# 005 -- Coaxing
Throughout the day, my Master has been on and off of the phone. All I really know is that he is speaking to Dave, one of his better friends. I've heard my name and the name Pam, Dave's girl, but that is about it. Good girls do not eavesdrop. When and if Master wants me to know, he will tell me.
Not until after dinner does that time come. As I am drying and putting away the dishes, Master comes up behind me and presses into me.
"When you are done, go and put on that lovely rainbow colored dress." he tells me.
Master knows he need not tell me that all I may were under the dress is a bra. I already know that. However, my curiosity is piqued by his choice in dress. The rainbow colored dress is beautiful. Bright, tight and probably the shortest dress I own. More than once I commented that the dress is little more than a long and tight shirt. And more than once, Master grinned at me and replied "Exactly."
In our bedroom I find a sexy bra then the dress and put them on. As we are alone in the house, I am already naked. Slipping into the bra is simple enough. The dress I work my way into and when I am in it, I turn and look in the full length mirror.
The colors of the dress are bright and very pretty. In addition, the dress is incredibly sheer. As I look at my reflection, I can see my hairless pussy clearly. The lace bra I am wearing cradles my breasts nicely.
Master's voice behind me, makes me smile. "God, that dress is so sexy on you. Stand properly, my pretty black slut."
As I think him for the compliment, I turn towards him, straighten my back and spread my legs, standing straight before him. My hands go behind my back and I hold them loosely.
He walks up to me and reaches for my hair. For a few seconds he simply plays with it. And then he speaks to me. "Tonight, my black cunt will eat pussy."
I gulp audibly. "Yes, Master." I try and keep the eagerness out of my voice, but my Master knows me. He leans forward and reaches between my thighs, slapping both in direction for me to open them wider. When he runs his fingers between my pussy lips, we both now know how wet the prospect has already gotten me.
"Master's slut loves eating pussy, doesn't she."
"Yes, my Master." I whimper, arching against his fingertips.
He chuckles and removes his finger from my hot cunt. Moving his fingers to my lips, I greedily suck them clean.
The ride to Dave's is quite uneventful. As we get closer, I try and figure out what has happened. Pam, to my knowledge, is completely heterosexual. She never showed an interest in sex with another woman. However, I had no doubt that Master had noticed my interest in her.
By the time Master pulls into Dave's driveway, my pussy is sopping wet, just thinking of eating out Pam. As I walk to the door behind my Master, I can feel the moisture on my own pussy. When Pam opens the door, my clit heaves and again, I swallow audibly.
Pam has been directed to not dress at all. For the first time, I am seeing her naked and the sight comes close to making me tremble with desire. Her skin is darker than mine is by quite a bit and I am forced to think of ebony. With a will, I force myself to be patient and wait for Master to direct me to at long last touch this girls incredible body.
Greetings are exchanged and we are led into a room that makes me think of one of the old Masterpiece Theater sets. Dark oak surrounds us. Two large, overstuffed leather chairs are set at a slight angle in front of an honest to goodness roaring fire. Between the chairs is a small table on which is a decanter of brandy and two snifters, and before the fire is a white bear skin rug.
Dave does not even look at Pam when he tells her. "Serve us, slut." and while his tone is mostly loving, there is still something about it that tells me that Pam has in some way or another, displeased her Master.
When my Master and Dave have seated themselves, I take a position standing at his right hand, slightly behind him in the chair. Pam murmurs just before she goes to pour and it emphasizes to me that something is not exactly right.
The Masters talk softly in low voices. I do not try to hear, but I get the gist of why we are here. Pam and her Master had gotten into a disagreement about whether or not she would enjoy being with a woman or not. She insisted she was 'not like that' and would never succumb to the seduction of any woman.
Her Master disagreed and called my Master in order to borrow me.
I was here to help prove one of them right, and I strongly suspected which of them would win this argument.
My Master chuckled softly, no doubt suspecting exactly what I did. He glanced up at me and caught my eye. "Do your best, my Angel." he barely suppressed the humor in his voice.
