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Chap. 11. - Oral exam
The intriguing "romantic approach"- part of Jean's training program definitely brought Anne closer to her beloved lady. At least that's how she felt. For a lovely little while it was just like their first, intoxicating dark night of lovemaking, way back that almost legendary night. That heart- warming night! Those days of sore- trunk syndromes and tickling belly butterflies at all damned times. And still it felt like it had happened just yesterday. Even when her senses were overfilled by the power of Bridget's body and soul. The woman had been wonderful, totally exhilarating, but still she felt she could have given her right arm to be able to spend the rest of that night alone with Jean. Just the two of them.
The new twist to the program obviously was something different. It was a serious part, no doubt about that, but clearly more difficult to conduct according to the intentions than Jean seemed to have anticipated. At least that was the case with Bridget. The second "romance" a few days later was much more according to her liking. With yet another of her normally well paying clients; some Ms. Kyle, or whatever it was. With considerably better self-control.
And as she eventually got to understand the basic philosophy behind it all, she found that her leading star was right again. Like always! Her adjusted role - that put her a little more in some kind of a general servant position with her client - helped to focus on the total comfort of the lady in a new, extended way. It made her see that part beyond the critical task of providing sexual ecstasy and satisfaction more clearly. The part that elevated her client from a gracious lady up to an exalted queen - a superhuman goddess!
This actually made Anne discover a new level of enjoyment on her own part as well. The insane pleasure of being this kind of optimal comfort provider, pleasure provider, perfection provider. The pleasure of giving it all - with total commitment - to the glorious mistress. And with absolute denial of any kind of physical comfort or pleasure on her own part! Like Jean had underscored so strictly all the time. It was now, in this last part of the program, that she was able to grasp the full, emotional concept of this kind of ultimate service. That her eyes were really opened!
What she didn't know at all was that her enthusiasm about filling this ultimate role was what had brought Jean to the ultimate level of understanding as well! She had seen it in a flash, almost like a white shiny revelation. An experience of all pieces of the puzzle falling in place in one, single slide!
She remembered it so well. How she had observed the young girl, all the time thinking of what actually made her so special.
It was her special skills of course, – and her extraordinary loving and comfortable personality. And naturally her commitment! But still there was this extra something about her that she hadn't noticed with her other students. More like a feeling – a sense - than anything else. And it was increasingly annoying that she wasn't able to put her finger on it. Not until the day of revelation!
It was a few days after Pam's memorable Roman party. Her friends Veronica Chambers and Claire Wilders had asked for a separate, undisturbed session to test out Anne's special skills… to the full depths, as they had put it. The ladies had been too drained and too exhausted to take any further demonstrations at the night of the party itself.
A session like that actually didn't fit in all that bad with the girl's regular schedule, so Jean had agreed, seemingly very reluctant, claiming that it indeed did disturb the program. Anything to win and keep grateful clients!
So for this important evening she had booked a room at one of the best downtown hotels, and arranged tree deep, comfortable chairs in a half circle around Anne's place on the floor.
It turned out to be another long, breathtaking evening of moaning, groaning and teeth- gritting orgasms as Anne played out the full scale of her unique oral skills. The girl broke their sophisticated defenses one by one with murderous efficiency, intensely enjoying the fullness, taste and rippling sensitivity of those lewdly presented buttocks, thighs and shamelessly drooling pussies. The energy and enthusiasm with which she joyously used her hands and miraculous tongue, truly exceeded anything even Jean had seen and felt in such a setting before. Something that made her and her two friends yell out in mindless delirium as one orgasm succeeded the next in a devastating rate.
And it was when she saw Anne with feverish energy squeezing her face into the soaked depths in between those welcoming thighs that it suddenly struck her. That thing! That thing that made Anne different!
It was suddenly completely clear!
It was….. that enthusiasm… kind of…. That devotion…. that total, unlimited commitment to providing maximum pleasure! All the time! But first and foremost the way she somehow added a mental dimension to the physical ecstasy. In a way only she could do! The way she in the moment of erotic bliss sent her lady high up on a white, fluffy cloud… as that true, exalted goddess! The queen of queens…. The one and only worthy of the most extensive and self obliterating worship. The superhuman spirit of ultimate, erotic satisfaction!
