her pussy and ran her finger up toward her clit.
“That’s it, baby, show me what your pussy likes. Show me how you love your pussy.”
Ginny moaned. This was hotter than she’d expected. She licked her middle finger and then rubbed the opening to her pussy. After stroking her pussy lips, she moved to her clit, using salvia to lube it up, and then she slowly and lightly massaged her clit by rubbing her finger over it. Ginny knew exactly what sped and for how long before her finger fell to the opening of her pussy. Her finger then teased the opening, caressing the edges.
She was about to slip her finger inside herself when Martha said, “Don’t do that.”
Martha got up from behind the desk and knelt down before Ginny whose legs were pulled back over her head.
“I like your flexibility,” Martha said.
She then leaned in and inhaled the warm moistness that was Ginny’s pussy. Then she went back to her computer and typed for a minute. She returned to Ginny and gently kissed her pussy lips like she would on the mouth. The sensation was so pleasurable that it seemed to control every nerve in Ginny’s body.
Martha forced Ginny’s sticky pussy lips apart with her tongue and lips, and slurped up the juices.
It felt nice, but it was nothing like Jason or Lewis. It was as if Martha didn’t have a plan, like she was nibbling, or taste-testing a smorgasbord, without finding anything particularly satisfying.
Suddenly she stopped and got up again and went to her computer and typed for a minute, clicking now and again.
Ginny remained still, her throbbing clit now pleading for attention, it was as if she was left dangling on the edge of release for so long the frustration was beginning to distract her to confusion.
Then Martha returned and pounced on Ginny’s pussy, sucking and slurping her juices. Her suddenness and passion caught Ginny off guard.
This sucking and licking frenzy went on for what seemed like too long before suddenly Ginny felt Martha’s tongue plunge into her. Ginny wasn’t prepared and the feeling of a moist, hot tongue entering her sent a pulsing thrill up her body. She gasped.
Martha ran her hands along the inside of her thighs, squeezing her soft, silky flesh, as if she were signaling that what she had in her hands belonged to her. For a moment Ginny felt like property.
Her tongue slid the length of Ginny’s tender slit before plunging into her once more, both her hands spreading Ginny’s labia apart.
Finally Ginny could sense Martha’s hunger now, her addiction to pussy, to Ginny’s taste. It was like with Jason. Nothing was ever enough.
Ginny’s body tensed and convulsed. Martha’s lips and tongue clasped Ginny’s throbbing clit and never let go as she came.
It was not as hard as it had been with Jason but it came at a much better time. She’d been left unsatisfied for days and this orgasm taught her that she had limits that if she ignored, would make her like everyone else out there in the world not getting enough sexual release.
The worst part was that those people, who weren’t getting enough, thought they were.
Chapter Eight
When Ginny made to put her dress back on, Martha stopped her. “I will need another taste in a few minutes, before we are finished.”
Ginny obeyed.
“It would be better if you closed your legs while we wait.”
“Okay. So did I pass the test?”
“You don’t pass or fail the exam. I just need to find out where you are and if you are treating yourself and your vagina right.”
“Oh, okay—that’s a relief.”
Martha glanced at her and smiled. “You are taking this seriously. I’m glad. A woman should never neglect her body and should be willing and able to take what she needs from a man.”
Ginny nodded.
“There is a taste that is the essence of femininity that drives both men and women crazy, but it requires work to reach this state. It never used to be that way, but modern lifestyles have changed the sexual paradigm. For example, people rely on perfume to attract by scent and not the naturalness that humans had relied on for millenniums.”
“Really? You’d think that was a good thing.”
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“I don’t mean dirty. I mean clean and natural. Even being sexually clean is a goal not easily achievable these days.”
“So what do I have to do? Abe said you had some tips or pointers on how I can be irresistible to Tom.”
Martha chuckled. “You are nowhere near that level.”
“Okay, what about for Jason?”
“You already are irresistible to him, and I bet he’s making a real effort to keep away from you.”
“Why would he be doing that?”
