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."
He bent his head back, spreading her cheeks, much fatter than Carol's skinny little but gorgeous arse, her cunt juice was flowing out of her, more than a trickle that's for sure, across her perineum, which he licked first, then her brown starfish (anal bleaching is not popular where she lives), until she told him to stop.
He backed away and stood, holding out his hand to help her up.
"Goddess said to take you into her bedroom."
She held his hand as they entered the hall, her dressed in black and silver bra, black hold ups and black patent leather shoes, Him, of course naked, his cock hard and throbbing in front of him.
She stopped at the hall mirror to check her hair.
"Be a good boy and fetch my handbag."
He scurried off into the living room, and returned with it. She put it on the telephone table under the mirror and fixed her make up. Her hair definitely had that just fucked look, which was ironic as she hadn't been...YET! But she looked gorgeous, very pretty, raven hair cascading onto her shoulders, large natural breasts, a lovely sweep to her hips, full plump but not fat bottom, and very shapely legs. Kevin wondered what she would look like with an eight inch cock in her, it wouldn't be long before he found out. She handed her handbag back to him and he returned it to the living room.
She held out her hand and he took it, escorting her to the closed bedroom door.
He paused and knocked, not hearing a reply he took a chance, turned the handle and ushered her through.
Carol was lying prostrate on the bed, her arse near the foot, her legs bent. She was wearing the black lace top stockings, red Agent Provocateur suspender belt holding them up, the exact lingerie Kevin had bought her the previous week but which she had not worn for him yet. Red high heel shoes completed the ensemble. 👠💥
Dawn's breath caught in her throat not because of how she was dressed but at the shock of seeing a man kneeling between her legs, licking her cunt.
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She turned to go but Kevin held onto her hand.
