Lesbian Fetish Mega Bundle, page 19
As I struggled to find something to say, Samantha turned her head to look at me. I gasped once more as I saw her face for the first time. Stuffed into her mouth was a wadded ball of black material. I knew, without needing to be told, that the material was a pair of Miss Winters’ pantyhose. And, furthermore, I knew instinctively that, somewhere in the room, there would be a pair for me too.
A wave of revulsion washed over me, a sudden need to flee and leave the place immediately. But something held me in place, a richer feeling that took the place of the visceral reaction that preceded it. Curiosity.
“Eyes forward please Samantha,” said Miss Winters from the couch and the other girl snapped her head around to face our boss. As she did, I studied her naked body - the flat of her stomach, her skin perfect and unblemished; the gentle rise of her modest breasts, tiny brown nipples taut and hard; and the soles of her feet, crossed behind her, the complex wrinkles of her arch maddeningly compelling. “Take off your coat and shoes please Monique and join Samantha on the floor. Quickly now!” she said.
I stepped over to the conference table and began to untie the band that held my flimsy coat in place. Then I shrugged it down over my shoulders and placed it over one of the chairs. I shuddered involuntarily, sensing the weight of Miss Winters’ stare on my back, suddenly feeling very self conscious.
“Turn around Monique, let me see you,” she commanded and I reluctantly turned away from the table to face her. “Lovely,” whispered Miss Winters as she studied my naked breasts. “Now take off your shoes and kneel, please.”
I lifted my foot and reached down, slipping the heel over my toes and placing it on the floor. I noticed a pair of strappy, black sandals beside the table, neatly placed together in a way that seemed intolerably erotic. Samantha’s, presumably, placed there at the behest of Miss Winters. I felt my heart racing, excitement and trepidation combined into a compelling buzz that caused my entire body to shudder. I slipped off the other shoe and placed it with the first. Then I stepped back across the room and lowered myself to the floor beside the other girl.
Once in the kneeling position, I glanced around and copied Samantha’s pose. Reaching behind myself, I crossed my arms and then straightened my back, pushed my breasts forward and looked up at Miss Winters, awaiting her next words. I could feel the presence of Samantha to my right, the warmth of her skin, the occasional soft touch as our upper arms brushed together. I wondered what part she had in all of this and how I fitted into it. I also felt a small stab of jealousy, as it seemed as though I would be forced to share Miss Winters’ affections.
After several minutes of silence, Miss Winters reached behind herself and plucked something from the sofa. She turned to face me and held her hand up, revealing a pair of tan pantyhose, deflated and pathetic looking without the shape of a female leg to give them life.
Miss Winters’ face screwed up with a look of mock regret. “I’ve been wearing these for the last few days Monique, I’ve been saving them just for you,” she said. “Now, open wide,” she commanded, and leaned forwards.
I considered refusing, backing away from her and her filthy hose. But I didn’t. Instead, I opened my mouth like a good little girl and allowed her to do what she wanted. After all, I was already naked and kneeling, a willing plaything of a perverted lesbian mistress. What possible difference would a pair of dirty pantyhose in my mouth make at this stage?
Miss Winters bunched up the flimsy nylon material into a tight roll and popped it into my mouth. I bit down on it, wrapping my painted lips around the soft material and allowing my tongue to explore this strange addition. There was only the faintest hint of taste to them, and it was not unpleasant. But the simple process of surrendering to her like this, to take something so intimate inside me, gagging me and smothering me, seemed so unbelievably thrilling. I felt a familiar warmth in my stomach and my pussy, and breathed out deeply through my nose, wondering what would happen next.
“Well aren’t you two a pretty pair?” said Miss Winters, turning on her heel and returning to the sofa. She sat back and crossed her legs, resting her hands on her lap. Then she studied us both, eyes dancing between us, greedily eying our breasts, our faces, our legs. I felt myself blush under the scrutiny, feeling suddenly very exposed and very vulnerable. I wondered what Samantha was thinking and longed to turn to her and ask. But I remained facing forwards, irrationally fearful of Miss Winters’ wrath. “My two pantyhose fuck toys,” she continued, removing any faint lingering doubt about her intentions towards us.
