| Hunger, Chapter 9 Ester was surprised that she could see into the driver's portion of the stretched limo through the windshield. Clearly there was nobody in there so she rapped firmly on the window near the rear door. The door opened and she sighed as she laid eyes on the tumbled golden curls of her erstwhile lover. The chauffeur was kneeling on the plush carpet but pushed herself back onto the rear seat to make way for the redhead to enter. Ester caught the subtle masked odor of cigar not quite covered by the vanilla air freshener and like scented cleaners used on the elegant cabin. Ester climbed expertly into the familiar surroundings and as soon as she was seated wrapped her arms around Kelly, burying her face in the driver's neck. "Oh God honey it's been so long," the heiress sobbed. "I know ... I know, I've missed you too," Kelly agreed stroking Ester's soft delightfully fragranced red locks. "You never called," Ester moaned snuggling deeper into the softness of the chauffeur's neck while encircling the curvaceous woman with her arms. "Right after you split with Harold I left town. I had to try to make it in Hollywood; I couldn't just let the dream die without taking my best shot," Kelly explained. "By the time I came back you'd moved on ... I thought you'd probably forgotten me." "You never called either," Kelly challenged. "I never knew how to contact you. Harold always arranged our sessions," Ester justified, hugging the woman who'd awakened the other side of her sexuality more tightly. She was noticing how the blonde's boobs pressed and molded to the inside of her forearm as she hugged the limo driver sort of sideways. Memories of those soft pliable mounds with their long suckable nipples invaded her mind and began to takeover. She hadn't come down here to play 'remember when'. She wanted to relive it—recapture it—whatever it was. Kelly twisted in her arms and now they were tit to tit. "So you would have called me if you'd known how?" the chauffeur and sometime Call Girl probed. "Of course," the casino Chairwoman attested. "We had something special." Chest to chest and gazing into each other's eyes old feelings flowed and percolated. Neither would later be sure who moved first—maybe it was simultaneous. Regardless their lips met tenderly just brushing at first lubricated by each other's lip gloss. Tips of tongues began to circle between the caressing lips. Ester ended her embrace and moved her hands to the front of Kelly's cotton blouse. Lips and tongues still gently caressing and exploring she began to work the limo driver's buttons loose. Kelly felt the nimble fingers beginning to undress her. Without even realizing that she was doing it she began to return the favor. When the last of the buttons slipped free they parted, each shrugging her own blouse back off her shoulders. Their eyes remained locked as their tops came off. They were exploring each other's soul. Kelly's white lace bra felt scratchy against her soft hands when Ester began to explore the blonde's very full breasts. The chauffeur once again followed the redhead's lead. She could clearly see the saucer sized pale pink areolas through the translucent material of the casino owner's sheer beige brassiere. Under her steady gaze, the dug of Ester's sensitive nipple deepened in color and rose, pressing urgently against the thin nylon. Each fondling the other's bra covered tits with their hands, their mouths re-engaged in the gentle sensual kiss that they'd been sharing before. When Kelly began to tease her erect red dugs with her thumb nail through the bra the pleasure wave made Ester groan and mash her lips more aggressively against the Call Girl's wide soft mouth. Kelly sucked Missus Winston's lips into her mouth while grasping the upper margin of the stretchy bra cups and pulling them down. With surprising ease the blonde was able to release the casino owner's melons from their covering. The thin cups folded and disappeared under the abundance of the redhead's boobs. Ester felt the coolness of the air on her naked breasts and it made her tortured nipples buzz like each contained a bumble bee trying to get out. Kelly broke their kiss and lowered her head to capture as much of her lover's huge pink areola as she could in her little mouth. Sucking on the tender flesh and rolling the protruding nipple with her tongue she simultaneously slid her right hand under the Ester's skirt. It was like approaching a preheated oven. The warmth emanating from the redhead's swollen vulva became more apparent the closer she got to it. Her over stretched bra straps were biting in so Ester hooked her thumbs under the bowstring tight strips above her breasts and slipped them off her shoulders. Kelly switched from her right to her left boob lavishing it with the same erotic