It came from her eyes, her movements, her aggression… her joyful moans. All those little details on top of her marvellous sexual skills. And that added up to an all mind-bending effect that nobody could withstand, - no matter what kind of stamina they tried to mobilise….
Because they were weakened first by her mental attack…. And then by her physical - her oral! Until there was nothing left to fight with. If that should have been the point of a love session with her.
So, the unique mental elevation created a pleasure that worked as high explosive fuel to the physical stimulation that her massive tongue thrusts generated. The very effect that had flipped Jean herself over the brink and into her fourth, quivering orgasm of the evening. As she finally found the secret of Anne's magic. The full secret!
And the strangest thing of all, maybe, that this was exactly what she had been teaching herself… All this time! Exactly this kind of extra effort that made something more out of the experience for the client than just a way of achieving physical relief. And still she hadn't really been able to see the whole thing herself! It had been more of an additional technical feature to make the client more satisfied – as a client. Purely a business concept! Client satisfaction… No real thought about this deep, kind of soul- shattering sensation of being a completely new personality! Of being on the top of the top. Being renewed. The ultimate free being on the pedestal of perfect worship. Yes… simply a goddess. That was the word. No less!
And the others? The other service girls. What about them? What was the difference… actually?!?
That mental thing, of course! Even with their excellent skills and relaxed elegancy.
They were still of a different brand….. Still!
And why, actually?!?
They had… no, rather lacked… this combination of seemingly unlimited submissive enthusiasm and at the same time this incredible aura of self-confidence. At least what felt like self-confidence to the ladies. Or rather some kind of mental power…. Or something like that.
They worked with a kind of meek submissiveness, effective and energetically, truly enjoying what they did too… as they had learned. But with an attitude to their ladies that reflected a respect that in some cases even bordered to a kind of nervousness or even fear. Not obviously though! More like a faint tendency. But certainly not with the aggressive appetite and concentrated focus that Anne had. A focus that overwhelmed the mistresses with the acceptance of the fact that the girl was there for her pleasure, - for her pleasure only ! This enormous mental impact!
Another key of keys discovered during Anne's training! Because that was what it felt like now; Anne was training her ! Mentally enlightening her and opening the door to this higher level of understanding. What had to be the ultimate level!
And - imagine - she thought she had a challenge by training them in Anne's special oral skills! Right?!?
Now how was she going to deal with this?!?
Jean hadn't told Carol about that session at all, even though she knew her friend would have loved to take part. And that Anne would have loved her to be there too. And when she found out, it didn't make the relations between the two much better!
Anne had to tell her some days later when she was called home to her in the evening. Her husband and kids were off to Cape Mt. Larde for the weekend, so they had all the time they wanted for a lazy session of lovemaking. She could feel from the unfamiliar stiffness in Carol's body that her gorgeous mistress was upset for a long period after she got the news, and she really had to work extremely hard to finally make her relax and start concentrating on her pleasuring efforts.
Anne actually had the first possibility to try out her new ideas outside Jean's control that afternoon, and as her skilled stimulation took full effect, she brought on an explosion so violent she thought she would be grinded to pieces between those powerful thighs. She was even happier to notice that her lady apparently also got out some of the pent up frustration through that one. At least she was a lot more receptive to her worshipping care after that.
As they lounged at the pool in the back yard, free from prying eyes, Anne fixed drinks, made coffee, oiled her back and massaged her tensed shoulders. Then her back and voluptuous buttocks. All until the sexual drive again brought thighs apart and tongue burying deep into hot, glistening pussy. For the rest of the evening…..
When Carol fell asleep completely exhausted sometime after midnight, Anne lay at her side for a long time, just lightly kissing her cheek and stroking her almost completely black hair with loving hands. And then just looking at her perfect contours in the dim light. Still she felt she hadn't taken out her full potential as a complete service girl, but she had tried hard, and she had learned a lot already for the next day! Then she would be perfect! To a perfect lady! Oh, she was so incredibly happy…. How could anybody expect her to take any side in this mischievous division between her two wonderful ladies?!?
