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Emily was just doing her job, just working and mind her own business. She kept her head down and her nose clean, she didn’t speak unless spoken to and she didn’t stir up any trouble. She needed her job too badly to risk losing it by doing anything that might draw attention to her. She worked at the Hazelton hotel in Toronto, one of the most upscale places in the city and the help there was expected to be invisible at all times. She went from room to room refreshing towels and straightening things up and she did it quickly and quietly.
She had just finished tidying one of the executive suites and she had stepped out to put her cart to order when she heard the elevator chime. She immediately gathered her things and, head down and eyes averted, she started for the housekeeping closet on the fourth floor, moving to hide away and not interrupt the evening for any of the guests. It was simply bad luck that the couple that came out of the elevator passed her and she glanced at them more to keep out of their way than anything else.
Her look lingered, however, without her really meaning for it to. The couple were gorgeous; the woman was tall and slender, with her long red hair and pale skin, laughing green eyes and an elegant gown that was cut to show off her body and did so very well. Her companion was even taller, with broad shoulders and dark hair, just a hint of stubble and a ready smile. He was dressed in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly and his lips curled up at the corner as he glanced her way. His eyes were so strikingly blue that she couldn’t help but stare, gasping a bit as the couple passed. She flushed with embarrassment as she moved on to the closet and she hoped and prayed that they wouldn’t complain. The last thing she needed was her manager coming down on her. Staff had been fired for less.
She closed the door behind her and set to tidying her cart before she went on to the next task of the evening. When she opened the door again, the woman was there, waiting. Emily gasped, startled, and the woman smiled and the two locked eyes. Emily felt abruptly disconnected from the moment, her worries drained away and nothing seemed to matter but the beautiful woman she was looking at.
“What is your name, girl?” The woman asked in a voice so sweet that Emily knew in an instant that she was a singer.
“Emily Rogers.” She breathed, unable to even think of denying this woman anything.
“Well, Emily” the woman said, making her plain name sound musical. “There is something I need in my room, can you help me with it?” she asked and Emily nodded.
“Yes, ma’am, of course.” She said. “Anything you need.”
“Anything at all?” the woman asked.
“Anything, ma’am.” Emily said, her heart racing and the woman smiled.
“Ma’am makes me sound so old.” She said, reaching out to touch Emily, just a caress of fingers across her cheek, but Emily leaned into the touch, sighing in contentment. “Call me Mistress instead.” She said, her hand cupping Emily’s cheek and Emily could do nothing but stand there and savour the caress.
“Yes Mistress.” She said, panting for breath through her open mouth, and when the woman’s thumb caressed one lip, Emily felt a moan slip from her.
“Such full, lovely, soft lips.” Mistress said with a smile. “Now come, follow me.” She said and Emily did as she was told, walking after the woman and leaving the door to her little closet open. She walked down the hall and into the door of the Bellair Suite, the largest and most exclusive room in the entire hotel.
The door closed behind her with a click and a moment later came the sound of the lock sliding home and then the hallway was empty and silent.
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The room was spacious and comfortable, warm and open and Emily stood just inside the door as Mistress closed and locked it behind her. Just inside, facing the door, was the man. He was seated in a comfortable chair, his jacket was off, his tie was loose around his neck and his shirt was unbuttoned, baring his well defined chest and flat, tone abdomen. Emily felt a throb of lust at seeing him and when Mistress ran her hands down Emily’s arms and back up again, the young housekeeper moaned. She felt a hand remove the tie from her hair, releasing it to tumble loose around her face and shoulders and then the fingers combed through it, making the already messy blonde locks a wild cloud about her head.
When Mistress nuzzled into her neck, Emily sighed and leaned her head away to grant the redhead better access to her throat and she moaned at the feel of lips on her skin. There was just a prick of pain as Mistress scraped her teeth across Emily’s throat, but even that sent shivers of pleasure through the young woman’s body. She could only stand and stare at the man as Mistress untied the apron that Emily wore and let it tumble to the ground, then her hands unfastened the skirt and let it fall as well.
