by Ella Ford
“My darling wife,” she said and parted her legs invitingly. Sarah took the signal and moved forwards, bending her body and lowering her mouth to CJ’s pussy, plunging her tongue deep within it. I felt a pang of jealousy, a curious mix of emotions - resentment that I couldn’t please CJ’s pussy and hurt that Sarah was bound to our mistress with a depth that I could only dream of.
“Oh my,” gasped CJ, “slow down honey, there’s plenty of time,” she added and Sarah backed off slightly. “Leanne, your friend is waiting for you,” she said expectantly and lightly tapped Anna’s leg as my raven haired friend nuzzled her neck.
Anna parted her legs obediently and I shuffled forwards, kneeling beside Sarah and leaning in until my face was inches from my friend’s pussy.
I paused there, studying the unfamiliar geography of Anna’s labia. A momentary thought crossed my mind, holding me back. A curious reluctance and realization that I was approaching a point of no return. Once I ate her pussy, our relationship would never be the same. True, it might be better, strengthened by the complex desires between us. But it would never be quite so simple ever again.
I shook my head and banished these thoughts, allowing my aching need to taste her into my mind once more. Then I bent my head and kissed her moist lips.
Above me, Anna cried out, and I plunged my tongue forwards and lapped at her. She shifted her body, rotating her hips instinctively to allow me freer access. I coiled my arms around her muscular thighs and pulled myself forwards, locking my mouth on her lips. Like a heat seeking missile, my tongue found her clitoris, zeroing in on her swollen nub and flicking it repeatedly. She cried out, and I responded by moving my tongue quicker, swirling around her labia, sucking her wet flesh into my eager mouth, tugging at her, nibbling.
Anna thrashed and moaned, reaching out with clutching hands, grabbing at CJ, at Sarah, at me. She seemed lost in this new world of lesbian pleasure, awakened to sensations that had only been hinted at before. I watched her unselfconscious responses and exploited them, learning what she liked and doubling down in those areas. I flicked my tongue from side to side, squashing her throbbing clit over and over.
She began to moan, returning her hands to her own body and roughly squeezing her breasts. Beside her, CJ was lost in her own little world, her hands tangled in Sarah’s dark curls, urging her wife upwards and onwards.
I felt a surge inside myself, an inevitable response to this thrilling scene, and I sank my face deeper into Anna, my tongue a frantic blur now, slurping, lapping, pushing, pressing.
The cries from above became a constant cacophony; Anna and CJ’s voices joining to become a harmonious chorus of desire. The pair joined hands, slender fingers gripping together as they sought their mutual pinnacle of lust. In turn, I reached over and found Sarah’s hand, linking ourselves together as we worked.
Suddenly, both Anna and CJ screamed out. Their bodies fell apart, both reacting differently to the forces unleashed within themselves. Anna lurched to the left, her mouth falling open as she cried out. CJ lurched upwards, tightening her grip on Sarah’s head and grinding her hips against her wife’s face.
I pressed down on Anna’s clit one final time, savoring the final taste that I sensed would not be the last. Anna laughed out loud, begging me to stop as the orgasm rolled through her. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she repeated, her joyful mantra an involuntary response that she could not hold back.
And then, silence, but for the exhausted panting of CJ and Anna. The two women sank back into the sofa, limbs draped across each other’s bodies. I gazed up at the pair of them, two shattered husks, drained of life by the actions of our mouths.
A new feeling swept through me, replacing the hungry desire and insatiable lust. I felt adoration. Adoration for my friend, our bond now strengthened beyond reckoning, brought together by this sinful coupling. Adoration for Sarah, my sister in submission, my little mistress and soulmate. And adoration for CJ, the forceful personality that bound us all together.
In this moment, I felt complete, Part of an unorthodox family. I felt as though this feeling would never end, that there was nothing in the world that could tear us apart, lost in servitude and blissful surrender.