Even though Anne didn't feel like having any kind of extended vision on what it was like to be a complete service girl the way Jean had, she was eager to work the new understanding into practical action in her regular service girl training. Try to find her way, somehow. Bridget, and the ladies that came after her, helped making it clear to her what it meant in practical terms. How she could adjust – or maybe rather extend her routines to reach far beyond the sexual part of the service. Attempt to become a kind of combination of a classical submissive slave and a self-confident hostess. A perfect combination, of course! One that took care of her strange desires to be humiliated and respected at the same time. And now it was clearly up to her how to balance the two. It didn't take long for her to discover that Jean definitely had no answer! That this was something that even she hadn't thought properly through in all her time as the supreme business ideologist. Not yet, anyway… Picture that!
The long monologues she had to endure from time to time, clearly were meant just as much for putting things straight in her own mind as for teaching Anne. But still she sensed that her mistress eventually was able to work out some kind of structure around the ideas, and even find a way to start communicating the philosophy of it to the others. That was when she got really eager, almost annoying at times.
Anne tried to do her part the best she could, but it wasn't always that easy.
The TV screen flashed one of its endless soap shows. The volume was turned down almost to nothing, at least low enough not to disturb the two in the room. The light disco music seeping from the stereo was turned down as well, so much that it had problems breaking through the sounds from the laughter machine supporting the show.
Lights were dim too. Blinds were down to shut out the autumn evening sun. On the table a calm candle flame was the main source of light, illuminating two glasses of red wine and the folded napkins indicating that a light evening meal had just been finished.
Jean and Anne relaxed with their tea, chatting lightly about the latest plans for the business. Jean was more laying than sitting in a comfortable pile of pillows in the corner of Anne's couch, taking small, relaxed sips from her cup. Between her legs Anne enjoyed her dessert, her head resting gently on a soft thigh, her tongue lazily massaging the upper area between those sweet pussy lips, right under the shaft of the lady's sensitive clit.
Less than half an hour before Jean had had her first violent orgasm into her insatiable mouth, and by now the woman's heat was slowly rebuilding as the miraculously patient tongue and the subject of their light chatting was taking its toll.
She took another sip and sighed.
"Anne, you'll have to slow down or I'll have to put down my cup. I'll spill tea on my new shirt!"
"Sorry," came the mumble from down under as the girl prepared to change her technique to something a little lighter for mind and body.
Room temperature was up so much that they didn't have to worry about intimate parts getting cold from air exposure. Anne also had learned to breathe almost exclusively through her nose, to further ensure that something like that would not happen. She was only surprised that the temperature still hadn't encouraged Jean to undress her expensive shirt.
Anyway. Not her problem…. Just as long as she could lie around like this and enjoy her favourite pastime.
In the beginning she had found her latest role as simultaneous sex- and discussion partner difficult to cope with. But now this was a habit she mastered to perfection, just like anything else that had to do with proper service to her dearest lover and teacher. Fully according to the romantic approach training!
Jean had been doing a lot of thinking after her discovery of the mental dimension impact on the service - its enormous potential - and she had started to involve Anne in a whole different way. More asking than teaching, actually. Sometimes almost begging for ideas how to move on in her effort to build a good philosophy on the concept.
But she never forgot her old self when it was about organising and controlling the business, on the other hand. That was still the important thing, of course.
"Now, where was I?" Jean took another sip of the now lukewarm tea.
"Yes… I actually wanted to tell you some great news!"
"Mmmmmm!?"
"Remember the apartment downtown where you had the lecture with Bridget?"
Anne nodded, using the opportunity to place a few well-aimed flicks over the hood of the clit.
"Well, just about four blocks from there we've bought a new downtown office. Actually it's about a third of the 4th floor of the Wesner Building. It has a separate section with its own front desk. Pam and I signed the contract yesterday. It was expensive, but I think it will pay off generously!
Most of our clients are situated – or rather working – near downtown or the bay. And it's been more than unpractical to run the whole thing from the Mayo Institute."
A light shudder went through her as a result of a few particularly well-aimed tongue flicks alarmingly close to the oversensitive tip.
"So this will be a great relief… in many ways!"
She smiled down at Anne.
"And I can assure you the offices are complete with recliners and service chairs to meet all possible needs!"
Anne smiled back through the well- trimmed bush around her nose, and wiggled her tongue quite powerfully right over the base of the clit a few times, drawing a small, involuntary gasp from her mistress.