Emily’s heart was racing and she was unable to think of anything but the way Mistress was touching her, the feel of the lips on her skin and just how warm Mistress was… and the eyes of the man watching her. There was something about his eyes… something that made her feel naked even when she was clothed. And as Mistress undressed her, the feeling grew more and more intense, more and more intimate as if he could see under her skin, see her thoughts and her desires, her very soul. She was so enveloped in his gaze that when Mistress whispered in her ear, Emily hung on every word.
“Do you like him?” Mistress asked.
“Yes, Mistress.” She said.
“Do you lust for him?” The older woman asked and the word seemed to resonate all through Emily’s core, vibrating within her, making her gasp and her back arch, her head falling back against Mistress’ shoulder, but she still didn’t take her eyes off of the man.
“Yes, Mistress…” Emily said, the words almost inaudible, little more than a whisper during her exhale.
“Would you go to him?” Mistress asked and Emily was vaguely aware of the hands that had come around her body and had begun unbuttoning her blouse.
Her heart raced as the soft white garment was laid open and then it was sliding down her arms and off, leaving her in just her underwear with the couple. She flushed with colour as he looked at her, saw the imperfections in her body and made no comment, not even so much as a raised eyebrow
“I would, Mistress… but he wouldn’t want me…” Emily said and Mistress laughed, a soft musical chuckle that Emily knew was amused and not mocking.
The young housekeeper felt the clasp on her bra release and the garment slid down her arms and off, baring her full breasts and the man smiled as they were revealed, which sent another stab of sensation through Emily’s body. She felt her skin warm as she blushed and yet her nipples stiffened and her skin tingled as she ached for attention. She felt Mistress’ hands slide across her skin and up to cup her breasts and she moaned at the caress. How could such a simple touch make her feel so very good? She had large breasts and they were firm and young, but with a bit of sag, which was to be expected.
“How old are you, girl?” Mistress asked.
“Twenty one.” Emily replied and the other woman kissed her shoulder, drawing a sigh from her.
“So young, and yet so lovely.” The redhead said. “Such a vitality of youth within you, such a warmth and a hunger.” She said, that word resonating within her and making her moan, her face softening and her eyes half closing with heated arousal.
“And why do you think he wouldn’t want you?” Mistress asked and Emily bit her lip for a moment, her already pretty face looking very fetching at the gesture.
“I’m not perfect, Mistress… not like you.” The young woman said, her hand coming up to her belly and touching the stretch marks there. She felt a surge of shame that they were seen by this perfect pair.
“I’m flattered.” Mistress said, her hands gently caressing and kneading Emily’s breasts, drawing another moan from the young woman. “But ask him…” Mistress said, and Emily could hear the smile in her voice. “Don’t just assume, ask him if he wants you.”
Emily couldn’t disobey. The room behind him seemed to swim in and out of focus, but he remained constant and clear to her, especially his eyes.
“Do you want me, sir?” She asked and the man looked her over openly, his eyes roving her body like a caress.
“Call him Master.” Mistress said, then “ask him again…”
“Do you want me, Master?” She asked breathlessly and the man nodded.
“I do, little one.” He said and his voice sent shivers through her entire body. It was deep and even, just what she had imagined it would be. And she knew that he was a singer just as Mistress was. She was breathing deeper now, her body hot and sensitive, and it was becoming difficult for her to stand still.
“He wants you.” Mistress said and the words echoed within Emily. “He lusts for you as you lust for him.” She said and Emily felt the words within her body, driving her arousal like fuel to a flame and she felt her core clench, felt her belly flutter and an ache began between her thighs. She needed him now, needed him like she needed to breathe and a little sob of wanting escaped her.
“Go to him, Little One.” Mistress said, naming her with the words and when her hands slipped free of Emily’s body, the young woman took a single, shaky step toward him.
“You’re shaking.” Master said and Emily nodded.
“Yes, Master…” She said in that bare, breathless whisper.
“Then crawl…” He said, his eyes widening for a moment and she sobbed at the command. “…crawl to me…” He said and her body seemed to move on its own, her legs bending, lowering her down. She felt the plush carpet under her knees and then she leaned forward and put her hands on the floor. She wasn’t even aware of losing her shoes as she crawled toward him, staring at his face, unable to look away.
“…slowly, Little One… slowly…” He said and she obeyed.
