Anne working Overtime

AWO06. -  Sit in service

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She nearly jumped on her seat! The old, grey haired man sitting beside her looked at her with staring eyes. Anne had almost dozed off, and realized that she had been so deep into those sweet memories of her love session with Jean that she had actually moaned and whispered her name. Here in the bus! And probably licked her lips too!

Terrible!

It was a relief to finally get off and walk the driveway up to the centre. As the well- known sign came into view, her heart started pounding - again.

This was it! Finally! The lecture that even could make the love session with Jean fade.  The ultimate test of submission. If she could do this, she could do anything! Anything!!

 

When she knocked and entered into Jean’s office, she was a little surprised to find that she was not alone. She was sitting behind her desk, with another lady opposite to her. They both appeared to be chatting lightly over a cup of coffee, wearing those familiar white coats over their dresses.

The unknown woman jumped to her feet with a big smile and in three long steps came over to hug and kiss her. She was as good looking as the rest of the seniors that Anne had gotten to know at the centre. Dark, almost totally black sleek hair tied in a tight, voluminous knot in the neck, big glasses with a dark red frame. Extraordinary nice smelling perfume. Very light rogue on her cheek- bones and a touch of glossy eyelid green.

 

Again Anne was totally overwhelmed by powerful femininity, a body and a personality passing on an all- consuming mental strength and sensuality, glowing brown eyes framed by pointy eyelashes and carefully picked black eyebrows. A round, very elegant face, displaying fresh maturity rather than any sign of age.

“Carol, this is Anne, Anne – Carol Copland”, Jean’s voice reached them from behind the desk.

Ms. Copland leaned back slightly, holding the young girl’s arms at the elbows for a short, intense moment as those huge, smiling eyes scanned over her. Then she let go and motioned for her to sit down on a chair beside her own.

Jean had been sitting behind her desk the whole time, and as Anne slumped down into her chair it didn’t take long for her to recognise why. From the slightly heavy and dimmed eyelids and the way her breathing went, she immediately understood that Deb, her junior assistant and secretary – “her first business associate”, as Jean had called her – was in position on her knees under the desk, dutifully servicing that insatiable pussy.

“Yes!”, Jean just smiled at her, nodding and as usual reading her mind like an open book as she took another sip of her coffee. “Yes…. she is!”

The two ladies laughed at Anne’ s amazed expression, thinking it was because of what went on under that desk. What they didn’t know was that Anne’s amazement first of all came from the fact that she had counted at least twelve powerful orgasms the night she and Jean had been together.  And that was just tree days ago! Anne really had the impression that she would need some time to recover after that workout. Seems like she was still grossly underestimating the stamina of this lady!

She again felt a small sting of jealousy that she could sit down and use Deb’s services just like that after their heavenly love session, but then again she had to remind herself what the girl actually was there for.  And besides, Jean would be teaching most of the time this evening, and would not have much time to have her own desires looked after. And Anne would be studying…. Studying hard!

“Now”, Jean started, clearing her throat and sliding a little bit further down in her chair, “Carol has been out of town for quite a while to investigate the possibilities of a few projects we’ve had in mind for some months now. That’s why you haven’t met her before. Actually she, me and Pamela make the main “board” of our little business. Up until now Mary had to sit… sorry, fill in the classes. Now she’s back though!” Her smile broadened as she looked over at her friend; “and I suppose little Heather hardly knew what hit her when you met again?!”

Another round of casual laughter.

“Well, she worked hard all evening and most of the night, if that’s what you mean!”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean!”

New giggling, almost girlish. Then Jean straightened a little and looked over at Anne again;

“Carol came back a little earlier than expected, but it won’t influence the plans for today very much.

You’ll be going through today’s lecture with Jennifer. She’s about two months ahead of you in the program – that normally would mean way ahead. But you’ve caught up with her already. You definitely have! She’s positive, but a little reluctant, so we’ve had to work a little more gently with her. But now she’s coming along quite nicely!

Actually, as I told you this weekend, I was planning to bring along a third of our established pupils, named Sandra, but unfortunately she couldn’t make it this time. The idea is to start building a team that will specialise in your technique, the core of the “new” branch …. of our business”.

A short gasp interrupted the monologue; the first visible sign that her secretary’s service started to have some effect.

Anne noticed how this short display of arousal immediately made Carol a little uneasy on her chair, and she took a deep sip of her coffee.

“I didn’t manage to cancel the appointment with Mary though, so she will be her today too. I hope that’s Okay?!”

A big smile, not even pretending to be apologetic.

Anne nodded bravely. She knew that was nothing but an order. But it was already clear to her that she and this Jennifer would be in for a hard lecture with these tree voluptuous ladies as instructors. Some serious overtime!

