by Ella Ford
“I have an excellent idea,” said CJ, “why don’t you stay for dinner? I think you’ll really enjoy what’s on the menu tonight.”
Chapter 4
An hour later, and the four of us were in the large dining room in the east wing of the house. After the encounter in the living room, CJ had sent Sarah and me off to ‘get ready for dinner’, which was a code that we both knew well.
Hurriedly, we’d got to our feet and headed off to the master bedroom to prepare ourselves. In that moment, there was no hierarchy between Sarah and me. We were simply CJ’s slaves, and responded as equals to her sordid whims. Once in the bedroom, Sarah had stripped me down until I was completely naked and I had helped her out of her high, wedge sandals. For a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of us in the full length mirror beside the dresser. Two naked girls; Sarah pale and petite, with small breasts and slender legs; and me, taller and tanned, with full breasts and wide hips. A surge of desire rushed through me as I pictured us together, and I turned to Sarah and kissed her deeply.
She responded at first, meeting my tongue with her own, pulling me close with her arms until our breasts squashed together between us. Then she pushed me away with a shy smile.
“CJ wants us to get ready, we shouldn’t keep her waiting,” she whispered, but I sensed that she wanted more, wanted to continue the kiss and what lay beyond. But the will of her dominant wife overrode everything and she held back, delaying her gratification until later.
She blinked twice as if to clear her head, then stepped over the room to a tall dresser and pulled open one of the drawers. She rummaged inside for a second then pulled out a handful of delicate material.
“Sit,” she said with a surprising amount of command, and I turned to the bed and perched on the edge. Sarah stepped back towards me and lowered herself down to kneel at my feet. Then she took my ankle in her hands and rested my foot on her lap. Slowly, with great care, she began to slide a sheer, black stocking up my leg. The thin hosiery had a dark seam up the back and she took great pains to ensure that this was straight.
I gazed down as she worked, captivated by the concentration on her face as she worked the stocking up my thigh, thrilled by the electric touch of her fingertips on my warm skin. Finally, she reached the top and fussed the elasticated top into position until she was completely satisfied. Then she turned her attention to my other leg and repeated the fetishistic ritual.
Eventually, she sat back and teased her fingertips across the soft top of my feet, then looked up at me and smiled, her expression rich with longing. “Your turn to do me,” she said and handed me the remaining stockings from the floor beside her.
We switched places. She perched on the bed and I kneeled at her feet, instantly thrilled by the submissive position and the proximity of her body. I repeated her actions, first taking her tiny foot, and then proceeding to roll the stocking up her leg. For herself, she’d selected white rather than black, a delicate color that made her look virginal and pure. Combined with her childlike face and slender body, the delicate hosiery made her seem deliciously innocent and gloriously corruptible.
I wondered if this was part of her plan, to create a sordid dichotomy between the pair of us - two contrasting dishes of lust and innocence.
“Does CJ want us to wear shoes tonight?” I asked as I rolled the second stocking into place and tried desperately to avoid glancing at Sarah’s pussy.
She thought for a second. “No, she likes feet, so let’s go barefoot tonight,” she said with a mischievous smirk. “Come on, they’ll be waiting for us,” she added and jumped to her feet.
She took my hand and started to leave the room, but I held her back. “Wait,” I said, not entirely sure what I wanted. She turned back to me and we stood facing each other for endless seconds, the tension in the room close to boiling point. “I just… I think I…” I began, overcome with a need to tell this woman how I felt about her, suddenly realizing for the first time that this burning need within me went beyond simple lust or the need to serve her.
She raised a finger to my lips and touched me gently. “Shh,” she breathed, “I know.”
And with that, she led me giggling out of the room and down the hall, to the dining room where CJ was waiting for us with Anna.
Dinner was served.
Anna and CJ sat at the table and studied the feast before them. Sarah and I had climbed up onto the sturdy, mahogany surface and positioned ourselves in the middle, kneeling with our hands crossed behind our backs facing the hungry pair.
