The Adventures of mandy Love: Chapter 6: Mandy trains Monique.

The Adventures of Mandy Love: Chapter 6: Training Monique.

Monique whistled quietly to herself, in a happy mood as she cleaned Room 517 on the top floor of the stylish upscale and elegant hotel on Nob Hill in San Francisco, California USA.  The hotel was known at The Mystique.

Monique knew that she had been very lucky to get this temporary job during the school summer holidays during the Xmas break. there were not many such opportunities in San Francisco , with all the college kids looking for work in during the busy tourist season, Also, she was only a little over 24 years old and there were a thousand college age kids all looking for work during the holidays. If it were not for her striking good looks, she might not have caught the eye of the beautiful manageress of the property who was known for her taste in glamorous girls. The hotel had an edge about it. Almost brothel, almost exclusive club, the talented Miss Ashley Carrington knew exactly what her clientele wanted and she delivered, mostly in the form of young, gorgeous girls in provocative attire working the swanky cocktail lounge, as floor attendants/maids, as bell persons, front desk personnel, etc.

Monique was an aspiring model and recently had undergone complete laser hair removal of her entire body, other than her haunting eye brows and lovely, thick, blonde hair. She had been told that hair was a turn off to those in the modeling world and there was always those extreme close up shots in bikinis and underwear in which Monique could not show any hair below her eyebrows.  The bad news is that while her skin was soft, smooth all over, her debt from the procedures had put Monique into something of a desperate financial situation and she really needed a nice job.

Monique had tried in vain to get work with one of the high paying modeling agencies in San Francisco , but did not have the experience, or so she was told. The modeling lessons she needed were also costly which added to her financial desperation.

As luck would have it, Monique had happened to mention her modeling desires and current disappointments with modeling agency interviews to her college professor of artistic design at the university, Miss Chatterley, and that was Monique’s lucky day.

Miss Chatterley was a pleasant, young, glamorous, and always very smartly-dressed woman in her late 20s, who Monique really admired). The professor had looked at the pretty blue-eyed blonde millennial appraisingly for a long moment and then, as if coming to a decision that had been long-maturing, had said that she knew the manageress of The Mystique, the very exclusive, boutique, expensive modern hotel on the edge of the town.  What Miss Chatterley did not tell Monique was that she had seen Monique one day readjusting her gaff in the woman’s restroom one day and knew, finally, that she had found another truly glamorous lipstick CD sister who, while young, looked eager and pliable.  Miss Chatterley was one of the most beautiful woman on campus, and only a very select few knew of her CD secret as she was very passable with smooth skin, no hair anywhere, and a dazzling hour glass figure.

Miss Chatterley told Monique that she would mention Monique to the manageress. In fact, Miss Chatterley added to the delighted schoolgirl’s chorus of thanks, she would positively recommend her, and be glad to provide a reference. What she did not say was that she knew of Monique’s secret and would tell the manageress so that the appropriate trap could be set for a new soon to be trained submissive lipstick CD sister to service her and her CD friends.

Within a week the eager 24-year-old had been given an appointment for an interview with Miss Ashley Carrington, the manageress of The Mystique, near Nob Hill.

The preparation for the interview was nerve racking for Monique. Her real secret was that she was a well-practiced crossdresser who was so passable that no one ever suspected that under her tight fogging dresses was a well concealed clit of monster proportions. Monique was an expert at carefully tucking away her large gift, but the interview with Miss Ashley Carrington would be challenging. Her professor told Monique that Ashley like submissive, demure blonde girls who were willing to dress to impress and Monique was not sure what that meant, but had an idea.

Thinking that less was more, Monique arrived at the interview in a tight little mini-skirt – almost a micro-skirt. She had deliberately put on her shortest skirt with matching low cut top, long dangling chain earrings, mid height patent black leather heels, fish net waist high stockings and a bit more makeup than usual because of the comments her professor had made.

Ashley turned out to be a rather formidable lady, brisk and efficient, and clearly very much in command of her domain. The manageress appeared to be in her late 20s: it was hard to tell, as she was tall and slim, with collar-length blonde hair in a style that was both elegant and rather severe, but from the slight lines around her lips and eyes, she clearly was an outdoors type who had spent some time in the sun, for sure looked great in hiking gear and could probably hike the Mount diablo summit route in less than 2 hours. In the office, however, Ashley was all business. Elegant and sophisticated beyond her years, she was a real bonus to the hotel which had been doing very well since she took over control of the daily operations which were rapidly transforming the hotel into the “must go” place, especially with wealthy men and indulgent cougar woman in starch of eye candy.   

For the interview with Monique, Miss Carrington was dressed in a sophisticated simplicity that Monique envied, in a charcoal grey business suit, with the flared jacket and tulip skirt tightly tailored to her tiny waist and girlish curves. Beneath this was a buttoned blouse in scarlet silk, its flash of vivid color effectively offsetting both the grey of the suit and the black of the manageress’s leather stiletto-heeled boots. Monique had been quite intimidated by the woman’s effortless assurance and authority, and felt that she had come across as quite shy and rather submissive at the interview, or at least she had hoped she had. .

During the interview, Monique was so taken by Ashley, that she found herself subconsciously staring at Ashley, at her tits showing their form through the silk blouse, and several times appeared to blush for no reason. Monique felt so relaxed in the interview that she had let her legs come apart and little did she realize that Ashley had, herself, been staring slyly at Monique’s panties which occasionally were visible under her micro mini skirt when Monique was not concentrating on keeping her knees together.

The high point of the interview, at least in terms of Monique’s performance, was when Ashley asked Monique to demonstrate her dusting technique using the feather duster next to the chair. â€œTry dusting those high shelves over there.” Ashley had said pointing to the shelves opposite her desk.

Monique stood up, smoothed out her very short skirt, and even tried to pull it down a little before turning sideways to Ashley, bending at the waist, and with arched back and straight legs picked up the duster in what seemed like a 30 second gesture so that Ashley was presented with a slow motion scene starring Monique’s slim profile and large hanging breast forms.  She then sauntered over to the bookshelf and reached as high as she could to dust the top shelf, knowing that her skirt would ride up her firm, perky ass and give Ashley a show of her ass and thong. With legs together, back arched Ashley could see through Monique’s legs right under her private parts and the image of the black thong panties contrasted nicely against her smooth, soft, yet firm ass cheeks. 

Monique wiggled as she dusted and this action caused her skirt to ride up even further. Monique did not even try to pull it down, and at one point to dust at an awkward angle, spread her legs. This leg spreading position accentuated Monique’s thin, muscular legs and the heart shaped little space right under her thong at the top of her thighs. At that point, Monique’s skirt was climbing up her ass and the elegantly scripted words “All Yours” which was stitched into her waist high fish net stockings began to show.

Despite some discomfort with her body angles, Monique kept on dusting. Monique was careful to give Ashley the best view possible by keeping her ass towards Ashley at all times and what she did not see was the prim and proper Miss Ashley squirming in her seat as she, herself was getting very aroused by the show.

After a few moments, Monique, ramped up the scene by dusting one of the lower shelves and in doing so with arched back, straight legs, and ass pushed out, blonde hair flowing down her back and looking back over her shoulder, asked: â€œIs this the way you like it, Miss Ashley??”

Ashley was mesmerized with Monique’s fine, tight ass and the way she knew how to show it off, teasing, acting so innocent, but revealing, shyly, her inner slut. In fact, it was intoxicating, Ashley thought. Monique’s practiced feline voice was particularly submissive during the interview, another hint from her professor, and she had thought things were going well with the interview when Ashley told her to sit back down. Ashley motioned not to the chair Monique had been in, but instead, a little stool next to Ashley’s desk which put Monique’s head not too far from Ashley’s legs and forced her to tuck her legs underneath her ass.

It was the vision of this girls cute ass and stylish panties which helped Ashley make her decision.  The real kicker was how submissive she seemed and she even did not baulk at sitting on the little foot stool at her feet, like a good pet.

Monique had been surprised when, at the conclusion, Miss Carrington had said – with her first smile – that Monique seemed to be a nice and dependable young girl, that she had been strongly recommended by Miss Chatterley, who’s judgement the manageress trusted.  There was a slightly odd, assessing look in her eyes when she said that she was willing to give Monique a two-week trial, and that – if all went well – she would employ her for the whole 5 weeks of the winter break, and indeed probably in the Summer holidays and again the following year because Monique had the look Ashley was targeting for the hotel with her striking figure, high cheek bones ultra slim waist and long muscular, youthful legs which Monique had tucked underneath her to sit on the low foot stool.   Ashley told Monique this good news as she stroked Monique’s blonde hair like one would pet a submissive animal.

What Ashley did not say could have filled volumes about what she thought was possible with Monique sexually, and with Monique almost purring at the news, Ashley knew that the new hire would be a good fit.

Monique was determined to seize this marvelous opportunity, and put all her efforts into demonstrating that she was an ideal employee. It was now the start of her third day, and already she had mastered the routine of her main duty. This was to clean the rooms of the guests, either when they had checked out and before the next arrivals, or – if they were staying over – at some time convenient for them, when the room was unoccupied. Everything seemed to be going well – in fact, at the end of the previous day, when Ms. Carrington had inspected the rooms that Monique had been assigned, the manageress had given the girl one of her rare smiles, and told her that she was ‘coming on well’.

The only issue for Monique was the uniform that Miss Carrington

 Had required her to wear during her cleaning rounds. It was a severe, one piece French maid uniform with a very low cut top, skin tight stretch sheen material, down to the waist, which then flared out due to a built in ruffle slip underneath the very short skirt. The entire uniform was easy to get into as it had only one zipper from under one armpit to the hem of the skirt, and the main issue was pulling the skin tight material around her torso as she zipped it up. The uniform left bare her arms and she was required to wear elbow length lace fingerless gloves which were stretchy so they never snagged down her arms. The tube top effect of the top of the uniform barely covered her faux nipples on her large DD cup size faux breast forms, and she constantly felt like she needed to pull up her top. The good thing was that her faux breast forms were very perky and never sagged while glued on so with a little skin tape, Monique was able to place the line of the top just above her nipples and it stayed there all day, no matter how much her breasts bounced as she walked around the property.

Monique was also required to wear a stretchy velvet black collar which matched the black rimmon she was to wear in her blonde hair.  Monique was to wear 3-inch patent leather pumps which had to be shined to a high gloss at all times, and thigh high fish net style stockings which were held up with lacey garter straps connected to a corset. The skirt length was so short that the garter straps were totally visible as where the tops of her thigh high stockings under the very short black skirt with ruffled slip underneath barely covering her firm, muscular ass cheeks. 

Monique was to wear heavier than usual make up with a preference for cat eye flourish mascara, and the most challenging was the corset to which the garter straps were attached.  Miss Carrington required Monique to present herself before starting her shift each day and without exception, Miss Carrington asked Monique to brace herself on the edge of her desk when she tightened the corset to extreme proportions to accentuate her very thin waist and highlight her firm, round ass.  Each time, Moinique could feel the skirt ride up her ass as she was gestured to lean over the desk waiting for the corset to be cinched.

Monique only hoped that Miss Carrington would not notice the lacy gaf concealing her clit which was expertly tucked so that no one would think that she had anything but a cunt underneath. Monique had come up with a technique of using coconut oil to lube her CD pussy and would actually insert her clit head into her CD pussy so that at all time it was wrapped around and well hidden under her gaf.

“It is all about the guest’s enjoyment” Miss Carrington would say, and that Monique needed to look the part of a fine sculpture as she worked so that she would complement the fine art on the walls of the exclusive hotel.  Miss Carrington mentioned several times that this sort of outfit was normal in the modeling agency world, that several of her guests were talent scouts for modeling agencies and that she should look the part of a fine piece of art as often as she could when guests were present.

Monique did not mind the attention to the personal grooming details required by Miss Carrington and came to enjoy the extra attention she seemed to receive from the manageress, even the ritual tightening of her corset which cinched her waist to a tiny 20 inches, highlighting her 32 inch hips and DD cup breast forms. On this third day, not thinking any of it, upon arrival to Miss Carrington’s office for inspection, Monique naturally assumed the position with her hands on the manageress desk, arched her back, pushed out her ass, straightened her legs and drew in a long breath to allow Miss Carrington to walk behind her, unzip the top of her uniform to expose  the cinch ties of the corset, pull hard on the cinch straps, and then zip up the skin tight top of the dress. 

On this third day, Ashley told Monique to remain where she was but to stand up. Ashley then retrieved a tape measure and wrapped it around Monique’s very thin waist. 

“Very nice.” Ashley stated. â€œyou are down to 19.5 inches now, and it is only your third day. I expect you to be cinched to 18 inches by the end of your two-week trial period so no sweets for you my dear,” Ashley said in an almost erotic mistress tone.

Little did Monique know that it was all Miss Ashley Carrington could do not to lock her door right then and there to perform an inspection of a more personal nature, but work needed to be done and there was time enough for play later.

With a low moan, Monique expressed her approval as Ashely lightly patted Monique’s firm ass cheeks under her flared skirt. Miss Carrington might need to get a smaller corset for her by the end of the two-week evaluation period, she thought as she admired the hour glass look of her new employee.

Monique just seemed to purr with the praise and turned around to allow Miss Carrington to inspect her makeup, hair, and uniform. On this day, knowing that it would be a special day, Miss Carrington took pleasure in pulling Monique’s blouse down a little bit while she adjusted her breasts so that they offered a little more cleavage than usual.   Amazing, Ashley thought, her faux breasts look so real and the coloration is perfect with her skin. The cleavage created by the DD forms was a magnet for just about everyone at the hotel and several guests had complemented Ashley on her newest employee.

Monique’s faux breast forms had been custom made and colored so that no one ever suspected that they were not real, but now that Miss Carrington had actually touched them with the readjustment, Monique became a little nervous, and even blushed a little because her nipples were set to be always semi hard and she noticed that Miss Carrington Was staring intently at them during the adjustment procedure because one could see the nipples showing through the lacey shelf style bra cups of the corset and the skin tight fabric of the tube top uniform.

