By: Slovdave.
From original ideas by: Maria.
Julia appraised herself carefully in the full-length mirror.
She had reverted to her natural dark brunette hair. For these occasions, she liked a certain truthfulness.
In her early thirties, slim and toned, she possessed a striking figure even without the current outfit.
Her eyes were a light hazel, flecked with green. Striking, even hypnotic, it had been said more than once.
The outfit was outrageous and entirely for the occasion.
A black lace, quarter cup bra lifted her C cup breasts up and forward, offering them to the mirror. Free of the pull of gravity, they quivered at every slight movement, demanding attention. Her dark, puckered areolas framed already stiff nipples as the anticipation built.
The long hours of running and weights at the gym had left her toned and slim. She was particularly proud of her waist and stomach.
Suspenders and stockings framed a tight black g-string with tiny, coloured lace details at the corners, and a sheer front panel that clearly showed off her severe brazilian strip and her neat cunt lips from which her clit hood projected pertly.
Patent leather heels finished the ensemble to perfection.
She took it all in and smiled at her reflection. Exactly as she had imagined she would look.
Work was stressful and she would, if pushed, have used that as an excuse for her sessions. But in her heart, she knew that was actually irrelevant. It was these occasions that punctuated her life, that defined it. All the rest was simply a means to an end.
And this was to be a particularly memorable occasion, she was sure. To be bringing together two proteges was something she had never tried before. The planning had been meticulous, the training had taken months. Neither knew of the other though both had been promised much. The anticipation coursed through her entire body, but her greedy cunt was the conductor of the orchestra, slick lips slid against each other, trying to suck the g-string in as she moved and the familiar ache had been building for the past hour as she got ready.
Satisfied at last, she walked out of her dressing room and down the carpeted stairs toward the tiled hall. Cool air played across her body, tightening her exposed nipples further. She always loved the drama of the staircase and the sheer eroticism of outfits like these. She felt herself dampen further.
At the base of the stairs, she turned right, through double doors, into a large wood-panelled room at the end of which a log fire was glowing gently. She closed the doors behind her and settled into a leather wingback chair to one side of the fireplace and positioned so she could see both the fireplace and the double doors. Heavy velvet curtains were drawn across the bay windows in front of her and the low light came from a couple of lamps on the wall above the fire and the fire itself. It was warm, but not oppressively so.
She heard the doorbell and then the click of heels as her maid went to answer. There was a murmur of voices and eventually, the double doors opened.
The maid stepped inside. She was dressed in a facsimile of her mistress's outfit. Her larger tits bounced and quivered with each heeled footfall and her cunt lips and clit hood bulged vulgarly against the sheer front panel. Her hips rolled luxuriously, as in behind her strode Dan.
"Daniel Ma'am." She announced unnecessarily, then turned on her heel and with a flick of her hips, withdrew, closing the doors behind her.
Julia stood to greet her guest.
Dan was 30, a little under six feet, broad and slim, though already showing that he might run to bulk soon. Close-cropped dark hair and blue eyes. He was simply, though expensively dressed in black trousers and a white shirt open at the neck, black patent shoes and gold cufflinks. Just as she had stipulated.
She moved forward to kiss him on the cheek and noticed with some irritation that he was carrying some stubble. He would pay for that.
"Dan, darling."
Daniel's eyes followed her breasts hungrily as she bent forward, but his hands barely brushed her ribs as they kissed. He knew the boundaries by now.
Her hands went to his crotch and expertly opened the fly. His generous, shaved, and already semi-hard cock came into the light. She dropped to her knees and engulfed him straight away into her mouth. Her tongue had him hard in seconds and within a couple of minutes, he was on the edge of cumming as she took him all the way back into her throat. His hips started to thrust himself into her mouth, but all the while his hands stayed by his side. After a few minutes more, as he was starting to grunt and clearly having to restrain himself, she stopped abruptly, tucked him away still wet and hard and re-fastened his fly.
She made her way across the room to a small drinks cabinet and poured them both a whisky without asking what he wanted. Small-talk ensued for the next few minutes until it was clear he was starting to subside and the whisky was finished.
Twice more in the next half hour, the same routine was followed. By now Dan was clearly controlling himself magnificently. Her training was paying off. She tried everything she could with her mouth and though he stayed hard and thrust into her, he was clearly not about to cum. She packed his cock away, wet and glistening with noticeable amounts of pre-cum, one more time just as the doorbell rang again.
Once more the maid clicked across the hall, voices murmured and the double doors opened. The maid sashayed in (Julia would need to have a word about that later) and made her announcement as behind her a petite blonde female figure in a beige trench-coat and heels followed.
"Yvonne, Ma'am."
This time the maid did not leave but moved to close the doors and took up a place beside her mistress's wingback chair. Yvonne meanwhile stepped forward and the same peck on the cheek took place.
"Vonnie, darling."
Once more Julia's breasts were the centre of attention.
"Coat off dear."
Yvonne's eyes darted toward Daniel taking him all in. She hesitated.
"Now dear!"
Julia's voice hardened just a little.
The coat slid to the floor.
She stood about five foot six. Natural, straight Blonde hair was gathered in a ponytail halfway up the back of her head. Pale blue, almost grey eyes looked out impassively from a pert, pretty and slightly uncertain face.
She was almost naked apart from hold-up black stockings and her heels.
She had big tits for her height. Soft, pale, pillows with large pink areolas and small but distinctly aroused nipples.
Her legs were together, one slightly ahead of the other in approved model pose. The tiniest amount of clit hood was visible and she was entirely shaven.
"Knees dear."
Julia commanded, at the same time she beckoned Daniel forward.
Julia unbuckled Dan's belt and stepped him out of his trousers as Yvonne took up her position. She held out her hand and the maid gave her a length of cord. She slipped it around his cock and balls and tightened it, tieing it off expertly. His slightly drooping erection immediately stiffened and started to darken in colour.
Julia slipped a hand behind his buttocks and moved him forward. The other hand rested in the small of Yvonne's back and brought her forward too.
Dan's cock stood forward and Yvonne looked only once at Julia before opening her mouth and taking him gently in.
He looked at Julia for reassurance, then bunched his fingers in Yvonne's hair and allowed his hips to start moving him forward.