stimulation. Her fingers grazed the crotch bonnet of Ester's thong panties. The combined delectation made the casino Chairwoman's head spin and her hips thrust forward to meet the intrepid hand under her skirt. The Call Girl had intended to tease the gasping woman through the thin silky material, but when the squishy dampness of her lover's pussy mashed on to her hand she was overcome by the urge to lick it. Slipping off the rear seat of the limo, the blonde was on her knees pushing the pleated skirt up around the semi reclined woman's hips so gracefully that it was like something out of a ballet. Sliding her arms under Ester's thighs and hooking them around Kelly was able to grasp the tiny piece of material covering the steaming crease and pull it to one side. Still far enough away to be able to focus, the kneeling woman visually drank in the hot pink pouting folds and inhaled the rich aroma of arousal, before plunging her tongue into the spongy gooey crease. Rebecca's plump, lightly furred peach split, revealing just a hint of its inner secrets. She lay across on the high bed smiling sideways at the enraptured lawyer with her cunt. The pubescent seductress had drawn her knees up and planted her heels up against her butt on the very edge of her bed. The position Jodie taught her. Craning her neck forward she was able to watch Mister Brisbane's manhood bob and sway as he approached her inviting spread. The maddening hum of her arousal had never gone away. It had just slipped into the background when she was getting intimately acquainted with male genitalia more than willingly provided by the casino board's member. Now, as her moment of truth approached her excitement mingled with fear of the unknown to produce an erotic high with surprisingly sharp edges. Ted Brisbane assessed the elevation and decided that it wasn't quite right. Reaching over he grabbed one of the pillows from the head of the bed. "Lift up a bit sweetie," he encouraged his underage partner. Digging her heels into the firm mattress Becky raised her hips so he could slip the pillow under her butt. The resulting forward tilt of her pelvis seemed to open her gash that much further. Looking down at the virgin pussy the lawyer was tempted to have a taste but the urgent ache in his balls told him that he didn't have time. Wiping the head of his dick up and down between the plump swollen outer lips he spread the lubrication. He nearly lost it again. The feel of the hot slippery folds on his hypersensitive glans made his head spin. Ted was amazed at his own rigidity as he waggled his dick against the virgin puffiness and found the entrance to the heavenly unexplored channel. Rocking his hips slightly forward, the compressive force on his member came as surprise—it wasn't going in. Rebecca enjoyed her guest's preliminaries and sort of wished that he would keep doing it. She couldn't decide if she liked the pressure she felt when the head of his dick entered her vestibule; it kind of scared her. He was pushing harder and it began to hurt. The thirteen year old was starting to think that this wasn't such a good idea after all. With her next gasping intake of breath she intended to tell him to stop, but the sharp burning tearing pain turned her protest into a blood curdling scream. When the tiny, fragile flap of protective skin ruptured Ted's manhood slid smoothly into the teenager's hot, slippery and incredibly tight vagina. He had experienced virgin pussy a couple of times before but not even previous experience prepared him for the velvet vise-like grip. Even the scream of pain couldn't penetrate his rapture. Accentuating the natural tightness of the unexplored channel was the fact that Rebecca's vaginal muscles clenched involuntarily as if to resist the intrusion. It was a good thing that the sharp searing pain lasted only an instant. Immediately following the brilliant flash of light on the insides of her closed eyelids, Rebecca felt an impending blackness and her level of consciousness dipped perilously low. What brought her back from the brink was the incredible and unique feeling of fullness in her cunt. The never before experienced sensation took her brain by storm. Her pussy was still stinging when she felt Mister Brisbane withdraw slightly and then plunge his rock hard member into her once again. The untouched inner walls of her vagina felt the caress of his thrusting member but the in and out motion tugged on her labia and made her tattered hymen sting. She wrapped her legs around the lawyer's waist and demonstrated surprising strength holding him deep inside and grinding their pelvic bones together. It was just enough. The clitoral stimulation combined with the novel full feeling catapulted her over the edge. When the white hot explosion erupted the ecstatic teenager