Slowly, she drew the tip of her tongue across her glistening lips and sighed. “What shall I do with you both?” she pondered, the dominant certainty in her voice giving way to a barely detectable hint of nervousness. I considered her words, playing them over again in my mind. It wasn’t my imagination, there was a hint of trepidation in her voice.
I realized then, or at least suspected, that Miss Winters was as new to this strange world as Samantha and me. She gave a very good impression of being completely in control, enough to seduce both of us with her powerful spell, but really she was finding her way, exploring these compelling urges on instinct alone. I relaxed a little, any lingering trace of my own nervousness fading from my mind.
Miss Winters studied us for a few minutes more, then stood and slowly walked from the sofa to stand behind us. I turned my head to follow her. “Face forward!” she snapped and I capitulated instantly. Seconds later, I felt her warm presence behind me and felt her knees brushing against my arms. Then she reached her hands around either side of my body and roughly cupped my breasts in her palms.
I exhaled, breathing through my nose, and closed my eyes. Her fingers fell to my nipples, already hard and sensitive, and tweaked them playfully. I became aware that I was moaning, a muffled cry through the pantyhose gag. Then her hands drew back and she lightly drew her index finger down my spine, causing me to shudder involuntarily. She reached the hem of my pantyhose and pulled at the elastic, allowing it to snap back onto my skin painfully. “Mmph!” I squealed, but held my position. Finally, I felt her fingers caress the soles of my feet, once only, from heel to toe and then her presence was gone.
Beside me, I sensed Samantha go tense. Her breathing quickened; short, sharp gasps through her nose and muffled moans, the mirror of my own. I chanced a looks sideways, straining my eyes to the right without turning my head. I could see the soft swell of Samantha’s breasts and Miss Winters’ slender fingers as they eagerly squeezed her fleshy orbs. I found myself longing to turn around, to see these two beautiful women play with each other properly, but I refrained, realizing that there would be time enough for that later.
Miss Winters completed her inspection and I sensed her pull back from Samantha. The girl beside me relaxed and I felt her upper arm come to rest against mine. Then I heard the soft clicking of my boss’s heels on the wooden floor as she stepped back around us once more.
This time, she stood directly in front of us, stopping inches from our faces so that I found myself staring at her thigh. Then she squatted down and reached forward, taking the pantyhose gags from our mouths. Both Samantha and I breathed deeply, sucking the air into our lungs. Miss Winters smiled at us, her eyes flicking between our faces.
“Kiss for me,” she said matter of factly, and then stood up straight and stepped back to the sofa. “Keep your arms behind you.”
I blinked at the sudden order, unsure about what to do next. I’d never kissed a girl, despite going down on Miss Winters during my review meeting. Somehow, the act of kissing seemed more intimate, more cherished even than licking a woman’s pussy. Yet I felt compelled to obey and twisted my body to face Samantha. The other girl looked similarly reluctant as she turned towards me. Our eyes met properly for the first time and I gazed into those deep wells of perfect blue. She lowered her head slightly and blushed a subtle red, the corners of her mouth raising in a shy smile. I felt my pulse quicken, and suddenly wanted her with all my heart, to kiss her wet lips, to taste her tongue on mine.
I leaned forwards, still remaining on my knees with my arms behind my back and brought our mouths together. We touched, a brush of skin so light and tender that it was almost sensed rather than felt. I gasped as a sudden jolt of electricity flashed through my body. The sensation was exquisite; soft and warm and wet. I leaned forwards, hungry for more and found Samantha reciprocating. The other girl parted her mouth and pushed her lips against mine, then her tongue darted forwards and met my own. Hungrily, we licked at each other, our tongues rolling together.
Inside me, a war of instincts raged. I wanted more than anything else to wrap my arms around this beautiful girl, to hold her in my embrace and feel the soft warmth of her body against mine. Yet this desire conflicted with another, one that was subtle and difficult to identify. The need to obey, to follow the orders of my insatiable boss to the letter. The latter instinct won out, and my hands remained behind my back.