“Mary is in the showers still, but she has heard what I’m going to say several times, so I think we’ll just get started”.

Jean opened a leaf folder she had in front of her. Carol got even more uneasy and Anne’s heart pounded wildly.

Several full letter size pictures were put side by side on the desk in front of her. The quality was surprisingly good even though it was clear that they were made at the institute, obviously for this purpose only.

It was all quite straight forward, to say the least. Simple, in fact.

The most intriguing one, obviously, was a close- up of a beautiful behind in and arched bent- over position, leaving extremely little to the fantasy. Anne wasn’t quite sure, but she thought it must have been Pam.

Then there was Debbie. And then there was…. the combination!

As the tree ladies got more and more flushed from excitement, Jean pointed out the finer sides of the art of face sitting, using the illustrations to underline details.

“Obviously”, Jean breathed, “being smothered this way in many cases might make it difficult to get air. And you simply cannot rely on your lady to remember to worry about this, especially not when ecstasy hits her! Not with her best intentions! It’s just not possible, and it would’ve ruined the whole concept. The lady must be 100% sure that she can enjoy the service fully without any concerns about safety. That’s one of the points where our innovative sides have been challenged.  We most certainly don’t want any accidents!”

Jean moaned again, visibly enjoying the sensations crated from her own high-qualified service. She opened a drawer and picked up something that looked like a couple of small plastic pipes. She held them up swinging gently in front of Anne.

“Breathing tubes! Not too soft, not too stiff, with this soft rubber plug or whatever we should call it, to fit them in the nostrils. Minimised to let enough through while at the same time near unnoticeable to your lady.

Here, hold them!”

Anne reached out to hold them, almost a little frightened, as she tried to imagine it stuck up her nose. It definitely didn’t look very comfortable! The two ladies looked at her with glowing eyes. Eyes that clearly told her that what she was thinking was exactly what was in store for her!

Jean’s breathing got more irregular, although she tried hard to control herself. When Anne had examined the peculiar device a little while and reached out to give it back to her, her friend suddenly excused herself with a short gasp. Her jaws clamped tightly together as a powerful shudder went through her. The grey- green eyes locked with Anne’s as the orgasm spread out from her pussy all the way out into her toes and fingertips.

Beside this she managed to sit quite still, and got her breathing under control again even before she passed the peak. On top of that she even managed to grab the pipes and stiffly put them back into the drawer, all as her belly still convulsed, and cum squirts flooded the mouth pressed deep into her pussy. A display of strength and self control that made Anne extremely proud.  She remembered how the lady totally lost control when the two of them were together the other night, and realised that her own service after all must have been much better than the one she received right now. Deb was well trained, enthusiastic and patient, but still she couldn’t measure up to Anne’s standard.

“Unnnnnggghhhh!!” Jean obviously just couldn’t help it. As she passed the peak, the groan just pressed itself out between gritting teeth. Her palms slid back and forth over the desk until she grasped the hand Carol reached out to her.

Another moment passed in silence as her body trembled one last time.

“You look beautiful”, Carol whispered.

Anne couldn’t agree more. There was nothing as beautiful as a lady having an intense orgasm. Especially a lady like Jean! She watched with shining eyes as it peaked, and then how the voluptuous body eventually relaxed,  shoulders came down, the clenched jaws transformed into a satisfied smile and the tight grip around Carol’s hand gradually changed to loving caresses.

“Thank you!” she breathed, tilting her head and pouting her lips in a flash to throw her a kiss over the table.

She let herself fall back into the chair again and looked over at Anne as she waved her hand against her neck to cool down.

“There was something about a great life, wasn’t it?”

“Indeed” Anne responded, joining the two ladies in a giggle that again sounded almost girlish.

 

Jean relaxed a few minutes as her under table assistant carefully attended to her exhausted pussy with soft towels and kisses.

Carol used the opportunity to give more detailed instructions on how the tubes and other equipment should be used. She communicated in a warm and open way that further emphasized her intense erotic appearance, using elegant arm movements and eye mimic to underscore her important points. Her entire look with her hair pulled tightly back and the big glasses down on the tip of her nose made her look like some mixture of a head nurse and a schoolmistress. 

This in one way was quite relaxing to Anne, who still struggled with the idea of having the thing stuck half way up into her head.

On the other hand the lady showed no signs of doubts about letting her go through with it, just like that, like she was telling her the latest celebrity gossip.

Hopefully it wasn’t all as bad as it looked….