“Well, that is better, don’t you think?” Miss Carrington said while Monique was looking down trying to avoid eye contact. Monique needed this job and if it took being a little submissive in front of Miss Carrington, then so be it. 

Monique mumbled something like “Yes, Miss Carrington, whatever you like,” and these words gave Miss Carrington a little jolt of adrenaline as she believes that she noticed the first submissive inclinations in Monique.  Ashley decided to test her theory with a lipstick reapplication.

“Do you have your lipstick with you,” Ashely asked of Monique who dutifully pulled her lipstick from a hidden pocket in her skirt. 

Ashely took the lipstick and extended the application tip with the bright red color. 

“Look up and pout poutt your lips for me Monique.” Commanded Ashely. As if on que, Monique immediately looked Ashley in the eyes, pouted her full lips and presented them to Ashley to apply additional lipstick.

Good, thought Ashley, she is something of a submissive, as she expertly applied an additional coat of red lip gloss to Monique’s full lips. Ashely just stood there for a minute admiring her handiwork and marveled at how fair Monique’s skin was. She knew that she was a CD, but there was no hint of any facial hair and the skin was so smooth. She must have had some laser removal, Ashley thought as she broke eye contact and turned away.

“now off to work and be a good girl.” Ashley said, thinking to herself what a good girl Monique would be on this special day.

So, Monique had begun this Wednesday morning in an almost erotic, but cheerful frame of mind, and was undaunted by being presented with a longer list of rooms to clean – on the contrary, she was encouraged by this sign of greater responsibility. She would have to get going if she was to finish them all before the rooms were scheduled to be available to the incoming guests, but as she finished up in Room 517 she was quite pleased, as she had already done several in her first hour, since starting her shift at 9.00 a.m. It helped that most of the people who stayed at the hotel had come to the town on business, for, unlike holiday-makers, they were usually up and on their way early, often having checked out even before Monique arrived at the hotel to begin work.

After finishing the cleaning of Room 517, who’s occupant had left after an early breakfast, the 20 something paused for a moment and glanced at her own reflection in the full-length mirror that was fixed to the front of the wardrobe. Ms. Carrington had placed particular emphasis on the importance of maintaining a neat and professional appearance at all times, and Monique straightened and smoothed down her very short and dramatic chambermaid’s uniform while she admired herself in the full length mirror. 

The sight was mesmerizing for Monique because she realized just how beautiful she was when fully made up, poured into the little uniform, with the backdrop of the four poster bed in the background. She caught herself thinking about what it would be like to be tied to the four posts, ass high in the air on all fours, skirt lifted up with Ashley using a riding crop to redden her firm ass cheeks to a wonderful glow.  No one knew of Monique’s submissive tendencies and she often masturbated with the thought of being forced onto all fours, head in her hands on a bed, knees together, ass high in the air and whipped for a while before her fantasy lover would penetrate her ass with a larger than life dildo.

Monique noticed that her clit head was beginning to swell ever so slightly and push farther into her CD pussy at the thoughts dancing in her head.  The 24-year-old took a moment to appraise herself in the mirror, turning from one side to the other to present her profiles. Monique was normally a shy and retiring girl, and did not tend to think of herself as particularly noticeable or pretty – but, in fact, she had becoming increasingly so over the last year, as her body had developed some quite pronounced curves, especially with the corset creating the smooth extreme waistline. A bit more than average height for a girl of her age, around five feet 9 inches, her bust and butt were rather more than averagely proportioned with her thin figure,

Monique had a lively face, with a slightly turned-up nose, an unblemished smooth pink complexion, and a sparkle to her sky-blue eyes. The truth was that anyone looking at her would not see the lipstick CD, but rather would be mesmerized by what she was becoming-an alluring young female, on the cusp of the transition from girl to woman.

In a technical sense, Monique was not a virgin, for she had lost her oral and anal virginity a few months before on a date with a clumsy boy who was so excited Monique was willing to blow him and take it up the ass, that he did not even notice the special gaf rig Monique had engineered so that her clit would remain hidden underneath, even when being penetrated from behind. The lustful boy had lasted only 100 seconds in her velvety mouth, and only marginally longer after Monique maneuvered his well-endowed cock into her tight ass, lubricated with coconut oil. He just mumbled something like “Oh My God” about 50 times after she had got him to cum twice in a matter of about 3 minutes, and he made her promise to come out on another date soon. No way, Monique thought to herself after the brief encounter as she was looking for something more.

Beyond this first intimate encounter, she was quite sexually naive and inexperienced. Monique had only had penetrative sex the one time, and the only thing she seemed to like about it was that she was able to orchestrate things so that it seemed like she was being treated like a sex toy. The boy did not notice, but Monique assumed the role of the submissive girl, getting him to put his hands on her shoulders, pulling down on them until he got the idea that she wanted to be pushed to her knees. Once there, she looked up, batted her blue eyes, and licked her lips as she looked pleadingly at the boy and said in her most submissive voice: “May I please you Master?” The guy did not even register the “Master” comment as he was frozen while Monique dutifully unbuttoned his jeans and extracted his hardening cock to take into her velvety mouth.  

Months of practicing with a long, thin dildo,  had given Monique the ability to easily deep throating this boy’s cock with no risk of gaging or scraping his shaft with her pearly white teeth.

She was a little disappointed, but very excited that she could make him cum in under 2 minutes and savored the full mouth of cum for a long time before the next move.

She was even more the actress when she decided to go all the way with the fumbling boy. She stood up turned around, backed up into the boy whose cock was still rock hard, and then pretended to be shoved down onto the hood of his car and said: “Please, please be gentle. I will do whatever you want. Do not hurt me, I will be a good girl,” All the while wiggling her ass and lifting her short skirt up to reveal her creamy smooth ass cheeks and her glistening puckered hole which she had pre lubricated with a generous amount of                                            oil, the best for anal penetration with its organic properties and slippery nature.

. “Please”, she continued, “please do not use my pussy because I do not want to get pregnant. Just use my tight ass. Fuck me in the ass, I will be a good girl and let you cum in my ass.”

This was all the encouragement the boy needed and he quickly moved a little further forward. He did not even seem to notice when Monique grabbed his cock from between her legs and guided it into her well lubricated hole. He put his hands on her hips and pushed forward and Monique was in submissive heaven for a brief 180 seconds as he got in only about 10 ever deepening strokes. When his balls made contact with Monique’s firm ass cheeks, he instantly came again, depositing a lesser load in her cute ass.

All he could say was “sorry” at that point in time but consistent with her submissive fantasy, she moved forward, allowed him to pull out of her now gushing asshole, and said in her best submissive voice: “Thank you master, may I clean your cock?” Without even waiting for a response, she turned, knelt down, and took his glistening cock in her mouth to savor his com and ass juice covered cock. She sucked on it for about 5 minutes and when she was convinced it was clean of all cum, she backed off and let it deflate. 

“Stop that” she said out loud to herself, as she shook her head to remove the lustful thoughts from her mind, so she could resume her work.

She noticed the tip envelope on the dresser and picked it up. â€œ$100” Monique exclaimed out loud. She was in heaven with this job as she was making $1000 a day in tips and all she had to do was let the guests stare, and occasionally whisper naughty things to her as they padded her ass.

Monique wheeled her trolley of cleaning equipment out of Room 517, closing the door behind her, and considered her next move. She was also due to clean the adjacent room, number 518, but this was occupied by a businesswoman who was booked in for the whole week and would not be leaving until Saturday morning. Ms. Carrington had specifically mentioned this guest as an important client; she was the regional manager of a large well-known modeling agency, and stayed regularly at the hotel for one week in each month as she checked the local talent of, attractive young college girls for possible models. Her name was Mandy Love, and she was a striking figure – a handsome woman in her mid-30s, nearly six feet tall, even taller in her usual 5-inch dramatic stiletto heels, with soft auburn hair cut mid-back length, and shaped around her ears and her sharp cheekbones, and with a slim waist and trim hips that emphasized the thrust of quite a prominent pair of breasts above – they looked like D-cups at least.

Monique had only encountered Mandy twice during the previous days, both times briefly, and if anything, she was even more in awe of her than she was of Ashley. On the second occasion, she had felt quite intimidated as she felt Mandy appraising her from head to toe as if she was a statue to be reviewed, appraised, examined, and even touched.  Monique had embarrassed herself by blushing like the young schoolgirl that she was under such scrutiny as she continued with her dusting of the library shelves. 

Mandy lingered that day a little longer than usual as Monique, remembering her performance in her interview with Ashley, began to dust the higher and higher shelves in the library which had the effect of exposing more and more of her tight, firm soft ass cheeks. Knowing that Mandy was looking at her, Monique stretched high and wobbled a little on her stilettos right near where Mandy was seated so that Mandy would get a private view of her tiny thong gaff which expertly hid her large gift of a clit.

“Careful, little one.” Mandy said as she stood up and grabbed Monique right at the thinnest part of her waist to steady her. 

“Thank you Miss. Sometimes I just get a little carried away with my work and these heels are so high.” Monique whispered in a seductive tone.  Monique felt herself blushing as she felt Mandy’s strong hands on her waist, pulling her closer. Monique pretended to wobble again and fell a little back into Mandy who now could smell the intoxicating perfume Monique was wearing and the softness of her blonde hair against Mandy’s bear arms.

“You be careful. I do not want anything bad to happen to you as you are the best fine art piece in the Hotel.” Mandy purred in her ear.

“Yes, Miss.” Monique said as she waited for Mandy to release her grip. 

For the next 5 minutes, Monique just hovered around Mandy, dusting the lower shelves, and using the technique of keeping her legs straight, back arched and tits out and dangling as she dusted below her waist.   She knew that Mandy enjoyed the show and after all, this is why she was making so much in tips.

There was no ‘do not disturb’ sign hanging on the outside door-handle of Mandy’s room, and all seemed quiet within – although the heavy door was quite sound-proof, so it was hard to tell for sure. Still, it seemed to Monique that the room had a deserted air, as did number 519 on the other side – the room occupied by Mandy’s PA, a lithe blonde in her early 20s who looked like a recent college graduate.

It really would help Monique to get through her schedule in time if she could do both of these rooms now, and not have to trail back to them later. After a moment’s hesitation, the pretty girl knocked quite firmly on the door of Mandy’s room; as she had expected, there was no response. The chambermaid concluded that the vigorous businesswoman and her assistant had almost certainly gone out for the day (on the previous two days, she had seen them leaving quite soon after she had begun work at 9.00 a.m., and it was now nearly 10.00), and she assumed that Mandy had simply forgotten about putting out the sign indicating that the room was ready for cleaning.

Monique unlocked the door of Room 518 with her pass key, padded in for a few steps – and then stopped, rooted to the spot in open-mouthed shock. The bedroom was very far from being unoccupied, very far indeed – for on the large for poster queen sized bed were two almost naked figures, and they were certainly fully occupied!

In the center of the bed, crouched on all fours and with her ass towards Monique, was the blonde PA, her full, firm breasts dangling beneath her chest and swinging wildly from side to side.  Monique noticed something interesting about the breasts, however, in that they were almost too perfect, never losing their shape despite the vigorous pounding the PA was receiving. She also noticed a slight change in coloration of the breasts as compared to the skin of the PA and in an instant a thought popped into her head. This beautiful blonde PA was a CD.  This was confirmed an instant later when Monique’s eyes laser focused on the space between the PA’s thighs and there was an unmistakable bulge in the front of her crotchless panties. A gaff, Monique thought.

Kneeling at the side of the bed, behind and between the younger woman’s parted legs, was the dominating figure of her boss, Miss Mandy Love, who was goddess like with her Auburn hair falling down her chiseled and muscular back, with the highest and firmest ass she may have ever seen on a woman.

, Her assistant seemed to be wearing a thong panty of some type which split at the back to reveal a slit which was guided to either side of her asshole which was being stuffed by Miss Mandy’s massive clit.   

Monique did a double take in the fraction of a second she had to take in the scene. Yes, that was a massive natural clit protruding from Mandy who, also, seemed to be a lipstick CD sister.

Mandy was not even trying to hide the fact that she was a lipstick CD lesbian whose clit was rock hard and quickly moving into and out of her blonde assistant’s ass.  Miss Mandy’s back was towards Monique, as her hips jerked backwards and forwards, driving her massive clit which seemed, to Monique, to be the largest member she had ever seen in any prom video, in and out of her PA’s CD cunt with a wet sloppy smacking sound as the front of Mandy’s thighs hit Debbie’s firm ass cheeks.

The blonde PA gasped and moaned at each thrust and seemed to be in the throes of an anal orgasm while Mandy pumped into and out of her with the expertise of an artist, knowing just when to thrust hard, when to tease with just the head of her clit, and when to stroke deeply into her PA who would moan gratefully for the jewels deep penetration.

The young chambermaid was not totally naive – she knew at once what this must be: two beautiful lipstick lesbian CD sisters enjoying an intimate moment before the work day began.

The millennial had never seen anything like this, not even in porn, but did recall a scene in a lesbian porn film with one lesbian sex DVD of her father’s that she had found, in which several women had done unbelievable things with each other, including the insertion of enormous vibrators and plastic strap-on cocks into their female pussies and assholes.

These scenes had haunted Monique for years and now she was confronted with the real thing, even better that it was the natural clit of the lesbian CD fucking the submissive assistant who was quivering and moaning with each thrust now as she was in the middle of her anal orgasm.

Seeing lipstick lesbian CDs fucking in the flesh, however, had a whole different level of impact than the images of the lesbian sex DVD, in its unbridled lust-filled immediacy – the vision before her was like a blow in the solar plexus, driving all of the wind out of her. Monique’s eyes were like saucers, her stomach was full of butterflies, and her legs went so weak at the knees that she had to reach out to grasp the nearby dressing table in order not to fall over, giving a shocked gasp as she did so.