She cat-crawled toward him slowly, feeling the caress of his eyes on her flesh. The texture of the carpets under her hands and knees was luxurious to her sensitive skin, the weight of her hanging breasts only added to the ache within her as she drew closer to him, drawn on inexorably. She would have crawled through hot coals and broken glass to reach him, she would have gone through the fires of hell itself if he had but asked. She saw him reach to the table at his side and lift a glass of dark, amber liquid for a sip and she licked her lips, abruptly jealous of the glass for having the feel of his lips before she did. She drew closer still, almost to his knees, and he spread them a bit, still watching her and she saw that his belt was unbuckled, his shirt untucked. She licked her lips again, craving a taste of him and knowing just what he would ask of her.
She didn’t wait to be asked or told, she acted on what she was feeling, crawling closer and raising up, placing her hands on his thighs and feeling the firm muscle underneath. Her eyes trailed down reluctantly from his face, and she could feel him watching her, feel the weight of his gaze on her every movement. She leaned closer and kissed him, feathering her full, soft lips across his hard body and his skin was cool to her touch, not warm as she had expected. But she kissed him again, feeling him against her lips, feeling his hand come up and cup one hanging breast, her nipple a hard point against his palm. The feel of his hand on her heated skin was a jolt, and she sighed out against him, resting her forehead against his chest for a moment. His fingers squeezed, kneading her flesh and drawing a moan from her. It had been so very long since she had been intimate with anyone that this feeling was as intoxicating as a drug. She licked her lips and sucked on them for a moment, wondering what his mouth would feel like, what sort of a kiss he might give her.
She caught her breath and kissed his chest again as her hands trailed down and laid his shirt open, her palms gliding across his firm body. When he didn’t protest or direct her, she continued on, kissing lower across his body, pressing her lips more firmly to him, opening her mouth slightly and tasting him with each kiss, just a little flick of her tongue that trailed into each kiss. Her hands caressed his skin and she heard him sigh, which made her flush with heat again. When her hands found his waist, she unbuttoned his fly and slid down the zipper with a soft purling sound. Her mouth kissed lower and her breasts pillowed on his thighs as her hands slipped into his pants and felt the hard rod of his cock. He was thick, long and very hard and the ache between her thighs grew acutely as she felt him, as her small hands slid his shorts down and then wrapped around his shaft. He felt cool in her hand, but the warmth of her touch quickly spread to him. Her eyes moved down and she focused on his cock, her lips parted and she tasted them with her tongue, panting for breath as she lowered her head.
She had not yet felt his lips, had not tasted his mouth, which she knew would have echoes of the liquor yet on his tongue, but her soft lips brushed a kiss over the head of his shaft. She caressed the smooth tip with her lips, her tongue flicked out and very gently caressed him, and she moaned, exhaling across the hard flesh and with that simple, easy thing, a moment that took less than two seconds, she drew a groan from him that thrilled through her entire body. She smiled a bit in pride and caressed him with her lips and tongue again, loving the feel and taste of him. She inhaled deeply, drawing his scent into her nose, filling herself with it and she ached for more as, her mouth lingered, her small hands wrapping around him, stroking ever so slightly as her lips pursed around his tip and she suckled, caressing with her tongue. She felt his hand come to rest on the back of her head, but he didn’t force any more from her, didn’t try to push her down onto his rod, he just rested his hand there, stroking her hair a bit and she smiled around his flesh as she took her time, enjoying what she was doing without really thinking about why she was doing it.
She felt hands on her back and hips and her upturned ass and she knew that it was Mistress. Slender fingers caressed Emily’s skin and she felt her panties slide across her hips and ass and then down her legs. She didn’t even care, she ignored it and bobbed her head, taking a bit more of Master into her mouth, caressing him with her tongue and feeling the throb of him against her lips as she moaned around him, suckling tenderly and savouring the moment. Hands caressed her back and sides, then down to her ass and lips kissed her flesh, warm lips that seemed to share heat with Emily. She felt another caress as the lips moved up her back and the soft press of what could only be Mistress’ body, the swell of her breasts against Emily’s back. The young woman moaned again at the feeling, shifting slightly to spread her legs a bit more and an instant later Mistress’ hand glided down and between Emily’s thighs, caressing the soft lips of her pussy, fingers sliding through the soft curls of hair and parting her labia to feel how warm and wet the blonde already was.