"And this has given us the possibility to install a great idea that Carol had a while back… a demonstration office!! How about that?"
"Ummmmm… sounds wonderful!"
"And I was thinking… If it would be OK with you… that Carol could administer the office, with you being the head demonstrator!"
Jean chuckled at her own joke, then had to gasp again as the clever tongue did its unpredictable magic.
They could play this game for hours: Jean teasing her with cheeky remarks, and Anne "punishing" her with acrobatic tongue flicks. A kind of attack and defence game, - sweet torture and defiant endurance - even though there was never any doubt who was going to win!
Anne was pleased, but also a little confused. Knowing how the relations between the two had developed lately, why would she place her in the arms of her rival this way? Was it some sign of a change of strategy? Was it…
"And that's not all, my dear little tigress!" she cooed as she took a final sip of her now nearly cold tea.
"Business is going well, and I thought it was time to forward the interest of some of my very best and most promising partners a little.
I was thinking of offering you a new flat, actually. Not very far from here. So you'll be able to stay in touch like today. But you will have a major step forward in standard, I can tell you!"
She lifted her eyes from Anne's confused ones, and let them sweep over the interior of the small flat.
"Nothing wrong about this. I think it's quite cosy! And of course it's after all just an offer."
She shifted her butt slightly on the pile of pillows, and used her hand to gently guide the wonderful head and tongue to an even better spot. And then sighed joyfully as the increased stimulation made her body glow from tickling passion. Made a new, lazy wave of hormones flush through her veins all the way out to the tip of her fingers and toes. And told her once and for all that she was in the supreme position to control a new, slow ride up to another peak of maximum pleasure. Pleasure as ultimate as it could possibly be taken… from any human effort. Because it was provided by Anne! Her own unique VIP in the expanding organisation.
Anne didn't make any signals of attempting to answer, and actually didn't even seem to be listening too much at the moment. The hand guiding her head had inspired her to an even stronger focus on the task on hand – or rather on tongue - and her eyes had closed, giving her face an expression of blissful joy.
Jean's words churned around in her head, of course, but somehow nothing she heard was able to get properly through to her at this moment. A new flat... Great! But not right now…..
A few minutes passed as the two women took their time to just enjoy being with each other; lightly moaning and sighing as they let the sweet waves of passion flow freely back and forth. Jean had put her cup away and lay almost like dead all over the pile of pillows. Every now and then a small jerk ran along her thighs and spine. She felt a pair of hands sneaking up under her shirt, and couldn't help but moaning deeply as the playful fingers started tickling her erect nipples. It was so intense; so soul- drilling wonderful. Almost not bearable. Even now, when they were actually just lounging!
But she didn't want to come just yet. Not in a long time! The clue was after all to make sure to be able to enjoy these exceptional feelings. Let it drug her mind, and let it put her on a big, fluffy white feather floating on the blank, sun baked surface of an endless ocean, or a windless sky. In some distant dimension. With Jonathan Livingstone Seagull.
Certainly no need to rush it when she knew that the provider of her pleasure had the same feelings, and could stay with her all evening and all night. And all next day, if she could take it! After all she was old enough and experienced enough to appreciate this just as much as the final orgasm itself. Probably even more. Now….
And she felt how wonderfully Anne had sensed and understood this, and had figured out exactly what her tolerance levels were. As long as she just didn't make even the slightest attempt to try to fight her skills or challenge her ability to break her defences! Oh yeah!! She had seen plenty of examples on the devastating consequences of that!
Like always she could lie like this for days. But if she shouldn't let herself drift up towards a new peak right now, it was time to pick up on the final business- related thing they still had to discuss.
"Anne… listen," she started, meeting those beautiful eyes through her tiny pubic bush as they popped open. "There is one more thing, actually. I really hate to bring it up, but we have to deal with it within the next few days. As you know you will have your final exam shortly, and BDSM role training is a part of it that we still didn't touch into.
As you know it's not my favourite thing. But it is for some of our clients, I can tell you for sure!"
She swept a stray lock away from her forehead.
"This came up early on, and Pam and I developed a kind of strategy on how to deal with this in a reasonable way. And at the time we came up with two basic solutions, which…… we still usehhhh…."