 

Carol must have been born into the role she had in today’s lecture. When they once again entered studio 4 and met with Mary and Jennifer, she was the one who took charge and got everything settled. Her schoolmistress- appearance gained significance as it was clear that she in fact was set up to more or less run the whole show.

Jennifer was about the same age as Anne, a shy looking brunette with a well trained and slender body. She was dressed like her too, in wide shorts and t-shirt.

Mary was – almost as usual – fresh from the shower and draped in a white towel, just like the first time. They sat side by side on the familiar leather couch with a cup of coffee each. Even though she set up her most marvellous smile, Anne clearly noticed that she was a bit nervous this time too.

They all fond their places around the table and served themselves coffee and tea. Deb came in with a bucket of champagne on ice and placed it beside the sweet- scenting flower decoration.

Anne learned that Mary and Jen had been together on several occasions during lectures already, so everybody except the two youngsters had met before. Anne found it hard to catch the young girl’s eyes across the table. She assumed she was nervous or shy, and was glad she felt so relaxed and confident herself. She was excited, but from expectations rather than anxiety. Surely there would be time to get more acquainted later on tonight as well as in coming lectures. She looked adorable, and - most important of all - had and open and receptive appearance.

 

After some more light chatting, Carol cleared her throat and looked around the table.

“Now, we all now what the theme of today’s lecture is, so I think we can get directly to the point, Okay?”

Unison nods all around.

“There are basically two important aspects about the type of service that we will practise tonight; Discretion and pride! These are probably not the first things to spring to your mind, and me and Jean have spent quite a lot of time trying to lay out a kind of a philosophy behind these cues.

The discretion comes from the plain fact that you’re able to sit up in a totally natural position, without any visible signs to indicate the kind of service you’re receiving. And that again brings you directly to the second cue. You can sit straight and properly in a position that brings you in total control of any situation you might be in. Some of our clients in fact find it a bit degrading to be half lying on their back with their legs spread. One once told me she felt like a grade tree hooker. Another like she should undergo a gynaecological examination or something.”

Smiles and light chuckling.

“Our clients don’t have problems with this kind of classical service in the evening or at night. It’s perfect for evening relaxation in a comfortable chair or in bed. That’s a different mood and consequently an entirely different thing. But – as I just said – it’s not suitable for a modern, busy woman at daytime. For once you can hardly work efficiently, and anyway you don’t keep your edge up - or more correctly; you don’t feel like keeping your edge up laying on you back with your legs spread!”

Carol shrugged her shoulders and looked over the group of smiling faces.

“So, this hopefully explains the two important aspects of this training. By the way – since it’s basically more of a professional thing - we love to call it the sit in - service”.

More giggling. Carol joined in shortly, before she straightened herself and made an attempt to look serious.

“Any questions?”

None of them expected any response, and Carol looked a little surprised as Anne reluctantly raised her hand.

“Excuse me miss, but you… you mean that this…. method is used only at daytime?”

“Well… yes! Or….. yes… basically. Well, I was actually coming to that. Thanks for reminding me!
Now, as I’m sure Jean has mentioned to you many times, many of our clients are working women, career women, women with drive and ambitions. These are the ones to ask for our sit in- services. Maybe it’s a little surprising, but many of these clients want our assistance during daytime. Some kind of extra secretary or staff function. Basically someone to help and support with different necessities during the day. The kind of support you cannot expect from an ordinary front desk secretary. But the support very soon focused on taking care mostly of one, fundamental necessity!

It all started with one of our client asking for this service. And when we came up with a solution similar to what you will try this evening, the word spread incredibly fast. And we never could imagine that such a service could be so popular!”

Carol interrupted her monologue with a deep breath that made her full breast bulge under her blouse.

“So, that’s why we’re here! I think we should clarify the things by getting down to business.

Jean, could you be a dear and roll the machines over here?”

Jean, who had been sitting discretely in the corner of the couch enjoying her coffee and her sexual afterglow, got up and disappeared behind the broad wall curtain. With experienced ease she rolled the first, and then the second of two heavy looking pieces of equipment that to Anne looked like ordinary exercise machines. They were swiftly parked with a heavy foot pedal in front of the section and locked in position.

When Carol slipped off her white coat and got up to start explaining their design, it was soon clear though that they were not ordinary at all.

“Now, these units we’ve actually had rebuilt from standard leg- extension machines. They’ll resemble the standard backup service chairs I’ll show you later on. You Jen have already seen them once, in a prep lecture with Linda and Liz, so you should know most of this already.

Anyway; as you can see, the chair will put the seated lady in a position quite similar to that of a standard office work situation. Basically a comfortable position for office work or attending meetings.”