At once, Mandy’s concentration on reaming out the CD pussy of her pretty young aide was broken. With her clit still rammed deep into the PA’s CD cunt, her head jerked round to stare at the intruder, giving Monique a full view of her heavy, large, full, firm, and pert breasts with their large erect nipples. Monique noticed immediately that no natural breasts could be so large and pert at the same time and concluded that she, too, must have faux breast forms, but how wonderful they looked. Perfectly portioned for Miss Mandy’s thin, tall frame, and even though not constrained by a bra, were creating a lovely image of cleavage as they heaved back and forth with Miss Mandy’s pumping hips.

A flash of intense anger crossed the businesswoman’s sharp features, her mouth snapping closed into a tight line. With one convulsive movement, she withdrew her erect clit back out of her young assistant’s hole – eliciting a shriek of protest in the process – swung off the bed, and advanced on the hapless chambermaid.

Behind her tall spare frame, Monique had a brief but vivid view of the blonde PA’s gaping CD pussy hole, her parted crotch less panties remaining on either side of her hole which was dripping with sexual juices

With a bubbling moan of frustration, the younger woman collapsed face downwards on the bed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Mandy stormed past Monique, who flinched instinctively, as if she expected to be struck. Instead, the mature woman slammed closed the half-open bedroom door, and turned the inside bolt with an ominous thunk.

Only then did she round on the millennial, who shrank back against the dressing table for support.

‘How dare you!’ snarled the angry woman, with her hands on her hips and her breasts thrust forwards aggressively like twin missile warheads, primed to launch.

‘What do you mean, sneaking in like this, and spying on people! What were you up to, creeping around? – were you trying to steal some money, is that it?’ The auburn -haired woman gestured at the dressing table, and Monique registered with horror that the hand which she had put out just to steady herself in the moment of initial shock was resting only a few inches away from Mandy’s open wallet, in which the edges of several banknotes and a set of credit cards were clearly visible.

With a squeal as if her fingers had been burned, Monique snatched her hand away, and began a stammering incoherent apology. However, the older woman’s angry tirade stormed on, sweeping aside any apologies and explanations:

‘You sneaky little bitch!’ snapped the glowering and aggressive woman, ‘I’m going to complain about you, in the strongest terms – oh, yes, I’ll see that you’re fired at once!’

Hearing this, Monique moaned in despair, almost collapsing as she begged the handsome businesswoman not to do that, oh please, no, anything but that, please, no! Inside her head, she wailed to herself – when everything had been going so well, how could it have gone so disastrously wrong so quickly?

‘So – you don’t want us to complain, you don’t want to be fired, yeah?’ said Mandy, with a strange flush on her face and a burning intensity in her gaze. ‘In that case’, the mature woman continued with relish, ‘we’ll just have to punish you ourselves; we’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!’

A harsh endorsing laugh came from the bed behind Monique, and she glanced over her shoulder to see that the young blonde PA had recovered sufficiently to sit up, and was kneeling in the middle of the bed, heedless of her near total nudity, save for only her very tiny crotchless panties which were hiding her well tucked clit.

With her thighs parted and her gaping CD cunt fully exposed, Gazing at the millennial chambermaid, the PA licked her lips avariciously, and added an eager endorsement:

‘Yeah, let’s do her, do her real good, hot fucking little bitch, she needs it, fucking needs it!’

Mandy was a decisive woman in every respect, and this seemed to be all the encouragement that her rampant lust required. With lightning reflexes, she seized the thunderstruck chambermaid by the arm, and dragged her towards the bed. Reaching the side of the mattress, the tall and powerfully-built woman spun the blonde girl around to face her. However, Monique had no time to register a protest against what was happening, as immediately Mandy shoved her roughly backwards, and the millennial’s legs caught against the side of the bed, sending her tumbling over to sprawl on her back across half of the width of the bed, her head landing a few inches from the squatting PA.

‘Hold her, Debbie – keep her down, hold her firm’, Mandy tersely instructed her PA, who moved instantly into action, partly following the orders of the commanding boss to whom she was utterly in thrall, and partly also in cruel anticipation of what would now befall the cute and innocent-looking schoolgirl. It took only a second for Debbie to surge forwards and use her knees to pin Monique’s shoulders to the mattress, imprisoning the girl’s head between her sweat-sheened thighs. Debbie was in a face to face position on all fours with her knees holding Monique’s arms in place, and her hands holding Monique’s lace gloved hands firmly. The position placed Debbie’s hard clit right above Monique’s face and but for the crotch less gaf, Debbie’s clit would be hanging over Monique’s mouth.

The 24-year-old was about to voice a protest when something else, even more appalling, and frightening, riveted her attention in a different direction. Mandy had grasped the zipper pull of Monique’s tight flimsy maid’s uniform, and with a rough jerk had unzipped it from her armpit all the way down to the hem of her skirt. This had the effect of removing the entire dress from Monique in one quick maneuver.

Mandy pulled the dress off the girl and threw it on the floor, leaving Monique in only her thigh high fish net stockings strapped to her corset, expertly placed gaf, her tightly synched corset, black velvet collar, matching hair tie and lacy elbow length fingerless gloves. What a sight, Many thought. This, she was going to enjoy.

Mandy gazed for just a second at the naively girlish lacy thong style gaf panties that this action had revealed, before hooking a finger into their waistband at each hip – and then, with one firm yank, stripping the gaf panties down the squealing girl’s legs, over her thigh high fishnet stockings, past her heels, and tossed them aside.  

Mandy noted with appreciation that this little girl had appropriately put her panties on over her garter straps for ease of removal. She would be rewarded for that, Mandy thought as most do not know to think ahead with their panties.

“Well, well well, what do we have here?” Mandy stated matter-a-factly as she gazed at Monique’s clit still tucked nicely through her legs with the head still lodged into her tight ass.

The businesswoman seized the naked clit that was now exposed and pulled gently to extract the clit head from Monique’s ass hole.  Mandy then pressed her thumb firmly into Monique’s CD fuck hole, parting her trembling wet tight flesh, still slippery with the coconut oil Monique had used to lubricate herself before inserting her clit head into her ass.

“Guess who is all wet and ready to play?” Mandy asked of her blond PA whose head had turned and whose eyes were now mesmerized on Monique’s swelling clit. 

Without even knowing it, Monique’s clit was rapidly hardening under the restraints  imposed by the blonde PA, and Monique was almost embarrassed by the size of her clit. A full 8.5 inches long and thick as a soda can at the base, she often had to think of math equations to prevent it from swelling as she tucked it. Once tucked, it would not engorge, but now that it was free, it was inflating to its full size

. Monique had dozens of times fantasized about being tied up and fucked by multiple partners, and now her wildest dreams were coming true.  It was no wonder that in the time it took for Mandy to probe her sweet smelling, well lubricated ass, Monique’s clit was swelling to its large proportions.

Still dazed, Monique thought she felt Mandy remove her thumb from her ass, leave the bed and retrieve something from the couch in the well-appointed room and quickly return. The next thing she knew, her hips were being raised by Mandy and a large pillow was being stuffed under her cute ass. The effect of the large pillow was to raise her hips high so that they were at a 45-degree angle above her head. This position made it very easy for Mandy to grab the bewildered millennial’s thighs right under her knees, and pin them back to either side of her thin waist, so that Monique was bent in half, legs up in the air, patent leather heels still on, and barely able to move with her leverage gone, to say nothing about Debbie pinning her top half to the bed.

Mandy crawled further onto the bed, between Monique’s pinned legs, and pressed forwards, forcing the powerless millennial’s thighs further apart and back towards her head, until the spear of Miss Mandy’s massive, and now throbbing clit bumped against the chambermaid’s CD cunt.

It was only at this moment that Monique’s brain caught up with what was happening, and the reality hit her like an ice-cold douche. She was going to be raped! – these terrible lipstick CD lesbians were going to use her for their kinky perverted pleasure, were going to take her and violate her, and, what was worse, there was nothing at all that she could do to stop them!

What was really surprising to Monique was how quickly she submitted to her fate. She quickly said:

‘Oh, no – no!’ moaned Monique, “please do not tell anyone that I walked into your room. It would mean my job. pleading in desperation: ‘oh – please, do whatever you wish with me but do not tell anyone, Please, please. I will do anything. Anything!”

The pretty blonde chambermaid’s tearful pleas had been cut short by the action of the youthful PA, who had risen onto her haunches, removed her crotch less thong gaf, pulled out her quickly hardening clit, spread her legs further apart, and then inserted her clit into Monique’s mouth, effectively gagging the girl.

Debbie now released her grip on the millennial’s lace gloved hands, for with the whole weight of her body resting on Monique’s shoulders between Debbie’s vice like thighs, and being turned into a near pretzel with Mandy pinning her knees to her waist, there was no way that the slightly-built girl could wriggle free and remove the now hard clit from her wet, soft mouth.

Just to be certain, however, the blonde PA took  Monique’s hands and clasped them into hand cuffs fixed to the two top posts of the bed which allowed Debbie the freedom to explore her new toy without the fear of protesting hands interfering.

Debbie swiftly pulled down the shelf cups of the corset to reveal the millennial’s large, faux breasts. Debbie pinched the nipples and was delighted to find that the young girl had appropriately installed sensation transfer pads so that Monique’s real nipples were experiencing every delightful pinch and tweak of her faux nipples by the strong blonde PA.

Monique pretended to squirm in alarm at this new violation but was powerless to prevent it, and tears of joy leaked from her eyes as she felt the thick, hard clit of her junior dominatrix push past the back of her mouth and begin to snake its way down her throat. This is really happening, it is really coming true, my most vivid fantasy is about to come true, is all Monique could think about and relaxed her throat to take more of Debbie’s clit deeper into her oral fuck hole.

What Debbie notice at that moment was the expertly applied mascara and make up on Monique’s face. Despite the tears welling in her eyes, Monique’s make up was perfect and her cat eye look was mesmerizing. Monique kept her sparkling blue eyes open and strained to look up at Debbie who seemed to purr in appreciation because the sight was fucking hot.  Monique tilted her head back so she could more easily take the clit down her throat and this was not missed by Debbie.

While Monique was struggling not to gag, the shelf cups of her corset were tugged down and her full faux breasts were being scooped out of their corset cups and exposed to the view and use of these wonderful, dominant lesbian mistresses.  Monique silently hoped that Debbie would play roughly with her nipples as she found that she could almost cum from just pinching her faux nipples hard and allowing the transfer pad sensation to grip her real nipples and apply the warm, velvety smooth pain of the nipple torture to her skin. She always loved to play roughly with her nipples and now it was about to happen for real. 

Monique knew that she needed to play the part of a struggling little girl to keep up the fantasy so she tried to squirm a little while her mouth was being fucked in hopes of Debbie using her hands to slap her faux breasts to give her even more pleasure. Debbie did not disappoint.

On all fours like a cat in heat, Debbie moved down the bed a little TO GIVE HER greater ACCESS to Monique’s faux breasts without allowing her clit to withdraw from Monique’s velvety mouth. She enjoyed the feel of mauling the pretty young girl’s soft faux breasts, and rolled the millennial’s permanently hard nipples between her fingers, before pinching them with a vice like grip which caused Monique to moan with the clit deep in her mouth. Then Debbie noticing that Monique was squirming a bit, quickly began landing a series of hard slaps onto each of Monique’s faux breasts. Little did Debbie know with her clit deep in Monique’s mouth and not able to completely understand that this was Monique’s fantasy, that Monique was now squirming in delight of her first non-ejaculatory orgasm which seemed to last for the entire tit slapping session.

Debbie then leaned forward, and said:

‘She was just about to give me my first multiple double anal orgasm she was just about to get me off in a way I had never thought possible, you little cunt, when you came sneaking in and interrupted! I’m so fucking gasping for it, and you’re going to set things right – so eat my clit, you little bitch! Eat my clit and make me cum again and again until I tell you to stop, and you’d better do it well!’

With that remark, Debbie crawled forward on her hands and knees, positioned her hips right above Monique’s red lips, and spread her legs to allow her to sink down harder onto the millennial’s face, and ground her clit jewels deep into Monique’s mouth. The young girl froze for a moment, her mind in a whirl between fear and shock on the one hand, and on the other a sudden vivid memory of the scene in her father’s porn DVD in which an older woman had made a younger one devour her strap on dildo until she came in shrieking wild abandon. However, Monique’s momentary pause angered the impatient and highly-aroused PA, who gave the blonde chambermaid’s tits another series of sharp slaps which transferred directly to Monique’s chest and then a pinch, whilst repeating her instructions:

‘C’mon, fucking eat me, you are fucking little twat, get on with it, you stupid slit-hole! Eat me, make me cum!’

Galvanized and now even more aroused by the sweet and painful abuse of her real nipples via the transfer pads, and loving the verbal abuse to force her further into a submissive role, Monique began to apply herself to the amazing and intricate ridges, veins and thick shaft flesh that were pumping into and out of her mouth.

Monique had a very good idea of what the proper face fucking technique should be given all her fantasies, and she then decided to cross the line.

“mistress, may I use my hands to please you?” Monique gasped in between thrusts of Debbie’s clit into her mouth. Monique knew that her request might reveal her hidden desire to be used as a fuck toy, but she was well into things now and there was no need to hold back any more.

Debbie considered this request and with her clit hovering just above Monique’s pretty mouth, she said: “OK, you little cunt bitch, but if you do not please me, I will put your hands back in the cuffs and whip your tits until you scream for mercy.” 

Debbie then unlocked Monique’s handcuffs, but what Debbie did not know is that Monique would later beg to have the cuffs put back on so that Debbie could, in fact, whip her tits to make her cum.

with her newly free hands, Monique moved them so one was cupping Debbie’s jewels , and the other was holding the base of her clit so that she could focus her attention on the sensitive area of skin right under the head of her clit.

Debbie was holding onto the headboard of the bed now, looking down on the blonde millennial, with her knees spread on either side of Monique’s face, using hip thrusting motions to push her rock hard clit into Monique’s mouth. 

Mandy, for her part, just sat back, mesmerized by Debbie’s abuse of the cute blonde girl. She kept Monique in the pretzel configuration,, in a negative 45 degree angle an marveled at how this little girl was still able to arch her back to tilt her head and take Debbie’s clit so deep. 

