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 Maid Service

   Eighteen-year-old Rosie Melville had the kind of slim, tanned, almost
boyish figure and fresh, pert features that belied her true age.  With the
right, slightly tight outfit and her sun-streaked, blonde hair in bunches,
she could play the fourteen year old nymphet with ease, a role she found
wonderfully effective in enticing those oh-so-bored, frustrated and wealthy
women to play all sorts of delightful fucking and sucking games with her.

   Well, that had been the plan at the beginning of the long summer
vacation but her bitch of a mother and slimy Jack, her groping stepfather,
had put a stop to that double quick by giving her an ultimatum.  Get out
and do some goddam proper work!  Hold down a vacation job for at least six
weeks with the pay packets to prove it, or else!  Having just crumpled her
car to the tune of several thousand dollars worth of body shop attention
for the second time in three months she was in no position to argue.

   There was also the uncomfortable fact that she was bored out of her
skull at home and anything was better than spending each day avoiding
Jack's wandering fingers and listening to her mother's whining complaints.
All her friends, both male and female, one or two relaxed aunts and other
useful refuges, appeared to have left town on vacation at the same time. 
Even her most recent conquest in her private `make a lady cum' game, Mrs
Henderson, had flown to Europe to act as diplomatic arm candy for her jerk
of a Chief Executive husband on his latest business safari.

   So she'd finally given in and got herself a job...a typical student job.
It was menial, underpaid, repetitive and, at times just plain unpleasant.

   For all those reasons Rosie was now even more pissed off, horny and
frustrated than ever.  She'd spent eight hours every day for the last two
weeks cleaning the same corridor of rooms again and again while working as
a relief housemaid in one of the up-market executive hotels that lined the
beach front.  The work was hard, most of the guests were too old; too fat;
too ugly or just plain creepy and unpleasant to even think about sex and,
even with tips, the pay was pathetic.

   Not only that...but hotel guests were such slobs!  Clothes everywhere,
food wrappers, bottles and pizza boxes just thrown on the floor and the
bathroom usually looked like a war zone.  Rosie sighed deeply, took one
last look round 581 checking that there was nothing for Mrs Finch, the
floor manager, to criticise if she came snooping round on one of her check
visits and wiped her brow.  Even with the air con on in the rooms,
straightening and changing beds and cleaning bathrooms was still hot and
sticky work.

   She pushed the clumsy service cart down the corridor, grateful that 582
was the last one on her list.  The one real perk of the job was the chance
to be nosy, Rosie thought as she knocked and waited before using her pass
card.  A black woman about thirty five was in this one, good looking with a
nice figure and great clothes.  Rosie had seen her leaving about half an
hour before, groomed to every inch as a top executive.  She taken a good
long look as the woman had waited for the lift, beautiful cream suit with a
gold silk blouse and very expensive black heeled shoes that made the most
of her long, slim legs.  A tiny gold watch, smart briefcase and even her
laptop case was maroon designer leather.

   Then, she'd looked across as Rosie stared at her.  Instantly, Rosie had
found herself flushing red, embarrassed into turning away, pretending to
fold some towels but feeling a familiar thrill of excitement at that cool,
collected return gaze.  That was all, when she'd recovered enough to look
up again the woman had gone...  the lift doors just closing behind her.

   That tingle of excitement was back even more strongly as Rosie carried a
pile of towels into the woman's room.  She could feel the warmth and a
familiar slippery wetness seeping between her cunt lips as she let her
imagination play with the fantasy of what chocolate delights might be
hidden under that elegant, cream two piece.

   She smiled; the room was going to be a breeze too, no mess and almost
nothing to tidy.  Five minutes work then a chance to have a good snoop
round.  She'd already noted the carefully hung clothes in the walk-in
closet...but checking out the woman's underwear collection would be more
fun.

   Changing the towels and doing the rest of the bathroom was the work of
moments; Rosie licked her lips and pouted into the big full-length mirror,
wriggling inside her button-through maid's uniform.  She hated the feel of
the cheap black nylon dress but with the white apron, little white collar
and her hair up in bunches...!  Rosie smoothed the dress over her breasts
feeling the nylon fabric rub against the thin lacy cotton of her bra. 
Instantly, her nipples roused and hardened, jutting against the coarse
fabric so that each movement was an extra stimulation as the stiff peaks
fretted and rubbed against the harsher weave of the dress.

   Must get on, she thought and hurried back into the bedroom to finish off
the few remaining jobs.  As she straightened the bed covers there was a
soft thump as something fell onto the carpet.  Silently praying that it
wasn't something that had either spilled or broken, Rosie dropped to her
knees and swept her hand under the valance.

   Her fingers touched a ribbed plastic cylinder.  Rosie smiled to herself
as she felt the slight stickiness on her fingers as she looked at the ivory
coloured vibrator.  She held it to her nose and breathed in, her own
excitement growing as she caught the familiar scent of cunt juice.  The
lady obviously likes her little friend, she thought, as she brought the tip
closer and closer until she could slide the blunt point between her own
lips, tasting the subtly different tang of another woman's body.

   Getting to her feet she turned the vibrator on, twisting the base until
the humming rose in intensity to an insistent, hornet-like buzz before
flicking the off switch and dropping it back on the bed.  The closet could
wait; Rosie was first of all intent on finding out what other sexy little
secrets she could discover.  The top drawer of the fitted unit opened to
reveal a tangle of intimate items.

   Rosie could feel the wetness seeping through the cotton of her own thong
panties as she ran her fingers through the lady's collection of tiny
thongs, g-strings and lacy bras.  I wonder if they know at work, she
thought, stretching the tiny vee of a white g-string across her fingers. 
The gauzy fabric was so fine she could see her fingers clearly through it.
Her eyes returned to the ivory white cylinder lying on the bed.

   Rosie grabbed it...she was too excited to wait any longer; she just had
to cum now!

   She flicked the switch in the base and the insistent buzzing filled the
room.  Determined to prolong the pleasure as long as possible she traced
the blunt point down her arm, shivering with the pleasure of the tingling
vibrations.  Then she brought it across to touch the swell of her breasts,
moving the head in wide circles round and round each one in turn.  Slowly
the circles got smaller, the tantalising contact more and more intense
until she could wait no longer.

   `Aaaaaah,' the sound was only the softest of moans as she touched the
buzzing point to where her right nipple tented the black nylon.  Little
circles now, round and round so the point teased her aureole while the side
transmitted those wonderful vibrations to the hard, sensitive peak of flesh
despite the two layers of material still in the way.  Suddenly her
self-control broke and she lifted her dress, pulling her already sodden
panties to one side so her carefully plucked and shaved cunt lips pouted
free.

   Looking up she caught sight of the image in the big mirror.  Her own
face flushed and gleaming with perspiration, eyes wide with pleasure and
her lips parted as she breathed heavily.  She felt her body responding to
the erotic image of that black and white uniform, lifted and bunched to
show long, tanned legs, knees splayed wide.  Her cunt lips were already wet
and shiny; traces of white cream showed on the pink inner folds as she used
finger and thumb to spread herself wide open.