How wrong I was…
TO BE CONTINUED
Taking Their Maid
by Ella Ford
Chapter 1
As I tell my story - the honest account of my sensual submission to CJ and Sarah - I am increasingly aware of how it sounds, how it makes me look. I come across as sex-crazed, deranged with lust and desire, living a life of carnal fulfillment and decadent pursuits. I won’t deny that this was a large part of it. Life with the Goddards was intense and overwhelming, a never-ending quest to please and be pleased, to serve and obey.
But I want you to understand that there was so much more to it than that, that there was another side to my life as a maid, a side that connected to me on a deeper level than the simple physical thrills that my encounters with CJ and Sarah Goddard brought. It was a sense of belonging, of being a part of something that was firm and unshakable. Our relationship was not conventional, but it was solid and true, built on commitment and mutual respect. We were three sides of a triangle, each part essential to maintain the integrity of the whole.
Nothing is permanent though, and even the strongest structure is subject to forces outside of its control. Our relationship, a complex arrangement of mutual desire and lesbian servitude, would inevitably be tested, stretched to the limits of that fragile alliance. And when it was, the seismic shock would shake the very foundations of our steamy threesome.
“Kneel down here honey,” said CJ with sickly sweet intent. The blonde was naked except for a pair of shiny black stiletto pumps. It was unusual to see her without lingerie or pantyhose, especially during playtime, and I took the opportunity to admire her naked body.
She was an intimidating presence, whether clothed or not. Tall and slim, with toned arms and legs that betrayed the hours she spent in the house gym. Her breasts were modest and firm, with large brown nipples that were taut and hard, pointing back at me as I gazed at them. Her pussy, like Sarah’s and my own, was shaved bald, a pristine and unblemished expanse of smooth flesh that served to emphasize the thin slit that ran between her shapely thighs. As I watched, she stepped across the dimmed basement and bent to pick up some implement or other from the storage locker by the wall. As she dipped, I caught a glimpse of the bulging mound of her labia and the dark chasm of her ass. My heart skipped a beat, a pavlovian response to such a pleasurable sight. Then I fell to my knees as she commanded, resting on the velvet cushion that she’d thoughtfully placed on the hard wooden floor and stared straight ahead, captivated by the sight before me.
“Shuffle forwards please Leanne,” said CJ, returning to stand beside me, holding the object that she’d retrieved from the other side of the room behind her back. I resisted the urge to turn and see what it was, knowing that to do so would invite punishment. I would find out what it was soon enough, if it was her will.
CJ positioned herself behind me and firmly gripped my ponytail, urging me forwards on my knees. I allowed her to guide me, to position how she wanted, and raised my eyes to gaze hungrily at the third part of our sordid triangle: Sarah Goddard.
Sarah was dressed as I was, in simple black stockings and a delicate lace garter belt. She wasn’t wearing any shoes, and her pretty painted toes were wiggling and writhing back and forth in the air before me as her body swayed back and forth. The winsome brunette was bound in every way possible, her arms tied behind her back, her calves fixed to her thighs. She was gagged and blindfolded, and her body was suspended from a complex harness of ropes attached to large metal hooks in the ceiling above us, facing upwards, legs spread wide and her pussy facing me. As I watched, she rotated lazily, like a hanging lamp disturbed by a light breeze. The whole effect was both tranquil and harsh, my little mistress arranged and posed, held in place to act as an aesthetic fixture, a filthy decoration.
“Mmph,” she said, and I wasn’t sure what her muffled cries were trying to convey. A plea for release, to be sure, but release from what? From the harness? Or sexual release? I considered it for a second as I shuffled into position, before allowing the idle consideration to evaporate from my mind. Ultimately, what Sarah or I wanted didn’t matter. Only CJ and her sordid intent had any sway here.
I sensed CJ move behind me once more. She squatted down between my parted legs, her knees either side of my body. I felt the warmth of her presence and a hot prickle on my neck as she leaned forward and sniffed me with animalistic intent. Then she slowly dragged her slender fingers up my arms and across my back, scratching me lightly with her long, painted nails.
I gasped and shuddered, an involuntary response that caused a ripple of pleasure to surge through my body. I felt myself turn to jelly, muscles relaxing and contracting in subtle ways that caused me to lean backwards into her touch, a physical surrender of my body to her. Not for the first time, I found myself baffled by the effect that this woman had on me, the feelings that her mere presence conjured inside me. I longed to be as close to her as possible, to allow her whatever access and privilege she wanted. She was the custodian of my body, my soul, my entire being and I surrendered willingly to her.