Dave looked at Pam and, his voice deep and commanding, told her. "Stand on the rug, slut. Face us."
Pam looked for a moment as if she would protest, but after a moments hesitation, obeyed. She stood on the rug, turned and faced the men. To me she looked a bit like a Greek statue, ramrod straight, her objections obvious in every muscle.
With a nod, my Master directed me. "Begin when you are ready, my Angel."
Immediately I stepped out from behind the chair and walked to the edge of the rug. Then I paused and considered how I wanted to 'tackle' this problem. When my Master and I talked about Pam, I know he saw my desire for her in my eyes. I wanted her. But I had to be careful. She was reluctant, to say the least.
Slowly, I walked around her, giving her a wide berth, to make sure I did not brush up against her. I stood behind her, staring into the fire and collecting and rejecting various thoughts. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire.
Licking my lips, I made my decision and I turned slowly. I took three steps, which brought me as close to Pam as I could be without physically touching her with my breasts. I leaned forward and, when she felt my breath against her neck, she tensed.
"Did you know that I have wanted something like this ever since I first set eyes on you?" I whispered so low, I doubt the Masters could overhear me.
Pam gasped and I heard her breathe. "Why?" as quietly as I had.
I allowed a small smile to grace my lips. "You're beautiful, for one." I kept my voice very low and hoped the Masters would not demand I speak up. That would spook Pam, I was sure of it. "And you're smart and funny. Did I mention you were sexy as all hell?"
The sound that came out of her mouth next was a scoff which told me that she had many of the same self-esteem problems I had faced in the beginning days with my Master. Now I could bolster her up ... and perhaps even turn her on.
"I've fantasized about you." I breathe softly into her ear. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyes flick from her Master to mine. "Master knows how wet I get thinking of you. He's asked me what I would do to you if I had half a chance."
Again, Pam tensed visibly. She was afraid that, if I succeeded, she would become something horrible. I'd known girls like that before. In that way, she and I differed. I'd always been attracted to women as well as men.
Swallowing softly, I continued. "I would lean in and let you feel my breath on the back of your neck." exhaling, I know she could now feel it. "But I would ask things ... do what pleased you." and would please me, I added to myself.
Inhaling deeply, I shared a thought. "I would ask if you like having the nape of your neck kissed." I paused. "And if you've ever felt a pair as soft as mine, without the mustache hairs of your Master."
The last part of that must have been what set her giggling. However she did not reply, so instead of doing it, I simply moved on. "Then I would ask if you would mind if I brought my hands around to your breasts. If I kneaded, twisted and pulled at them the same way you would when you are masturbating."
I heard her swallow and knew I must have hit the top layer of paydirt. "Do you like soft kisses down your front, between your breasts. Would you like it if I did that even as I continued to pull at your tits?"
Now I heard a gulp. Progress.
"We are both dirty little sluts, Pam." I whispered. "Tonight is the first time I've seen you naked and ..." I sighed with my desire. "Can you smell how wet I am now I've seen your pussy? You're making my mouth water."
Pam inhaled then and I went on. "Can you imagine my hands on your clit. Stroking. Slapping?"
She whimpered and I almost cheered. I leaned closer. "Please. Let me show you how good it can be with a woman..."
For a moment, I feared I had spoken too soon and scared her off. But then she leaned back, very slightly. Just enough do bring her neck within range of my lips.
I kissed the nape of her neck and paused a moment to inhaled of her scent. Then I licked at her neck, slowly and sensuously. I felt her shudder under my tongue and I suppressed a smile. Opening my mouth slightly, I nipped softly at her neck.
Pam's breathing became the slightest bit heavier. Embolden, I took a step forward, pressing my tits to her back. My arms came forward and I just barely touched the skin on her hips with my fingers. Lightly, I ran my hand up her hips, along her side and to her tits, which I cupped in both of my hands.
"So soft." I whispered, feeling my clit pulse. Grabbing them harder, I pulled at them. Then I put both of her now hard nipples between my thumbs and my forefingers and twisted. Pam whimpered.