Carol pointed to a leather- clad bench a level under the seat, extending forward across the support bars for the original leg curl- shaft. She adjusted the bench position a couple of times as she explained how it was used.

“The service- girl lies on her back, with the bench adjusted so she can find a reasonably comfortable position”.

She then proceeded with the lady seat.

“The seat is longitudinally split in tree sections, and as you can see, I can remove the central section. This leaves an open slot in the middle where the lady’s intimate body parts are positioned directly over the service girl’s upturned face. See?”

Anne again felt her pulse pumping harder and her cheeks getting red as she started to grasp the elegant simplicity of the design. The features of the chair alone were enough for her to breathe heavily. In addition Carol bent over with her skirt- clad behind stuck against her in a way that displayed its overwhelming richness and unbelievably voluptuous shape. Her skirt and jacket were greyish, with faintly visible stripes of lighter grey, and her sleek stockings had a matching, even lighter transparent grey colour. When she bent a little extra forward to demonstrate the different leg support settings, she was able to spot the even slightly lighter, almost white tops under the shadow of the edge. That also made the entire skirt tighten firmly over the two bulging globes, revealing a glimpse of a lacy white underskirt in the upper crack of the strained back split.

Anne got completely breathless. She suddenly realised that the physical attraction she felt to that body possibly could be as strong as that for Jean! Maybe stronger?! Surely her feelings were and would always be with Jean, but this woman was an animal, a real sheetah!! A classical Amazon. Someone to pleasure to the end of days!

She had to take some deep breaths to clear her mind.

She thought it quite unlikely that Jean would be entering one of the chairs herself. That’s probably why she used Deb’s services before the lecture. She obviously wanted to concentrate fully on the technical part tonight.

Anne realised that she intensely hoped Carol would be the one to introduce her to this kind of service. She had forgotten all about the slightly scary sides of the lectures ahead, and could hardly wait to serve the wonderful lady bending so seductively over right in front of her.

 

Carol completed her introduction by showing how the seat sections were independently adjusted sideways to allow for maximum comfort for the lady, and a fitting opening for the face of the service girl, and finally how the service girl’s head could be lifted up through the slot by a small manual pump fitted at the armrest.

“Oh, and one last important thing!” Carol looked up and pointed at a red button at the side of the bench with a snug smile. “This is what we call the chicken switch! It deflates the headboard level adjustment pump when it’s pressed! That lowers you down from your lady’s touch.   Emergency only!!”

Carol faced them with a warning smile and a raised finger.

“Really! If you’d had any idea how terrible a chicken drop is to the lady, - even in training - you would understand what I mean.

So, obviously,… if you positively know you can’t go through with it, then yes! Otherwise…. NO!!”

Anne felt a great relief. Even though she was sure she could die between Carol’s full ass cheeks, it was wonderful to know that there was an escape. If she should get sick, choke, suffocate or simply just get scared. This way – with such concerns out of mind - she would be able to focus 100% on the ultimate task.

Her heart pounded like a super tanker engine piston. Pleeeease let it be her!!

 

Carol put her palms together and looked over at Mary and Jennifer.

“Now girls! Jen is quite new to this. You Mary tried it already once last week. We had a thorough introduction a few days ago.

Are you ready to take on the challenge?”

The two looked at each other and nodded. Then got up and slowly came forward. Jen cast a shy glance over at Anne as she passed by. The girl was not able to hide her eagerness as she lay back on the bench, and Anne already felt quite sure that she had a special crush on Mary.

Carol stepped over her with the breathing tubes. With gentle and experienced hands she inserted the plug into the girl’s nostrils. Anne could see that the final squeeze to fasten it properly made the girl’s body tense for a short moment, but then she relaxed again.

Mary dropped her towel and slipped into a thick, white robe. She then climbed the machine throwing the back of the robe behind her, and very carefully positioned her bottom on the seat, with her delicate pussy right over the central slot.

Anne’s heart pounded even harder as she heard a gasp of excitement escape the girl underneath as the whole scenery was unfolded right above her face.

Carol smiled down at her and then returned to her instructions, talking partly to Jen and partly to the audience,

“Now, in Mary’s left armrest there are two buttons that controls the small pump adjusting the head board position of the service girl. Here you can see. When pressing the upper button, her head is adjusted upward to fit into the slot in the seat, bringing her firmly in contact with her lady.”

As the almost unnoticeable whistle of air was heard, Jen’s head rose slowly. Carol produced a piece of red tissue that looked like some kind of napkin, and swiftly put it in a ring around the girls face.

“Just to prevent moist from leaking out too much,” she informed with another snug smile.