Monique still feigned a little struggle, but soon abandoned all pretense and she decided to give it all of her energy and effort. Within seconds, Debbie’s clit which was already well aroused and rock hard, began to swell and thicken. Monique knew that if she was going to give her a multiple orgasm set, she needed to orchestrate the first orgasm very carefully. For several minutes, Monique licked, sucked, fondled, and teased Debbie’s clit. Monique love the feel of the hard ridges of Debbie’s clit with her tongue, the smooth slick shaft of her clit as it moved into and out of her mouth and how long and thin her clit was. 

At one point, Monique reached up and pulled Debbie’s ass down to indicate that she wanted more of the clit in her mouth and Debbie complied by burring her clit jewels deep down Monique’s experienced throat. Debbie should have, but did not stop to think about how this little girl was taking her 9.5-inch clit all the way down her throat without gagging, as the sensation was just too pleasurable for such distractions.

Debbie began a slow, rhythmic face fucking which involved sliding her clit deep into Monique’s velvety smooth mouth, feeling Monique’s tongue dance on the underside of her clit, and then pull out feeling Monique feverishly working her tongue all along the chaff as it withdrew, paying special attention to the sensitive area right under the head before Debbie plunged her clit back down her throat.

Debbie had never experienced such a wonderful sensation as the throat fucking was tight, but active, and Monique’s tongue, that rapidly moving little toy, was heaven on her shaft. It was not long before she could feel the rise of her next orgasm  Swelling up within her, like a sunrise coming, which nothing could stop.

Then it happened. ON a nice long deep thrust, Debbie pinched her ass cheeks and fell over the orgasm cliff.

just as Debbie began to cum, Monique pulled her clit from her mouth and just rested the head on her tongue. Monique looked up into Debbie’s eyes and with twinkling sparkles in her eyes, Monique flicked only the underside of Debbie’s clit, not allowing it to enter into her mouth. Debbie was almost screaming now, with spurt after spurt of cum flooding into Monique’s mouth and she desperately wanted Monique to engulf her clit into her mouth, but not yet, Monique thought. Not just yet. 

Monique started swallowing the large reservoir of cum accumulating in her mouth and savored the bitter sweet, salty taste of the delicious love juice as it coated every surface area of her mouth and throat.  Spurt after spurt of cum was deposited into her mouth and Monique could feel the rise of her own possible orgasm as she swallowed gulp after gulp of cum down her throat.

After about 30 seconds of Debbie moaning and coming onto Monique’s tongue and into her mouth Debbie let go of the headboard and fell onto her elbows above Monique’s head, tits dangling on either side of Monique’s face.

This was Monique’s signal to start the build up to the second and subsequent orgasms. Quickly, Monique sucked Debbie’s clit into her mouth and started pulling Debbie forward so that the full shaft was pushing into Monique’s mouth and down her throat again. 

After about 2 minutes of this, and without Debbie ever getting soft, Monique started the next phase by extracting Debbie’s clit from her mouth until just the flaring head was captured within it. Monique then took two fingers and inserted them into Debbie’s wet and lubricated asshole and began pumping them in and out, while she corks screwed the shaft of Debbie’s clit with her other hand, all the while sucking hard and flicking the underside of her clit head with her tongue as it slide into and about of her velvety oral fuck hole.

Debbie started to moan, “Oh, My, God” over and over as she began to feel the rush and roller coaster effect of Monique’s manipulations and tongue lashings which were relentless at this point.  

Mandy, for her part could not let the opportunity pass and with her right hand, started spanking Debbie’s clinching ass cheeks over and over to add to her sensations.

“Now”, Monique thought and she pushed all five of her clinched fingers into Debbie’s ass until she pushed past her knuckles and started fisting her.

“You are fucking little bitch, what are you doing to me?” Debbie scream out as the pain of the fisting pushed her into a higher level orgasm again, or was it just one long continuous orgasm as she started to spurt additional cum into Monique’s mouth which quickly vacuumed down every last drop. With Monique fisting Debbie, cork screwing her clit shaft and sucking her clit head, Debbie was frozen on all fours now, like a statue, and remained motionless as Monique did all the work for over 4 minutes solid as Debbie came, and came and came.  

Mandy stopped her ass spanking as she just marveled at how her PA had been turned into a quivering mass of firm muscles by the new girl. “What a talent” Mandy thought.

Finally, Debbie felt exhausted onto her elbows again and just laid there moaning, “You are fucking bitch, you are fucking bitch. Where did you learn that, you little fucking bitch.

“ Debbie panted between breaths and not even able to steady herself as she quivered above Monique’s face, clit still hanging down and being licked and sucked by the 24-year-old blonde.

Debbie who herself was also only 24 years old, had worked for Mandy (who was ten years older) for the last fourteen months. She had been her boss’s willing sex toy ever since she was forcibly taken – almost raped – on Mandy’s desk in only her second week in the job, after being ordered to stay on late after work for some ‘special training’. It hadn’t quite been rape, because Debbie had surrendered her CD pussy willingly, having already been an active lipstick CD lesbian for nine years, when her schoolgirl crush on a teacher was rewarded by a crash-course in CD lesbian clit sucking education. Now she did anything that her dominatrix boss demanded of her, including being spanked and put in bondage, and being loaned out to Mandy’s circle of mature lipstick CD lesbian friends.  But Debbie relished this new opportunity to play the dominate with a contemporary, submissive sex toy.

Finally, Debbie awoke from her passion and realized what she had just experienced. Helping her mistress assault and fuck a seemingly innocent millennial’ CD girl gave her not a moment’s pause for concern, and indeed Debbie exulted in the rare experience of making someone even younger be submissive to her.

Now that Debbie was able to focus again, she propped herself up so that her weight pinned Monique back down to the bed, and her now softening clit was only partially gagging the trapped millennial,

Mandy took a few seconds to relish the sight of her seemingly helpless young victim, but she soon began to realize something very special was happening here. The young CD girl was clearly trapped, but she did not seem to struggle like one who really wanted to escape. Rather, she seemed to just squirm and wriggle a bit, but never really appeared to want to escape. Could it be true? Had she found her fantasy young submissive sex toy of her dreams? She had to find out.

. Mandy had noticed how cute, fresh, and appealing Monique was on first spotting her, two days previously on the girl’s first day at work. However, it was the next occasion, on the day after, that caused the experienced CD to decide that she would have the chambermaid’s CD pussy, and hopefully take her lipstick CD lesbian cherry.

Yesterday, Mandy had left her room just after 9.00 a.m. on her way to the library to study the recent sales figures before her regional headquarters office staff meeting, and as she sat in the plush library chair, she had seen Monique dusting and cleaning the library shelves. Monique’s ass was exposed and it was as if she was performing for her with little ass wiggle moves. Then there was the near fall, or was it one. Mandy had caught what she had thought was the little girl about to fall, but the tone in her voice, the backwards snuggle of Monique’s ass into her crotch, maybe it was all a show.

Mandy could not focus on her papers as Monique’s jutting bubble-butt rose up  as she reached for the high shelves, exposing a beautiful ass. Mandy was given a tantalizing glimpse of the gusset of a pair of tight, black thong panties with something bulging between her legs and traveling to her ass, at certain viewing angles. Mandy simply could not take her eyes off the blonde girl.

 As yet unobserved, Mandy had watched in appreciative interest as the girl had reached too high, noting the swell of fuller breasts than might be expected for someone who was clearly still in her mid-20s, and the rush of adrenaline when she felt the tight, cinched corset pinching the girls waist into an extreme hour glass figure when she grabbed the girl and prevented her from falling off her stilettos.

When the girl had wiggled and fallen back into her, Mandy almost came with the anticipation of holding her tight, kissing her, fondling her clit, getting her to beg to suck her massive clit. Yes, she would beg, Mandy thought as she released the girl and tore herself away from the erotic moment to deal with her pressing business issues.

Later that day, Mandy had asked her long-time friend and regular sexual partner, the hotel’s manageress Ashley, about the new chambermaid, and had been advised that the girl was ripe for plucking and fucking – that she had been recommended to Ms. Carrington precisely as an excellent prospect for lipstick CD lesbian initiation, ready to be taken.  Ashley had intended to do so herself fairly soon, but generously agreed to let her friend go first – knowing Mandy’s forceful, even brutal, methods, and that they almost never failed.

The businesswoman’s plan was a simple one, based on the experience that complicated stratagems tended to go wrong, whilst the direct approach was often the most effective. On this third morning, Debbie – who, of course, had spent the night in Mandy’s bed, where she had been CD clit shafted with unusual severity as the older CD savored the prospect of millennial conquest ahead of her – had risen early, and, after the usual morning ritual of soaping Mandy’s body during her shower, and orally servicing her massive clit in the process, the PA had stripped the upper sheets from the bed and lain down again with her boss, softly licking the older woman’s  nipples with their sensitive transfer pads, and gently caressing her clit , keeping her dominatrix boss pleasantly aroused whilst they waited to spring their trap on the innocent unwary millennial.

It had been arranged that the hotel manageress would assign Monique to clean Mandy’s room, and she and Debbie were careful to make no noise as they heard the chambermaid enter the adjacent room and whistle cheerfully as she worked. After a few moments, Mandy had risen from the bed and started to point her massive, engorged clit into Debbie’s lubricated CD pussy hole, whilst Debbie, with long practice, assumed the ‘fuck-me-hard’ position on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, with her butt towards the door.

Mandy then stepped up to her PA’s ass, slid the long shaft of her clit easily into the younger woman’s already wet and open CD pussy hole, gripped her at the hips and began a slow rhythmic shafting, all in complete silence and with every sense attuned to hear the opening of the door – the moment when the fly would blunder unwittingly into the spider’s web, to be caught and devoured.

Little did Mandy know that Monique wanted this, prayed for this type of treatment. Longed to be the submissive sex slave of a dominate CD lesbian who would want to own her, treat her as a submissive sex toy, abuse her and in the process fulfill Monique’s destiny.

It had, of course, been synthetic anger that Mandy had displayed at Monique’s intrusion, though it had been given real heat by the older CD’s burning lust. In fact, every single move, and every single word uttered, had been carefully planned in advance, with Debbie given instructions on her part in the little drama.

Now, Monique was entirely at Mandy’s disposal, or was she? Monique seemed to relish the pain, enjoy the restraints on her. Mandy even thought she detected the shudder of an orgasm or two from the blonde maid as Debbie basically raped her, doing as instructed, fucked the young millennial’s mouth, slapping and torturing her tits ang dominating her.

Mandy certainly relished the sight of the novice frantically trying to obey orders, eating CD clit for the first – but very definitely not the last   time.  Mandy also enjoyed how obedient Debbie had been.  As ordered, Debbie had scooped the millennial’s sweet pert faux breasts out of her corset shelf lacey bra, and had teased and tortured the nipples with greater and greater intensity. 

Mandy was certain that Monique had never experienced before, the combination of being held down, face fucked and nipple tortured, and yet, she seemed to enjoy it, love it and cum from the aggressive handling.  Well, now comes the real test, thought Mandy.

Mandy now took control and with Monique still in the pretzel configuration, knees pinned to her very tiny waist, heels pointed right up in the air, CD pussy on full display, and clit rock hard, placed a small rubber cap on Monique’s clit head to capture any cum later on.

Then Mandy supported herself on the chambermaid’s trembling thighs, and with an iron grip forced them even further apart, ignoring the girl’s whimpers of what was to come. Again, Monique did not really try to get away, but did a little squirming dance which suggested that she wanted more. Well, Mistress Mandy was going to give her more.

Debbie broke Monique’s concentration for a second and asked if she could use a toy on the helpless little girl and Mandy, not wanting any further distractions, said “Yes, yes, whatever you want, but keep her in place.”

Debbie then reached over to the night stand and picked up a very special toy. It had a ball gag on one end, straps which would go around one’s head, but on the other end of the ball gag was a long, protruding dildo. A Face fucking dildo, and a favorite toy Many loved to use by strapping it onto Debbie’s face and forcing her to fuck her CD pussy with her face. Now, it was Debbie’s turn and she quickly inserted the ball gag into Monique’s mouth, buckled the straps behind Monique’s head and watched as Monique with the 10-inch-thick dildo strapped to her face started to wave it around.

Debbie turned around to face Mandy and with her knees now straddling Monique’s head, but from the opposite direction, lowered herself onto the large face dildo, sliding it easily into her well used ass.

Monique was in submissive heaven and enjoyed moving her face much as she could, to wiggle and wag the dildo into Debbie’s ass, but there was only so much movement she could get out of her neck in the negative 45 degree angle she was still in.

Debbie soon started slowly rocking back and forth on Monique’s face, taking the long shaft deep into her ass and letting it slide out, all the while moaning a deep guttural moan from the intense pleasure.

Debbie looked at Mandy now that they were face to face and gave a little wink. Mandy licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come and winked back to her goal of reaming out their new fuck toy.

Mandy then lined up the thick head of her clit on the center of the trapped blonde’s tight millennial CD twat. Forcing this would be a delight and little did she know that Monique was about to cum the moment Mandy’s clit head pried open the outer ring of her CD fuck hole.

Monique screamed in an orgasm as the tip of the huge clit broached her asshole, even though the first stroke only entered her for an inch. Mandy was not sure what had just happened. Was that a scream of fear or an orgasmic scream. The later thought turned on Mandy more than she had thought possible and her clit stiffened at the realization that she might have found a true pain slut and CD submissive sex slave who would beg to be her sex toy.  

Her suspicions were confirmed when she noticed that the clear rubber cap she had put on Monique’s clit head was now partially full of cum.  This really turn her on and Mandy pushed further forward and down with her clit into the helpless millennial’s ass.

Monique’s girlish frame and back arched convulsively, and her body was locked in a rigid curve as Mandy thrust into her again, harder, and deeper – three inches at least. The violated millennial howled in anguish, or was it delight, Mandy thought. 