The kiss continued, deep and passionate. Our wet mouths danced together, eager for as much as the other as possible. I savored it, relishing the way our lips slid against each other, the way her breath tasted minty and fresh in my mouth, the sticky wetness of her lip gloss. It was unfathomably pleasant and I wanted it never to end.
“Stop,” came a sudden shout. “Kneel back,” continued Miss Winters, and both Samantha and I fell apart, breathing heavily and stealing coquettish glances at each other. We sat back, returning to our submissive kneeling positions and I realized, for the first time, that my pussy was dripping wet and the crotch of my pantyhose was damp and warm.
“Okay, what next?” purred Miss Winters. She eyed us both, a greedy glint in her eyes, then sat back in the sofa, stretching her legs out towards us. “Worship my feet,” she whispered.
To my right, Samantha moved without hesitation, falling forward onto all fours and crawling towards our boss. Kinky bitch, I thought, admiring the view of her nylon covered ass as she crawled away from me. Then I joined her, crawling forwards, not wishing to be seen as the weaker of Miss Winters’ assistants.
Like perfect mirror images, Samantha and I took a leg each and raised them before us. I glanced at the other girl and found her gazing lovingly at Miss Winters’ foot, lightly stroking her fingertips across the soft pantyhose of her lower leg. I turned back to the foot that I held and did the same, drawing my nails over the delicate nylon covered flesh, relishing the way that Miss Winters’ breathing changed as we both lavished our attention on her. My fingers reached the delicate strap of her heel and I began to unfasten the fiddly buckle. At first, it wouldn’t cooperate, the strap was small and my fingers were trembling with arousal and nervousness. I looked around and saw Samantha fighting the same battle and relaxed a little, relieved that it wasn’t just me.
“Take it slowly girls, we have all day,” drawled Miss Winters, and I’m sure that I detected a note of amusement in her voice.
Eventually, the strap came loose and I slid the nude colored heel off her foot. Beside me, Samantha did the same and we both held Miss Winters’ stockinged feet before us. I stared at it, transfixed by her wiggling toes and the softness of her sole. With a single finger, I dragged a painted nail up from her heel to the tips of her toes and she squealed out loud, pulling her foot away from me. I held her fast, wrapping my hand around her ankle and pulled her towards my mouth. Then I lightly kissed her big toe, staring at her and studying her reaction.
Miss Winters had sunk back into the soft cushions and was sucking on her index finger. Her eyes were flicking between her feet, unable to settle on either Samantha or me for more than a few seconds. She was like a child in a candy store, greedy and eager and desperate for more. This thrilled me, the idea that I was giving pleasure to this compelling woman through such a simple act. But even more, the closeness of her, the sensation of her foot in my mouth, the maddeningly overwhelming taste of her, all combined to provoke my own desires. I felt a warm presence gather in my pussy, pulsing waves of intense enjoyment rippling out along my legs and my arms.
I pushed forwards, desperate for more, sucking down on her toes and lapping at her sole with my hungry tongue. Beside me, Samantha was lost in her own private world. I glanced around and saw the pretty blonde frantically kissing and licking Miss Winters’ other foot, nibbling the arch gently then returning to take her toes between her lips.
For endless minutes we worshipped her, soaking her pantyhose with our saliva until the delicate material was dark and wet. Then, as one, we both shifted, lifting her feet above us and kissing our way down the backs of her legs. Miss Winters moaned loudly as our intent became clear, and parted her legs. I gazed downwards, hungry for my first view of her pretty pussy.
I gasped as I realized that she was wearing crotchless pantyhose. The dainty hosiery stretched to her waist, but was open between her legs, a frilled void that spanned her pussy and ass, exposing that sweet geography to us both. As I licked and kissed at her calf, Miss Winters laid a slender hand on her sex and parted her lips with her index and middle fingers, revealing the pink wetness within.
I heard Samantha gasp beside me and sensed the other girl pick up her pace, slithering her tongue down Miss Winters’ long leg as she made for the prize. With a sense of urgency, I began to move faster myself, desperate for the sweet taste of my boss’s pussy but keen to not neglect my duties.