   Watching what she was doing in the mirror she brought her other hand
down, the reflected figure gnawing at her lip as the hand brought the ivory
cylinder closer and closer to the wet, pink folds...

   `AAAAH...nuh...naaaah...oh God!  Yes...aaaaaah, yes, yes...yessssss!'

   In the mirror the figure jerked and twisted as the buzzing point of the
vibrator touched the inner lips of Rosie's cunt.  The ribbed column slid
easily between the stretched lips, each movement bringing another jerking
thrust of Rosie's hips as she rode the humming plastic cock harder and
harder.  She stretched the fingers of her left hand even wider to open
herself even more as she traced the blunt point back up towards the little
hood of flesh at the top of her slit.

   `Nu-uuh...huh...huh....  oooooh yes...nah-aaah...aaa-aaahhh!'

   Her eyes were fixed on the reflection in the mirror, each touch bringing
another involuntary cry of pleasure as she used the vibrator against the
sides and across the tip of her swollen and engorged clitoris.  She
squirmed and gasped as the sensations grew and grew.  Even if the room had
collapsed in ruins around her it wouldn't have broken that ecstatic rhythm
as Rosie Melville started to cum.

   `Oh yes...harder...harder...come on...yes...yes...there...that's
it...that's it th-th-there...oh God...yes...YES.YESSSS...OH
GOD...YUH...YUH...YUH...YESSSSS!'

   In the mirror the figure doubled forwards, both hands clamped hard
against her cunt as Rosie jerked and gasped uncontrollably as the pleasure
spasms of her orgasm overwhelmed her.  The sound of the vibrator was
reduced to a muffled hum as, unable to stand the intensity of the
vibrations against her clit any longer; she slid the wet, slippery shaft
deep inside her vagina, moving the tip against the sensitive inner lining
to find that one particular pla...

   `NAAAAAAH!  Oh yes....there...come
on...yes...aaah-naaaah...th...th...oh...oh th...there...j-j-j-j-j-jaaaaah!'


   Rosie bucked her hips in a rapid series of thrusts as she felt her
second climax building.  She spread her knees even wider and threw her head
back as she frantically fucked the buzzing plastic cock.  Her knuckles
showed white with tension as she tried to keep the blunt ivory point
nuzzling that one little place inside that
drove...her...right...over...the...EDGE!

   `Nah...NAH...YAAAAH...AH-AAAAAH!  YESSSSS...YESSSS...YESSS!'

   The chanting cries became a series of breathless gasps.  Gasps that
turned into long shuddering breaths as Rosie moved the humming rod more and
more slowly; riding the aftershocks of pleasure as she gradually came back
from the near delirium of cumming so hard.  At last she pulled the slick,
gleaming tube from her cunt and managed to switch it off.  She tried to
stand it up on its base on the unit but it fell over with a clatter on the
glass top.  Rosie ignored it and flopped down on the edge of the bed.

   `Oh yes, God I needed that,' she murmured to herself a minute or so
later as her pulse settled down and the hectic flush of her climax faded
from her face.  Wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead she could
feel the dampness of her uniform under her arms and the uncomfortable
prickle of sweat between her breasts.

   Voices in the corridor!

   She leapt to her feet, looking round in sudden panic as she remembered
that the room's door was still open.  Whoever it was had walked past and
luckily for her the service cart blocked most of the view.  She breathed
out in relief that no-one passing had heard or seen her little private
show. She reached under her dress and adjusted the sodden fabric of her
panties as best she could, very aware of the juices still seeping from her
wet cunt lips to coat her thong and the tops of her thighs with a sticky,
sharp-smelling wetness.  She wiped her fingers on one of the used towels
she'd left on the bed to be added to the laundry sack.

   Wriggling and easing the brief vee of fabric over the full bulge of her
genitals to try and make the wet material a bit more comfortable, Rosie
looked down at the open drawer containing the unknown woman's risqué
underwear.  She could feel another surge of sexual excitement as she went
back to exploring the collection of daring garments, idly wondering if the
unknown woman would really miss one tiny g-string...

   Among the lace and silk there were some even more exotic items; one in
finest kid leather, more of a pouch than a thong with the thinnest ribbon
straps attached with minute gold clasps for tying on each side.  Rosie held
it against her dress, pressing her thighs tightly together as she wondered
what it would feel like to walk round wearing a leather pouch like that.

   While putting that back where she found it her eyes caught sight of
another tiny white bundle right in the corner of the drawer.  So small that
at first Rosie was baffled until she realised that this was yet another
g-string but so tiny it seemed impossible that anyone could wear it.  It
was only when she untangled the bundle that she understood...the crotch of
the minute micro-thong was made of fine elastic mesh, able to stretch and
cup the wearer like a film of paint.

   Rosie shivered as she spread it across her fingers the colour changing
from white to near transparency as she stretched the mesh panel to full
size then held the tiny garment up and imagined pulling it on; carefully
stretching and fitting that elastic web over her own genitals until the
edges were high in the creases and the thin mesh sheath enclosed and sealed
her cunt so tightly with her labia pressed together...keeping all the heat
and wetness sealed inside...

   Holding it stretched between her hands she suddenly noticed a split. 
They were damaged, torn at the base of the crotch piece where it became a
single floss-like string designed to ride high between the buttocks. 
Panicking that she'd done it she peered closer.

   No not damaged, she thought, puzzled as she saw that the slit in the
material was intentional, about an inch long and carefully edged and bound
so as not to tear or fray.  She stretched the tiny garment out again trying
to understand, why on earth would someone want an opening just there?

   `So this is what they mean by Room Service is it?'

   Rosie Melville whirled round, colour draining from her face as she saw
the woman in the cream two piece suit standing in the doorway, a quizzical
expression on her face.

   `Please put those back if you don't mind...they're difficult to get hold
of and easily damaged.' She watched intently as Rosie fumbled before
managing to free her fingers from the grip of the mesh micro-thong and put
it back in the drawer.  Still shivering with fright and panic she carefully
closed the drawer, turned to the bed and picked up the bundle of towels

   `Housekeeping Ma'am sorry...  I'd just finished and I...' Rosie
stuttered to a halt as the woman gave her another cool, disbelieving glance
and moved past her into the room.  She sat down in the armchair under the
big picture window.  She leaned back, rested her forearms on the chair and
crossed her legs.

   `Come here,' she waited until Rosie had dropped the towels on the bed
and moved to stand in front of the woman facing the window.  `It appears
I've caught a thief in the act.  Shall I call the management or are you
going to tell me what the fuck you think you're doing in my room?' She
looked up at Rosie's terrified expression, `well I'm waiting?'

   `P-please m-m-ma'am I was only...l-l-l-looking...I like nice things and
the drawer was open and, and....' Realising how feeble the excuses sounded,
Rosie flushed an even brighter red and once more stumbled into silence. 
The woman reached across, picked up the phone and tapped out a number. 
`Please, please don't tell the supervisor...I'll do anything you
want...please.'

