The rest of the evening passed without incident.
Lakesha remained out in the pool area with my daughter and her friends. They gathered around the fire pit roasting marshmallows and making s'mores.
I busied myself with cleaning up after dinner and bringing out snacks and drinks for the kids. I was acutely conscious of my nakedness beneath the thin fabric of my sundress as I attended to my daughter and her friends, always worrying that a sudden, stray gust of wind might expose my freshly shaved pussy for all to see.
By 10:30 p.m. the party was winding down. The local kids said their good-byes and drifted away. Sabrina and Lakesha came inside and went upstairs to take showers before bed.
I sat and watched TV with my husband in the den, but I was not really paying attention to what was happening on the screen.
I was thinking of Lakesha.
I fidgeted on the couch, my pussy aching for her touch as I recalled how she had taken charge of me in the pool house. As the shower ran upstairs, I pictured Lakesha lathering her breasts and pussy, her skin slick as the water sluiced down around her. I imagined myself in the shower stall with her, kneeling before her, eating her pussy as the water cascaded around my face.
"Are you okay, Pam," my husband asked from beside me on the couch.
I started.
"Sorry, what?" I asked, mildly irritated that my musings had been so rudely interrupted.
"It's just that you've seemed a little distracted since this afternoon. I was asking if you were okay."
I smiled at him and took his hand.
"I'm fine, honey. Just a little tired. I think I'm going to go to bed."
"Yeah, me too," he responded, turning off the TV with the remote.
We both got up from the couch and headed upstairs.
Lakesha and Sabrina greeted us at the top of the stairs, fresh from the shower and wearing matching fluffy white robes. They hugged us both and pecked us goodnight, Lakesha embracing me for a beat too long. Her fresh, clean scent was intoxicating.
The girls headed for Sabrina's room, where they both always slept when Lakesha was visiting. I had always thought it was cute that the girls slept in the same room, kind of like an old-fashioned slumber party.
Now I wasn't so sure.
I found myself wondering if Lakesha slept naked. I pushed the thought away.
"Good night, girls. Don't stay up too late" I admonished with feigned maternal concern, all the while thinking of nothing but burying my face in Lakesha's wet cunt in less than an hour.
As if sensing my thoughts, Lakesha turned to look at me as she approached the door to the bedroom.
"Good night, Dr. Jennings. I'll see you soon," she said, wiggling her fingers flirtatiously, before closing the door behind her.
I tossed and turned in bed in my frumpy nightgown for what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality only about a half an hour. My husband was already sound asleep beside me. My hand kept creeping down to my pussy, but I somehow restrained myself from masturbating, despite my ongoing state of extreme arousal.
I instinctively knew that Lakesha would not approve of me playing with myself before our rendezvous.
I looked at the bedside clock.
11:39 p.m.
I stayed in bed for five more minutes, my husband snoring beside me, then silently rose.
I crept stealthily down the stairs and out the back door toward the pool, feeling the cool evening air on my bare pussy beneath my nightgown.
Under the light of the full moon, I walked up to the door of the pool house and slipped inside.
Returning to the scene of the crime, I thought guiltily as I closed the door behind me.
The pool house was surprisingly bright, lit by luminous moonbeams shining down through the two skylights in the ceiling. I was relieved to find that the small room no longer smelled like a brothel, the scent of my earlier arousal having now been completely dissipated.
I quickly pulled off my nightgown and folded it, placing it on the cedar bench nearby. I walked to the center of the room and knelt on the cool tile floor.
After less than a minute, my knees were already smarting. I jumped up quickly and grabbed a fluffy towel. I folded it into neat rectangle and placed it on the floor before kneeling back down.
Much better.
I took a deep, steadying breath and waited patiently in the dim light of the pool house for Lakesha to arrive, my pussy pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
A few minutes later, I heard the door leading out to the pool opening slowly.
I straightened on my knees and looked up.
And there she was.
Lakesha was nude. No robe. No nightgown. Not even a towel. She walked into the room with the easy, fluid grace of a wood nymph entring a secluded forest glade, completely unselfconscious in her nakedness. She stepped silently across the room and stood before me in all her glory, her hands resting on her hips.
I looked up at her in awe, my breath catching in my throat.
She loomed over me like a goddess, her mocha skin gleaming in the silver moonlight. Her braids had been freed from their ponytail and now cascaded down around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face in a corona of shadows.
For over a minute, Lakesha didn't move or speak. She just stood there and let me admire her majestic presence.
I let my gaze drift down her body. There were those perfect breasts, the large purplish brown nipples already stiff with arousal. I took in her flat stomach, the contours of her six pack clearly defined in the slanted moonlight. Finally, I let my eyes linger on the vertex of her thighs.
I got my first good look at her pussy.
It was absolutely perfect.
She was shaved and smooth. Her slit was flanked by plump dark brown labia. Even in the dim light, I could see that the delicate inner lips were engorged and dewed with arousal. Her fat, over-sized clit was slick and swollen, straining against the taut confinement of its delicate hood.
As I watched, she shifted on her feet and her lips parted slightly, revealing the glistening, pink flesh inside the purpled edges of her inner labia.
I moaned softly.
Lakesha smiled down at me and spoke for the first time.
"Are you ready to serve me, pet?"
I looked up into her face.
"Yes, Lakesha," I replied softly, my voice husky and dry.
She stepped closer.
"It's Miss Lakesha, from now on, Pamsy. Understood?"
I swallowed, my eyes trained like a laser beam on her pussy.
"Yes, Miss Lakesha," I replied softly.
"So, you wish to be trained to please me, Pamsy?"
"Yes, Miss Lakesha," I answered meekly.
She reached down and cupped my chin, tilting my face upward until our eyes met. For several seconds, she stared down at me, her eyes bright and clear. Then her expression darkened and her eyes narrowed, her gaze turning menacing and implacable in the dim light.
"Okay, cunt. Beg me train you as my whore," she ordered, her voice dripping disdain.
There it was again, the c-word.
This time I didn't flinch.
Instead, I felt a thrilling shudder of humiliation at the deliberate, casual cruelty of her words, the viciousness of her tone.