squealed and pumped her pelvis double time. Her pussy spasmed rhythmically clamping down on and then releasing Ted's dick. It was the combination of the varying pressure, the girl's quick, almost violent pelvic gyrations, and the look of rapture on her face that did it. It was his turn to scream when his limbic system flooded his blood stream with the euphoria producing chemical mixture but the pain in his balls was so intense that he felt as if he'd been kicked in the nuts. The realization that he should have pulled out didn't even occur until he was crumpled on the floor massaging his aching testicles and moaning in harmony with the teenaged seductress on the bed. Egan watched the man's agony and empathized. Watching the whole encounter on the monitor in his office his only two regrets were that he didn't have a bigger screen and that he'd missed part of the scene at the suite's hall door because of a balky camera motor. He couldn't resist stroking his steel hard woody while watching the lawyer commit professional suicide. The communication transmitter on his desk was normally set to 'all'. He turned the selector so that only Bethany would hear him while still holding his pulsating dick. "I need you down here now!" the stunning blonde's ear piece received and amplified her boss's command. Slipping off the barstool at the side of the gaming floor her pussy and mouth watered at the same time as she made her way toward the elevator. The Security Director used the intervening minutes to copy the career decimating scene onto a blank flash-drive. Ester tasted her own cum on Kelly's face as they kissed lounging on the rear seat of the limo. They both still had their skirts on but nothing else. "I have to leave after the Board Meeting on Friday," the Chairwoman confided and felt her lover slump. "When will you be back?" the blonde chauffeur responded with a pathetic sigh. "That's hard to say," the busy heiress confessed. "I suppose once the bids are in for the expansion ... a couple of months..." Kelly couldn't hide her disappointment. Informing the driver of her plans resurrected the tension she was feeling over the up coming meeting. The tryst in the limo had been just the distraction she needed but now the desire to see how her plan had played out pushed all other thoughts aside. Ester got her bra back on and Kelly helpfully fastened it for her. She was buttoning her blouse when the blonde retrieved her panties from the floor of the car. "These are pretty wet," the kneeling chauffeur commented pressing the heiress's underpants to her nose. "Why don't you keep them ... as a souvenir," the Chairwoman offered opening the limo door. Outside the car Ester straightened her clothes using the limousine's opaque windows as a mirror. She bent and poked her head back into the car's open door. Kelly was still sitting on the back seat. The only thing between her and nakedness was the black uniform skirt. Bunched up around her waist it looked more like a wide belt than anything else. The blonde was wistfully holding the redhead's panties to her face. "I'll be in touch before I leave," Ester promised and blew the gloomy ex-Call Girl a kiss before closing the door. She enjoyed the way the relatively coarse material of the pleated skit rubbed against her tender bare ass as she walked toward the elevators. Having nothing on under her skirt was nothing new but it always gave her a naughty thrill just the same. Her tits and pudenda felt sticky from the combination of her juices and Kelly's saliva. The tissues from the limo hadn't really provided for an adequate clean up. 'I've got to make sure they're done before I go up, ' she thought as the private elevator doors opened on the security office level. 'I can't wait to get up stairs and shower.' It was only common courtesy to knock on her Security Director's door before entering. She heard Egan sort of cough and clear his throat before hoarsely inviting her in. "How did it go?" the casino owner asked. "Pretty much according to plan," he replied turning the monitor toward his guest. "See for yourself." The twenty-two inch flat screen showed her step daughter lying crossways on her bed; the school uniform plaid skirt crumpled up around her hips. Although Becky's breasts were covered most of the buttons of the white blouse were open, she appeared to be sleeping—or? There was a noticeable pink stain on the light colored bedspread, directly between the teenager's splayed thighs. "Is she okay," Ester asked with sincere concern in her voice. "Yeah I'm sure she's fine," Egan reassured his boss. "She's had quite an afternoon." "And you got it all?" "With back-up," the Security Director replied holding the memory stick out. Taking the flash-drive from his hand she said, "Make another one," and turned back toward