Her fingers moved to my head and she plunged her hand into my hair, gripping me tightly. With a sudden yank she pulled me backwards towards her, angling my face upwards. She gazed down at me with a look of idle amusement.
“I have a present for you both,” she whispered and lifted her hand, revealing the object that she was holding. It was black and indistinct, difficult to make out in the dim light. Before I could speak or question her, she placed the object over my face and I felt something push between my lips and into my mouth. I struggled in her grip, suddenly needing to know what was being forced into me, but she held me tight. Then she pushed me forwards and began to fasten something around my head.
Finally, she released her grip and I shook my head, my racing mind struggling to process and understand what she’d done. I blinked and looked down, attempting to focus on the strange object attached to my face.
It was black and industrial, a wide rubber gag that plugged my mouth with a stabilizing mouthpiece and a thick strap that passed over my ears and fastened behind my head. The thing covered the lower half of my face, obstructing my mouth and forcing me to breath through my nose. But the strangest thing about it was hanging off the front: a five inch dildo, a rigid black rod that was moulded into the appearance of a throbbing, hard cock. It was bulbous and thick, rippled through with veins and tipped with a wide helmet that swayed back and forth before my eyes.
CJ moved to my left and squatted down. I turned my head to face her and the black cock rolled lazily to the side. Slowly, she licked my cheek, skirting the boundary of the rubber mask with her warm tongue, leaving a burning trail of wetness up the side of my face. I closed my eyes and allowed her to do what she wanted, resisting the urge to lift my hands and touch her.
Suddenly, she pulled back and turned my head forwards to face Sarah. She pushed me towards the brunette until the black cock brushed against her dripping pussy lips. Sarah’s body began to turn, rotating on the rope harness like a child’s hanging toy. CJ reached up and gripped her foot, turning her pussy back to face us and holding her in place.
“Breath deeply honey,” whispered CJ, leaning down and speaking into my ear.
I sighed at the proximity of CJ’s mouth and the sight of Sarah’s gleaming labia, so open and exposed, an inviting chasm that demanded exploration. I closed my eyes and breathed in through my nose, filling my senses with the intoxicating aromas that surrounded me. The all encompassing smell of CJ, her thick perfume and the subtle tang of her sweat mixing to form a heady cocktail of desire. And the rich scent of Sarah’s pussy, alive and vital, impossibly arousing and inviting. I felt myself go dizzy as I struggled to process the signals entering my nose and throat. So familiar, so forbidden, so invigorating.
From deep inside me, I became aware of a familiar ache. A dull throb that demanded attention, pulsing deep in my pussy with an insistent rhythm. If CJ’s will compelled me to stay in this complex relationship, it was this internal urge that held me in place. The pleasure of sexuality, fueled by a desire for sensation and the warm touch of female flesh. It felt so natural to me now that I didn’t shy away from the overwhelming feeling, instead embracing it with all my being, any sense that what I was doing was sinful or forbidden served only to gild the temptation with an irresistible edge.
“Fuck her cunt with your face Leanne,” said CJ in the kind of offhand way that you might ask someone to pass the TV remote.
Sarah moaned, responding to CJ’s filthy directive. She shifted in the harness, wriggling against the rope restraints and curling her nylon covered toes. I felt a rush of pleasure as she struggled, an unfathomably deep need that I longed to explore.
CJ shifted her hand and gripped one of the ropes that wrapped around Sarah’s hanging body, then she pushed my head forwards, forcing the black dildo into her wife’s pussy while she held her in place. I felt my stomach lurch, a sudden rush of vertigo as Sarah’s pussy rushed towards my face. I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut and fearing that my defenseless nose would collide with her pink flesh, but CJ stopped my motion just in time, impaling her wife on the thick cock until my face was half an inch from that damp mound.