Truth be told, Miss Mandy’s clit was twice the size of the clumsy boy who had taken Monique’s virginity a while ago and the pain associated with the extreme stretching of her CD fuck hole was so intense that Monique was locked into a series of convulsing -ejaculatory orgasms which she had not before ever thought possible. Mandy soon realized that the millennial was not in agony, but was in ecstasy, and a smile grew upon her face as she began to bore down on Monique as the rubber cap on Monique’s clit head filled more and more with her own cum.

Almost nothing was audible from Monique as her mouth was now, once again, being filled to capacity with the ball gag as she faced fucked Debbie’s ass in fact, the vibration of Monique’s shrieks was being transmitted directly into the PA’s ass tunnel, with renewed, orgasmic effects, and Debbie moaned once again in ecstasy, pinching Monique’s” nipples hard as she came again  With an anal orgasm.  She cupped the head of her clit and captured the dribble of cum and then licked it into her mouth. Mandy smiled her approval and licked her lips in anticipation of kissing Debbie’s cum ladened mouth.

How was that possible Debbie briefly thought to herself, but the lust of the moment was just so intoxicating that she felt like she could cum and cum over and over again. This last orgasm produced almost no cum, but it did not matter.

Tears of joy coursed over Monique’s cheeks, some of pain, some of joy at finally realizing her glorious future, There was some fear at what lied ahead for her, but she was so totally in the moment, she did not seem to care.

Somehow, with everything going on, Monique’s make up was still nearly flawless, and Mandy looked over Debbie’s shoulder to watch Monique’s sparkling blue eyes stare back at her, with a mouth full of ball gag, long dildo protruding from her mouth and it seemed to Mandy that Monique was smiling. We will see about that, Mandy thought as she gripped Monique’s tiny waist right at the thinnest point of the corset and prepared for the assault. 

Leveraging her large hands around Monique’s tiny waist, Mandy thrust forward and down into Monique’s ass and did not stop until her jewels were resting on Monique’s firm ass cheeks. 

Monique screamed into the ball gag and was grateful that it was there as the pain of her stretching asshole was so intense and sharp that she came again, and deposited another load into the rubber cap affixed onto her clit.

Monique was quite the sight with Mandy’s long, thick clit buried deep inside her, high heels pointing straight up in the air, muscular legs with fishnet stockings splayed wide open, Mandy’s hands wrapped around her tightly cinched corset and her at a 45-degree negative angle taking it all, with laced gloved hands caressing Debbie’s ass as the dildo more slowly now glided in and out of her ass.

Monique’s body was responding to the torrent of sexual stimuli that it was receiving. She like the fullness of the gag in her mouth, the velvet pain of her nipples being pinched and twisted by Debbie again, the weight of Debbie lowering herself onto the dildo strapped to her face, the smell of Debbie’s ass juices dripping down to Monique’s mouth, and the pleasure / pain of Mandy’s massive clit pumping into and out of her ass,

Monique abandoned all resistance to what was happening to her, and – without consciously having decided this – from now on, she went with the flow, and let the two CD women do with her whatever they pleased without even feigning resistance any more.

Sensing this, Mandy’s smiled to herself in satisfaction – once again, her instinct had been right: as Ashley’s unknown informant had surmised, this was a girl ready for the taking, almost certainly a CD lesbian even if she was as yet unaware of it herself, and now destined for a lifetime of submissive service to any dominant lipstick Cd lesbian who stripped down her gaf panties and conquered her CD cunt.

Mandy increased the pace and force of her thrusts, provoking renewed screaming and squirming from the pretty young blonde, whilst the girl’s pelvis revealed her true nature as it began humping as best it could back against Mandy’s clit, adding to the impact of its entry and making the penetrations even deeper and more forceful. Monique’s body began to shake and tremble again as she felt the rise of another, now distinctively different type of orgasm rise within her. Monique hardly understood what was happening, but her body’s responses to its first ever double penetration fuck session with two CD sisters, was unmistakable.  She tried to blurt out in-between thrusts of Debbie’s ass onto her face dildo  

“fuck me, fuck me harder. Treat me like your little bitch. Fuck me like you have never fucked a sex toy before. Claim me as your cum slut. Make me your submissive fuck toy. Oh, My God, fuck me.” But only mumblings came out behind the ball gag.

The shocked millennial began to gasp and moan with desire, whilst still continuing to fuck Debbie with her face dildo She had now just realized  that she had taken the whole huge length and massive width of Miss Mandy’s clit into her ass passage when she felt Miss Mandy’s jewels slap against her tight ass cheeks.

Amazingly, Monique was desperate for more – although she felt utterly taken and filled to the point of splitting apart, still she wanted to be rammed even harder and speared even deeper! Then, suddenly, her back arched once more in a violent spasm, as her first-ever true double penetration orgasm burst upon her –

it was a revelation in its burning intensity and deep erotic satisfaction, and she remained arched and frozen for what seemed like 5 minutes as Debbie and Mandy just continued to feverishly rock onto her face and pound into her ass. Its orgasmic backwash  5 minutes later left her shaken and dizzy, almost fainting, and now her rubber cap was full of her own cum.

As Monique gasped for breath, Debbie lifted the weight of her pelvis from the millennial’s face and withdrew the long face dildo from her ass. Debbie unbuckled the face dildo and pulled out the ball gag to allow Monique to take in more air. 

“There, there, little girl. Did you like that?” Debbie said as she was now lying beside Monique with Mandy still slowing pumping into Monique’s ass.

“here is a little treat for you, you little fuck toy.” And with that, Debbie took the face dildo, turned it around and pressed it to the lips of the still quivering blonde. 

Monique slowly parted her lips and extended her tongue to allow the rubber dildo to slide into her mouth. She enjoyed the taste of Debbie’s ass juices and began to suck and lick them all off the dildo.

“that is a good girl. Take this long clit in your mouth and suck all of my ass juices off it.” Debbie purred as she gently pumped the dildo into Monique’s mouth.

It took Monique a few seconds to reorient herself, and her eyes – which had been closed whilst she was in the throes of her 5-minute orgasm, were now open and were briefly dazzled by their return to daylight. Mandy had not withdrawn her clit from the chambermaid’s ass, and it was still buried deep in the girl’s ass, right up to the jewels.  Monique had not even realized that she had been grabbing Mandy’s hips to pull them towards her and facilitate deeper penetration. Once the ass juke covered dildo was inserted into her mouth, Monique touched Debbie’s hands and seemingly begged her with pulling gestures to throat fuck her with the dildo.

Mandy now decided that it was her turn. The mature boss got up onto her feet, squatted over Monique who was still in the 45-degree negative angle to the bed due to the large pillow under her ass, secured her hands around the millennial’s tiny waist and said out loud: “are you ready?”

Monique now in full submissive mode said: “yes Mistress, fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. Please yourself with my fuck hole. Use me. Cum deep within me.”  She said by pulling out for a moment the dildo from her mouth.

The millennial’s blinked her dazzling blue eyes and smiled as she pushed away the dildo Debbie was still trying to feed her.  Monique locked eyes with Mandy and whispered: “now. Do it now.”

Mandy had a hawkish glint in her eyes. Mandy’s full breasts were bigger and heavier even than her PA’s jutting and bouncy pair, and Monique thought they must be 34-inch D-cups at least, probably E-cups, as they swayed above her, and began to bounce as Mandy started pile driving her clit deep into and out of Monique’s ass.

Debbie now took over the job of holding Monique’s legs an repositioned herself above Monique’s head, knees on ither side of Monique’s face, deflated clit resting on Monique’s forehead, and gripped Monique’s long heels. She pulled them so that Monique’s ass was even more available to Mandy and feasted on the sight of Mandy holding the girls tiny waist as she lined up for a pile driving session.

This was a brutal fucking and Mandy was in heaven. Monique tried to keep eye contact, but Mandy was now pounding hard into Monique and the bouncing on the bed made it hard to keep focused.

Monique’s ass was now fully dilated and easily taking the 10 inches of Mandy’s clit which disappeared into Monique’s hole, and then reappeared, again and again. 

Mandy’s muscular legs were flexing as as dropped down with each pile driving pound of Monique’s ass.

Without even a warning, Monique came again and packed a little more cum into the rubber cap and just started moaning a continuous moan of pleasure with each pile drive.

“yes. Yes. Yes.” Came out of Monique’s cute mouth to coincide with each pile driving plunge of Mandy’s clit inside her ass.

The scene finally got to Mandy and she gripped Monique’s waist hard to give a deep final thrust of her clit and held it deep inside as she started pumping her cum into Monique’s ass. 

“yes, Mistress, fill me up, make me your little bitch, claim me with your cum. Oh My god, it is so much, I can feel it filling me up. Oh my god, yes, more.”

Mandy completely ignored these mumblings as she was in her own trance. Monique’s ass was taking the lung, thick shaft well now that it was cum coated, and Mandy was going to ride her until she softened.

Mandy’s continued rising and lowering of her entire body onto Monique was an impressive display of muscular strength and physical suppleness which spoke of many hours spent at the gym,

Mandy flexed her lower back and pulled out her clit until just the head of inside Monique’s ass, and then slowly pushing it back in just as far. This slow stroking now lasted for another 2 minutes or so until Mandy realized that she was not softening.  OK she thought, let’s see if I can cum again.

Mandy then tightened her grip around the tiny girl’s waist again and said without waiting for a response: “You ready to go again?”

Monique was in a daze and just mumbled something like yes Mistress, please yourself with your fuck toy. And closed her eyes to accept her fate. She could feel Debbie tighten her grip on her heels and felt like she might break in half, but the glorious velvety smooth pleasure and pain of the ass fucking was all she could focus on as things picked up again.

“Show me your hole, fuck toy.” Mandy commanded. At this, Monique immediately reached around and grabbed each of her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Her asshole was gaping, clearly a full three inches in diameter and was involuntarily opening and clinching, as if it was begging for more. A little dribble of Mandy’s cum was leaking out of Monique’s ass and Monique, without even being told, scooped up a finger full and brought it to her lips to suck and swallow. 

“Hmmmmm” Monique purred as she savored the taste, but not for long.

Mandy reinserted her still hard clit into Monique’s pulsing hole and slid it in until her pelvis made contact with Monique’s. Then out and back again. Soon Mandy was pile driving hard and deep down and into Monique’s gaping asshole in a quick and smooth rhythm. 

Monique was now just holding onto her knees so that she could present a stable target for Mistress Mandy. Mandy now had unfettered access to pile drive her clit as deep and as hard as she wanted, just exhaling a moan each time Mandy’s weight came pounding down on her.

, but as Mandy began to increase the length of her withdrawals and the pace and depth of the returning thrusts, her noises changed to grunts and then moans, whilst her breathing audibly quickened until she was snatching panting gasps, sweat running off her brow and cheeks. The chambermaid whimpered under the powerful woman’s inexorable reaming out of her ass, giving a quavering moan each time, the long hard clit was rammed home. Mandy delivered her strokes more slowly than in her first fast and furious fuck of the delectable millennial – but her insertions were all the more devastatingly effective for their ponderous pace, which was matched only by their utter inevitability.

As her boss steadied into a rhythm, arching her hips, and spearing her victim’s ass to its deepest limit, Debbie released Monique’s heels and reached over and took each of Monique’s nipples in each hand. She began a hard twisting motion with her thumb and index finger but the torture was slower this time, more deliberate, more in time with Mandy’s stroking.

Quickly, Monique began to respond to the additional pleasure / pain of the nipple torture and started to shutter with each thrust entering into an orgasmic trance for what seemed like several minutes. Debbie was concerned at one point when Monique seemed not to take a breath for over a minute and a half as she was gripped by the throws of the highest point of the rolling non-ejaculatory orgasm. Monique gave a curious mewling noise, and her slim girlish body continuously shuddered under the explosive twin effects of the nipple play and ass fucking.

After about 10 more minutes of savagely fucking Monique’s ass, with Monique having several multiple orgasm sessions during the pounding, Mandy finally succumbed to the sensations and flooded Monique’s ass again with spurt after spurt of her thick cum.

YES – do me! Uh,– DO ME, OH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, AAAAIIEEEEHHHH!!’

With this wild shriek, the millennial crested the wave of her countless climax– which took her even more volcanically than the previous times.

 With her eyes wide open and staring fixedly upwards at Mandy’s jutting and bouncing tits, and above them at the mature CD’s vulture smile of triumphant possession, the blonde chambermaid flopped back on the bed as far as she could go, with her arms outstretched and her hands clawing at the crumpled bedsheet. Timing it to perfection, with the benefit of her long expertise in babe-fucking, Mandy slammed her clit into Monique with sudden and almost vicious force. The girl yelled again, as her back locked in a rigid curve, sending her attractive pert tits jiggling.  With a deep sobbing groan, her legs and thighs twitched and jerked as her ass clinched hard on Mandy’s clit, squeezing it in an involuntary convulsion. 

The pretty young babe did indeed look totally taken and utterly fucked, thought Mandy with salacious satisfaction as Mandy tried to extract her clit from the vice like ass clinch.

Gazing down at the inert body of the innocent whom she had dominated. Monique looked deeply satisfied, more so than she ever could have thought possible and just laid there, still breathing heavily and put her hands over those of Debbie to terminate the nipple torture.

What an amazing find. This little girl was the perfect submissive Sapphic sex-toy. Which, thought Mandy with an inner smile, was good – for the millennial’s initiation was far from over, whatever she might think.

The tall auburn haired woman pulled her now softening clit out of Monique’s CD fuck hole, the still flaring head emerging with a soft wet sucking sound.

Mandy fell to her knees on the bed and started to recover from all the leg bouncing. Then, standing with her legs placed apart and her hands on her hips, the mature boss nodded to her PA, giving the signal for the next stage.

Debbie quickly grabbed a martini glass from the bedside and brought it to the gaping asshole of the spent blonde. 

“Push.” Was the command Debbie giving and Monique not sure what was going on lifted her head and in the process squeezed her ass a little

Thick streams of Mandy’s cum started to dribble out of Monique’s ass and into the martini glass. 