Jennifer’s face slowly disappeared up into the seat slot, and a moment later a shaking sigh from the overheated Mary told them that the sweet mouth had found its position. She closed her eyes and arched her back to get the best possible contact. Then she relaxed, casually pulled the robe around her body and slowly leaned back to enjoy the ministration.

Soon she sat almost completely motionless with closed eyes, arms on the rests, cheeks glowing, thighs trembling slightly with the sparks of pleasure.

 

The others stood in silence for a moment, just watching the two in action. The lack of activity around her finally made Mary surface to this world again. When she opened her eyes and met the gazes of the rest of the group she smiled shyly and more or less instinctively pulled the robe a little tighter over her bust. A sudden loud and very wet slurping sound from underneath made her tremble.

“That’s a common mistake from lack of experience”, Carol smiled, referring to the sounds coming from Jennifer. “It happens when her lips slip out of position when she sucks in combination with tongue flicking.  It’s disturbing to the lady, so obviously we’ll train to avoid it. But don’t worry too much about that in the beginning.

We’re instructors, and we’ll help you perfect your techniques.

Anne actually didn’t worry at all. The sounds of the outrageous lovemaking in front of her had her so unbelievable hot she was almost sorry that the wettest once were not allowed. She still stood behind Carol, admiring the view of that fantastic rear. Oh, when ever would it be time to have it descending down on her face?!?

 

The lecture went on for another five minutes with Carol pointing out details about the basics of the technique.

Then she finally held in and took a deep breath.

 “Okay, so far this has been more like a fitness gym program instruction. Not very sensual at all!

So now we’ll start focusing on the purpose of these units, and all the pleasure they can give. Then me and Anne will eventually join our two lovers here”.

She moved up and stroked Mary’s cheek with a gentle hand as she started to recognise a very familiar tensed expression on her face. Then she turned and met the glowing hot gaze from Anne, and smiled seductively at her.

“Are you ready for me, little one?”

Anne couldn’t help it. Her knees got numb and she started trembling all over. She wanted to scream and jump around from sheer joy. To fall down on the floor and kiss this awesome lady’s feet.

“Oh, yes”, she managed to sigh. For a moment her new confidence faded, and the familiar sore- trunked Indian elephant syndrome overwhelmed her once again. How on earth should she be able to get down on that bench without making a total fool of herself? And sure enough, the panties under her shorts dug thoroughly into her ass crack!

Clearly it wasn’t just Jean that could make her feel this way!

Carol buried her smiling brown gaze into hers. Not as intense as Jean, but still letting her strength and confidence glow through those huge spectacle lenses.

“Relax, Anne. We won’t kill you! We’re here to find out what you can do, and how well you can do it. All of us – including you - only do what we’re comfortable with... right?! For pleasure!”

“It… it’s not that. I…I just..”

“What dear?”

How could she tell her that the only thing on her mind was to have that magnificent butt all over her face?! To drown in between those peachy globes?

“Well….”

Carlo’s smile got even broader.

“If it’s what I hope it is, we’re in for a great time, both of us!! Shall we?”

 

With Carol’s hand guiding her, she was down on the bench in no time, - without turning over or destroying anything!

As she bent down to her with the breathing tubes, she suddenly lowered her voice and whispered;

“By the way, Anne, I hope Jean has familiarised you with the term burster?”

“No.”

“That’s what I feared…. Shit!!

So she didn’t inform you that I’m the head burster of the lecture group?!”

Anne shook her head. The woman smiled.

“Okay, I’ll just have to try to hold in then.  Sssssshh!… I’ll tell you afterwards!”

With that she lowered the pipes down to Anne’s nose.

Anne couldn’t think any more about the lady’s remarks. She clenched her fists as she felt the tube ends enter. It was quite painful. Worst when the plug was fitted. Not as bad as she feared though, probably thanks to the very gentle and experienced hand.

As the lady rose back up to start her own preparations, Anne noticed Debbie pushing one of the leather chairs up facing the two machines. Then a smiling Jean with a drink in her hand came into view and slumped down into it.

“Supervision time”, she chuckled as she crossed her legs and took another sip from her glass.

The two ladies smiled at each other as Carol slipped off her jacket, threw it over the back of the machine and started hoisting up her skirt. With practiced elegancy she raised it just high enough to easily step over Anne’s body, but without making a public display out of it.

To Anne it was a completely different story! As the middle slot of the chair was removed, and Carol’s butt started coming down, she was faced with an image of overwhelming erotic beauty. So strong was the sexual impulse of the view unfolding over her that the breath left her completely. She trembled even more.

Somehow the lady’s style and appearance had made her almost certain that she would be shaved and sleek as the day she was born. And she was not mistaking.