The last words came in a hiss, as Anne playfully attacked the base of her clit with some powerful flicks and then buried in all the way in a long, swift dive, filling her up completely!
Before she even knew it Jean's hips jerked up to meet the thrust, and her hand playing around the girl's neck tightened its grip. An action of uncontrolled reflexes that made her feel like an inexperienced schoolgirl! That strumpet! What a deadly grip she had on her!
"Anne… please," she gasped, trying to calm down again. "Just a few minutes…."
That one single attack was enough to push her completely off the track. She really had to drill her grey- green eyes into her partner's to make her understand that she was trying to be serious for a moment.
The overwhelming feeling of being filled up by this incredibly skilled tongue made her body almost numb, and even though the girl had stopped her attack in the fully penetrated position, she needed a minute to catch up again.
"So…" she tried to continue, "we developed a strategy based on make-up, and role playing training. We wanted to create a background element from the very darkest side of the erotic fantasies. For those who got a kick out of it."
Jean's belly shuddered lightly as Anne carefully started withdrawing her tongue. Very slowly it slid all the way out. Jean had to hold in again. And as the girl started an extremely slow rhythm of full penetrations, she had to wait another half minute until she found - and kind of fell in to the rhythm, before she could continue.
"It isn't easy to get anyone to tell you about these kind of fantasies, and especially not our clients. But we pretty soon found that there seems to be some kind of understanding out there of what the basic elements of these fantasies are. At least we clearly found a match when Pam came up with what we called the dungeon gimmick! A place of torture, painful cries and cracking whips. Darkness, torches, hanging bodies, masks, iron - these kind of things. Not as the dominant part of the service, mind you! Not as a part at all, actually! More like a background setting. Something an ardent lady should be able to just sense when her girl is with her. To somehow underscore the actual difference between the mistress and her slave! Straight out something to say that she kind of drags herself out of the torture chamber to serve her lady, leaving her completely satisfied and happy, and then return to her world of endless pain and humiliation again. Actually just another and dramatically different element in our fundamental concept… Giving the ladies this feeling of being the exalted goddesses. That crucial thing that will make us the best of the best! Where I want us to be!!"
Another moan intercepted the monologue. Jean noticed how Anne's back crouched itself in discontent at the horrific scenes laid out to her. The slowly increasing rhythm of those mind- numbing tongue thrusts indicated that she attempted to drown such kind of images in an ever-increased focus on pleasuring the pussy at hand.
Jean was as disturbed by this kind of action as Anne, but she had to admit to herself that she more than easily could grasp the erotic impact of the humiliation and degradation part of that background. So much that it generated another tremble of excitement throughout her body and a rapid flow of pussy syrup into that sweetest of mouths!
No! Enough talking! As usual it didn't take long until it wasn't possible to concentrate on anything but the brain- drugging sensations created by that masterful tongue.
She decided to lean back and let the girl take care of her for the rest of the evening. There would be time to talk about these things later. Now was the time for blissful pleasure. Designed for her. For her only!
Not another orgasm yet, though. Not for hours still! Just this soul- draining stimulation on the brink of explosion… until she just couldn't take it any more!
Evening turned into night. Soft moans and some strained whispers floated lightly through the atmosphere of bliss… just every now and then.
At one point Anne could clearly sense from the small ripples vibrating along her lover's thighs and belly that she rapidly approached a new climax. The tiny bush at her nose started to tremble, and the deep, regular breaths cut into strained sighs. She slowly eased the deep, regular tongue thrust down to an almost motionless sliding, and fastened her grip firmly to the powerful buttocks of her lover.
Jean raised her upper body, and her voice was surprisingly calm; "Ooooh…. let's ease it Anne darling, and keep it on the edge for a while if you please. You know how I want it!"
The first burning cramp of orgasm came flowing up her thighs and down her belly into her groin. She grasped Anne's head to tell her to stop all movements of that hungry mouth and tongue. Anne held in and froze almost completely with her talented teaser buried to the hilt, and let her lover's sensation of being totally filled up by girl tongue add to the powerful kick that rocked her mind at that very moment.