   The woman ignored her, waited calmly for the connection then said
quietly.  `Melissa, can you get in here a moment?' She listened to the
reply then put the phone down.  `I always like to have a witness in
difficult situations.  Miss Masters is ...' there was the tiniest of pauses
and a quick half smile that made Rosie wonder what exactly was going on. 
She'd expected the whole I demand to see the manager instantly, scene from
the woman, yet now...  `A close colleague of mine,' the woman finished.

   The silence built up and Rosie wiped her damp palms against the sides of
her dress, conscious that she was still hot and sweating, sure that the
woman had already caught the scent of her recent orgasm.  There was a sound
behind her and Rosie half turned to see another black woman, also dressed
formally in a short black skirt and white blouse, walk in and close the
door behind her.  She was shorter than Rosie and very slim with an
attractive, pointed face under a cap of tight black curls.  The business
outfit had made her look older than she was and Rosie suddenly realised
that she was only about her own age, eighteen or nineteen at the most.

   `Is there a problem, Mrs Chamberlain?' the young woman said looking
Rosie with definite interest.

   `Yes, Melissa, I found this young lady going through the contents of my
lingerie drawer just now.  What shall we do...make a complaint to the
manager perhaps?  Or do you think that we can deal with this young lady's
offence by ourselves?'

   `Oh yes, that's very serious, you definitely need to do something to
punish that kind of behaviour, Mrs Chamberlain'

   Rosie's initial state of terror began to ebb away as she grew more and
more convinced that these two women were playing some kind of elaborate
game with her.  She felt the familiar tingle of arousal as the girl went
on.

   `But calling the manager would get her into real trouble and she's too
young pretty to get the sack for such a little thing.' The black girl made
Rosie jump as she stroked her arm very gently.

   `Perhaps you're right Melissa.  What's your name?' Rosie looked blank
for a moment, lost in her growing fantasy and missing the sudden switch of
questions.

   `R-Rosie, Ma'am, Rosie Melville, I was just...',

   `You call me Mrs Chamberlain, and I know exactly what you were just
doing...' Gloria Chamberlain continued studying the delightfully young
looking blonde standing in front of her.  `Tell me...are you really old
enough to be working here?'

   `Oh yes M-Mrs Chamberlain, I was eighteen in March,' Rosie replied
suddenly eager that the two women got the right message.  Her own instincts
were telling her that this was turning into something very different from
an irate guest and a bitchy complaint...  The age question was the one
thing that a lot of the mature women she'd fucked had checked out
first...they just loved the cute and only just fourteen years old look but
were scared of getting caught with an underage girl.

   Rosie was more than willing to play along.  She was getting definite
vibes that Mrs Chamberlain and Melissa were a lot more than just
`colleagues' and that they were thinking about including her in their
private games very soon.

   `Oh dear it's all sticky, should I wash it off for you Mrs Chamberlain?'
Rosie half turned to see that the black girl, Melissa, was looking all
innocent as she held up the ivory vibrator that Rosie had abandoned on the
top of the unit.  `See, it's still sticky, Mrs Chamberlain.' The woman
looked at Rosie and held out her hand.  The girl gave her the slim
cylinder. Even from a distance, Rosie could see the sheen of her cum still
coating the end of the ribbed shaft from where she'd fucked herself to that
second rapid climax only ten minutes ago.

   Mrs Chamberlain held the vibe to her nose and breathed in slowly then
touched the blunt point with her tongue.  Keeping her eyes fixed on Rosie
she slid the vibrator into her mouth in a slow, obscene gesture that made
Rosie wriggle with growing excitement.  `Well, well...sweet and sharp
too...it seems that it wasn't only my panties you've been playing with.'
Her gaze became suddenly harder, her eyes locked on Rosie's face.

   `You've had your fun and now it's my turn I think...don't you agree?'
Without giving Rosie a chance to say anything she went on.  `Since you've
had all that time to look at what I like to wear underneath, its only fair
I get to look at what you like to wear, yes?' Mrs Chamberlain leaned back
and stretched her legs out just keeping them crossed at the ankles.  Rosie
nodded dumbly, aware that the young black girl called Melissa was now close
behind her.  She startled Rosie, raising goose pimples along each arm as
she whispered in the blonde teenager's ear.

   `Go on, closer, stand in front of the chair.'

   Rosie shuffled forwards until she was almost touching Mrs Chamberlain's
expensive black shoes.  `Closer, Rosie, Mrs Chamberlain deserves a good
look doesn't she?' Rosie realised that this was all part of the act.  Mrs
Chamberlain had moved her feet deliberately so, in order to obey, Rosie
would have to straddle her legs and stand with her own legs apart.  She
moved forward until she was astride the woman's crossed ankles.  `Closer,
Rosie, go on, you want to have a little fun really...don't you' the black
girl whispered as Mrs Chamberlain watched Rosie's growing excitement with a
satisfied expression.

   Finally Rosie was standing almost touching the front of the armchair,
her legs wide astride and the hem of her dress brushing the woman's knees.
Not knowing what to do with her hands she put them behind her back and just
stood there, staring straight out of the window over the woman's head and
waiting for the next command.

   `Well, are you going to show me or not?' The woman's voice was still
quiet and calm but now it held an edge of huskiness, a hint of excitement
and anticipation in the question.  `Look at me please, Rosie.' Mrs
Chamberlain waited until Rosie was looking down at her.  She could feel the
faintest trembling as blonde girl's legs brushed her own.  She pressed her
own legs together, squeezing her thighs tightly and feeling the rising heat
of excitement rippling through her body.  What a delightful discovery...a
pretty chambermaid caught `in flagranto' and in no position to say `stop I
don't want to...'after all hadn't she already said she would do anything?

   Keeping up the image of the stern businesswoman, Gloria Chamberlain let
her features harden into a look of cold displeasure.  `Well, are you going
to pay the penalty for your behaviour and show me what you're wearing under
that horrible nylon uniform as you agreed, or not?'

   Rosie nodded quickly, blushing red under that unblinking stare and undid
the waist belt of her dress.  Then, one by one, she slowly unfastened the
long line of black plastic buttons down the front of her maid's uniform. 
As she undid the last one, Mrs Chamberlain flicked one finger and Rosie
felt Melissa's hands on her collar.  The black girl eased the dress off and
down so that all Rosie had to do was stand still with her arms at her
sides.

   Despite her own excitement, the young blonde shivered involuntarily, the
dull red flush spreading across her shoulders and the upper swell of her
breasts as her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment.  She didn't resist as
Melissa slipped the dress clear of her arms and she was left straddled
astride Mrs Chamberlain's legs wearing only her white thong panties and a
lacy bra which was slightly small and only served to emphasise the firm
full swell of her breasts as well as letting the soft pink, silver
dollar-sized circles of her aureoles show through the gauzy fabric.

   `Ah-aaah!'

   `Stand still!' Mrs Chamberlain snapped as one finger traced a shivering
line along the edge of Rosie's thong panties.  `Well, well I was right you
have been a naughty girl,' the finger traced across the taut white bulge of
Rosie's sex, `did you cum?  Rosie jerked and whimpered as the woman's nails
scraped across the wet bulge of her genitals, only able to stutter in
reply.