She had the longest slit with the fattest and most robust inner pussy lips Anne had ever seen. And the tight little hole behind it was flawlessly grey- pink and smooth, looking just plain lovely. Again it was this hungry predator- like look, this wild female animal - demanding, insatiable and totally all-consuming - the look and the feeling that made Anne’s blood boil from burning passion. She just wasn’t able to control her shuddering.

As the ass cheeks touched and sank down on the seat on each side of the slot, the juicy pussy lips slipped apart, revealing a light pink and soaking wet inside. A clear drop fell down onto her upper lip, exactly between the pipes. She joyfully licked it off with the tip of her tongue and devoured it hungrily.

Carol had raised her skirt just enough to allow full access from underneath. She folded it nicely around her so she was covered up to the surroundings. Jean had to remind her to lift it a little extra for her to be able to observe the lecture.

“How are you doing, dear?” Carol asked looking down between her legs. She had noticed Anne’s trembling, and knew exactly how exited she was. How wonderful that her body still could arouse such soul- shattering passion! And even with timid beauties like this one!

“Wonderful” Anne managed to answer breathlessly.

“Great,” came the response. “Now I’ll start pumping your headboard upwards. I’ll do it very slowly, and as you remember you can interrupt it any time with your switch. The slot in my seat is now broader than it usually would be. That’s for you to be able to hear us. This could result in me pressing harder down on you than usual, but again; if it becomes unbearable, you use the switch…. if you should feel you really have to!

Anne nodded and a faint hissing told her the pump had started. Very slowly her head was lifted. Carol’s pink- grey asshole quivered deliciously as she wiggled her behind slightly to find the best possible position.

Deb came into view and gently placed the same kind of red plush- like round napkin around her face that Jennifer had.  Everything was ready.

The faint hissing from the air pump drove her painstakingly slowly upwards.

A tiny gasp escaped the mistress above as her nose touched and nuzzled against the wrinkled rosebud. Then her head was squeezed lightly down into the board padding, and the gaping pussy lips came down on each side of her cheeks to seemingly swallow her entire face. The heat and the wetness was incredible, and passion and joy ran as chilling shivers along her spine as she felt her face being pressed further and further into the damp crack.

She raised her hands and folded her fingers behind Carol’s spine in an instinctive attempt to squeeze her harder down. Down on her entire being. She just couldn’t help it. The submissive pleasure had taken total control.

No chicken switch for her! Not even if she would die in there!

Breathing went surprisingly easy though. The pipes were squeezed together a little, but their flexible reinforcement prevented a total collapse as the pressure increased. A perfect design, as always.

Jean had moved up to the edge of her seat and was following the unfolding events with shining eyes as she saw Anne’s cheek slowly dig up into the crack at her friend’s clit. As Carol finally released the button, her pussy lips formed a soft seal over the girl’s lower face. A few more adjustment clicks on the buttons, and everything was in perfect position for the lecture.

Jean had been totally transfixed on Carol and Anne. Suddenly Mary’s almost whispering voice reached in to her.

The woman still sat with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands holding the armrests in a strained grip as she whispered instructions, encouragements and urges to the girl below. She had adjusted her position slightly, and it was clear to Jean that she already had her little darling’s tongue working gently on her overheated clit. The first signs of unnoticeably small spasms in thighs and abdomen appeared, and Jean guessed it wouldn’t take long until that clever youngster had her all shaking and gasping in her seat.

Anne felt and enjoyed the almost crushing weight as Carol again adjusted her position slightly over her face. Her nose slid even tighter up against the asshole, and the pussy lips slipped around wetly over her chin. She let her tongue carefully explore the silky folds of the soaked pussy, trying to control her shivering passion to the benefit of her instructress. In this position she had full access to the hot depths of the long love channel, but was not able to reach with her tongue all the way up to the clit and urethra. At least not just like that. Maybe if she would try to modify her special skills?…..

“OK Anne, I know you’re fine. You haven’t made any moves for your chicken switch at all. I’m so glad!” Carol’s voice was almost shockingly loud and clear to Anne. Her ears were almost touching the leather on each side and she was totally consumed by the sensations created by the crotch being squeezed down on her. Mentally she somehow was tuned in on total silence.

“Now I‘ll relax and concentrate on your technique. Jean will take you through most of the technical part. I’ll basically just let you know how things feel, Okay?”

How did they expect her to respond? Of course it was Okay! Okay or switch! Nothing in between….

“So, Anne,” Jean started, sitting up in her chair, “I can see you’re already familiarising yourself down there. Whenever you’re ready, you can start with what you do best of all; your fantastic trust- technique. I’m especially curious to see how it works in this position!”