The sensation of it drew another moan from her and the vibrations of her moan drew another sigh and a soft groan from Master, which only served to drive Emily higher and higher. She had never been this turned on before, never been this aroused and this eager in her life and she sobbed as a shudder ran through her body. She was breathing heavily again and she took more of him into her mouth, caressing him with her lips and tongue, stroking him with her hands and she lost herself in the moment. She could feel his legs against her breasts, feel his hand stroking her hair gently… lovingly… She could feel Mistress behind her, their bodies touching, Mistress’ fingers caressing her pussy and her body grew so warm, so very hot that sweat beaded on her skin. She did her best to ignore the feelings that the caress was causing within her, and she drove herself faster, more hungrily on the cock in her mouth, moaning and whimpering, her body writhing as she suckled at him, taking him as deep in her mouth as she could, laving him with her tongue and suckling at his flesh.
It felt good… so very good to do this, so wonderful to be intimate again after so long and she sobbed as her body hummed with energy and pent up frustration, so very close to an orgasm that she tried hard to deny, to ignore as she focused on Master and his cock, the taste and scent and feel of him, panting for breath as her saliva coated his skin and her hands gripped a bit tighter as she bobbed her head and stroked him. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensation and the chaotic jumble of her thoughts and every sound from him, every groan and sigh, every moan and grunt, drove Emily higher and higher and higher until her own orgasm took her practically by surprise.
She had never felt anything like it before, never felt even close to it and she sobbed around the cock in her mouth as her body shook and trembled, wetness gushing from her body. She felt a pang of loss when his cock slipped from her mouth as her back arched and she rose up, moaning out her pleasure as she stared at him and he watched her, smiling and approving. She felt Mistress behind her, supporting her and her hands never left Master’s cock, gripping him like a lifeline as she rode out the wave of her release. As it slowly waned, he sat forward and caught her chin in his hand, leaning in close and she stared, unable to look away from that cool blue gaze.
She knew what he was going to do, knew what was next and her heart beat faster, more powerfully, thudding behind her ribs as he leaned closer. Despite what she had already done, despite the memory of his cock still in her mouth, the hunger she still felt for him, the need to return to what she had been doing and the release that Mistress had already brought her, when his lips came to hers it was the most intimate thing she had ever felt. She moaned into the kiss, feeling his mouth on hers, his tongue exploring, caressing… claiming… his kiss was powerful and relentless, dominating and commanding. She tasted the liquor, just as she knew she would, and something else, something indefinable that lingered on his tongue and lips and that he breathed into he, making her head spin as if she were drunk. When he released her, she knew that that was exactly what it was, he had released her, had allowed the kiss to end, she had no say or choice in it. She gave a little whimper, her mouth turning down in a moue of displeasure as she felt a pang of loss and emptiness and she craved his mouth more than she had ever craved anything in her life.
But then Mistress was there, a hand gripping her chin, turning her head and for the first time in her life Emily kissed another woman. She had never even considered it before, never thought that she might want to, but now she found that she was hungry for the other woman’s mouth. The kiss was tender and sweet, not as strong and firm as Master’s had been, but somehow it was even more dominating than his had been for all the tender sweetness to it. Emily felt a tear trace down her cheek at the feelings that raced through her body. She felt a slim hand grasp one of her breasts and massage and at the other she felt a soft kiss. Master had slipped out of the chair and his mouth touched her warm skin. She felt her heartbeat, hammering behind her ribs, as it fluttered against his lips. He trailed soft kisses along her flesh and when he captured her nipple she moaned, Mistress’ mouth swallowing the sound and breathing back some of the same nameless thing that had been in Master’s kiss. The scrape of Master’s teeth on her flesh sent a momentary spark of pain and arousal through her, but it only made her arousal grow and she arched her back, pressing her flesh against his mouth as Mistress ended the kiss.
Emily saw that he was on just one knee, his back bent slightly as he suckled at her breast for a long moment. When his mouth came away, his lips were such a dark red that she felt a moment of perplexity. Had his lips always been so red? Almost as if they were bloody? She thought that they had been, and then she dismissed the thoughts from her head completely as she swooned. Her eyes fluttered back in her head and she fell back, caught by his arms.