Suddenly, Miss Winters pulled away from us and wrapped her arms behind her knees, pulling her legs back around her head. “Girls, girls, slow down,” she breathed, “there’s plenty for everyone.”
I gasped as I looked down, seeing what she meant. Between her raised legs, I caught a glimpse of her pink pussy and her asshole, gaping before us, beckoning us forwards. I shifted forwards, sliding up onto the sofa beside Miss Winters. Holding my hair up, I leaned forwards until my mouth was inches from her pussy hole, then I breath deeply, taking in the cloying scent of her desire. At the same time, Samantha shuffled into position on the floor, lowering her head and placing her hands on each of Miss Winters’ ass cheeks. Then she spread them apart and plunged her tongue forwards, a look of eager desire on her face.
As Samantha began work on our boss’s asshole, I wasted no more time and locked my mouth on her pussy, drawing her labia into my mouth and sucking hungrily.
Miss Winters screamed out, unable to control herself as her obedient assistants fucked her holes with their tongues. I flicked my eyes upwards, and studied her face, locked in the rapture of ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her mouth was open, panting and moaning with every eager touch. As I watched, her hands began to roam over her body, dipping under her blouse to caress her stomach and roughly kneading her breasts. Then I turned my attention back to her delicious pussy and pressed my tongue on the throbbing bulge of her clitoris. She writhed beneath me, pushing her hips up into my face, unable to escape the attention of my mouth.
To my right, Samantha’s face was buried in Miss Winters’ ass, stabbing at her hole with her tongue, soaking it with her mouth. We briefly made eye contact as her head bobbed up and down, and I saw in her eyes such an intense look of enjoyment that it made my pussy surge, thrilled by the obvious arousal of the other girl. I felt a delicious warmth spread through my body, causing my arms and legs to tingle. The wave of pleasure pushed me forward, driving my tongue to new depths in her pussy, pulling her lips into my mouth and sucking harder than ever.
I sensed Miss Winters’ breathing begin to change. Short, sharp gasps that came quicker and faster with every passing second. I doubled down, swirling my tongue in tight spirals on her clit, pressing down harder until she screamed out, begging us to stop. “Oh shit, oh fuck! Oh god!” she cried out, not remotely concerned who heard her now. At the back of my mind, I began to wonder if the security guard ever did an inspection tour, but found that I didn’t really care. All that mattered to me now was the taste of Miss Winters and her endless pleasure.
Suddenly, her spine arched upwards. She pushed her head back and opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out. She reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back off her pussy. Her feet fell down and she pushed them onto Samantha’s back. Her entire body shook and writhed, arms and legs shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm raged through her. “Ahhhh,” she moaned, her voice becoming increasingly high pitched and frantic. I gazed at her, captivated by the sight of another woman’s moment of perfect pleasure, wanting nothing more than to join my own cries of joy to hers.
Then she fell silent and her body went limp. Her hand fell from my hair releasing me to slide off the couch to the floor beside Samantha. Her long legs stretched out between us and she panted heavily, as though she’d just sprinted a mile.
Unsure what to do next, we both kneeled before her, peering at her doe-like, awaiting her next instruction. In time, it came. With a voice that was barely a whisper, she breathed her intent. “Each… each other,” she spoke.
Without needing to be told a second time, I turned to Samantha and found her doing the same. For an eternity of seconds, we studied each other, both stalking our prey like hunting tigers. Then we pounced, setting upon each other with a furious intensity that was driven by insatiable lust. My hands clawed at her body, grabbing her breasts, her hair, her face. Our mouths met and we kissed, pressing our lips together with a passion that was difficult to describe. I felt her breasts push against mine, the taut nubs of her nipples brushing against my own and causing shards of electric energy to rush down my spine and inflame my pussy once more.
As our bodies writhed together, our excitement grew. Our clinch became more of a grapple than an embrace, a frantic battle for fulfillment where there would be no loser.
Then, with a strength that surprised even me, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to the ground, laying her on her back and pinning her in place with my hands. Then I swung my leg over her head and kneeled over her face, propelled forward by instinct alone, never stopping to think or consider what I was doing.