   `Oh...aaa-aaaah...y-yes, Mrs Chamberlain...y-y-yessss.'

   The older black woman smiled and rubbed forefinger and thumb together
then steepled her fingers under her chin, elbows resting on the padded arms
of the chair.  `So Rosie Melville, you like playing with yourself do you,'
she waited for Rosie's tiny nod before going on.  `Well Melissa and I like
playing those kinds of games too so let's see how you like it when someone
else plays with that naughty little cunt shall we...?'

   Before Rosie could say anything she felt Melissa's fingers touching her
back, a briefest of tugs then her bra came loose and she instinctively
brought her hands up to hold the cups in place.  Mrs Chamberlain smiled
again.  `You've got a choice Rosie, put your hands down now and we'll see
what happens...or get dressed while I call the manager.  It's up to you.'

   Rosie didn't even hesitate, she was too near the brink to want to stop
now and besides this was one game she loved playing.  She put her hands
down and let Melissa slip the straps down her arms until the cups came free
and she was able to remove it completely.  Without being asked Rosie
deliberately lifted her arms and locked her fingers behind her head so the
firm high globes were lifted and thrust forward, the hard pink tips jutting
upwards as Rosie made sure that the message of her excitement was
unmistakable.

   She shivered in pleasure as she felt warmth against her back, a warmth
punctuated by the pressure of two hard points as Melissa leaned herself
against the young blonde.  `Oh Rosie, they're so beautiful,' she whispered;
Rosie moaned in reply as she felt the black girl's fingers grazing so
tantalisingly across the outthrust curves.  The moan became a whimper of
delight as Melissa circled the sensitive pink aureoles before concentrating
on stroking and rolling the engorged nipples between her fingers.  She was
an expert, stretching and twisting the tips just enough to create maximum
stimulation, a wonderful sexual ache that hovered just on the brink of
actual pain.

   Lost in the pleasure of the black girl's skilled fingers Rosie didn't
really take much notice of the insistent buzzing as Mrs Chamberlain turned
on the vibrator.  `Time for you to cum for me, Rosie,' she said softly,
tracing the blunt point along the line of the waistband of the eighteen
year old's thong panties.  Rosie bucked her hips, wanting to feel the
plastic point burrowing into the wetness of her slit once more, but Gloria
Chamberlain was too experienced to let the blonde girl reach her climax so
soon.  The fun was in the teasing...and the girl's expressions as she was
brought closer and closer to the brink.

   `These are so wet, you've been a naughty little girl haven't your
Rosie?' Rosie bucked again, her reply a strangled `y-y-y-yes' as the point
tormented a line along her slit.  Gloria Chamberlain lifted the vibrator;
pushing it up against the taut fabric so the point spread the blonde
teenager's cunt lips forcing the fabric up into her slit.  Rosie slowly
lifted onto her toes, stretching her legs taut as she rode the invading
shaft.  The only sounds in the room were her soft, whimpering moans and the
changing note of the vibrator; rising and falling as Gloria Chamberlain
moved the point up and down the line of Rosie's cunt slit with cruel,
tantalising skill.

   After five minutes of this slow masturbation Rosie was almost at
screaming pitch, her legs shivering and her breath coming in rapid, panting
gasps as she was brought to the brink of cumming again and again only to be
denied the final release she wanted so badly.

   `Ooooh God....naaaaaah!  Yuh...yuh...aaaah...pleeeese...please...make me
cum pleeese...pleeese l-let m-me cummmmmmm!'

   `Let's get rid of the panties, Melissa...I think Rosie's excited enough
now...' Melissa's hands let go of Rosie's nipples and slid down her flanks
so her fingers could hook under the waistband of the blonde's thong on each
side.  Very slowly she rolled the band down to peel the sodden fabric away
from the girl's cunt.  She tapped Rosie's leg so she could pull them down
and off rest of the way and Rosie obediently lifted each foot in turn
before resuming her straddled position with her hands behind her head.

   `Oh yes, you have been busy...shaved and waxed too...and so wet...'
Gloria Chamberlain brought her right hand up to cradle the blonde's
engorged and parted labia, her middle finger gently diddling the swollen
inner folds peeping from between the puffy outer lips.  She put her fingers
to her lips and tasted Rosie's wetness.  Rosie stared down at the smiling
woman so relaxed in the chair, eyes pleading with need and mouth half open
as she trembled with arousal and excitement.

   Behind her there was a whisper of sound and she knew without looking
that the young black girl was now naked too.  She waited, desperate for
that touch...anything to take her over the magic brink once more.

   `Look at me, Rosie...no,' the tone suddenly sharper as Rosie half turned
her head as she saw the slim almost boyish figure of the girl beside her.
Just a glimpse of soft brown flesh but her pulse beat faster at the sight
of those pointed little breasts with their long hard, black nipples before
the girl picked up the vibrator and moved back behind Rosie.  `No, you keep
looking at me...I like to watch a girl as she's made to cum...watching her
face as another pretty girl brings her off.'

   She smiled as Rosie flushed red again.  Oh yes this one was going to be
fun.  Gloria Chamberlain just loved being in control, watching the faces of
young girls like Rosie as someone else masturbated them slowly and
deliberately to that first climax; the growing desperation as they tried to
hold position as ordered.  The sudden, intense preoccupation as they
actually reached that first, jerking orgasm.  And then the swiftly changing
expressions of panic, lust and excitement as the girl realised that she was
going to be made to cum all over again...and again.

   Oh God it was wonderful!  The two of them reducing a girl to a pleading,
desperate frenzy so she chanted and bucked and screamed with pleasure; her
muscles spasming and rippling as she rode the tormenting fingers, the
vibrator or the long, deep thrusts of an oversized dildo on...and on...and
on until her legs simply couldn't hold her up any more.

   `Good, now, put you hands on the arms of my chair, Rosie.  No, keep your
arms straight...just let those lovely breasts swing free for me...' Rosie
obeyed, flushing even harder as the position brought her face close to Mrs
Chamberlain's.  `Feet a little wider and keep your legs straight too...no,
no, you look at me Rosie...'

   Her voice had a biting steel edge to it that brought Rosie's head
snapping back round as ordered.  `Melissa is going to use that vibrator you
like so much to make you cum all over again but you keep looking at me.'

   `y-yes M-Mrs -B-B-Benso-nuh...nuh...nuh!'

   The stuttering response was because, as she spoke, the naked black
teenager had knelt down at Rosie's side and slid her left hand up until her
fingers were gently probing into the crack of Rosie's bottom.  As the
girl's fingers wriggled deeper into the heated cleft, one finger tip just
feathered across the tight rosette of the blonde teenager's anus then
pressed inwards so Rosie gasped and lifted onto the balls of her feet at
the unexpected touch.

   Both black women smiled as they saw the blonde adjusting to the
intrusion before deliberately lowering herself down, biting her lip in that
mix of pleasure-pain as she slowly impaled herself on the girl's finger. 
While Rosie pressed down Melissa twisted her wrist to and fro, feeling the
tightness and warmth as she skilfully worked her finger up into the blonde
teenager's rectum until her left hand was almost buried in the hot moist
cleft of Rosie's bottom.