Both women held their breath as the cramp burned up around the tongue and again took the trembling body up to the edge of climax. Sweat broke out on feverish, hot cheeks. Mistress eyes closed tightly, teeth gritted creakingly and fingers griped painfully in fair hair locks as ands clamped mercilessly on the slave girl head...
For what felt like a small eternity, the love channel held the penetrated tongue in a tight grasp as the intense wave of pleasure coursed back and forth through the lady's belly and thighs. Encompassing her entire body! And even transmitting as an overwhelming mental force into the core of Anne's soul. The girl knew that even the smallest of movements would push her mistress over the edge and release the desired scream and flood of lady cum into her mouth. The temptation was almost irresistible, but she knew the consequences of that kind of disregard of her instructions would be severe.
Unbearably slowly the heat came down. Slightly. Jean suddenly felt uncomfortably warm. Comfort was after all the key!
"Don't move," she ordered almost briskly as she finally unbuttoned her shirt and threw it into a corner. The air felt wonderfully cool as it brushed over her glowing tits. The only thing missing now was the sensation of the satin material sliding gently over her nipples. They were giant, rock hard points, betraying her blatant arousal. When she bent a little more forward, they swayed down to almost touch Anne's hair. Once again she put her hands on the girl's head, and whispered hoarsely; "Now let it slide veeeery slowly, and massage my nipples at the same time."
Anne obeyed, and very gently started to slide her tongue out of the shuddering love tunnel, until only the tip was clamped by the hungry inner pussy lips. She felt the small jerks and the uncontrolled gasps of air over her as Jean waited for the next penetration. When it came, her mistress tensed again and grasped her head so hard that her long fingernails bore painfully into Anne's skin. She pressed her head even deeper into her lover's crotch as she felt her lady try to open her entire body to receive the full length of tongue up to that absolutely perfect fit. Jean wanted to scream in happiness as she was totally filled up once again. There was nothing on this world like this feeling! Again she felt Anne eagerly grip her big, powerful buttocks, and push her harder onto her face as if to get even deeper. Oooohhhh…. this girl was a miracle… Nothing less!
The slow and gentle ride carefully resumed after the breathless interruption by the climax build- up, and Jean slid back once again into the pile of pillows. Her legs and arms fell powerless to the side and she let herself drift off into wonderland again. The girl patiently continued her work, gently manipulating the giant nipples at the same time.
For another long period of time nothing could be heard but the intensive, slow breathings and moans from the two women. Jean lay like she was dead, just occasionally meeting a deep tongue thrust with a slow lift in her hip region, making the dark curled bush to split even deeper around Anne's nose. Anne's tender hands switched between gently massaging her lady's pulsing belly, plump ass cheeks and erect nipples. She intensely enjoyed the feelings she was able to generate in that wonderful body, and the excitement made her own little pussy leak its juices in rich quantities. But that was to be taken care of later in the loneliness of the evening when her lady had left. The only thing important now, was the comfort and pleasure of her beautiful mistress.
"Damn you, you little bitch," Jean moaned between clenched teeth as she felt her climax approaching again. Once more she wasn't sure if she should let go in between the sweetest of all the lips of this world, or prolong the wonderful tongue ride for some hours more. Resolutely she once again grabbed hold of the head between her legs, and with a painful tear of the ruffled curls, urged the fantastic tongue to stop in its fully penetrated position. The little slave darling read her mind like a book. Jean sat up again and felt the hot love tube clamp down on the full length of the tongue. A new wave of small convulsions ran through her spine and belly, and she knew she had managed to stop the build-up just in time this time too. The fireball of intense lust flared up and spread throughout her body, holding her stiffly for another minute as she rode along the star- bursting brink of orgasm, - without falling over. She met Anne's eyes through a sparkling fog of insane, crazy lust feelings, and then had to close the eyes tightly to flow through the last break of the insane pleasure wave. Still she had managed to savour the expression of love and devotion in the girl's eyes.
Again the fire slowly went by, and her body started to relax and come back down from the boiling condition. Jean suddenly realised she hadn't been breathing for more than a minute, and let the air go in a whistling hiss.
This was what life was all about!!
But she was quite sure she couldn't take another trip like that to the edge. These kind of workouts were almost too hard even for a grown- up girl like her. Unbelievably draining her of all energy even before she had her second orgasm of the evening!