Anne wasn’t ready. She really wanted to tease the juicy, predator- tasting folds with a gently working tongue just a little longer. She felt so sure about her ability to break also Carol’s defences, and so thrilled about her position that she was in no hurry to bring up her big guns yet. Her main concern was the problems she had in reaching up to the clit area. It was right at the tip of her lower jaw, next to impossible to reach with her nose buried this way up the rosebud in the back.

But she had already felt that her more or less failed attempts at it had caused small reflexes through the buttocks and hips over her, so her lady definitely was ready to ride. And after all, it was her pleasure, and not her own, that was the point. Sure she would have time for her own enjoyment as she took her through the sensitive afterglow of her first orgasm. Then she wouldn’t need to get to her clit anyway.

She felt her body tremble even more as she mobilized for her first penetration. Her hands were still clinging to Carol’s hips, and as she let her tongue push inward, she felt a wave of small buttock shivers trickle all over her face and fingers. Thighs tensed, back arched and tits pushed forwards responding to a sharp intake of air.

She reached her full stretch, relaxed for a few seconds and then pushed all the way in, using her grip around the hips to squeeze in as far as she possibly could.

Wonderful! Fantastic! A completely mind blowing submissive sensation! Carol’s high heel spikes rattled against the footrest plates on each side, as uncontrollable jerks made her thighs live a life of their own.

Ha! This woman was solid gone, even before they got started!! She had looked as experienced in this game as Jean herself, possibly even more. But that was before she was seated with Anne Thornton! Anne could lick’em all… in more ways than one.

Jean couldn’t help it. She was amazed again. She had known Carol so long, and seen her twitch and scream in pleasure so many times. And seen and admired her ability to play it cool as the sensations hit her. Now she was gone like a fart at Mt. Everest already at the first full penetration! She wouldn’t last many minutes, that’s for sure. Pam’s record would definitely stand.

Carol regained her composure somehow, and tried to relax as the skilled tongue started an intensely slow rhythm of full penetrations, filling her totally with each inward thrust. Jean wasn’t lying; this girl was far beyond anything she had ever had in this chair before. And she had quite a few already!

The heat continued spreading all throughout her abdomen. It felt like sweet trickling on its way all out into the tip of her toes.

The tongue had a way of wiggling when it pushed inwards… or kind of bend maybe, some indescribable motion that made her vaginal canal contract to squeeze around it…. tightly.  And she realised it happened no matter how much she tried to relax. Even when she concentrated fully on relaxing every single muscle! A perfect pleasure reflex!

And she could already feel the faint signals of a beginning tightening of her belly!!

She almost panicked. She was supposed to be the cool instructor. Someone to use time and patience to bring on the right skills to her clumsy student!

A purely defensive instinct made her shift her buttocks slightly, just trying to ease the intensity of the shameless tongue as it continued its rhythmic, rigorous thrusts. It only made things worse though. As the heat rapidly grew, she came to realise that it was something about the tip of the tongue bending upwards, or something like that. Something that constantly provoked the strained love tube walls to contract like a clamp around the full length. In a sucking attempt to hold it in a crushing grip. Something that made the friction unbearable…. Made the melting sensations burn and glow and keep expanding out into the thighs and the full length of her spine. And into the arms. And the nipples! And then the mind and the soul!! All of her being! Until it was over her like a hurricane. Before she even knew it! Before her mind was even set to deal with it.

The slit cramped down around the tongue. So hard that Anne’s rhythm was interrupted in the middle of a backstroke. She had to use almost all her strength to pull back and then bury in again to the very bottom. Carol bent until she nearly doubled up, as her body shook violently. Then she threw herself back and screamed!

Her knees smacked together over Anne’s body, making her high heels slip off the footrest plates and kick around without any control.

Her hips bucked crazily back and forth over Anne’s face as she started her ride through an orgasmic bliss beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Mary had been on the very brink of her own orgasm from Jen’s clever tongue, and the sound effect from the neighbouring seat was enough to get her over the edge as well.

Although she wasn’t as vocal as Carol, the volume of the action in front of her was enough to make Jean instinctively lean back in her chair as she stared breathlessly.

Another lecture totally out of control. Another example of how her newfound talent devastated one of her most hardy and enduring instructors. Even in this position. Even at her first go. Hardly without a word of guidance. Or encouragement. Or hesitation!

Just like that! Pure and genuine natural talent!