   Keeping the blonde girl writhing and twisting on the end of her fingers,
Melissa reached sideways and picked up the vibrator, pressed the switch and
the hornet buzz filled the room.  She ran the ribbed shaft up the front of
Rosie's right leg watching intently as the girl's muscles shivered and
tensed under the humming plastic rod.

   Knowing exactly what her mistress wanted, Melissa teased the trembling
blonde by running the tip across her mound, then stroking the point along
the crease each hip before circling round the keyhole at the top of the
girl's slit.  She kept repeating the tormenting circuit and deliberately
avoiding any contact at all with the swollen, aching cunt flesh below.

   Gloria Chamberlain watched the young blonde's anguished expression
responding to each movement of the vibrator...and the frantic jerks and
surges of her hips as she tried to make Melissa touch those sensitive inner
folds with the buzzing vibe.  She smiled again, knowing that Rosie was also
beginning to feel another kind of stimulation as her movements, and the
delicate twisting of Melissa's wrist, allowed the black teenager's finger
to work against the sensitive lining of her rectum and anus.

   `Keep looking at me, Rosie,' she said softly as she lifted her
scarlet-tipped fingers to cup the swaying globes of the blondes dangling
breasts.  `You like having your nipples played with don't you?'

   `Oh God...y-yes...oh please...squeeze
them...please...harder...pleeeessse!' Rosie's arms shivered and she gripped
the chair harder and harder.  Panting like a runner, she tried to keep
looking into Mrs Chamberlain's eyes.  Two more panting minutes passed and
Rosie's pleas became more and more desperate.  `C-clit...please...my
clit...let me cum...please...naaaah-aaaaaah!  Oh
God...God...please...please!'

   The woman's fingers closed on the girl's hard pink teats, red nails
digging in like cruel pincers.  `You want Melissa to play with your
clitoris Rosie...is that what you really want?' Her wrists turned and the
scarlet pincers twisted the pink stubs so Rosie screamed softly, unable to
tell what was pain and what was pleasure as her two black tormentors
masturbated and fingered her to a frenzy she had never felt before.

   `Haaaaah...aaah...aaaa..yuh...nuh...naaah.  Ye-ye-ye-yesssss...Oh yes
pleeeeesss...HAAAAAAAAAH!'

   Rosie Melville reply turned from gasping pleas to a hoot of wild
pleasure as finally Melissa worked the blunt ivory tip of the vibrator
between the wet parted lips of her cunt.  The wet, plastic point nuzzled
the pink folds, delicately searching for the most sensitive place under
that little fleshy hood that guarded...

   `...NAAAH!  AH...AAAAH...YAAAAAAAAH!'

   Rosie's hips bucked forwards and a single wild scream signalled that
Melissa had found the spot she was looking for.  Now Rosie was shuddering
and bucking continuously as the black teenager gently fretted and stroked
the blonde's clitoris with the buzzing vibe.  It didn't take long; only a
few minutes before the pleasure screams became a breathless chant of
ecstasy as Rosie reached her third orgasm of the afternoon.

   `Hah...yeh...yeh...yes...YES!  Oh God...YESSS..I'm there...YES...I'm
there...I'm there...ah-aaaah...yes...I'm there...I'M THEREEEEE!'

   Mrs Chamberlain rolled Rosie's nipples harder; pinching the swollen tips
between the finger and thumb of each hand, pulling down so the girl was
held in position and unable to rise or close her legs as the spasms of
cumming overwhelmed her.  She lifted her face and leaned forwards to place
a feather kiss on the girl's sweat-streaked cheek.  `Oh that's soooo nice,
isn't it...but you can cum a bit more for me...can't you Rosie?' She smiled
in shared excitement across at her eighteen-year-old lover who was still
gently masturbating the panting blonde with both hands.  `Go on, Melissa my
darling, she'll so excited she'll be there again in a moment or two...'

   `Oh God what are you doing...oh please, please, I'm so
s-s-sensitive...please don't t-t-t-ouch me th...AAAH...oh no...no...no...no
please...oh...oh...OOOOOOOH GOD NOOOO!'

   The feeble protests became a frantic babble as Melissa let her catch her
breath for just a moment; letting the nerve centres recover and become even
more sensitive while she stroked the vibe along Rosie's wet, swollen outer
lips and along the edge of her slit.  Then, the babble turned into another
series of intense squeals as the black girl once again burrowed the point
around the stem of the blonde's throbbing and swollen clitoris.  Each
careful, delicate touch brought another heaving response and even more
desperate pleas.

   Mrs Chamberlain let go of Rosie's nipples and clamped her hands around
the girl's wrists to hold her palms flat on the chair arms.  At the same
time she spread her own knees, forcing Rosie into an even wider straddle;
trapping her so there was nothing the demented young blonde could do to
avoid the merciless, buzzing torment of that skilfully applied vibrator.

   Just over three minutes of Melissa's careful attention was enough to
bring Rosie Melville to another bucking orgasm.  By now her tanned skin was
gleaming and glistening with sweat and little droplets of cum and
perspiration beaded the outer lips of her cunt and the tops of her thighs.
The pink inner folds were also wet and swollen, jutting out prominently and
rimmed by a thick white cream.  The air in the room was thick and pungent
with the sharp, coppery tang of Rosie's cum and the musky scent of the two
black women's arousal.

   Silence fell at last as Melissa pressed the switch on the vibrator and
gently freed both her hands from Rosie's groin.  Rising to her feet she
helped Rosie to straighten up.  The blonde teenager managed two tottering
steps backwards then slumped down, panting hard, on the edge of the bed.

   Mrs Chamberlain stood up and walked over to where a small case stood
against the wall.  Unzipping the top she pulled out a bundle of straps with
something black and shiny attached to them `You should have looked round
more carefully, Rosie...I've got lots of toys to try out on you...' She
threw the bundle on the bed and Rosie saw it was a dildo and harness...a
thick; ten inch gleaming black cock with a bulging shiny head and a network
of prominent veins embossed down the length of the slightly curved shaft.

   Rosie touched the dildo, stoking the polished glans with one finger. 
`Yes, that's right, say hello to my favourite...that's Sir John...and
you're going to get to know him real well very soon.' She took of her
jacket and handed it to Melissa who hurried round to hang it up in the
closet.  Her skirt and blouse followed, again picked up immediately by the
naked black teenager.  `There...do you like what you see now, honey?'

   Rosie nodded speechlessly as she stared at the tall commanding figure
standing before her, hands on hips.  Gloria Chamberlain looked wonderful, a
chocolate dream that made Rosie's sensitive clit swell with arousal and
anticipation.  The thirty five year old woman's legs were long and shapely
with strongly defined calf muscles, shown off by black high heels and dark
hold-up stockings that gave them a smooth, sexy sheen.  The rest was all
tones of brown flesh barely concealed by scarlet silk.  A lace-trimmed bra
that showed off the full heavy globes of her breasts to perfection and
below...  Rosie felt the increasing wetness in her cunt as she stared at
the tiny scarlet g-string, a taut smooth silk pouch barely containing the
plump bulge of the woman's genitals between those dark, toned thighs.  The
black teenager moved next to her mistress and stared down at Rosie
hungrily.