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His arms were so strong, and he lifted her as casually as if she were weightless and carried her through the suite. She smiled at him dreamily, relaxed in his arms as he moved with her and when he laid her on the bed, she turned her head to watch him, staring as he looked her over. Her breath came more slowly now, in the wake of her pleasure, and she felt languid, disconnected from everything but him as he perched on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. His hand came to cup her cheek and then trail down across her skin. She felt his fingers caress her throat and across her collarbone, glide through the slight dampness of sweat on the skin between her breasts. His palm glided over one full orb and he gave a tender squeeze. Her breasts had become so sensitive that event he slightest touch from him brought a moan from her, a breathless sound of arousal that she couldn’t even believe had come from her.
She felt his palm against the hard point of her nipple and a another moan, tapering to a sigh escaped her as her mouth turned up in a smile. His fingers trailed down, across her belly, touching her stretch marks without pausing. She flushed a bit at that, embarrassed at them, and he must have sensed her reaction, for he bent down and placed kisses across them, letting her know that he accepted them as a part of her before his hand trailed on, lower.
His fingers moved through the tangle of her pubic hair and lower, touching the top of her slit and sending a jolt through her as he applied just a bit of pressure against her hooded clit. She was so wet there from her orgasm that she could feel the dampness. She had never gushed like that before, never even known that she was capable of it. She moaned at his touch, her legs spreading just a bit, her hips lifting to offer herself to him and he smiled, his hand dipping, a finger parting her wet labia and caressing the ring of her entrance for a moment before moving on, across her inner thigh and lower. Near her knees he hooked a finger into her panties and drew them on down her legs, lower and lower until they slipped free of her nylons and he tossed them aside. She was practically nude before him and he smiled as his gaze took in all of her body. She felt the weight of his gaze rake over her as acutely as she had felt his touch and a moan came from her as his eyes came back to hers. Then he shifted his gaze and she looked where he was looking and saw Mistress on the other side of the bed.
She had shed her dress, and she stood bare and beautiful in the room. As neatly trim and fit as her mate, she had high, firm breasts and pale skin, with no body hair anywhere that Emily could see. She smiled as she looked Emily over and Emily smiled back, her heart beating as she hoped with all of her being that she would please the two of them. The room spun and turned and it was hard to focus on anything, but Master and Mistress remained still. Emily focused on them completely, forgetting everything else in the world for a while. When Master placed a hand on her breast and leaned in to kiss her again, she welcomed him eagerly, a hand lifting to slide through his hair as his mouth claimed hers.
The bed shifted again and Mistress placed soft kisses on her skin from the other side, starting at her shoulder and moving down to her breasts, kissing and sucking at her nipples for a while until Master released her mouth and then Mistress was there to claim her as well. Emily tasted the coppery, faintly salty flavour to both of their mouths, but she thought nothing of it, too caught up in how good it felt to be touched and kissed, how good it felt to be lusted after and desired by the pair.
Master kissed across her breasts and down, and she felt his weight shift, he straddled her leg and then shifted again, moving to kneel between her spread thighs as Mistress ended their kiss and moved kiss Master. Emily looked up at them as Master’s hand at her breast squeezed gently and Mistress brought a hand to the other breast to do the same. They were beautiful together and Emily could feel the love between them, it awed her and she sighed, smiling as she watched them. When their kiss broke, they turned to look at her at the same time and she was caught in both of their gazes. She felt that if they told her not to breathe, she wouldn’t be able to disobey them. Master moved then, shifting his weight and she felt his cock press at her entrance, and then slide into her with a single smooth movement.
She moaned at the feel of him entering her. Her back arched and her hands fisted in the sheets as she stared up at him in awe. He was so big… so very big… and he stretched her so wide and filled her so completely and it felt so very good that she sobbed at the sensation, tears rolling down her face. When Mistress saw it, she bent down and kissed the tears away, then kissed Emily gently, that same soft, sweet kiss that shot through her and made her already tingling, aching core clench, made her belly twist and her nipples ache and she clung to Mistress as the kiss went on and on as Master moved through her slowly and evenly, gliding back until just the tip was still within her, then thrusting forward to fill her completely, pressing hard at the final barrier of her cervix, firmly but not uncomfortably.