“Push harder, you fuck toy bitch.” Debbie barked. Monique, now understanding what was being asked of her complied and pushed her ass like she was on the toilet and more of the thick, creamy white liquid poured into the martini glass. Then, after Debbie was convinced that there was no more to be extracted, she took the rubber cap off Monique’s soft clit and poured its full contents into the martini glass as well. 

Mandy handed Debbie a bottle of Baileys Irish cream liqueur and poured a shot into the martini glass to mix with the half full glass of cum. Debbie mixed the potion with her finger and then offered it to Monique, who, now not needing to be told, opened her soft velvety mouth, and sucked in Debbie’s finger with the cum cocktail on it.

Debbie put the martini glass down, pulled the pillow out from under Monique’s ass and slid her hands under the slender millennial’s shoulder-blades and urged the girl into an upright position, whilst at same time pushing her forwards to the side of the bed. Her mind in a whirl, Monique gave no resistance, and in a moment Debbie had slipped the girl off the bed, so that she sank to her knees in front of her conqueror, with her lower back against the side of the bed, and her face just inches from Mandy’s hanging clit

“You are mine now; do you understand that? Mandy said and Monique nodded her head.

“Say it.” Mandy barked. 

Monique, without any further need for explanation realized that her lifelog ambition to be a submissive sex slave was now at hand and she was not going to miss the opportunity to embrace it.

“yes, I am yours now. I am your fuck toy, your submissive fuck toy to use as you please, to whip, to beat, to fuck, to loan out to your Cd friends, to do with as you please, and I only ask that you brand me in some way so that others know I am yours. Please, please brand me Mistress so that the world knows I am your fuck toy.”

Mandy could barely believe her ears but a broad smile came to her.

“Well, in time I will brand you but for now, we will seal this oath you have just made with a toast.” And with this, Mandy gestured to Debbie to bring over the martini glass.

“take this glass as a symbol of your devotion to me and drink its contents down that lovely throat of yours.” Mandy then handed Monique the martini glass.

Monique took the glass and with her sparkling blue eyes now locked on Mani’s, she lifted the glass to her lips, opened her mouth and started a slow suck of the liquid into her mouth. She Tooke several sips from the glass and then, with Mani’s nodding approval, tilted the glass up and sucked down the remaining contents in one large gulp.

Monique savored the lingering taste of the cum cocktail for a long time and just knelt there in a submissive position at the feet of Mistress Mandy.

the silence was now broken with Mandy saying in a sultry tone, ‘Lick me, girl!’ snapped the dominatrix, ‘eat me – show me what you’ve learned doing Debbie, show me what you can do! Make me cum, and cum hard again!’

All of Monique’s professors agreed that she was a bright girl, quick on the uptake, and once more she proved them right.  Monique thought back to her time with the clumsy boy and realized that she was now going to be given the opportunity to show what she had learned from all those DVDs.

Surprising herself by her eagerness, the chambermaid bent forwards and placed her lips on Mandy’s clit tip, probing Mandy’s piss hole with her tongue and just flicking the head with her tongue around and around until it started to harden again.

Monique moved a little forward and used one hand to cup Mandy’s jewels, while the other grabbed her base to hold it steady so that she could lick the shaft up and down.

For several moments Monique, licked the underside of Mandy’s clit head and then, with her blue eyes open and staring up at her new Mistress, opened her mouth wide and started to take in the massive clit into her warm, velvety mouth.

Mandy’s clit was a little longer and much thicker than Debbie’s’ so it took some concentration to avoided nicking the shaft with her teeth, but Monique soon started bobbing up and down on the stiffening shaft. Once it seemed to be fully erect again, Monique started her quest to take it all the way down her throat. At first, she would just lite it hit the back of her mouth, and then little by little, she would linger with a push to snake it down her well trained oral fuck hole.

“Where did you learn to give head like that little girl?” Mandy asked with a sly smile on her face. 

“Porn.” Was all Monique said as she did not want to interrupt the session with chatter.

Mandy’s clit was now well lubricated with Monique’s mouthwatering and Monique decided that it was time, lest she disappoint her new Mistress. Monique leaned forward harder and rather than just let Mandy’s clit hit the back of her mouth, she forced it in and down her throat until she had taken about 8 inches of the 10-inch shaft. 

Monique just stayed there, impaled on Mandy’s clit, not breathing, testing how long she could hold her breath. After about a minute, she pulled back, took in a loud gasp of air, and launched back at the massive snake of a clit, this time not stopping until her chin was snuggling her Mistress’s jewels. Monique, reached up, tugged at Mandy’s jewels to let her know that she was trying to take more and when there was no more to take, Monique slowly pulled back to take another breath.

“Damn, girl, you are good.” Debbie said as she sat on the bed mesmerized by the deep throat action.

Monique did not bother to respond and just started a rhythmic deep throat face fucking made easier by Mandy grabbing her head and thrusting her clit into Monique’s willing mouth.

Monique loved the feeling of being controlled, having her head held a forced onto the massive clit.  To be in a position of complete submission as she sucked, licked, and deep throated her Mistress who now had grabbed a handful of Monique’s blonde hair at the back of her head. Mandy used this as a handle with which to grind the millennial’s face onto her stiff clit

Monique had no choice but to inhale with every breath the heady musky smell of Mandy’s clit which moments before had been buried deep into her ass and she loved it.

Emboldened, Monique emulated the women she had seen on the hardcore porn DVD, and she shifted the focus of her oral efforts to the upper part of Mandy’s clit where the sensitive nerves where located, while bringing up her right hand and poking two fingers into Mandy’s tight ass. 

‘Ahmmm, fuck, yes! Oh, you little lezzie bitch! – yes, more, go on, slut, do more!’ hissed the busty businesswoman, as her hips began to jerk and judder in response.

Monique felt a sudden surge of excitement and energy at this evidence of her success, and churned her fingers around inside her Mistress’s CD pussy, eliciting further gasps. Then Monique gave a little squeal of her own, as two hands wrapped around her from behind and cupped her breasts and squeezed them.

For a second, the millennial was confused, for Mandy hands were already accounted for – one of them gripping Monique’s hair and locking her face into face fucking position, and the chambermaid could see the other in her peripheral vision, as the mature dyke grasped and pulled at her own engorged nipples with increasing urgency. Then the girl understood where the extra hands had come from: Debbie had moved to sit on the edge of the bed immediately behind her, framing the millennial’s light and slender frame between her legs, and now the PA had reached down, under Monique’s armpits, to take possession of her faux tits. And what nice ones they are, thought Debbie admiringly – firm with youth, perky, and perfectly positioned on Monique’s chest. The Coloration was perfect with Monique’s chest skin and the high tech transfer pads were cool, thought Debbie. She wanted a pair.

Debbie rolled the chambermaid’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and then pinched and tweaked them, alternating between the girl’s two pertly jutting breasts. Once again, Monique moaned as her face was crushed against the base of Mandy’s clit, so that the sound was transmitted directly to the pelvic bone that she was pressed against, and sent an erotic vibration through the myriad of nerve-endings in the base of Mandy’s clit.

Driven almost frantic by the simultaneous stimulus from Debbie to her tits and of Mandy’s clit in her mouth, Monique pumped her fingers in and out of Mandy’s ass whilst her tongue surged around and under her clitoral head, and rasped across her clit head.

‘Ahmm, yeah, fuck it, make me cum, fucking cum, you CD lezzie cunt!’ gasped Mandy .

The swearing and loss of control of the haughty superior businesswoman both shocked and excited the chambermaid, as did her assertions that Monique was a Cd lesbian.

The thought was quickly blown away, as Mandy’s hips suddenly spammed, and, with a hoarse cry of fulfilment, the dominatrix climaxed, clit spurts spraying from her piss hole over Monique’s tongue and face. In the process, the businesswoman released her hold on Monique’s head, but the girl was at once imprisoned by the PA, who wound her arms around the chambermaid’s chest. In truth, escape was unlikely: Monique was nearly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and had neither the strength nor the willpower to make a bid for freedom – if, indeed, that was what she still wanted.

Monique took several more minutes to lick, suck and drain Mandy’s clit of all its yummy juices, and at one point was literally milking cum out of Mandy with each drop falling on Monique’s extended tongue which withdrew after each drop was deposited, to be sucked down with the rest.

Recovering her breath and poise with impressive rapidity, with an imperious gesture Mandy ordered the millennial to rise. Shakily, and needing Debbie’s supporting hands at her hips, Monique managed to do so. Her reward was to have her cheeks cupped in the mature woman’s firm grasp, and to be kissed fully on the mouth, as Mandy pushed her tongue between Monique’s lips and tasted the flavors of the young millennial. As she prolonged the deep French kiss, the woman rested her hands on the girl’s shoulders; this support kept Monique upright, and allowed Debbie to slip aside from her position on the bed behind their victim. Once the PA was out of the way, Mandy spun the chambermaid around 180 degrees, and then pushed her forwards onto the bed. Monique had no choice – to break her fall, she instinctively thrust out her arms, and so she ended up on her hands and knees, in the same pose and almost in the same spot that Debbie had occupied in that memorable moment, which now seemed almost a lifetime ago, when she had innocently walked into the room.

‘What? Oh ...!’ gasped Monique, for it was obvious what her new position meant, even before Debbie reached for the foot-long coke bottle thick strap-on dildo and buckled around her pelvis since Debbie was now spent and no longer hard.

‘Oh, no – no, not that! – please, please, I really can’t, I just can’t take any more – oh! please, no more!’ mumbled the shell-shocked chambermaid, but she knew that she was wasting her breath, and she did not even try to struggle.

Without any difficulty, Mandy’s firm, and authoritative hold on Monique’s lower back kept the girl in position during the moment that it took her assistant to adjust the harness straps to her narrow hips. The blonde millennial seemed to have accepted her fate, and did not protest again when Mandy pulled her hair up to twist her head to force her to look up at Debbie.

“Ask her to fuck you. Beg her, you little delicious fuck toy.” Many purred into Monique’s ear as she wrenched Monique’s head around to address Debbie.

Monique, week and not willing to put up any more of a protest, listened to these words and they empowered her. Aroused her.

“Yes, mistress, use me, fuck me. Please yourself with me. Stretch my ass farther than it has ever been stretched with that monster dildo. Make me your bitch. Make me cum with your fake cock.” Monique said in her most seductive voice which even surprised her.

Debbie took up a stance between Monique’s spread legs and gripped the weak girl’s tiny waist at the thinnest point of the corset.  She pushed down on Monique’s upper back so that she would collapse onto her elbows and stick her ass further up in the air. The sight was very erotic for Debbie as the corset framed Monique’s ass perfectly, the stocking straps split the firm, soft flesh of Monique’s ass, the thigh highs still a nice sight contrasting with Monique’s white skin, and her heels still on, forcing her toes to point inwards a little, all leading to the cute, rose bud of an ass hole which was still gaping a little, but not as much as before.

. With a satisfied grunt, the PA thrust forwards with the dildo, and it slid with almost no initial resistance into the millennial’s asshole since the dildo was tapered with a narrow tip. Monique’s ass now was gaping open and slickly coated with the anal lube Debbie had spread on the massive strap on, but very quickly, the coke bottle girth of the strap on met the resistance of the tight ass hole and Monique’s eyes popped open when she, on all fours, realized that this was going to hurt. As much of a pain slut she thought she was, this was going to bring her to a new level.

Monique gave a noise that was partly a moan of violation and partly a sigh of satisfaction, as her CD cunt was invaded for the second time in less than twenty minutes, and this was going to take some effort.

Panting like a woman in labor, Monique started to brace herself for every thrust Debbie would make and dropped onto Mandy’s lap who had worked her way in front of the millennial. With her arms holding onto Mandy’s ample faux breasts, and her head cocked sideways on Mandy’s flat stomach, Monique pulled her knees together, arched her back, and stuck out her ass to offer a more inviting target to the PA who she was becoming to know as the more sadistic of the two.

‘You’ll like this, slut’, grunted Debbie, between thrusts into the girl of mounting force and frequency; ‘it’s the best way to get done, yeah – any Cd lesbian will tell you that, for sure!’

Mandy watched with pleasure the erotic sight of her normally submissive PA, who was a decade younger than her, slowly pushing the monster dildo into the cute girl’s ass. Inch after inch was forced into Monique’s ass and Mandy marveled at how Monique could take it.

In a trance, Monique just continued panting like a woman giving labor as she pushed back to take more, and more of the artificial clit. It was massive and at one point, Debbie said: Show me that gaping ass.”

Monique dutifully reached around, pulled her ass cheeks apart and showed Debbie that her asshole was now a gaping 4 inches in diameter. Debbie thought that she could easily fist fuck the new toy with ease, but that would be charity as the artificial clit was much larger than her fist and this was the opportunity of a lifetime to train the new toy to take it large and deep. Debbie did not slam the strap on clit into the millennial, but let it slide in and out, going deeper and deeper with every thrust, spraying more lube on the shaft as needed.

Not to be left out of the action, Mandy grabbed a handful of Monique’s hair and lifted her up off her flat stomach and onto her hands. In this position, Mandy had access to Monique’s tits, and wanted to play.

Monique’s faux breasts were dangling out of their corset bra cups and freely swinging with each thrust of Debbie nailing the fake clit deep into Monique’s ever widening asshole.

Like her assistant, Mandy admired the size and texture of the 24-year-old’s mounds, and relished the opportunity to grope and squeeze them.

It was all too much for the formerly inexperienced and naive millennial: the doggy-fuck was a final overload to her sexual senses, and Debbie – caught up in her own heady enthusiasm – started to hammer the foot-long dildo into the millennial, and started to ride the blonde really hard. The PA was an athletically fit young woman who had been a sporty girl in her school days, and she now worked out at a gym four times a week – partly for its own sake, and partly to have the suppleness and stamina necessary to cope with the rampant facings dealt out by her boss, and sometimes as well by her boss’s mature CD lesbian business friends in an all-out Cd gang-bang. Debbie’s pelvis pivoted with the smoothly-oiled efficiency of a pumping machine, and it was a good thing that Monique’s ass had been worked up slowly to this point and still had some of Mandy’s cum deep inside to lubricate her insides because she would have been in trouble if things had started out with the massive dildo.