the door. She never did know that Bethany was under the desk the whole time. The Director looked down at his assistant smiling up at him from the knee well of the desk. "Put your maid uniform on and check the salon camera in the Winston suite. It's not panning over its full range," Egan ordered. Bethany climbed out from under the desk with her usual fluid grace and headed for the little closet without saying a word. Back in her suite Ester wasted no time in making her way to her step-daughter's bedroom. Becky lay there with her eyes closed in very much the same position that she'd seen her in on the Security Office monitor. Sitting on the end of the bed beside the recumbent teenager she began stroking the tussled dark blonde hair. The blue eyes that she'd carefully made-up earlier that afternoon flickered open at her touch. "How was it?" The girl's exhausted looking smile spoke volumes. Let's get you cleaned up Ester suggested pulling upward on her step-daughter's shoulder. After ushering the wobbly girl into the bathroom she started the water running in the tub and squirted in a liberal dash of bubble bath. Ester thought that there was a dreamy quality to the youngster's expression as she stripped her and helped her into the warm tub. Becky squealed at the first contact of her pussy with the warm soapy water. Ester couldn't suppress a little chuckle. "I'm afraid it's going to be sore for a few days," the redhead advised in a motherly tone while she undressed. Slipping into the huge tub the luxurious warmth and fragrant bubbles enveloped her and Ester felt the tension in her muscles release. She hadn't been aware of how tightly she was holding herself. She laid her head back and focused on relaxing. "I don't think I'm a lesbian," the girl announced in a dreamy voice that matched her expression. "And why do you say that," the older woman probed as she began to wash. "I really liked having him inside of me ... it made me feel so ... so full." "You don't need a man for that," Becky's step-mother revealed. Seeing the youngster's quizzical look Ester add, "There are toys for that." Rebecca sat up straight. The unguarded statement by her more experienced bath-buddy stoked her imagination. "Do you have any?" Ester was immediately sorry she'd said it. 'I've really got to get a grip here, ' she thought. 'I was out of line the other night when I caught her with Jody; and using her to compromise Ted Brisbane was positively wicked. She's not even fourteen and she's my step-daughter for Christ's sake.' "Well do you?" Becky pressed for an answer. The Casino Chairwoman felt the tension returning. Raising her head to look at her step-daughter she finally responded, "Sweetie you're trying to go way too fast ... you've got your whole life ahead of you. Don't be in such a rush to grow up." Even as she was saying it Ester realized that she sounded just like a mother. The girl was silent. The disappointed pout was adorable but not moving. Ester finished washing, got up and grabbed a towel. "I've got some antibiotic cream that has some local anesthetic to use on your pussy," she informed the teen still in the tub. "You need to keep it extra clean for the next week or so. You really don't want an infection down there," the older woman cautioned as she wrapped the towel around her traffic stopping figure. Rebecca decided to get out before she started to prune. Some tiny remaining vestige of her modesty made her go over to close her bedroom door. Her step-mom was speaking and she wondered who might be there so she edged into the hall far enough to be able to eavesdrop. Hearing only one side of the conversation she concluded that her guardian was on the phone. "Can you come by this evening, so we can spend some time together before I have to go," Becky heard and wondered who she was inviting over. There was a pause while whoever she was talking to replied. "What if I hire you for the evening?" <pause- "Of course ... maybe you can loan your limo to another driver and make even more money," Ester said with a chuckle. "Good then it's a date. Come around seven and we'll get some dinner." Rebecca slipped back into her room when she heard Ester hang up. 'She invited the limo driver ... the one who brought us from the airport, I'm sure of it, ' the teen deduced closing her bedroom door behind her. 