The kiss broke and Emily groaned in pleasure as Master moved through her, slowly and steadily, filling her and withdrawing… filling and withdrawing… again and again, unhurried and tireless as she looked up at him. And when Mistress shifted and swung her leg over Emily’s body, the young woman could see the perfect, tight slit of Mistress before her. She knew that there were people who did this sort of thing, but she had never once considered that she might become one of them. Yet, without hesitating, without needing to be told, she lifted her head and placed a soft kiss on the warm flesh of the other woman, wrapping her arms around Mistress’ thighs and holding herself in place, her tongue coming out to part the soft folds and glide across the slick flesh beneath. She heard Mistress sigh in pleasure, the sound turning to a moan at the end and Emily lost herself in the act, not even thinking about anything past this bed or this moment. She didn’t care about her unfinished work or how she had been so quickly and easily made into the lover and plaything of the gorgeous couple. That didn’t matter, nothing mattered to her but the task at hand, nothing but pleasing Master and Mistress in any way she could.
She learned to love the taste and the feel and the scent of Mistress’ pussy and she came to understand how arousing this act was, came to enjoy what she was doing for the act itself and her mind opened completely. At the same time, she was very aware of Master’s cock moving through her body, spreading her wide and caressing every bit of her. With it she could feel the pleasure that was arising within her at the sensations. She moaned and squirmed as she feasted on Mistress’ offering, she looked up, across Mistress body to see the redhead looking down at her, smiling as a hand toyed with her hair. She was leaned back against Master’s chest, and he nuzzled into her throat even as he thrust deep into Emily’s body, a hand grasping her breast and kneading the firm, yielding flesh.
Emily wrapped her legs around him, lifted her hips to ease his way and she delved deep into Mistress’ cleft, tasting the bittersweet nectar and feeling the heat of her body. She moaned and licked, questing deeply with her tongue and then moving her mouth up and finding Mistress’ clit and suckling on the little button, making the redhead moan and writhe, turning her head to kiss Master as she climaxed, subdued whimpering making her sob and writhe. Seeing and feeling the climax that came over Mistress made Emily proud. She had done that, she had brought pleasure to this beautiful woman with her mouth and her eagerness and very little else. It was intoxicating and she wanted more, much more.
The kiss between the couple ended and Mistress looked down at Emily, sliding free, the young woman releasing her only reluctantly, then bending down to kiss her deeply, with more passion, more fire, more hunger and Emily was lost in the sensations of the moment. Master gripped her by the hips and lifted her bottom from the bed, pulling her in to meet each solid, firm thrust, pushing into her more rapidly and groaning as he did, the sound unbelievably arousing and Emily felt her pleasure rising… rising… rising… and then it exploded through her, making her cry out and arch her back, her hands coming up and clinging to the pillow as she sobbed her way through the most intense orgasm she had ever felt in her life. The pleasure of it was all consuming and she lost all track of time, all sense of self, all extraneous thoughts.
Emily had achieved, at least for a little while, what many sought their whole lives. She was living completely and utterly in the moment. Nothing and no one existed beyond where she coupled with Master and Mistress and while a very tiny part of her might have felt some guilt at that, she wasn’t even aware of that part of herself at the moment. All she was aware of was herself and her two lovers in the bed, where Master was filling her with his cock and Mistress was stroking her skin, kissing and suckling at a breast. She felt the scrape of teeth again, just a moment of pain, and then the pleasure seemed to redouble. When Master moved to suckle at the other breast, the little pinch of pain came again and the pleasure nearly killed her as she practically howled in release. Her eyes rolled back in her head and the world abruptly vanished as she fell from the heights of pleasure and into the depths of unconsciousness.
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She came back to herself with her heart still racing, her body still slick with sweat and her skin still aching for their touch. She licked her lips and looked around for them, and saw that she lay between them, Master to one side, Mistress to the other and Emily smiled languidly as she looked to them and felt them touching her again, their hands caressing, their eyes roving her body. They had her squirming and writhing in the sheets within seconds and she sighed and panted for breath, her body feeling cool and weak as she gripped the sheets and touched them, touched herself and gripped the sheets again, unsure of what to do with her hands. Her legs shifted and kicked at the sheets, spread apart to invite them, only to press together again as her pussy ached for attention.