The PA was now transitioning into a ferocious beast in her forceful penetrations. Monique’s eyes bugged out and her hands clawed for purchase on the sweaty wrinkled bedsheet, as unbelievable sensations radiated out from her abused and tender ass. The girl’s mouth hung open, but the only sound that came from it was a frantic panting for breath.

As Mandy had anticipated, being shafted in this posture of utter submission was the completion and confirmation of the millennial’s Cd lesbian conversion. Monique was just blown away – after a few moments, her head and shoulders slumped down limply onto Mandy’s stomach, her hands limp and at her side, being held up only by Debbie holding onto her corset at the tiny, thinnest part of her waist.

Monique’s mouth was open and her right cheek pressed against Mandy’s stomach. Saliva was now dribbling from her half-open mouth as she mewled in rising ecstasy. The inexperienced near-virgin who had entered this den of lust less than half an hour previously now seemed a stranger to her, and she gave herself up to the heat of the moment

Thrusting her ass up higher in the air and spreading her hips apart. Monique could sense how gaping and open her CD pussy was, and her ass was slick with juices as the long fat plastic pillar reamed in and out of her with an ease that she would previously have thought impossible for a thing of such massive size. Now she was taking it, every inch of it, and Debbie’s convulsive pistoling was sending the shuddering millennial soaring to yet another explosive climax.

As the trembling in Monique’s flanks became visible and her breathing shortened to shallow high-pitched gulps, Debbie reached forwards to grab a hank of the girl’s blonde hair. She used this to haul the chambermaid back into a more upright posture on all fours, which gave the PA a better angle of attack from which to slam home the dildo even more directly. It was the final overload for the abused millennial’s ass, and Monique gave a hoarse scream as she climaxed for the who knows how many times before, with even more of a bone-shaking and mind-blowing impact than the previous orgasms. This orgasm was non-ejaculatory, and she realized that she would start living her live as a fuck toy who’s cum was in consequential, and whose non-ejaculatory orgasms were to be treasured as they did not involve any clean up.

In the aftermath, the young chambermaid slid off the end of the dildo, and with a bubbling sigh collapsed face-down upon Mandy who was laying in front and underneath her.

. Monique felt so totally fucked, in a way which she had never dreamed was possible, and so completely taken – seized, raped, abused, used, and filled to the bursting point by that incredible huge long dildo, with sensations that still resonated through her mind.

Mandy bestowed an approving smile upon her PA, as Debbie unbuckled the strap-on and wiped over the plastic phallus with a tissue; the young woman had played her part well, as indeed she always did, following her adored dominant mistress’s instructions to the letter, whether working or fucking. The imposing businesswoman then turned and looked down with satiated satisfaction at the broken chambermaid’s prone form, enjoying a full view of the girl’s ass, as Monique’s corset, garter straps and thigh high stockings were still all perfectly in place, and provided a wonderful dark contract with her white skin.

‘Don’t think of making any complaint about this, young lady, either to the management or the police – and not a word to your parents or friends’, Mandy coolly remarked. ‘If you do, we shall say that you discovered we are CD lesbians and offered to have sex with us for money, and I can get some other women who have stayed here to say that you did the same with them – so it is you who will end up in trouble, not us!’

In fact, Monique had not thought of doing any such thing as this was her fantasy come true, but she did not want to give that up too soon. Better to play the part of the extorted chambermaid to string out her fantasy lest Mandy and Debbie realize that they, in fact, had the the victims in this sex act with a pain slut who loved to be submissive.

Then the business executive and her PA slipped on their cotton toweling bathrobes, and Mandy informed the dazed chambermaid that they were going to Debbie’s bedroom next door, to shower and get dressed (as this had all been carefully planned, Mandy’s bath items, lingerie, business suit, shoes and work papers were all already in her assistant’s bedroom), and that when they went out they would remove the ‘do not disturb’ sign from that door, and Monique could then clean the room.

‘Take your time to clean this one’, said Mandy , not unkindly. Then, feeling that the young girl had given full satisfaction and deserved some reward, the businesswoman picked up her purse from the dressing table, and removed from it ten $500 bills. Crossing to stand beside the bed, she undid the tie-belt of her bathrobe so that it hung open and gave the chambermaid a point-blank view of her almost hard clit. Slowly, her gaze holding Monique’s dazed eyes, Mandy wiped each banknote down the length of her sticky clit shaft, as if they were cleaning tissues. Then the tall auburn -haired woman folded them into a moist and musky wad, and leaned across to tuck this inside one of Monique’s empty bra-cups.

‘Buy yourself some very high quality silicon lube for your ass my sweet’, murmured the businesswoman, an attractive husky tone in her voice, continuing with a curious half-smile: ‘I think you’re going to need it’. Then she picked up Monique’s discarded gaf panties and added ‘you won’t need these again – and I like to keep a souvenir of my conquests’, as she slipped them into her pocket. With that, Mandy closed up her bathrobe again, turned on her heel, and led the way out of the room; Debbie, following behind as was her place, paused in the doorway, looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss to the pretty young blonde whose violated body they had so much enjoyed.

For a few moments, Monique lay inertly on the crumpled sheet, her thoughts a kaleidoscopic whirl, forming and reforming, as she struggled to understand what had just happened to her, what she had really felt about it, and what that meant. Then her eye fell upon the clock on the bedside table, and she gasped and sat upright. Half an hour had passed since she had blithely entered this room, believing it to be unoccupied and ready for cleaning. What if her boss, Ashley, should come looking for her to monitor her work? – dear Lord, what if Ms. Carrington were to find her here, in this state?

With the speedy recovery of wholesome youth, Monique leaped from the bed, and stripped it of the creased and cum-stained sheet – though not without holding it to her nose for a moment, and breathing in this reminder of the powerful mature CD’s sexual prowess and dominance. The chambermaid completed her usual duties, changing the pillow cases and the upper sheet as well, smoothing them all down and neatly making up the bed. Then she moved into the bathroom, but before cleaning here she caught sight of herself in the large mirror. She was disheveled, her hair was sweaty and tangled, and her face and chest – still exposed, but her appearance was remarkable given what had just happened to her. The velvet collar was in place, her corset was still forcing an alluring hour glass figure out of her, her gloves were still on a gave her a very thin appearance, as did her long legs in the fish net stockings and garter straps. Even her highly polished heels were still immaculate. Well, she thought, you can take a good fucking and continue ticking, in fact, she almost got aroused at the sight of her young body in the seducing outfit, before she realized that she needed to get moving.

Monique stuffed her faux tits back into the shelf bra cups of her corset, found her uniform, and zipped it back on. Really, she thought, she only needed to work on her hair with its just been fucked look and she would be good to go.

Monique spent some time in the bathroom freshening up and realized  that she would need a shower later. What to do about the loss of my gaff? She thought.

She quickly improvised one of the small towels in the math room into a gaff and started cleaning the bathroom and the rest of the luxurious suite.

Just at this point, the chambermaid heard the sound from Debbie’s room of the door opening and closing, and of voices in the corridor. Monique wheeled her trolley out of the now serviced and cleaned Room 518 in time to see the smartly business-suited form of Mandy , her taut ass and mature silhouette framed in an elegantly tailored pin-stripe pencil skirt – quite a short and sexy one, but she had the fine firm smooth legs to carry it off – and a flared jacket, proceeding away from her towards the lift, accompanied by her similarly-attired PA.

Monique stopped for a moment, leaning against her trolley for support, as her eyes drank in the swaying hips and strutting assertive stalking strides of her two CD lesbian lovers. It was in this cathartic moment that there came to Monique’s turbulent thoughts a soothing calmness, as she recognized and accepted something long-hidden from herself: her attraction to women, and the conclusion that she was, in fact, a submissive Cd lesbian.

However, the millennial pushed the implications of this realization from her mind, for she was now nearly an hour behind schedule, and – although she had made a good quick start before the events following her entry into Room 518 – it would be almost impossible to finish the rest of her scheduled rooms on time. The energetic girl did her best, but she still had three rooms to do on the third floor when Ms. Carrington appeared in the doorway of the one that she was completing.

Once again, Monique noted admiringly how well-dressed the manageress was. Today, Ms. Carrington was wearing an A-line skirt in navy blue, of midi length, coming down to several inches below her knees and overlapping the smart black leather boots that she was wearing below it. The skirt was in a complete button-through style, with a row of brass buttons running down the front from the waistband to the hem. As intended in such styles, the last four or five buttons were undone, leaving the bottom flap of the skirt to shift eye-catchingly with every movement, and offer tantalizing glimpses of the legs and stockings underneath. Above the waist, Ms. Carrington was wearing a simple but elegant white silk blouse, and clearly visible through its almost transparent thinness was the shape of the full-cup black bra that encased her generous and still firm breasts. It was not just apprehension that she was in trouble that made Monique’s mouth go dry, for in her sensitized state the proximity of another authoritative and sexy mature woman sent a shiver through the girl’s body, hardening her nipples and causing a hot flush in her CD pussy which still had some of Mandy’s cum in it.

‘You seem rather slow today, Monique’, observed the manageress with a note of disapproval. ‘I need to see you in my office – come along there as soon as you have finished your work; get the rest of the rooms done, and then come to see me at once.’

The chambermaid’s heart sank – she knew that she had made a really good impression on her first two days with the combination of her quick work and thorough cleaning, and she so wanted to keep this job, especially given the prospect of further employment after this Christmas vacation. And the money, the huge amounts of tips she was making. She would be able to pay off her debts and enter a modeling school just after 5 weeks of work. if she could only keep her job.

Monique presented herself at Ashley’s office as quickly as she could, and, as on her previous visits, she admired the manageress’s neat efficiency. Ms. Carrington was seated at her large L-shaped desk, with the side portion to her right occupied by a computer screen, keyboard and mouse, a printer, a telephone and two neat trays for paperwork. The long main expanse of the desk in front of the manageress was completely bare; this was clearly the woman’s habit, as on the previous two days when Monique had arrived, the only item in view had been the cleaning schedule of the rooms – clearly, Ms. Carrington was a woman who believed in keeping on top of things. Now, which Monique hoped was not an ominous sign, there was not even a single sheet of paper on the shiny polished wooden desktop.

At a gesture from the manageress, Monique came to stand immediately in front of the desk. As she had done each morning when receiving her instructions (there had been a chair to sit in at her interview, but clearly its usual place was over against the wall, and the hotel manageress did not like her staff to take their ease).

Ms. Carrington’s opening words caused Monique’s heart to drop like a stone:

‘Mandy called in to see me, on her way out’, remarked the manageress in cool tone, her eyes sharply scrutinizing the millennial’s face. Then, to Monique’s immense relief, a hint of approval appeared in Ms. Carrington’s eyes and voice, as she continued:

‘She was pleased with your ... adaptability, I think was the term she used ...She has asked that you be assigned to clean her room and her assistant’s for the rest of their stay – and also when they next return, in two weeks’ time. Of course, Monique agreed at once –

Mandy is not only a highly-valued regular guest, but she is also important and influential in business circles in this region; indeed, she has organized a special   network ... of businesswomen, through which one can make very useful contacts.’ The manageress looked at Monique shrewdly, noting the girl’s sudden blushing reaction to Mandy’s praise and request, and continued: ‘It may take you some time to do their rooms properly, so I will put them at the end of your schedule, at two o’clock – do all the other rooms first, and then you can take as long there as is required, as I want to ensure Mandy is quite satisfied with the service she receives.’

Monique was stunned by this, for she understood exactly what it meant – she was sure that Mandy and her PA would arrange their schedules to be back at the hotel at 2.00 p.m., and then they would fuck her in rotation for as long as they wanted, and make her take their large CD clits and strap-on and eat out their assholes. Her reaction was a churning swirl of shock and – unmistakably – excitement and arousal, and unconsciously she licked her lips, unable to form words in reply. The expressions that had flashed across her youthful features had in any case telegraphed their meaning to Ms. Carrington, who also noted the sudden perky prominence of the girl’s tits, poking through the fabric of her bra and the thin chambermaid’s uniform.

Monique was a vision of ripe, delicious loveliness with her now touched up make up, tight maid’s uniform, with velvet collar, very tiny waist, gloved hands, and thigh high stockings which were perfectly matched on each thigh. Even her hair had been brushed back into perfection with a high pony tail sticking up from her head, a true submissive move as it made it so much easier to hold her head in place to be used.

‘I trust that you have no objection to this arrangement, Monique?’ enquired the manageress, one eyebrow raised in interrogation and a sly smile creeping across her face. The millennial lowered her eyes to the floor, blushed again, but found her voice enough to reply in a whisper:

‘No ... I ... that is, no ... no objection, Ms. Carrington.’

‘Good, that’s settled then’, crisply answered her superior, before continuing with more of a smile, and to Monique’s great relief and delight: ‘I think you have come on very well, Monique, yes – very well indeed. I do not think we need bother with the rest of your probationary period, and so I will confirm now that I will employ you for the rest of the holidays, and also on weekends during your school-terms, and again – if you wish – in the following holiday periods.’

Monique lifted her gaze, and gushed her thanks. Ms. Carrington looked at the pretty young blonde appraisingly, and then continued:

There is one condition to this, however, which is that I will require your assistance with some special duties ... These are confidential, not to be discussed with anyone else, but you will be put on a higher hourly wage-rate in consequence. Do you accept?’

Monique was not quite sure – well, not absolutely sure – where this was going, but in any case refusal would be madness, and would clearly terminate her employment. The millennial swallowed, but met the attractive mature woman’s gaze, and replied clearly:

‘Yes, of course, Ms. Carrington, whatever you want.’

‘Good girl – that was just the right answer. I can see that you will do well here, very well indeed!’ said the manageress in a satisfied tone. She paused for a few seconds, gazing keenly at the delectable girl, and then gestured to her youthful employee:

‘Lift up your skirt – lift it up, I want to see.’

the good news is that Monique had a second thong gaf in her locker which she visited just before coming to Ashley’s office and had again, expertly tucked her clit between her legs, into her CD pussy, and strapped it all down with the tiny thong gaff.