With a final small jerk, the body over her relaxed, and Anne received a last, rewarding squirt of passion fluid onto her tongue. The tight grasp holding it inside the love channel softened minutely, and her tensed thighs released a little bit of their grip around her cheeks. She was wonderfully deeeeep into the pulsating pussy, - deeeep deep in; and all she wanted to do was to dig in still deeper and drink the uncontrolled excitement until her mistress was totally drained! Totally !
And somehow it almost felt better when her lady managed to hold back her orgasm like that. That kept the edge up, in a way. The wild passion glowing. Also for her! On the other hand it was a little frustrating to know that there still was an even higher level of pleasure that she hadn't brought her to yet, even when she knew it was her mistress' own wish to keep it like that. For the moment!
It was so different from that first night of lovemaking. The one she still remembered as the dark night. For some reason. Back then Jean had pursued maximum ecstasy all evening and night, without any sophisticated attempts to enjoy the finer nuances of her skills.
Oh that first dark night of fantastic love! Nowadays they could get down for an evening and a night like this one more or less any time. But up until that first night, Jean had been like an impossible dream. Completely unattainable!
Anne still thought back to that night as possibly the happiest moment of her life!
And even though other people had entered her life with a fervent, almost brutal impact in between, she still felt the same surge of sheer happiness every time she cast her eyes on that magnificent woman.
So any time like this, when she had the opportunity to pleasure her queen of queens, she wanted to be at her very best. At any time. And just drown into this overwhelming universe of genuine, superior womanhood. Just drown…. into the universe….. the black hole….. The abyss…..
Anne was amazed at how long Jean really could take this kind of on-the-edge torture games. That definitely was something new about her, and very different from the tendency to rush for the climax that was the characteristics of the other ladies she served. She was perfectly well – already a long time now - aware of the impact of her talented stimulation, and how difficult it was to resist, even to control. Even attempt to control! For everybody! Even for her beloved mistress up until the last couple of weeks!
Not that she wanted to complain. Not at all! She still was in the best place in all the world!! Right here and now!
But no matter how she resisted mentally, she eventually had to admit to herself that such long periods of deep penetration tonguing was very exhausting. After all a lady normally lasted just a few minutes under one of her deep tongue thrust- attacks, and after the inescapable explosion, she herself had had plenty of time to relax and regain her strength while she nuzzled, stroked and kissed her mistress through her sensitive period of recovery.
Her throat muscles had started to feel a real strain and soreness when she finally heard the almost whispering voice form up above.
"OK dear; give me your best shot with your special technique! Like my final test for your exam! Get into it, and really show me what you can do!"
She knew what that meant. No holding back! No mercy! Full speed for the peak!
The belly in front of her vision bucked from excitement before she could even start her full attack. A thin jet of juice sprayed her tongue as it burrowed inward. Bursting stiff nipples trembled in anticipation as she let her hands glide up along the waist to start her sweet fingertip stimulation. One of her mistress' hands holding tightly onto her young lover's neck, the other grasping a handful of padding, hanging on the best she could!
The luxuriant pubic bush now formed a perfect split around her nose. All the way down. As designed – as with the rest of her - to be a perfect fit onto her face.
And it didn't take even a minute of her masterful combination of deep thrusts and insistent clit flicks before the pubic bone started trembling vigorously and pushing the length of the insatiable slit against her mouth and nose in hard, convulsive jerks. Heavy breathing gradually turned to irregular gasps as passion took control.
Encouraged by the immense response, Anne increased the brutality of her assault as she tried to find the rhythm of the pubic bone jerking aimlessly under her massive tongue lashes.
It was difficult, but – like always - she kind of instinctively picked up on it, and was able to fall into the wild erotic dance led by her demanding mistress.
"Nnnnngggggghhhh!!….."
No witty remarks…. No precise instructions! Just a passion- consumed woman, bucking like a young boy under her forceful stimulation. Like any other of her lusty women. Now.
Abandoning all her usual control for a blissful race over the top.
Jean threw her head from side to side, gasping hoarsely, pressing her entire abdomen up against the hard working mouth. That miraculous mouth. Trained to total perfection. By her and her team.