I glanced down at Anna. My best friend looked bewildered, swept up into a world she barely understood by the irresistible force of CJ’s personality. I felt a pang of sympathy for her, but the feeling was soon washed away as I noticed her eyes flicking between Sarah and me, lingering on our stockinged thighs, our breasts, our shaven pussies.
“Tell me, Anna, have you ever eaten a woman’s pussy before?” said CJ beside her. The icy blonde reached across the table and lightly caressed her wife’s thigh causing Sarah to sigh and moan.
“I… yes… sort of…” replied Anna.
CJ turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “Sort of?” she asked with a note of amusement.
Anna blushed and looked down at the table. “Yes. In college. I didn’t really know…” she said and fell silent, face glowing bright.
“So you like girls?” she CJ, not caring about Anna’s obvious discomfort.
“Y-yes,” said Anna. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine and I peered down at her, wondering what she was thinking, wondering why she hadn’t fled from this house and never looked back. I scolded myself for my naivety. She stayed for the same reason I stayed all those weeks ago, I thought to myself. Curiosity, hunger, desire… CJ.
“You look uncomfortable dear,” said CJ, reaching over and placing a tender hand on Anna’s upper arm. “Why don’t you take off those clothes and try to relax.” Her tone was friendly and warm, but there was something in the way she spoke that made it quite clear that this was not a suggestion.
Anna turned to CJ and blinked, surprised by what was asked of her, obviously noting the same vibe that I had. “I… yes, okay,” she said and stood up from the table. With a few deft motions, she whipped her t-shirt over her head and slid free of her bra, then pushed her shorts and panties down her legs and kicked them away with her white sneakers.
Then she returned to the table and sat down again.
From where I kneeled, I peered down at my best friend’s body with hungry longing, noting for the first time in our friendship the firmness of her breasts and the way her nipples perched atop those magnificent globes, taut and rigid with her own desire.
“Now,” smiled CJ, turning back to the pair of us. “Tonight we are serving the house special. ‘Kneeling Slut Pussy’, a delicious recipe of my own creation. It comes in two flavors: the brunette,” she reached forward and touched Sarah’s knee tenderly, “and the blonde,” then she reached her other hand across to touch mine. The pair of us shivered in unison.
CJ turned away from us and faced Anna. “Before you decide which one you want to try first, perhaps an aperitif is in order?” she asked. Anna nodded numbly, seemingly barely aware of what she was agreeing to.
CJ rose to her feet and stepped across to stand before Anna’s naked body, then bent her body at the waist and leaned to touch her mouth onto my friend’s. Anna gasped, shocked by the sudden kiss, but she soon relaxed and allowed CJ to probe her mouth with her tongue. The pair settled into a frantic rhythm, lips sliding together with ravenous desire. CJ’s hands rose to meet Anna’s face, gripping her tightly while the older woman devoured her mouth. Anna allowed herself to be kissed, her naked chest and neck flushing with desire.
Then CJ stood up and stood over Anna who sat with her eyes closed and her mouth still parted, panting and breathing hard. CJ’s bright red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, making her look dishevelled and slutty.
CJ stepped away from the table and began to undress, slipping
out of her cream jacket and dark blouse. As she removed each garment, she folded it neatly and placed it on the floor. The three of us watched in rapt fascination, Sarah and I kneeling on the table, Anna sitting in front of us, still panting from the breathless kiss that she and CJ had shared.
The icy blonde looked back at us, smirking to herself, obviously enjoying the attention of her willing pets. Then she reached down, unzipped the tight skirt and shuffled it down her thighs. All that remained were her tan pantyhose - a curious affectation that she always wore, always with no panties - and her nude heels. She elected to keep these on, and reached down between her legs, stroking her painted fingertips across the thin material that covered her pussy.
“So, Anna,” she began, “which of these delightful dishes will you try first?” She waved her hand over the table at the pair of us.
Anna glanced around looking first at Sarah, then me. Then she turned back to face CJ and opened her mouth to speak, but then fell silent.
“Can’t decide eh?” smiled CJ. “Not to worry, there’s plenty to go around,” she purred. “Why not start with Leanne and try Sarah later?”