The two women bucked like crazy in their seat as both their service girls received a generous quantity of erupting pussy juices. Anne could feel it squeeze in waves around her fully penetrated tongue as she strove to stay in position and to maximise her lady’s ecstasy. But even if her hands held the jolting hips in a clamping grip, she was not able to avoid that her tongue was being drawn slightly in and out by the movements. These small movements were enough to generate unbearably hot waves of intense sparks throughout Carol’s entire belly that in a few more seconds drew another, even more violent orgasm out of the straining woman. Escalated by the clit being mashed against the tip of Anne’s cheek. Her nose rubbing up against, and partly inside the sphincter of her pulsing back opening – as far as the breathing tube holder would allow. Her hands tight on those exquisite hips. Her entire being focused on the one task of maximising this woman’s pleasure. On drinking the juices of her ecstasy. On drowning in the depths in between those fantastic globes, into ultimate womanhood, softness, passion and heat.

Deep….  Deep….

 

The two ladies came down just slowly. Red- faced, spent and slightly shaky. Mary wiping her forehead with the arm of her white robe. Full, luscious tits rising and falling with the heavy breathing.

Jean let the air hiss out of her lungs. She discovered that even she was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Just by watching from the comfort of her deep recliner! She cleared her throat as she looked over at the two instructors with an indulgent smile;

“I always read that having a good time at work is important for business progress….
However, as I hope you are a little bit more relaxed now, maybe we should consider moving on with the actual lecture. As far as I‘ve been able to observe, our two students had to figure out a lot by themselves up until now.”

She was not completely able to hide the shaking of her voice, and her two friends had no problems in grasping the excitement behind her ironical tone as they smiled back at her with dizzy eyes.

Carol waved her hand at her neck and looked down between her legs;

“Anne, before we proceed, would you need a break?”

“Mmmmmppph” came the muffled reply as she signalled her desire to stay in her position forever by tightening her grip over those wonderful hips, further wrinkling the already messed up skirt around the hips.

Deb came over with towels for Carol and Mary, and Jean used the opportunity to ask for one too.

She actually had planned to ask the ladies to switch position for the next session. But Carol’s body language clearly told her that that would not be a very welcome suggestion at the moment. She decided to leave it for now. After all Jennifer obviously had managed to develop the hots for Mary, even in such a short time.

 

The next session went much better as far as Jean’s lecture was concerned. Even her own heat gradually rose as she moved from Carol over to Mary and back again to give her detailed instructions. Jen needed some help in developing the right kind of enthusiasm and involvement into her technique; how to signal her enjoyment by the aggressiveness of her oral ministration as well as how to use her hands for caresses and signals of passion. It was all there – definitely – it just needed some additional ‘smoothening’!

Anne most of all needed to control her passion. At least with Carol. Showing her desires by pulling her lady down at her with a firm grip was right - obviously, but not if skirt and belt was more or less torn off in the process. Firm, but gentle. After all it was all for the comfort of the lady – and then consequently for the service girl.

Under Jean’s careful guidance she improved especially the way she used her hands. Holding, caressing, and watching out for skirts and stockings. Then how to carefully reach up under shirt and bra to stimulate erect and sensitive nipples. Massaging back, buttocks and thighs.

The most challenging thing in this position however, was what she and Jennifer already had managed best; How to handle the juices constantly leaking from the silky love- channels of their ladies. Especially at the waves of orgasm.

When Carol’s body again stiffened and shook in ecstasy, Anne got a flow of juices even richer than the first time. It actually splattered in thin jets around her fully penetrated tongue and against the back of her throat as she strove to drink it down in a controlled, relaxed way. Anything to avoid coughing and sputtering, which obviously would be very uncomfortable to her lady.

At some point she even thought she felt a different, bitterer tasting fluid mixing into the gushing cream, but she was far to caught up in the feverish action to give any further thoughts to it. Anything coming from this lady was sheer bliss….  anything!

 

On and on the lecture went. Nobody knew actually how long they had been going when the girls had their first break. Only that it was long. And when they continued, the young ones were as eager to get back down on their benches as their ladies to get into their seats. A display of energy and commitment to perform that made Jean happier and hornier for every passing hour. When she at some point suddenly saw Debbie on her knees beside her, and met her pleading dark eyes, she was more than ready to let her in under the folds of her own skirt.

Somehow she managed to continue her instruction from her seated position on the edge of the deep chair for a while. But as she noticed the faces of her partners opposite to her start to grow tense again, she couldn’t help but let herself slide back to join in on their next ride up to ecstasy.

And in another few minutes three women cried out their lust and passion as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed them. Three elegant ladies enjoying the fruits of their hard work. The reward of their discovery that this was what so many dreams and fantasies really were all about. Dreams that they were just now shaping in a fashion that made all of them happy. What else could anyone possibly feel about such a wonderful way of life?!?