Sarah cried out, a muffled cry of discomfort and pleasure, then CJ pulled my head back and slipped the black cock out. Sarah moaned again, a cry that was unmistakably pure pleasure this time, a demand for more. Without hesitation, I felt my head plunging forwards, ramming the thick rod into the brunette, deeper this time, harder. I tried to relax, allowed myself to be used for pleasure, fighting the uncanny sense of dislocation and the alien feeling of fucking with my face.
In time, I felt CJ’s grip on my head loosen and I began to move without prompting, driving my face forward and fucking Sarah with an insistent rhythm. I began to relish the warm rush of air that was rich with her scent as it breezed over my nose with each powerful thrust into her pussy. From far away, Sarah’s muffled cries signalled her pleasure; short, sharp gasps pushed through the constricting ball gag at the apex of every hard thrust.
Distantly, I became aware of CJ’s absence. Her hand had left my head, satisfied that I was able to perform her will with a degree of autonomy. I wondered where she had gone, what intoxicating twist was she going to introduce to this depraved scene. But my thoughts were lost among the waves of hot pleasure that were washing over me with every deep thrust of my face-cock into my brunette lover’s gaping pussy.
I felt myself falling into a quickening rhythm, driving my head forward and pulling it back with dizzying pace. I was overwhelmed by the debilitating sense of it all. The sound of Sarah’s moans, the smell of her desire, the immaculate friction of the slick length entering her stretched pussy. My notion of self extended to encompass the strange appendage that hung from my mouth, it seemed to become a part of me, fake sensations radiating from that tantalizing rod into my fevered body.
“Mph mph!” cried Sarah, thrashing about within the limits of the constraints. I reached up with my hands to steady her, disobeying CJ’s orders to keep my hands behind my back but needing to stabilize my prey. My hands fell on her feet and my fingers wrapped around her nylon covered soles. She felt warm and soft, a perfect juxtaposition with the industrial harshness of her restraint. I longed to turn to the side and taste her feet, to kiss my way up her calves, her thighs, to lick and kiss every inch of her perfect body. But my role was set, as was hers, and I continued to drive the black cock into her, faster and faster, provoking her to scream out in a constant chorus of pure pleasure.
Suddenly, Sarah’s body bent upwards, spine arching and head pushing back. I felt an unbearable tension settle on in her limbs, toned muscles turning rigid as a furious force raged through her tiny frame. A hot warmth splashed on my face as I rammed the plastic rod into h
er one final time, a sticky spurt that covered my nose and forehead.
“MMPH!” she screamed, twisting and turning, pulling at the ropes in a vain attempt to free herself. Then her entire body began to shake, every muscle appearing to tremble as one.
I’d never felt anything like it, the sense of the brunette’s moment of intense pleasure, a furious storm that was conveyed to me through the lightning rod that she was impaled on. I felt a lurch in my pussy, a sudden pulse of pleasure that filled my own body, urged on by Sarah’s writhing ecstasy. I gasped and longed to reach down and touch myself, to give myself the same release that Sarah was currently enjoying. But I held back, knowing that CJ would give me this release later if I was a good girl, if I obeyed her without question.
At once, the fevered quaking stopped and Sarah appeared to go limp in the rope harness. Her body swung languidly before me, my face-cock still deep within her. I pulled backwards, relishing the slickness of the appendage as it slid out of her exhausted pussy, dripping with her wet lust. With my heart beating heavily in my chest, I fell back on my heels and awaited CJ and whatever she had in store for us next.
After an eternity of minutes, CJ stood and wandered up to the pair of us, clapping slowly. The tall blonde had been sitting in a comfortable armchair at the other side of the opulent sex dungeon, watching her wife and her maid perform for her.
“That was very nice ladies,” she purred, moving to stand beside her suspended lover. She gazed lovingly at Sarah’s slack face, studying her as the glowing embers of the orgasm faded and cooled. Then she reached her hand down to the brunette’s pussy and dipped her fingers into those dripping lips. As I watched, she lifted her hand to her mouth and absentmindedly sucked on the tips, savoring the exquisite taste. “Did you enjoy it Leanne?”
“Mmph,” I replied, unable to talk clearly because of the face dildo.