“She… she’s my friend…” protested Anna weakly, glancing around at me apologetically. I felt a forbidden hunger rise in my throat, a curious need that was new and different. I’d known Anna for years, and had never felt anything other than friendship for her. But the prospect of having her touch me, having her taste me, suddenly filled me a thrill that was hard to quantify.
I met her gaze and stared back at her lovingly, silently conveying my need, my longing, letting her know that I was hers, if she wanted me.
“Oh nonsense, we’re all friends here,” drawled CJ. “Now eat that fucking pussy,” she added with a serious edge that made it clear she was tiring of the delay.
“Y-yes, CJ,” replied Anna, the weight of the order seeming to free her of the responsibility of conscience.
“Leanne, present yourself,” snapped CJ, pointing at the table in front of Anna.
I fell sideways and swung my legs beneath me, muscles crying out as they were freed from the kneeling position. Then I shuffled my bottom forwards until it was up against the edge of the table. Reaching forward, I hooked my hands around my thighs and pulled my legs back towards my head, presenting an inviting meal of pussy and asshole to my best friend.
Anna sat back and defensively covered her breasts with her arm and held her hand to her face. She peered down at my waiting lips with a mix of hunger and reluctance on her face. As a final, feeble protest, she turned away and looked at CJ. CJ pursed her lips and gazed back at Anna, and nodded a single time.
Anna turned back to me and met my gaze. I smiled at her, beckoning her forward with my eyes. She smiled back and I sensed her relax. Then she leaned in and briefly touched her lips to my pussy, a tender kiss with no real pressure. That momentary touch sent shockwaves through my body, amplified by the forbidden nature and the nervous warmth of Anna’s mouth.
My friend seemed to sense my arousal and she leaned in again, touching her mouth to me harder this time, flicking her tongue out and tentatively exploring my lips. I rolled my head back and moaned, overcome with a wave of intense pleasure.
To my right, I sensed movement and glanced around. Sarah was shuffling forward to lay beside me, positioning herself for CJ as I had for Anna. I leaned my head towards her and our lips met, then locked together, lips sliding together, the delicious taste of her tongue flooding my body with tingles of ecstasy. Then CJ clamped her mouth on her wife’s hungry pussy and Sarah turned away from me, distracted by the sudden attention on her sex. I watched as she coiled her stockinged legs around CJ’s head, the act seeming uncharacteristically dominant for the winsome girl.
I turned back to Anna. My friend was busy with my own pussy, concentrating her attention on my quivering hole. She sat up and grinned, her mouth slick with my wetness. Then she took hold of my foot and began to lick my soft sole and suck on my toes. I moaned out loud, encouraging her on with my eyes. She seemed to become lost in her actions, attacking my foot with a furious hunger. I moaned again, demanding further attention on my pussy like an impudent child. Anna responded with her hand, dipping her fingers between my lips and dragging her tips through that damp chasm. Then she reversed her touch and pushed two fingers into my quim, swirling her wrist and stretching my hole until I squealed with pleasure.
She began to move her hand back and forth, two fingers becoming three as I loosened up. I screamed out, feeling the twin pleasures of her hand inside me and her warm mouth on my foot. I turned to my right and found CJ and Sarah locked together, Sarah writhing on the table, frantically kneading her tiny breasts and panting.
I felt myself overcome by the erotic scene that I was a part of. Four women, endless naked flesh, tongues and mouths working together on soaking pussies. The air was thick with the stink of arousal, rich and musky and vital, it was an intoxicating cocktail that thrilled the senses. I felt my pussy throb, radiating pulses of liquid pleasure out into my body, causing my skin to prickle with gooseflesh and my aching limbs to tremble and shiver.
I struggled to hold it back, wishing to prolong the feeling for as long as I could.
Above me, Anna finished with my foot and dived back into my pussy, dropping her mouth to my clitoris and keeping her three fingers inside me. With a surprising skill, she began to lick my throbbing mound and tickle my g-spot with a relentless rhythm, sending wave after wave of overwhelming sensation through my body.