'I thought there was something between those two ... and that's Jodie's sister.' The overheard conversation between her step-mom and the Call Girl from that first night in town came flooding back. She hadn't really been able to capture it all in her post orgasmic haze but she'd heard enough. Becky pulled out one of her comfy worn-out and too small T shirt nighties—no panties, because she really didn't want anything rubbing on her tender coochie. She was retrieving her book when the rap came on the door. "Come in," she invited. Her step-mom handed her the tube of ointment as she'd promised. "Put some of this on now and then again before you go to bed," she instructed. "Tomorrow morning, after you wash really well do it again. This stuff works well, so by then you maybe feeling back to normal." Rebecca took the tube of salve and examined it closely as her step-mother spoke. She wondered if Ester was going to show her how to apply it. That though resulted in a little spasm, the spasm turned to a burn and the teen realized that she'd better leave it alone. "I have to go out for a while," the redhead in the Dior dressing gown informed. "I've invited a guest for dinner. I'm planning on eating here in the suite ... are you okay with that?" Rebecca nodded and Ester turned a left. Closing her door, the teen sat on edge of the bed with her nightgown hiked up to her waist. Applying a liberal dab of the soothing antibiotic balm to two fingers of her right hand she then dropped the tube on the bed so she could part her plump clam shell outer lips with the fingers of her left; being careful to apply the cream just around her opening. The tube read that the salve contained an anesthetic. She didn't want to deaden her whole pussy—just the part that was sore. The cooling medication went to work instantly. Becky was amazed and relieved when the persistent stingy burn practically vanished. After two circuits around her tattered opening it started to feel kind of good. With her heels on the edge of the bed up against her butt and her legs spread wide she was tempted to go in search of her teeny pleasure center—the one she'd needed the Call Girl's assistance to find—but she changed her mind. 'I don't want to deaden my clit, ' she reasoned. 'And besides if I keep this up my juice is gonna wash all the medicine away.' Rebecca was sitting on the couch in her T shirt style nightie reading when her step-mom kissed her on the head as she prepared to depart. She thought it was ironic that she was already starting to feel lonely watching her father's second wife leave the suite. 'When I was at school I would have killed for a little privacy and solitude. Now that I've got it, I don't like it ... I guess it's all in what you're used to.' The old adage: 'be careful what you wish for, ' occurred to her. Unable to get absorbed in her book she thought about turning on the TV. The luxury of having that choice was a little foreign—what would she watch? 'I could watch some porn, ' the teenager realized and shuddered. Recalling the conversation she'd had with her mom in the tub she thought, 'I bet she has toys stashed away in her room ... I can't use them right now but I can take a look.' There was no need to tip-toe into her step-mom's bedroom. No one was going to see or hear her but she moved with stealth nevertheless. The idea of what she was hunting for made her pussy twitch. Becky was overjoyed that it barely hurt at all. It was not difficult in the least. She'd watched Marguerite put away her mom's underwear so she went straight for that drawer in the bureau. The little box, which looked like a tiny aluminum suitcase, stuck out like a sore thumb among all the brightly colored silk, satin and lace. She lifted the pleasure chest out of the drawer and set it on top of the dresser. A little chill passed through when she noticed the combination locks on the catches. There was a warming wave of relief, followed by nervous excitement when she pushed outward on the release buttons and the latches snapped open. The tickle in her pussy felt pretty normal and painless as she laid the case open and scanned its unfamiliar but incredibly exciting contents. All of the toys were secured with Velcro straps. The aluminum box was obviously designed as a kit. On one side the biggest toy wrapped all the way around the perimeter of the case. Becky guessed that it was about two inches in diameter and nearly two feet long. She touched it and it felt sort of soft but firm and kind of gummy. It was an iridescent shade of pink. Both ends looked the same and the teen couldn't really fathom why it was made like that. The tips were obviously intended to look like the head of a penis, 'But why are both ends the same, ' she puzzled. She moved on to the toy that was in the center of that side. Strapped down in the middle of what should be the bottom of the kit it was a different representation of a penis. A bit bigger in diameter than the rubber snake-like thing that had first caught her attention. This one seemed to have beads all around the shaft and a funny looking thing sticking up from the body that looked a little like bunny ears. Rebecca would have been surprised at how close she came to the official name of the toy. On the other side of the molded interior of the box she saw the long black rubber toy dominating the center of the lid. She recognized the anatomical accuracy of the imitation phallus, making a mental comparison with Mister Brisbane's manhood. The helmet shaped head and corona were practically identical to the real one she'd just seen. Even the veiny-ness of the shaft was accurately depicted. The difference was that this one was about twice as big as the lawyer's. 