Elise hesitated.
Rose slapped the back of the girl’s hand with her crop.
Elise winced and pulled it away. Perhaps if she co-operated Rose would leave her alone to finish what she had started.
“Show me your fingers,” Rose demanded.
Once again Elise felt her face burning with embarrassment. She lifted her sticky wet fingers. Rose immediately snatched them up, leaned over and slowly licked each one with her thick tongue. Elise instinctively tried to draw her hand back; however, Rose grinned and kept her firm grip while continuing to lick. Again Elise tried to pull away. This time Rose released it.
“You taste good, slut.”
Then looping her fingers into the ring attached to Elise’s collar she dragged the girl across the room. Elise spluttered, as her collar pulled and tightened around her neck. Rose released her grip then stood there shimmying up her skirt before sitting on the edge of the bed. Elise immediately recoiled. She could clearly see, from her position on the floor, that the woman wasn’t wear any panties! Her large purplish colored clit, covered with a frothy stickiness, protruded from between thick smooth flaps like some kind of grotesque mutant flower. Elise reeled back, only to have Rose tangle her fingers though her hair, and pull her forward again, forcing the girl’s face between her muscular legs.
“Lick, little slut, just like I trained you.”
Elise inhaled deeply as if by holding her breath she might spare herself some of the revulsion.
Rose smelled clean but with a very distinct and strong scent of arousal.
Elise parted her lips and pressed her mouth against Rose’s cunt. As that oversized clit filled Elise’s mouth, she couldn’t help but be amazed at its size.
“That’s a good little slut. Use your tongue now.”
Closing her eyes, Elise extended her tongue and lapped at the underside of Rose’s clit before tasting the tip.
“Now use your whole mouth.”
As she sucked Rose’s clit between her lips and teeth she could feel it throbbing against the roof of her mouth and tongue. “Bite it! Bite the bitch!” she told herself in an instance of loathing. “Yes, now…”
“Oh, yes, you’re such a good little slut.”
“Yes, I’m good,” Elise reminded herself. “I’m very good, and good little sluts do as they’re told.” She continued the tongue fucking with expert ease. Opening and closing her mouth, Elise pouted her lips up against the plump flesh, slurping at Rose’s wet cunt as if she were enjoying a ripe peach. Then as she felt the woman’s body quivering with heated excitement, an odd feeling of pride and power filled her.
Rose lay back on the bed, resting on her elbows and panting like a bitch in heat. She tossed her head back, her upper lip curled, she moaned then let out a labored cry. A rush a warm fluid shot out of her, wetting Elise’s face and dripping down her chin. Rose had climaxed.
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Elise’s back ached and she felt sweaty and dirty. It all felt like a disgusting dream; however, now that she had endured this humiliation perhaps she would be left alone? Yes, as soon as Rose had gone, she would take a bath, a long hot bath to rid herself of this woman’s touch and smell.
Rose stood up and smoothed her skirt down over her hips and legs. She then sat down on the bed again and addressed Elise: “You will stay there with your back straight, your head up and your legs spread for an hour.” She glanced at her watch, “your time begins now.”
Chapter Twelve – A Single Rose
To love someone so much that you can’t bear not be around them and yet to know that you can never hold on to them, is a terrible curse.
Rose leaned up against the doorway and gazed in at the two women, each so totally immersed in the other’s pleasure that neither noticed her standing there.
“Oh, yes! Yes, just like that, my sweet little slut.” Layla gripped the ends of the armrests and, closing her eyes, tossed her head back, allowing her long silky hair to cascade down behind the chair. Her lovely face, now glistening with delicate perspiration, flushed with pleasure.
Elise’s soft brown curls gently bounced as her head bobbed between Layla’s open legs, one hand placed on her mistress’s knee and the other rubbing and prodding her own sweet pussy.
“Elise, my sweet little slut, Rose has taught you well. Oh, yes! Yes… so very well!”
Upon hearing those words, a rush of pride filled Rose, and her lips formed a faint smile. Once again she had been responsible for Layla’s enjoyment, and nothing could possibly please her more.
Rose had been attracted to Layla the moment they had met. In the weeks that followed, she had been powerless not fall in love with her employer’s wife. Night after night she would lay in bed, fantasizing about Layla. Day after day her heart would break as she watched Edward and Layla together.
To care for someone so much that nothing else matters except their happiness… how many people experience that in their lifetime? Rose knew that kind love. To be able to comfort and care for Layla and have her depend on her for so much was an honor and privilege that Rose would have to always suffer.
The day Edward died Rose felt her heart would surely break – but not for him – for Layla.
Treasured memories of that evening when Rose had comforted and then seduced Layla came flooding back, and for a moment in her mind’s eye, she imagined herself sitting there with her mistress instead of Elise. She smiled wryly. A beautiful creature like Layla could never have feelings for a woman like her. Rose knew that, and so she had never spoken of that night since.
She stared wistfully at her mistress for a moment longer before quietly moving away from the door. Earlier Layla had mentioned she might like a chocolate torte for dessert. Rose would need to begin preparing it soon… And her bed… Rose had noticed the jasmine was now in bloom… Layla might like some sprinkled on her sheets… And the air was beginning to cool… Rose would needed to fetch a bucket of kindling in case Layla may need a fire to warm herself later… Yes, there was always so much to do.
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