I threw my head back and cried out, begging her to stop, begging her not to stop. She continued onwards, increasing the force of her tongue, quickening her pace and deepening my pleasure. I glanced down at her, head bobbing up and down between my legs. She lifted her eyes and met my gaze, and I saw only hunger there, a deep longing. She wanted this as much as I wanted this, as much as CJ and Sarah wanted this.
Faster and faster she began to move, quick motions of tongue and finger, whipping me into a frenzy until I could barely think. My body bucked and writhed, thrashing about on the table, hands reaching out to paw at Sarah, grabbing her breasts, her arm, her neck. I wanted only the sensation of touch, a perfect compliment to the endless assault on my pussy.
I became consumed with a sudden urge, a frantic longing to come on my friends face, to join us together in my moment of climax. I turned inwards, closing my eyes and concentrating on the looming orgasm that boiled inside me. I beckoned it forwards, releasing myself into it, allowing the mounting wave to wash over me, to wash me away.
My pussy exploded! A sudden burst of furious energy that lifted my body off the table, arching my spine until I felt as though it might snap. I gasped, overcome with the raging torrent of power that set my muscles rigid and nulled my senses. With alarming pace, it built to a stratospheric peak and I feared it would never stop and I would be lost. My mind flailed around for purchase, seeking shelter in rational thought, away from the boiling maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.
And then it ended. My body collapsed back and my arms fell to my side, devoid of animus and energy. I looked around at Sarah and found her locked in the rictus mask of her own orgasm. She reached down and gripped my lifeless hand, seeking the anchor of our love to hold her in place. Then she too was finished, a spent ruin, her body useless and used.
CJ sat up from her wife’s pussy and touched the corners of her mouth with her thumb and forefinger. “Anyone for dessert?” she asked, with a hungry drawl.
Then she stood up and stepped back.
“On the floor girls, let’s go into the living room,” she commanded. To my surprise, Anna reacted instantly, sliding forward off the chair to her knees and then leaning over onto her hands. CJ smiled at her and reached down, stroking her behind the ear as she might a well behaved dog. “Good girl,” she purred and Anna looked up at her with lustful adoration.
Sarah and I groaned, and coaxed our bodies into life. As one, we rolled over and sat up, then lowered ourselves to the floor bes
ide Anna. I looked around at the three of us, each one on all fours. Three willing pets of CJ, her obedient slaves. The thought thrilled me and, as CJ set off to walk to the living room, I padded along beside her enthusiastically, scampering to keep up with my demanding mistress, naked body brushing against Anna and Sarah.
As we reached the living room, CJ pointed at a spot in front of the couch and the three of us lined up, kneeling back on our heels and awaiting her orders.
The tall blonde lowered herself down and straightened her spine, peering at us as we stared back at her. Despite her nakedness, despite the glistening remains of her wife’s desire still drying on her mouth, she still appeared as calm and composed as ever, her bare flesh only adding to her overwhelming presence. I looked up at her adoringly, feeling a mix of love and fear, wanting at that moment only to satisfy her, to grant her every wish.
She leaned back and lifted her right leg onto the couch, then began to stroke her fingers back and forth over her pussy, pressing through the thin gauze of her pantyhose. Suddenly, she took hold of the damp material and ripped at it with her long nails, tearing a hole across her crotch and exposing her pussy to us.
The three of us gasped in unison as her shaven mound was revealed, a mix of surprise at the destruction of her pretty hosiery and delight at what awaited us.
“Who wants the pussy?” she purred, spreading apart her lips invitingly. We all sat forwards, none of us speaking, all of us desperate for that forbidden taste.
She studied us all, eyes crawling across our breasts and our naked pussies. “Anna, won’t you join me up here?” she said, patting the couch beside her.
Anna moved without hesitation, crawling up onto the couch and nuzzling in beside CJ’s body. CJ turned her head and kissed my friend, allowing Anna’s hands to rest on her breasts and playfully squeeze her nipples. Then she turned back to Sarah and me.