'Do they really come that big ... in real life?' she shivered at the thought. The base of the thing looked like a wide suction cup but it had slots in it. The harness secured with a Velcro strap beside the life-like dildo meant nothing to her. If the inspiration behind the black sexual plaything was obvious the thought behind and the use of the purple rubber wand beside it was much less so. It had the wide flange base with slots, like the replica cock, and it was close to the same length but that's where the similarity ended. The tip was tapered like a blunt cone and the ten inch length was like a series of balls, about the size of 'jaw-breakers'. Above the black phallus and the esoteric purple thing were three molded depressions; the one on the right was empty. The left one contained a bone colored plastic cylinder with a tapered tip. It was smooth and hard to the touch. It resembled a very long bullet more than a penis, but it was close to the size of the only cock she'd ever seen. The center of the top row was occupied by the tiniest of the box contents. Not much more than an inch in diameter and very short, maybe two inches long, the perfect cylinder had four little balls or beads on one end. This component of the pleasure chest fascinated her as much as the long slim bumpy thing beside the imitation cock because of its incomprehensible use. The custom molded impression in the case's foam lining that was empty was roughly the same size as the midget mystery cylinder. That was the one Ester carried in her purse. Bethany used her pass key card to enter the owner's suite. She knew Missus Winston was out. When the casino owner was in town the staff always knew exactly where she was. Security kept close tabs on her movements and shared the information with each other via the omnipresent ear pieces. The rest of the staff got their heads-up from a well established grapevine. The Assistant Security Director was among the first to know that the owner had left her suite. As long as the young Miz Winston wasn't in the salon she could quite possibly perform her repair to the camera and be gone without disturbing or inconveniencing the owner's daughter at all. The security operative was happy to see the sitting area empty and went directly to the wall sconce that concealed the camera. Rebecca had been admiring the contents of her step-mother's erotic toy stash for several minutes. Her hand was shaking a little when she finally plucked up the courage to unfasten the straps holding the mysterious purple thing as if holding it in her hand would make its purpose evident. 'I guess you're supposed to put this inside, ' she concluded turning the toy every which way, examining it. The thought of the very bumpy shaft slipping in and out of her caused a sharp pulse between her legs and she squealed at the unexpected physical reaction. Bethany quickly found the problem with the security camera's panning linkage and freed it. Talking into the microphone under the white lace collar of the maid's uniform she asked Egan to try it. The tiny video cam moved smoothly through its full range of motion. She was replacing the wall sconce cover when she heard the squeal. It didn't sound like pain or fright so it piqued the beautiful blonde's curiosity. "Hours of fun for the whole family," the Assistant Security Director—disguised as a maid—commented from the doorway to the owner's bedroom. It was quite a bold move to reveal her presence and one that she knew she might live to regret. Rebecca shrieked her surprise at the intrusion and spun in the direction of the unexpected voice. Her stomach dropped like she was in a free-falling elevator. Shock, fear and embarrassment filled her like a pitcher under a wide-open spigot. She realized that the sensation of being filled with warm liquid was her brain's way of interpreting the blush that turned her upper chest and face deep pink. It was wrong to be snooping in her mom's things and the contents of the little aluminum case were not intended for the eyes of a minor. She was caught with her hand in the cookie jar—so to speak. It reminded her of when she'd been caught kissing Emily. 'But that was the Headmistress of the school ... she had power and authority, ' the teen reasoned. 