   `...and you've already said hello to Melissa,' she went on, kissing the
black teenager and casually slipping one finger into the naked slit of her
lover's cunt.  She played with the girl for a few moments, working her
finger deeper and deeper.  `Well, well, Seems that you've got her all
excited too,' she said, pulling her hand free and showing Rosie the oily
wetness coating her finger.

   The girl said nothing as the older woman fingered her cunt...but her
breath came more quickly and she gripped Mrs Chamberlain's shoulder, eyes
wide and fixed on Rosie's tanned body and those firm, pink-tipped teats
jutting up so hard and swollen with desire.

   Mrs Chamberlain smiled at Rosie and slowly licked her juice-covered
finger.  Then with an arrogant confidence of total domination, she walked
over to the bed and picked up the dildo on its harness `Better lube it up
for me,' she said softly, holding the black shaft to Rosie's lips.  `Get a
taste of what's going to be reaming out that hot little pussy of your very
soon.' Rosie nodded, she couldn't reply because her lips were stretched
wide round the thick shaft with its raised network of veins; her mouth
filled with the smooth bulbous glans.

   Gloria Chamberlain worked the plastic cock in and out of the eager
blonde's mouth for a few moments until the head and shaft were glistening
with a coating of saliva then pulled it out.  `First I think you should
thank Melissa properly.' The black teenager moved closer until they were
standing on either side of the eighteen-year-old chambermaid.  Gloria
Chamberlain lifted Rosie's chin and wiped her finger along her sweat-beaded
upper lip.  `Lie back on the bed, honey...let's see how good you are with
that tongue of yours with Melissa riding your face.'

   Rosie licked her lips and did as she was told, eyes bright with
excitement as Melissa scrambled up beside her.  Turning, she faced Rosie's
knees before straddling the girl on all fours.  Rosie lifted her hands and
spread the girl's bottom cheeks so she could get a better few of the neat
black oval pouch and the thrilling inner pink showing down the gaping line
of her slit.  At the top of her cleft the vee ridge of Melissa's hood was
already swollen and engorged; the folds standing proud of the outer lips
with the nub of her clitoris showing like a shiny pink pearl between them.

   Rosie lifted her head and carefully traced along the edges of Melissa's
slit with her tongue.  `Oh yes...oh...oh- aaaaah...yes...she's going to be
sooooo good, Mrs Chamberlain, I just know she is.' The girl spread her
knees, lowering her body until she could feel Rosie's lips and tongue
working along the full length of the sensitive inner lining of her cunt.

   `Show me how good she is, darling,' Mrs Chamberlain said as she quickly
undid her bra and slipped off the tiny red panties.  Her own breathing was
harder and faster now and she fingered the big, thick black pegs of her own
nipples as she watched her teenage lover's expression as Rosie got to work
on eating her cunt in earnest.  Once she lowered her head as though to kiss
Rosie's wet cunt but a sharp command from Mrs Chamberlain jerked her head
back.

   `No, no...don't you dare...you leave her alone, my hot little vixen.'
She picked up the bundle of straps and stepped into the harness, pulling it
up and then gently easing the inner clit spur between her own cunt lips
before tightening the harness to hold the polished black column at a
fiercely erect angle.

   `Your job's to suck on this and keep it all nice and slippery before I
fuck your new playmate.'

   Rosie was half on and half off the bed, her body lying flat but her
knees bent over the end allowing her to brace her feet flat on the floor as
she held Melissa in position, head rolling from side to side as she
tongue-lashed the girl's cunt-flesh with hard rapid movements that made the
black teenager wriggle and moan with rising excitement.

   Naked now apart from the stockings, Gloria Chamberlain stepped between
Rosie's bent legs and pressed the shaft of the big black strapon down so
her young lover could take that oversize helmet between her lips.  Well
used to playing with this particular toy, Melissa licked and sucked the
hard plastic, working her mouth down the shaft and stimulating her own
excitement as she felt her orgasm building.  Her mistress rocked gently,
letting the little plastic spur on the inside of the harness just fret and
tickle under the hood of her own clit as she listened and watched the black
teenager sucking on her cock as she got nearer and nearer.

   Although she was pinned beneath the shuddering girl, Rosie could tell
that Melissa was on the brink.  She tensed her tongue into a blunt, wet
spear and thrust it up into the warm wetness of the black teenager's
vagina. She gripped Melissa's bottom with one hand as she jabbed her tongue
in and out in a driving remorseless rhythm.  At the same time, not willing
to let the girl resist even for a moment she brought her other hand round
between their bodies and wormed her forefinger between the slippery labia
to find that taut, shiny bulb of flesh.  Her finger blurred with movement
as she masturbated the black teenager's clit furiously, fingers and tongue
working together and forcing her to cum on a wave of unbearable
stimulation.

   `Mmmmff...mmmmm...moooooo...fuh...MMMMMAAAH!'

   Gloria gripped Melissa's unturned face between her hands, holding her
head still as she rocked the thick shaft to and fro.  The girl's eyes were
wide, white circles of ecstasy and longing against her sweating black skin
as she bore down harder and harder.  But her cries of pleasure were reduced
to a muffled series of slobbering noises as she tried to cope with the
cockhead filling her mouth and the desperate desire to gasp and call out as
she started to cum.

   Half suffocated by the grip of the girl's thighs locked against her
head, Rosie redoubled her efforts as she felt the uncontrollable muscular
spasms begin.  Her hand wriggled into the cleft of Melissa's buttocks and
in deliberate repayment her for that earlier ass fucking, one finger wormed
deep into her anus.

   Too much!

   The black teenager writhed and screamed in the throes of her orgasm;
climaxing harder and harder.  Trapped between Mrs Chamberlain and Rosie she
couldn't do anything at all to stop the onslaught.  For the first minute or
so the noises she made were cries of sheer pleasure, her body jolting and
bucking in the throes of cumming under Rosie' wriggling tongue and
strumming fingers.

   Gradually, the girl's chanting, involuntary pleasure noises turned to
gasping pleas for mercy and her writhing movements became even more jerking
and desperate as the unbearable stimulation went on...and on...and on. 
Then the tone changed again and the protesting babbling cries once again
rose to become the involuntary, high-pitched gabbling squeals of
pleasure-pain as Rosie's efforts made her climax all over again for the
second time inside five minutes.

   `Oh yes, that's it cum for me darling,' Gloria purred, watching the
girl's lust-crazed expression as she approached that first climax.  She
pulled the bulbous black glans out of Melissa's mouth; letting the drooling
teenager pant and gasp freely as she came for the first time.  But she kept
her hands clamped on either side of Melissa's face, holding her in position
on all fours and not allowing her the chance to avoid the blonde
chambermaid's expert attentions between her legs.