Mistress laughed, a low, throaty chuckle of amusement, and Master simply smiled. They were clearly enjoying what she was feeling, and they enjoyed tormenting her with their touches, caressing her skin with just a single fingertip, tracing across her breast but not quite touching her nipple or aureole. Mistress leaned in as if to kiss Emily, but she stayed just a bit away from the young woman, smiling as Emily sought to close the distance between them, lifting her head and seeking the caress of the soft red lips. Emily whimpered and sobbed at the cruelty of it, pouting and turning to Master, beseeching him with her eyes and he simply smiled and winked at her in amusement. She bit her lower lip, her breath coming more quickly, her brows knitted and her body writhing in the sheets until Finally Mistress gave in with a laugh.
“Should I stop teasing you, Little One?” she asked rhetorically as her lips came to Emily’s before the young woman could answer.
Emily pressed into the kiss with all of the intensity she could muster. Her mouth working, her tongue seeking that of the redhead and again tasting that slightly salty, coppery taste but still thinking nothing of it. She felt Master slide closer and his hand grasped her breast, making her gasp into the kiss even as Mistress shifted over top of Emily, their legs a tangle, their hands grasping at one another. She felt the bed shift and Mistress moved from her mouth to her throat, then down along her neck to her shoulder and Emily saw Master kneeling behind Mistress, his hands grasping her hips, and as she slid back he pressed into her. Emily heard Mistress groan in pleasure as he filled her, and the young woman was a bit jealous of them both, that they should have each other this way and neither of them was focused completely on her. But the jealousy fled as quickly as it came and she forgot about it as she focused on them. The redhead lay against Emily, breast to breast, and they clung to one another as Master moved through her, drew groans from her and made her sob at the feel of him within her. The steady rhythmic movements rocking Mistress’ body and the redhead surged up suddenly and claimed Emily’s mouth with a firm, passionate kiss filled with more hunger and fire than the young woman had ever thought possible.
Emily returned the kiss with as much passion as she could and she held on to Mistress with both hands and both legs, but the redhead broke the kiss and the look in her eyes was beyond what Emily could comprehend. There was a hunger there that Emily had never seen, a passion that quite literally glowed within Mistress and Emily could only stare as Master drew the redhead back, down Emily’s body until Mistress suddenly lowered her head and placed a hot, hungry kiss on Emily’s pussy. The feel of it was instant and intense, Emily arched her back and cried out, moaning and sobbing as she clung to the sheets. When Mistress’ hands grasped hers, Emily clung to them like a lifeline, fingers laced through those of the other woman as Mistress showed her just how to pleasure a woman with her mouth. She delved deep, licking and sucking at Emily’s folds, delving her core and lapping at her nectar, drinking it down with a thirst that was palpable.
She found Emily’s clit and suckled at it, teasing it with her tongue and teeth, and Emily felt an orgasm rising again, very quickly as she looked down at Mistress looking up at her. The pleasure washed over her and she sobbed her way through it, her back arching and her legs spreading and then coming together as much as they could. Emily’s eyes rolled back in her head and her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she rode out her pleasure, Mistress never stopping her ministrations and feasting. It felt so good, so damn good that when the pleasure left her, Emily fell limp into the sheets, Mistress still licking and kissing at her pussy, Master still driving into the redhead and when Emily looked up at him, she saw him looking right back at her. Their eyes met and Emily suddenly orgasmed again, sobbing and quaking in the sheets, her legs trembling and her breath coming in ragged gasps, and all from the force of his look.
As her pleasure waned, she heard Mistress groan as her own orgasm crested and a moment later Master grunted as he thrust hard into Mistress, the two of them sharing a mutual orgasm. When they were spent, they sprawled across the big bed, Master in the middle with Mistress on one side and Emily on the other, touching here and there and exhausted. They were sated and their bodies hummed with the powerful pleasure they had shared. Emily was drowsy and sated, smiling as she relaxed with the couple and just enjoyed the contact.
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