In part 5 Carol had invited her friend to join her from drinks, ostensibly for Dawn to unburden herself re her husband's failure to stay off the golf course, and to basically spend more time fucking her.
Carol knew that Dawn needed to get past the need for some hot sex and after explaining her relationship with Kevin, invited her to sample her slaves tongue.
Once the little matter of Dawn coming on Kevin's tongue had been dealt with, then the fun and games could begin.
As the door closed Kevin bent and picked up Dawns black patent leather shoe, placing it on her foot, before kissing the black stockinged ankle and down to the upper of the shoe, before repeating the process.
"I...I've never done anything like this before Kevin."
"It's fine Miss Dawn, and please call me slave, otherwise Goddess might be angry with me."
"Goddess? Is that her title?"
"She allows me to call her that when I worship her."
"How often is that?"
"Every day"
"And by worship you mean licking her."
"Yes, and fucking her if I've been a good slave. Now may we get on Miss Dawn?"
"Yes, yes. What do I do?" She asked.
"Well you lie back and relax and hopefully come on my tongue." He reached for the waistband of her black knickers as she leaned back on her elbows, eager to watch him.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips over the gusset, breathing in her musk, then licking her mound with his broad wet tongue."
He pushed his tongue into the side if her gusset, teasing her momentarily, before pulling the knickers down. She automatically lifted her bottom to assist in their removal, pulling them over one foot, leaving then hanging rather sluttishly on one ankle.
He spread her legs and kissed the inside of her her thighs between the stockings and her mound, then dragging a very wet tongue over her cunt lips, tucked neatly away, then turned his head, made his tongue hard, licking faster up and down her slit. He used his thumbs to open her up, her vagina dilating slightly as he did so, just enough to plunge his long hard tongue into her. She grabbed him by the hair with one hand, the other frantically grabbing the counterpane by her side, gasping at the feeling of having a tongue in her tight under used fuck hole.
"Thank you," it was Kevin who spoke, "thank you for allowing me the honour of serving you Miss Dawn."
He gave an involuntary shiver as she said "Shut up and lick my cunt," almost forgetting to add "slave."
His tongue plunged back into her as he lifted her legs right up so that she was almost bent double. He softened his tongue, then licked from her fuck hole up to her clit hood in one motion. Hardening it again to seek out her bud, locating it, noting it was smaller than Carol's before sucking it into his mouth then rubbing his tongue across it, between his lips, turning his head so he could lash his tongue left and right, faster and faster, varying it with sucking it, then licking down to taste her cunt juice again.
She moaned as every variation, her orgasm building and building, extolling him to "suck me Kevin!" forgetting to call him slave, until she was gasping for air, bucking her hips into his face, grinding her cunt onto his mouth. Kevin slipped two fingers into her, finger fucking her now sopping wet hole.
When it arrived, her orgasm was loud, long and very noisy, to the point of violent, she was definitely a screamer this one.
It must have lasted 15 seconds or more before she gasped and pushed his head away, unable to take any more pleasure.
"Fucking hell," thought Kevin, "if Carol is planning to have her fuck-licked she'll be climbing the fucking walls!" so much for not disturbing the neighbours! It was a good job the spare room didn't share a party wall or the middle aged guy next door would have been masturbating furiously by now.
He knelt between her legs as she rested. He smelt his two fingers, a rich musky aroma, different from Carol, but nevertheless very nice. Should he ask permission to lick his fingers?
He decided he should, but she said "no, lick my come off my arsehole instead."