Monique was still naive enough that she gave a little gasp of surprise at the directness of Ms. Carrington’s demand, and still young enough to flush with sudden embarrassment. Did Ms. Carrington know that she had a gaf on? the girl wondered briefly, before a sudden absolute certainty came to her that her boss knew that fact very well indeed!

With a gulp, Monique lowered her hands to grasp the hem of her chambermaid’s uniform at each side, and then she slowly hoisted it up to her waist, fully exposing her gaf with tucked clit below. The manageress gazed directly at the millennial’s space between her legs for a moment, and then pushed back her leather chair and rose to her feet. Monique gasped, for as the woman stood up, it became apparent that she had unbuttoned her A-line skirt all the way to the waist – and that underneath it her now very stiff CD clit was exposed, the shaft of which was poking out horizontally for at least six inches through the open front vent of the skirt.

Ms. Carrington stalked round the side of the desk, her skirt hanging open and her hard, stiff CD clit swaying menacingly with every step that she took. Monique was rooted to the spot, and could not drag her eyes away from the thick pink, veined shaft of her boss’s CD clit

The chambermaid neither moved nor spoke as the manageress came to stand at her side, but her pulse-rate quickened and her nipples hardened underneath her breast forms. The millennial with sultry desire looked up at who would be her next mistress. 

Ashley undid the waistband of her skirt and dropped it on a nearby chair, and then added her silk blouse to the pile. The hotel boss was revealed in magnificent sexual prowess, wearing black boots, black stockings held up by a traditional garter belt, through which her CD clit protruded, and a full-cup black bra that made two jutting cones of her 32D faux breasts. Monique felt weak at the knees at beholding such a striking vision of mature feminine sexuality – and of experienced girl-fucking CD lesbianism, she also realized.

Ms. Carrington stood beside the slim blonde millennial, so close that the hard round head of her clit bumped against Monique’s bare hip, just below the point to which she had lifted up her uniform. The girl remained as still as a soldier being inspected, staring ahead, her tension shown only in a nervous flick of her tongue across dry lips. The manageress languidly lifted her right hand, and with one elegant scarlet fingernail she traced a line around the pretty babe’s ear and down the side of her neck to the base of her throat, sending an erotic shiver down Monique’s spine to the cleft of her buttocks. From only inches away, Ms. Carrington whispered in her employee’s ear, in a rich contralto that vibrated with desire:

‘I want you ... and I’m going to have you. You’re mine.’

It was a statement of fact, of an absolute certainty, and Monique knew the truth of it. As Ms. Carrington said this, her left hand reached forwards to cut the chambermaid’s tucked CD clit, gently squeezing its sweet young flesh, and pressing a middle finger through her legs to probe into Monique’s well used CD fuck hole which was still slick with Mandy’s cum. It was an unspoken assertion of ownership, commanding and complete. A shudder of surrender ran through the girl, and her reply was not even a whisper, more an exhalation of breath, so faint as to be just on the edge of audibility:

‘... yes ... oh ... yes ...’

‘Bend over’, was all Ashley said in response, gesturing at the desk.

Obediently, Monique folded over at the waist, placing her stomach and breasts flat on the smooth unblemished desktop, and shuffling her feet apart in order to spread her CD pussy open. She waited tensely as Ms. Carrington moved out of view, going to stand directly at Monique’s butt. Then the millennial gave a soft gasp of surprise, as she felt the unexpected but enticing touch of the manageress’s cool fingertips, first pulling down her gaf, and then parting her ass cheeks then slipping a finger into her just recovering fuck hole.

‘Well, well, they did open you up nicely, didn’t they?’ observed Ms. Carrington with pleasure, as she slid her long index finger all the way into Monique’s CD pussy hole, making the young girl groan and sag a little more limply on the desktop, with her tender nipples squashed down against its unforgiving wooden surface. Then the pretty chambermaid gasped again, as she felt the head of Ashley’s Cd clit push between her ass cheeks and into her CD fuck hole.

. This time, her Cd pussy gave no resistance, and the young blonde gave a mewling moan as the manageress sank her CD clit all of the way into her, up to her jewels, before withdrawing and then thrusting firmly inwards again.

Ms. Carrington’s penetrations were measured and deliberate, and slowly built up into a more powerful effect. Each of her thrusts seemed to drive all of the air from Monique’s body, and the blonde millennial began to pant for breath, her mouth open and her eyes fixed ahead at the manageress’s empty chair, although in truth they were glazed and unseeing, as every fiber of her being became centered upon the jangling nerve-ends in her over-sensitized CD fuck hole which was becoming more and more experienced with every moment.

. The chambermaid’s hands reached for the further side of her boss’s desk and took a vice-like grip on its edge, clinging as would a shipwrecked sailor to the last piece of floating driftwood.

Ms. Carrington drove on remorselessly, arching her hips to impart greater impact to her impalements of the delectable schoolgirl’s proffered CD pussy. Monique’s legs began to spasm, her thigh muscles clenching convulsively; if the desk had not been supporting her body, she would have collapsed to the floor. The pretty chambermaid’s legs and arms thrashed on the desktop, and she sobbed and yowled as she was pinned in place by Ms. Carrington’s iron grasp at the thinnest part of their tiny waist cinched tightly by her corset.

Ashley’s Cd clit was growing in size and was slammed and shafted into her with ever-increasing pace and power. Perhaps it was being CD pussy -fucked by a fat, thick CD clit for the fourth time in her young life, all within the space of two hours, that overwhelmed her senses – or perhaps it was the skillful expertise and commanding authority of her elegant mature manager, who had a greater effect upon her libido even than the powerful but younger Mandy – but whatever it was, Monique came in the longest, most explosive, and mind-bending non-ejaculatory climax of them all. Swept away in orgasmic splendor, she quivered and shook, saliva sprayed from her open mouth. Caught up in the vortex of lust, Monique squirmed and shuddered, and screamed words that she barely knew that she knew:

‘Ashley, yes, fuck, , fucking do me, oh! shit! yeah! harder, harder! fuck me – do me fucking more! More – fucking take me, do me, rape me – fucking rape me!!’

In response, Ashley raked her sharp fingernails down Monique’s exposed ass cheeks, and simultaneously rolled her hips to corkscrew her CD clit around inside the girl’s CD fuck hole, sending a wave of electrifying aftershocks through the dazed and drained millennial. Unseen behind the chambermaid, Ms. Carrington wore a triumphant predatory smile. It was just as she had hoped and thought, and just as she had been advised: this cute and innocent-looking young blonde was ripe and ready for transformation into a Sapphic slut, who would soon be willing to do anything that was desired by the authoritative older CD lesbians to whom she was clearly attracted. Yes, thought Ms. Carrington with relish and anticipation, pretty little 24 -year-old Monique was a prime prospect for being passed around the CD domes and dykes of the powerful and secret network of lesbian businesswomen of which she and Mandy were founding members.

Before long, the girl would be trained into that wonderful combination of being an insatiable CD submissive, from whom any sexual service could be demanded, or the acting out of any fantasy or role-play, and the little bitch would not only do it and take it, but would beg for it, and then eagerly beg to be taken again and again. It only remained only to put the final pieces in place, and continue her Cd lesbian education.

Ashley withdrew her rock hard CD clit from Monique’s CD fuck hole,  Then the older woman bent forwards, pushed the girl’s thighs further apart with her hands, and licked along Monique’s CD fuck hole, lapping up the sweet nectar of her millennial ass juices, and tasting the faint hint of Mandy’s cum, enjoying the moaning ripples of pleasure that it sent through her. Having tasted the vintage of this little fuck toy, the manageress returned to the chair behind her desk and sat down, spreading her legs apart and exposing her full Cd clit standing hard and erect,

Through half-lidded eyes, Ms. Carrington looked at Monique , who was still sprawled across the desktop, trying to calm her breathing and recover control of her arm and leg muscles, and said in a sultry tone:

‘You know what to do, girl – so do it!’

Monique staggered to her feet, and tottered around the end of the desk. It was almost a relief to sink to her knees between Ashley’s spread legs, and to grip the woman’s thighs for support. Her boss reached forwards to undo the zipper of her chambermaid’s uniform, and then let the unfastened garment fall to the floor, leaving the very enticing vision of this millennial in fishnet stocking, garter straps attached to the severely cinched corset highlighting her 19.5-inch waist, and DD cup faux Brest forms with their permanently semi hard nipples The lace gloves, collar and hair ribbon were all just too much for Ashely who barked out: “tell me you want it, Need it.”

“oh, yes, yes. Be my Mistress. I will be a good submissive girl for you, please let me please please you in any way you desire. Fuck me, force me to suck you off, whip me, anything you wish my Mistress.” Monique purred as she locked eyes with Ashley.

Ashley, as aroused as she was, then got an idea which would arouse her even further.

“OK, my little fuck toy. You think you would like to be whipped?, go over there and pull out of the cabinet a toy you want me to use on you so I know that you are telling me the truth.” Ashley stated matter-a-fatly.

Monique turned her head in the direction of the cabinet to which Ashely referred and got up from her knees to investigate.

In the cabinet were ball gags, leather crops, hand cuffs, and strap on monster dildos. But the thing which caught Monique’s yes was the long, fine leather cat-o-9 tails flogger. She picked it up and brought it over to Ashley for her to inspect.

The weight of the flogger was significant and the length of the leather strips with knots at the end were about 1-meter long. 

Ashley new the weapon well and was pleased that Monique had chosen the most painful play toy of the lot. This would be fun and test the limits of her new sex toy.

Ashley got up from her chair, motioned for Monique to bend over the desk again, and spread her legs. With practiced efficiency, Ashley rubbed the strands of the whip over Monique’s very white ass and stated:

“you will say the 5 words I. Am. A. Good. Girl. After each whip. Failure to say the words in proper sequence will result in additional whippings. Do you understand?”  Ashley said in almost a whisper of a voice.

“Yes, Mistress. Use me. Whip me. Please yourself by watching my white ass redden with each whip.” Monique said as her own excitement began to grow. This was one of her most cherished fantasies and it was about to come true.

Ashley did not provide any warning for the first strike which made a whoosh sound and then a very subtle slap as the many tendrils of the whip found their marks. 

Monique could never have prepared for the feeling of the whip on her exposed ass and shuddered at the initial pain which turned into a warm, soft feeling of pleasure. Monique forgot to say the word I. and Ashley was quick to tell her that she had failed on her first attempt so she would be given 10 sets of the sequence as an additional inducement to get things right.

“Yes, Mistress, Sorry Mistress. I will be a good girl Mistress. Please start again.” Monique sniffled out of her pursed lips still dealing with the sharp pain of the first blow.

The next whip came fast and hard. This time Monique was ready and stated clearly. I.

Whoosh, crack.  â€œWill.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œBE.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œA.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œGood.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œGirl.”

Ashley admired the reddening areas of Monique’s ass and was very pleased that she did not scream out, as so many had done before. Ashley took a moment to caress Monique’s red ass and bent down to whisper in her ear: “One set down, nine to go. Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes, mistress. I love it, need it. I need your love via the pain and will do anything for you to allow me to please you in this way.” Monique was now fully transformed There was no doubt now that she was a pure submissive whose pain let to orgasmic relief. A very rare trait and Ashley was going to take full advantage of it.

Whoosh, crack.  â€œI.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œWill.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œBE.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œA.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œGood.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œGirl.”

Now Monique’s ass was glowing red and sensitive to the touch  tears were forming in the corners of her eyes and she was trying to understand what was going on. Why did she love the pain, why did she just have a shuddering non-ejaculatory orgasm on the last whip, which was a little harder, a little more painful than the others? She was crying out of joy and confusion when the next set hit.

Whoosh, crack.  â€œI.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œWill.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œBE.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œA.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œGood.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œGirl.”

Ashley noticed that if she swung the flogger especially hard on the last whip of each set, Monique would shudder in what really seemed like an orgasm, arching her back, flexing her legs and tensing up until the dopamine release in her mind subsided. She was amazed at this and it really turned her on that her little fuck toy could actually get off from the whipping.

Whoosh, crack.  â€œI.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œWill.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œBE.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œA.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œGood.”

Whoosh, crack.  â€œGirl.”

Another shuddering non-ejaculatory orgasm hit Monique with the last whip she was now just limp on the desk.

After the final set, Monique with five additional orgasms under her belt was jolted back to the present when Ashley grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her to her feet.

“now where were we…” Ashely said as she walked Monique back to her chair, sat down, forced Monique to her knees and repeated: “you know what to do.”

Monique was weak, broken and confused, but she did know how to suck a CD clit to orgasm and this is what she started to do by extending her tongue and quickly followed by opening her velvety soft mouth to engulf the long, thick shaft of Ashley’s CD clit.

Ashely was very experienced and kept holding back no matter what Monique did to get her off. Ashley knew the power of a strung out orgasm and wanted this first one with Monique to be a big one.

After 20 minutes of this teasing hold off approach with Monique fully deep throating Ashley’s CD clit, sucking flicking, rolling her tongue, teasing the piss hole, everything, Monique decided to take things into her own hands and literally cork screwed two fingers into Ashley’s ass which immediately threw Ashley over the top and she came instantly after for so long trying to hold out.

“holy fuck you little slut. You really know how to get a girl going, don’t you?” Purred Ashley in her post orgasmic state.

“Milk me onto your tongue. I want to watch.” Ashley said as Monique looked up at her with sparkling blue eyes and said: “With pleasure mistress.”

Monique captured just the head of Ashley’s clit into her mouth and began milking the shaft of her clit so that each pull deposited another few drops of cum into her mouth. After a full 2 minutes, Monique looked up, opened her mouth and proudly showed off a small pool of cum on her tongue. 

“Swallow it, all of it,  you little bitch.” Ashley said in a husky, commanding tone.

without any delay, Monique looked up, locked eyes with Ashley and closed her mouth and savored the creamy love juice as it coated her mouth and throat as it slid all the way down.