   `Oh fuck....oh God...yes...c-c-c-cumming...yes...please Mistress I-I-I'm
cumming!  Oh God, pleeeese...she s-s-sucking the cum out of
me...oh...oh....FUCK ME! 
Haaah...aaaah...stop....nuh....nuh...naaaaaah...s-s-sore....no...no...pleee
esssse...  nuh...nuh....NOOOOOOOOOO!'

   `Oh yes,' Her own breathing became shallower, her nipples stiffening
into hard black knobs as she enjoyed the erotic sight of the two teenagers
locked together on the bed.  Gloria kissed her teenage lover, nibbling her
teeth along the girl's parted lips before licking her cheek as she drank in
the sight of another eighteen-year-old girl writhing uncontrollably in the
throes of her orgasm.  `Cum for me...oh that's sooooo nice isn't it....no,
no darling...stay there...cum some more for Gloria, darling...'

   `Nuh...c-c-can't...p-p-please...I've c-cum...please, ple....aaaaah!  Oh
G-God...pleeeeese....huh....ha-aaaah...nuh...nooooooooo.  Oh God...aaaah
aaah....yuh...yuh....heeeeeeee..ah...ahhh...HEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'M
THERE....YES...I'M T-THERE!  I'M THERRRRRRRRE!'

   Mrs Chamberlain stroked the teenager's sodden curls, gently soothing her
frantic breathing.  `Oh yes, yes...that's right, darling...keep cumming for
me harder...harder...' Only when the change in Melissa's wild hoots and
cries revealed that she had climaxed for the second time, Mrs Chamberlain
relented and let go of the girl's head.  Melissa immediately threw herself
off the tanned figure of the young blonde, curling into a ball bed and
rocking and shivering in the after-throes of cumming so hard and so quickly
twice in succession.

   Rosie's mouth and cheeks were wet and glazed with a thick coating of the
black teenager's cum.  She sat up slowly, breathing hard and propping
herself on her elbows, grinning happily and looking from one to the other,
knowing that there was more to come.  Hair matted and with her face bright
red from her own efforts and the lack of air clenched in the grip of
Melissa's thighs, she still managed a smirk of satisfaction as she looked
up at Mrs Chamberlain.

   `Guess it's time for me to meet Sir John properly now, Mrs Chamberlain'
she said boldly, reaching out with one hand to stroke the wet shaft of the
black plastic cock jutting from the harness around the woman's hips.

   `Oh yes, honey it's time...  time for me and Sir John to get up close
and real personal.' Gloria moved a little closer to the bed and Rosie
spread her legs even wider, lifting her hips willingly so the shaved lips
of her cunt gaped open and the soft pink hole of her vagina showed below
the engorged labia and the taut, swollen berry of her clitoris.  There was
a soft giggle from her side as Melissa recovered and wriggled round the
bed, scrambling across the rumpled covers until she could sit behind Rosie.


   Once in position, she pushed Rosie upright, snuggling up against her
back until the blonde teenage could feel the hot, wet warmth of the girl's
genitals against the swell of her own bottom and the pressure of those two
hard nipples rubbing against the moist skin of her back.

   Gloria Chamberlain hooked her hands under Rosie's knees and lifted them
up.  `Melissa's going to help hold you open...'cause I know you goin' to
need all your energy to deal with Sir John when he gets right up inside.'
Melissa giggled again and reached round Rosie to hold her knees, folding
her legs back even more so the tanned figure of the young blonde was spread
obscenely, her cum- rimmed cunt completely exposed and open for their
pleasure.

   `I can see you're still all nice and wet so...are you ready for him?'
The dominating black woman asked and gripped the black shaft with her right
hand.  She bent her knees and pressed the dildo down until domed head
touched Rosie's cunt lips.  `Hope you like fucking Rosie, `cause I'm going
to fuck you till you wet yourself.' She paused and waited for a moment,
watching the blonde girl respond with a shiver of anticipation and pleasure
as the slick black plastic touched her cunt.  `There, that's right jus' you
relax and let him slide in nice and easy.' She slid the helmet down the
blonde's gaping slit until the smooth, rounded dome was against the opening
of her vagina, paused...then leaned forwards very slowly.

   Three pairs of eyes watched intently as the pink inner flesh of Rosie's
cunt stretched more and more; the bulbous head sinking deeper and deeper.
In the sudden quietness, Rosie's rapid, shallow panting was the only sound.
She gave a single involuntary gasp as Mrs Chamberlain drew back for a
moment then her eyes bulged with shock and a single, breathless squeal was
forced from her as the slippery, highly polished glans popped through the
tight ring at the entrance of her vagina.  Behind the head her swollen cunt
flesh clasped the embossed shaft in a tight, wet embrace.

   `Naaaa-AAAH!  Oh please...s-slowly p-please
it's...huh...huh....b-b-biiiigggg!' Rosie screamed softly, craning forwards
to peer down at the vee of her thighs with a mixture of fear and wanton
excitement as she watched the thick black cock disappearing inside her. 
Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip as she felt the cunningly embossed
shaft fretting against the delicate inner membranes of her vagina.

   Gloria Chamberlain had fucked many young girls with Sir John and knew
how to bring them to pleading submission while she pleasured herself with a
long, slow fucking.  Right now she was being careful to let Rosie relax and
accommodate the length and thickness of the big black dildo.  Every time
Rosie's expression tightened she withdrew just a little, waited for a
moment, then leaned forwards again to slide the shaft a little deeper.

   `Oh God...its big...so b-big...haaaah...p-please...oh-oooh
yes....tha-tha-that's it!  Aaaaah yes....go one...yes...I
cu...cu...can...f-f-f-f-feel it r-r-right inside!'

   Melissa knew exactly what she was feeling as the last inch of the thick
shaft slipped up into the blonde girl's vagina.  Each movement of the cock
head inside her showed as a little swelling movement across the smooth
flesh of her lower belly while the entrance of her vagina pouted and
gripped the shaft like a pink sucking mouth as it slid in and out with a
rhythmic squishing sound.  Gloria could feel that the domed head was
butting against the girl's cervix at the end of each slow impaling stroke
because that sudden extra resistance was adding to her own pleasure.  Each
time the impact jolted the little spur on the inside of the harness against
her erect clitoris.

   Watching the blonde teenager's distracted looks and heavy breathing,
Gloria Chamberlain also knew that the network of prominent veins were now
playing their part in stimulating the girl even more as each long, sliding
stroke rubbed and fretted those cunningly designed swirls and ridges
against the rim and inner lining her vagina.  With Rosie wet and open
enough to take the full length of the shaft, Gloria gripped the girl's
ankles, balancing and bracing herself as she began to use her hips to drive
the gleaming black cock in and out like a piston.

   For each stroke she withdrew the dildo almost completely, watching
intently until the bulbous head was visible with Rosie's vaginal ring
stretched so tightly round its widest point Then she paused until Rosie had
taken that extra deep breath, before leaning into the vee of her splayed
thighs with a long slow thrust of her hips that impaled the blonde teenager
on the full length of the shaft.  Once again Gloria paused, holding herself
arched at full stretch over the girl's cunt, drinking in her gaps and
ecstatic grimaces before the equally slow, deliberate withdrawal.