'This is just a maid ... a servant ... she'll do what I tell her ... she has to.' Becky felt the tension in her muscles unwinding. Embarrassment and fear flowed out as if a drain plug had been removed. What took its place were the feelings of arousal that had been tingling her sensitive parts for hours. Her hunger for knowledge about sexual things was coming to the fore. 'A grown woman will know what all this stuff is ... what they're all for, ' the thirteen year old concluded. 'She must know or why would she make the comment about fun for the whole family ... and what did she mean by that?' Their eyes were locked and seconds ticked by as Rebecca's emotions transitioned. Bethany saw the girl's embarrassment clearly evidenced by the color change in her fair complexion. Her surprise and chagrin at being interrupted was to be expected. What would follow the fright was less predictable. There was a certain amount of déjà vu in what Becky was feeling. She recalled tormenting the Latina maid that first night. The same feeling of power and authority mingled with her sexual excitement to produce a powerful exhilaration. She was too young and inexperienced to appreciate the connection yet. There was a notable difference in that the blonde maid did not seem the type to scrape and bow. Her Hispanic partner was the quintessential submissive but Rebecca realized that she was dealing with a much more self-confident personality in the blonde. She could see it in the crystal blue eyes. "What's this for?" the teen asked holding out the beaded purple wand. Bethany couldn't suppress a smile, "Do you really want to know?" she countered. The uninformative reply inflamed the girl's arousal and curiosity. The fact that the woman in the maid's uniform didn't come right out with an answer suggested that the purpose of the sex toy was perhaps not mainstream. The idea made Becky even more breathless and she could only nod to confirm that she actually wanted an answer. "It goes in your bum," the Assistant Security Director informed the young heiress. Providing the inflammatory information made the older woman's anus twitch. The pleasant sensation only broadened the smile that had been steadily growing since she'd arrived in the bedroom doorway. The way the teenager's jaw dropped and her wide eyes went to the unique purple tool she was holding caused the woman posing as a maid to wonder if the girl was experiencing the same sensations. "Do you want me to show you?" Bethany offered. The blush had subsided and Rebecca was beginning to get the power-tripping high that she'd so far experienced only once—with Marguerite. Her train of thought, which was bound for Domination-Ville, derailed. The idea of anal sex had never even occurred to her, but the sensations she was feeling in her anus at the suggestion began to mingle with the throbbing in her coochie. The synergy was amazing. When she looked up from the toy her arousal got another unexpected boost. Her uninvited guest had unzipped and was shrugging the black maid's dress off. It fell to the floor around the slender blonde's feet. Bethany was instantly naked. Normally she would have worn underwear with the uniform but Egan had ordered to change from the slinky cocktail dress to the maid's get-up to fix the camera. The black figure hugging little number that she wore on the gambling floor was not compatible with undergarments. On the assumption that the camera repair would only take a few minutes, and that she'd be returning to her original assignment, she'd decided not to expend the extra time and effort to don underwear. She hadn't expected her laziness to come in handy. Becky took in the magnificence of the svelte figure as it approached. She didn't resist in anyway when the older woman took the anal toy from her hand; watching in wonderment as her beautifully proportioned visitor took the harness from the toy case. 'She must have done this before ... many times, ' the youngster concluded when the older woman efficiently connected harness to the base of the beaded shaft. As smoothly as she'd assembled the toy for use, the way she stepped into the harness and fastened it around her hips seemed even smoother. It was a sight to behold—the slim blonde with the pert conical shaped tits now had a long slender and slightly droopy beaded dildo sticking out from her mons. Her step-mom's comment about not needing a man to experience that full feeling echoed in the teenager's head. She'd only imagined it in her pussy. Bethany took the one item Rebecca had overlooked out of the toy chest—a tube of personal lubricant. She applied a glob to her hand and coated the very flexible purple dong with the clear gel. Becky was enraptured the persistent tingle in her pussy was now being eclipsed by the twitching of her anus. "Ready?" the woman with the strap-on enquired while running her hand up and down the now very slippery bumpy toy. |