Even though she normally preferred relatively controlled orgasms when she and Anne were together, the girl had no problems recognising her rapid rise towards a violent blowout. Now the ecstatic pussy alternated between bucking wildly against her mouth, and trembling motionless for several seconds under her merciless tongue flicking.
Then the trembling got harder; the thighs and belly muscles tightened… much tighter…. much…..
And then a heart- bursting explosion!
The most violent orgasm she had ever experienced!
Shattering her mind and soul to the very deepest of its core!
Elaborately lifting her nearly clear of the pile of pillows as she gave herself over to the hungry mouth.
An all- consuming relief!! Possibly even better than the insane ecstasy of their first night back together!
Her body's unconditional approval of the girl's qualifications as a top grade service girl! The best she had had… the best she would ever have!!
She could sense from the way the body of her darling slave girl twitched and twisted under her that she was on the edge of a violent orgasm herself. Just from the massive mental impact of her own explosion! She was pleased to note how her strict teaching stopped the girl from giving herself over to it. All in order to be able to remain hot and hungry for her mistress! At all times! Like a service girl should!
Jean lay completely spent and powerless for a long while before she could collect enough strength to move her head and look down at her beloved darling with a faint smile.
"I definitely think you're ready. You'll pass your test with flying colours, that's for sure."
Anne had stopped her gentle afterglow tonguing of the exhausted pussy, and covered it up with a warm, fluffy towel, as she had done so many times before. She knew that was the best thing for her mistress, but it was hard. Her own body trembled with passion and already she was consumed by the desire to dive in and sink her talented tongue in to the bottom for a new, patient pleasure ride.
But that would have to wait. Even Jean didn't have an orgasm like that every day!
And still the lady wanted to discuss those last, trivial things for her exam preparations…..
The final approval - the exam, as Jean put it - sounded like some awfully formal and very serious event. And it could be that it was supposed to be. Or maybe even was to the other students, as far as Anne knew. In her case, however, it was a whole different thing. Much more of a piece of cake than she thought it would be when she was told about it the first time.
Come to think of it, the whole arrangement sounded quite similar to that first day with Jean's assembled team at the institute. That time when she first met Mary and Pam. Which already seemed like ages!
When the time approached, she had expected to be nervous. And more and more as the last days passed.
Especially when Jean told her that she had rented a suite at the Tortuga Hotel for the occasion.
But it felt like a big step forward for her that she could go to the challenge more or less just like it should be an ordinary training session at the institute. Maybe because she sensed that there would be a relatively familiar, or 'safe' setting for the whole thing.
When she knocked on the huge mahogany door with the golden plated room number and shiny black door handle, she wasn't surprised to see who were waiting. Jean, Pamela, Mary… and Carol. And Deb, of course, in the background to arrange all of the practical things.
The only thing that actually stunned her was the size and luxury of the suite. It was a very spacious room, with one wall of nothing but windows from floor to ceiling. A broad staircase led upward to a mezzanine with a water fountain and an open bedroom arrangement. Impressive!
Downstairs there was a spacious and shiny mahogany bar on the left hand - where Deb had found her place - and a broad section with a dark toned glass table and broad brownish, almost golden leather couches and recliners in the middle of the room. All seemingly casually scattered over a fluffy white rug. And all the usual refinements of course: champagne on ice with tall glasses and a massive flower decoration on the table… Deb had even arranged a jar with some kind of incense, creating a very heady aroma that brought an additional soothing element to the atmosphere of the room.
It was clear: they had tried their best to make her nervous!!
No no! Not this girl. Those days were gone! Not even any last sign of the everlasting sore trunk syndrome of the past!
Sure enough her heart was pounding a little bit faster as she crossed the shiny floor, her steps echoing in the room. And came up to the leather section, where her 'expert panel' casually waited. Jean, Carol, Mary and Pamela. Side by side on the couch! Broad smiles greeting her. Skirts hiked up around their waists. Legs crossed. Glasses filled. Jean delivering another of her monologues on what was expected from her. And how they all were looking immensely forward to it! Like she didn't know!
When her mistress stopped talking, she gave them a confident smile in reply. Then she kicked off her shoes and slumped down on her knees on the soft rug in front of the couch…..
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