   Gradually, as Gloria Chamberlain stared down at Rosie's tanned figure
with fixed intensity, the tempo of the strokes increased as she
concentrated on her own rising excitement.  Every movement was transmitted
to the devilish little clit spur nestled between her labia; every stroke
making the little plastic horn worry and tease under her hood right against
the stem of her clit so, like Rosie, she too bit her lip and breathed
harder and harder.

   `Oh yes...yes...that's it, move for me...feel him now Rosie...feel him
fucking you?' Gloria Chamberlain's words were jerked out of her between
thrusts, her own excitement rising as she felt the blonde teenager
beginning to cum.  `That's right...yeah...oh-oooh yeah...fuck that big,
black cock for me!  Oh God!  Oh yes, YES...harder...fuck it harder!

   `Nah...nah...nah...NAAAAAAAAH!  Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh God
yes....harder, fuck me harder...yes...yes...YES...YESSSSS!' Rosie screamed
and bucked spastically, head bent forwards and her chin pressed against the
slick upper slope of her breasts.  Her hands were behind her, clutching
Melissa's thighs as she tried to force herself down onto the long black
pole that was bringing her such wonderful sensations as it slid rapidly in
and out of her sodden cunt.

   `Ih...ih....ih...th...th..th-there....p-p-please...oh yes...OH YES! 
Huh...huh...ha...har...harder...harder...yuh...HOOO YESSS...K-K-K-CUMMING!
OH G-GOD...Y-Y-YESSSS...THAT'S IT....THERE!  YES.  I'M THERE...I'M
THERE...'

   `Oh fucking hell...ride him bitch...ride that cock for momma...go on
fuck it...oh yes...oh yes I'm not stoppin'...goin to fuck you silly....oh
yes...YESSS!

   Beneath the intense driving onslaught Rosie Melville screamed and
squealed again and again as the tireless black shaft reamed and fucked her
pink, wet hole.  Unable to prevent the stimulation bringing her to yet
another orgasm she was now just a quivering, wriggling bundle of nerve
endings as she writhed uncontrollably in the unyielding grip of her two
tormentors.  She couldn't close her legs, she couldn't straighten up and
she couldn't turn her body away from the rapid driving rhythm of that
massive dildo reaming her vagina.

   `PLEEESSSSEE...NOOOOOOO...oh God...oh God...oh fuck...oh
fuck...oh...oh..oh...nah...na-aaaah...cum...cum...cumming
again...noooo...don't w-want tooooo!  Oh YES...OH FUCK...I-I-I-
CUM....CUMMING...CUMMING PLEEEEESSSEEE!'

   Gloria tightened her grip, lifting and spreading Rosie's ankles, the big
muscles of her buttocks flexing and working as she drove the dildo in and
out, the rhythm becoming faster and faster as the devilish spur fretted and
teased under the hood of her clitoris, driving her over the brink of her
own orgasm as she fucked the teenage blonde into a squealing frenzy of
lust.

   `That's right...cum for me...that's it...oooh yes baby...fuck my cock
now...oh yes...go on...oh yes...shout all you want to...Sir John's going to
rip the skin off...Go on...fuck it, bitch...ah yes...YES...GO ON...GO
ON...YES...YESSSS...OOOH YESSSSSSSSS!'

   The last few words were shouted out, each one accompanied by a single
extra thrust that rammed the shaft deep inside the squealing girl.  As the
spasms of her own climax overtook her, Gloria leaned right over Rosie's
body to impale her as deeply as possible on the black, plastic cock.  She
rocked against the girl's groin, madly working the buried prong against her
own clit to create the maximum stimulation as she shivered and screamed
with pleasure.

   Sated at last the now-not-so-cool-and-collected business executive
finally lifted herself upright and slowly pulled the wet and slippery
column from Rosie's cunt.  The thick, black cock bobbed obscenely as she
pushed the harness down her thighs, drooping forwards as the straps came
loose.  Stepping out of it, Gloria lifted the tangle of straps and sniffed
the familiar scent of her own cum on the cunningly shaped inner lining of
the harness at the base of the shaft.

   Gloria Chamberlain looked beautiful standing slightly astride, brown
skin gleaming with a fine sheen of perspiration and a rim of white cream
edging the engorged lips of her cunt.  Her long black nipples were still
hard and jutting up proudly from the firm high-riding globes of her breasts
now sandwiched between her upraised arms.  `Oh yes I just love the smell
and taste of fresh, young cunt,' she said with a smile as she licked the
thick, oily juices from the black plastic dildo.  She looked down at the
breathless teenager, `I guess you liked getting fucked by Sir John here?'

   Rosie leaned back exhausted against Melissa's body, like Mrs Chamberlain
her tanned body was slick with sweat, her shoulders and face flushed from
her exertions.  Her breasts showed the marks of Gloria's fingers, the
aureoles still puffy and swollen and her nipples sticking out like hard,
pink berries.  She squirmed back against the black teenager, still aroused
by the sight of the tall, beautiful black woman standing in front of her
sucking obscenely on that shiny black phallus that had so recently been
embedded deep within her body.  A naughty grin curled the corners of her
mouth.  `Sir John's fine, Mrs Chamberlain...but you haven't felt what I can
do with this...yet.' The grin widened and she stuck out her tongue and
waggled it in unmistakable invitation.

   Before Gloria Chamberlain could answer the house phone rang, a discreet
burr designed not to annoy guests unduly.

   Mrs Chamberlain dropped the harness as she walked over to the table and
picked up the phone.  `Yes...no, no problem...no the room's fine...no, I
just asked her for a little extra maid service.' At that last comment she
turned and looked at the two naked teenagers still entwined on the
now-rumpled coverlet.  `No, no complaint at all...the staff has been more
than helpful.  No, I'm sorry to have interrupted your schedule...no, no
problem at all.  Thank you.'

   Her set expression dissolved into a broad grin as she looked at Rosie
and put the phone down.  `It seems that your supervisor was concerned that
you hadn't checked back that you'd completed your rooms.' She picked up
Rosie's maid's dress from the floor.  `I guess that means you're wanted.'

   Rosie scrambled off the bed and grabbed the crumpled dress.  `I'll keep
these though,' Melissa said holding up Rosie's underwear.  `Perhaps you'd
like to come back later and get them...I'm sure Glo...Mrs Chamberlain won't
mind.' Rosie smiled back at the obvious invitation.

   `Yes, yes I'll do that...I'm free at 10.00 tonight...will that be
alright?' She said struggling to do up the buttons down the front of the
harsh nylon dress.

   Mrs Chamberlain nodded and opened the drawer that had led to the whole
thing starting.  She rummaged through the froth of bras and panties then
threw a tiny scrap of white material at Rosie who caught it without
thinking.  It was only as she held it that she realised that it was the
white mesh micro-thong she'd been holding when Mrs Chamberlain had caught
her earlier on.

   `Something for you to wear when we meet again at ten,' Gloria
Chamberlain said, `don't be late, Rosie.'
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