“Because he is a Hunter and his job was to bring you to Tom. He didn’t.”
“But how would he know if Tom would like me, unless Jason didn’t eat my pussy first?”
“There are other ways to tell.”
Ginny wondered if Tom wasn’t just a really jealous prick and she wondered if maybe Lewis was right. Was she building up an expectation that would be impossible to meet? She was expecting the divine with Tom. She was beginning to think that if he ever did go down on her, her expectations would be so high that it would be a disappointment no matter what he did.
“So what must I do?” Ginny asked, as she gritted her teeth, preparing herself for some enforced celibacy.
“You must refrain from sex until after your next period. Then we will see. Any idea when that will be?”
“In the next week I expect.”
“I thought so. After that, you still cannot have sex, it messes with the flavor, not necessarily in a bad way, but just confuses the natural flavors with those of others.”
“You mean no sex?”
“No foreign fluids. You can masturbate, but again no lube or anything. The only exception is female saliva. You can have a woman perform oral sex on you. But this is once a week at most; it’s preferable to remain chaste. After your next period, email me and we will have another exam, and then we’ll see how much more therapy you will need.”
Ginny’s heart imploded. “You mean no sex for a couple weeks?”
“If you want Tom, you will have to have no sex until he is ready for you. There are several girls preparing for this. It is a gruesome schedule.”
After the exam, it was Tae’s turn. She was told the same thing as Ginny. They would have to wait until next month at the earliest before they could even hope of being invited to another party at the hotel.
~
When Ginny and Tae left the hotel, they found Lewis waiting in his fancy sports car.
Ginny pretended to ignore him, walking past him, but she was expecting him to say something.
“They will not let you join their little clubhouse,” Lewis said. “They are stuck-up and have insanely high standards. If you want to be happy, you will have to come with me.”
“I will take my chances,” Ginny said. “Besides, I think I can meet their standards.”
Lewis laughed. “Here.” He handed her a card. “You do realize I was only teasing you before. It makes a lady’s pussy wetter if you play with them until they are ready to lash out in sexual frustration. That is the true deliciousness. You have not experienced my tongue. Some women like Tom or Jason, but wait until you have me at my best. I will love you no matter the time.”
Ginny wasn’t sure how to take this, but it left her feeling a little fuzzy in the stomach.
Lewis winked and drove away, leaving her on the sidewalk holding his card. She was torn, and it was unbearable. Should she go to Lewis and get the relief she so desperately needed, or could she muster the will to resist long enough to earn back Jason or even Tom’s trust?
Yet she felt so deeply unsatisfied at this moment, that if she didn’t find release tonight, she knew that not even a bottle, a sleeping pill and a deep sleep would be a relief.
“What did he give you?” Tae asked.
“His card.” She handed it to Tae.
“Why did you take it?” Tae asked, looking at the card with nothing printed on it except a phone number.
“What should I have done? Besides, it doesn’t mean I have to call him or anything.”
“So you will tear it up? You want me to tear it up?”
“You think we should?” Ginny asked.
“Why not? We are better off here,” Tae said. “Because let’s face it: Lewis is an asshole.”
Ginny laughed. “Here, give it to me.”
Tae handed Ginny Lewis’s card and then she tore it up into pieces and threw them into the air, the breeze scattering them in all directions.
“What do we do now? We are outcasts,” Ginny said.
Tae put her arm around Ginny. “I think we need to be patient. I can give you a massage to calm you down. You need to have a hobby.”
“Like collect stamps?”
“No, like finger painting.”
“You finger paint?” Ginny asked.
Tae nodded. “On the body. I can show you and teach you. It’s fun.”
“For now, I guess you and I will have to keep each other company until we’re invited to a party.”
Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too long.
About the Author
Toni Mozzie has been writing mystery, romance and erotica for over twenty years under various pen names while traveling to exotic locations such as Thailand, Vietnam, South Korea, Italy, Hungry, Romania, and Brazil. Learn more at: https://tonimozzie.blogspot.ca
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